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And You in Particular
By GreggumsCreated: 2021-10-25 21:00:28
Updated: 2021-10-25 21:01:03
Expiry: Never
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Originally Published March 8th, 2019
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>Be Anon
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>Be in the living room of your modest home
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>Sat across from you, in all her boundary-invading glory, is Fluttershy
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>And resting next to her is a small dog-kennel covered by a blanket
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Fine. I’m interested.
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>”No don’t kick m-what?”
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Yeah. Usually you’d be begging me to crawl inside of that kennel by now. Or begging me to force you inside it. I’m actually pleasantly surprised by you for once.
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>Beaming with pride, she ruffles her feathers and straightens her posture
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>”W-well, I was in my bathtub last night thinking of how lonely you are, Anon…”
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Mhm.
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>”And how hard it must be living alone…”
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>The emphasis she puts on the word “hard” kills the small bit of optimism you had
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>”So I decided I would help you find a pet!”
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>She taps a hoof on top of the carrier, and you hear a shuffling from within
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Oh. Well that’s sorta nice of you, Shy. So, what kind of pet did you have in mind? Can I see the little guy?
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>”O-of course! I’m sure you two will love each other!”
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>With a small flourish, she pulls the blanket off, and you can see a dog inside the kennel
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>He’s pure white with large ears, and he makes your heart skip a beat
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>As she opens the kennel door, the fluttering in your chest intensifies
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>Could it be that you’re actually excited?
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>For the first time in years you’ve wasted in this candy colored hell?
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>The snout comes out first, curiously sniffing the air, followed by a paw
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>And then another
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>And a third, and a fourth, and a fifth, and a si-
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>Wait the fuck
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>The dog-spider-thing finishes scrabbling out of the carrier, and lets out a chitinous woof
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Nope. Take him back.
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>Fluttershy looks at you despondently as the creature skitters around your couch
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>”Anon please, he’s just a harmless spidog.”
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He’s an unholy hellspawn and I want him out of my house.
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>”You haven’t even given him a chance yet!”
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>Her mouth turns up into a pout, and small beads of tears form in the corners of her eyes
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>Damned cute little horses
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Fine. Can he fetch?
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>Fluttershy cheers up instantly, and you can almost hear the tears suck back behind her eyes
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>She flits into the kitchen and grabs an orange from your table
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>”Jaysee!”
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>The beast’s ears perk up, and it scratchily woofs
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>”F-fetch!”
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>Shy winds back as hard as she can and hurls the orange
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>Five feet across the room
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>It hits the floor with a quiet whump and rolls under the couch
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>The creature millipedes its way towards you and crams its snout into the gap, carefully pulling out the fruit from underneath
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>”G-good boy! Now give it to Anon, please.”
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>It turns towards you and opens its ja-
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>Oh fucking god its mouth opens sideways
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>The orange drops onto your lap, and the spidog lets out a chittering yip
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Fluttershy.
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>”Y-yes Anon?”
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It’s not that I don’t appreciate the effort, but…why?
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>”Oh! I assumed that you were having trouble expressing your feelings for me, and that getting a p-pