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Old Request: Fluttershy has a Sad

By Greggums
Created: 2021-10-25 20:08:42
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fluttershy/flutterrape/spikediscordprincess twilight

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    Originally Published March 8th, 2018
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    >"What?"
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    >Fluttershy stares at you, confused
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    >You are Anonymous
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    >For the past 8 years, first thing in the morning, every single morning, a yellow horse has been trying to guess your fetish
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    >You've cunt-punted her far enough to set a few records, but she still comes back
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    >You even learned the sacred art of appleslap in an attempt to dissuade her, but she just came back for more
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    >You honestly just want it to end
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    >So you decided to try something different today, and caved in
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    That's my fetish, Fluttershy; thigh socks. Especially when they do that little indent thing.
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    >You take a sip of your coffee, waiting for your assault to come
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    So, what now?
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    >"Y-yes! I..."
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    >Fluttershy drops her gaze to the ground
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    >"I..."
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    >And with that, she walks away
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    Huh. Should've done that years ago
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    >You go back inside and make a bagel, dancing a little as you spread the cream cheese
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    >Today is a good day
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    1/?
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    >One week later in Equestria
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    >This has arguably been the greatest week of your life since moving to this saccharine horse land
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    >Without Butterstutter forcing you awake with her inane fetish guesses, you've actually been able to get a decent amount of sleep
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    >Your boss stopped docking your pay for showing up late, too
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    And look! I even have some extra money left over this week!
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    >You dangle your bitbag in front of Spike
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    >Three bits clack against each other inside
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    I'm basically rich!
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    >"Easy there, Filthy Rich!" Spike laughs as he pushes your bag away
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    >"So you're sure you haven't seen Fluttershy, Anon?"
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    Spike, please. The next time I see that yellow demon it'll be too soon.
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    >"Alright, just let the girls know if you do see her. Nobody's heard from her in a week, and we're getting kinda worried."
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    >Spike hops down from the threshold and waddles his way back to town
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    Haven't heard from her in a week?, you ask yourself
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    >Could it-
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    >Nah
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    2/?
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    >2 Weeks Later in Equestria
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    >Wake up
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    >Do the Triple-S
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    >Sit down for a nice, heathy bowl of Scootaloops
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    >"Stays crunchy, even in Milk!", the little mascot cheers
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    >As you lift the spoon to your mouth for the first bite, you hear a knock at your door
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    Ugh
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    >Trudging over to the door, you slide on your cuntpunting waders from the coat rack
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    Goddamnit Fluttershy, I thought I tol-oh.
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    >Standing outside your door is not Fluttershy, but one of those other horses, the purple one
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    >"Anon? Why are you wearing waders?"
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    Uhh
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    >Shit, why ARE you wearing waders?
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    Bit of a leak in the basement, but I've got it under control.
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    >Twilight stares at you with a look that says "You dumb monkey, I built this house for you. It doesn't have a basement."
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    >"Rrright. Anyway, Anon, I just came over to let you know how Fluttershy is doing, since you two were so..."
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    >She cocks an eyebrow
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    >"Close, and all."
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    Eugh. So what is it? Was she trapped in the bathroom by a spider again?
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    >"No, thankfully. She's just really REALLY sad. Won't even get out of bed, poor thing."
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    >What
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    >"I'm absolutely certain she'd cheer up if you went to visit her though!"
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    >Yeah no
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    Maybe another time Twilight. Got a busy day ahead in the basement!, you say as you shut the door.
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    >You head back to your Scootaloops, ready to savor the delicious crunch
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    >But they feel soggy in your mouth
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    3/?
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    >KNOCKKNOCK
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    Come on, come on....
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    >You rush downstairs and throw open the door
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    >But no one is there
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    ARGH!
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    >You slam the door and head to the kitchen, taking a seat at the table and holding your head in your hands
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    >It's been a month since Fluttershy holed herself up in her house
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    >And it's been a week since you've been waking up to phantom knocks at the door
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    >Sometimes you even hear her voice outside, but it always ends up being Pinkie or one of the other girls asking you to visit
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    >It almost makes you feel bad for her
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    I don't feel bad for her.
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    >The house is silent around you
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    I don't! That little molester made life hell for me and my wallet! I'm glad she's gone.
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    >"But then why do you feel so alone?", the house responds with its quietude
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    I'm not alone! I can make new friends! She wasn't even a friend, she was just the first pony to find me in this world!
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    >...
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    Fuck you house, quit judging me.
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    >...
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    >...
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    >You stand up violently, sending your chair a few feet behind you
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    YOU KNOW WHAT, I'M GOING FOR A WALK!
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    4/?
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    >You don't know quite how you managed it, but your aimless walk led you right to Fluttershy's cottage
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    ...damnit.
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    >The shutters are all drawn, and no lights are on
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    >Discord is in the backyard trying to get one of the bears to jump through a flaming hoop
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    >You turn around, hoping nobody noticed you walk up yet
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    >"Hellooo, Anonymous!"
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    Holy shit! H-hey Discord.
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    >In front of you floated Discord's head
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    >His neck was stretching to where his body stood in the backyard
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    >"So you've finally come to pay Shy a visit! Oh, happy day!"
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    >His smile seems to stretch beyond his face
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    >Fuck, gotta get out of this
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    >You put on your fakest smile
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    Y-yup! Just here to pay a visit!
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    >You march your way up to her front door
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    Knock knock! Oh gee, well I guess she isn't home!
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    >The door creaks slowly open
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    >Discord stares at you, Cheshire smile still plastered on his face
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    WELP! I'll just pop in to make sure if she's here, then!
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    >You step inside and close the door, maintaining eye contact with Discord the whole time
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    >The lock clicks into place, and then silence
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    >After a few seconds, you hear a whoosh noise as Discord moves away from the door
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    Hah. Sucker.
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    >You reach for the knob, only to find it isn't there
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    >In fact, the entire door has been replaced with a mural of a door
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    >Shit
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    You damn luney toon, you hiss under your breath
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    5/?
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    >Taking a breath, you find your nose assaulted by the smell
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    >A musty mix of stale air, B.O., and old take-out containers
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    >If it wasn't a smell you were familiar with, you'd probably had thrown up
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    >Instead, you crack the windows to let some fresh air in.
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    >It's the least you could do.
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    >You try to head out the kitchen door, but it too is replace by a mural
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    >An irritated Discord with a sign reading "Not 'till you talk."
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    Shit.
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    >You head back into the living room and park yourself on the couch
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    >From upstairs, you can hear the faint noise of television
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    >Taking a deep breath, you muster the courage to head to her room
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    >You tread lightly on the steps, slinking your way up
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    >With each step your apprehension grows
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    >When you reach her door, time seems to slow down
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    >The faint television noise is a dull roar in your eyes
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    >You reach your hand up to knock, but something stops you before your knuckles touch the wood
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    >You turn around, hoping to shimmy out of a win-
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    >CREEEEEEEEEEEAK
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    ...
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    >You can hear a shuffling inside the room
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    >"Twilight? Twilight I already told you I don't want to go outside.", the voice says as it opens the door
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    6/?
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    >You hold still, hoping her time spent in front of the t.v. messed with her vision
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    >"Anon?"
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    >Well, there goes that plan
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    >You turn around to face the object of your...something
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    Hey, Shy. Twilight said you weren't feeling too good, so I thought I'd drop by to see how you were doing.
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    >"Oh. I'm doing...fine."
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    >Fluttershy adjusts a blanket draped over her back
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    >You cough
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    >"Would you like to come in? I'd like someone to hang out with for a bit...if that's okay with you?"
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    Uh....sure.
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    >Against your better judgement, you walked into her room and took a seat on her bed
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    >The floor was covered in pizza boxes
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    >She sits next to you on the bed and wraps herself up in more blankets
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    >The t.v. was playing an oldie called "I Love Lyra."
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    >Lyra was busy at the soda factory, racing back and forth to keep bottles from breaking on the floor.
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    >She didn't remember she was a unicorn until her hooves were loaded up with bottles though, and ended up dropping the lot of them
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    Heh.
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    >"Yeah."
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    >The silence returned, painfully loud
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    >You had to say something
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    So, Flu-
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    >"Anonymous I'm sorry if I bothered you these past few years."
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    >What
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    7/?
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    >Your emotions swirl in your gut: a mix of rage, relief, and disbelief
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    You're...sorry?
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    >You must have laid the venom on a bit thick, because she winced a little when you spoke
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    >"Yes. I should have noticed a long time ago that you weren't happy with what I was doing, and I'm sorry. You don't have to forgive me, I'd understand if you didn't."
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    >There's a lot you want to say in this moment
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    >A million scenarios playing out in your head, all perfect in their own ways
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    >But you know what you've really come here to say
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    I forgive you, Fluttershy.
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    >She seems to brighten up a bit at that
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    >"Th-thank you, An-"
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    But I have one question for you: what was your endgame with all those fetish guesses?
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    >"Endgame?", she asks, confused
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    >She turns off the t.v. with a soft click of the remote
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    >"I guess at first I just wanted to be your friend, but then I just...I don't know."
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    >Her voice falls as she continues talking
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    >"And when you told me your fetish I was so excited at first, but then I realized I didn't have a plan for what to do after."
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    >The room goes silent again, aside from Fluttershy's cracking voice
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    >"And then I realized just how much of your time I must have wasted, and all those new d-doors you had to buy, and...", her voice dies out, a stifled sob in the back of her throat
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    Well if it makes you feel any better, I kinda miss having you bug me.
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    >She looks at you through her tears, confused
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    >"W-why?"
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    >You scratch the back of your head
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    I don't know, you've grown on me, I guess.
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    >You draw her close and turn the t.v. back on
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    Don't read too much into it.
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    >She stays solid for a moment, wary, but slowly begins to rest her head on your shoulder
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    >The soft weight makes you feel a sense of...something
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    >But it's a something you could get used to
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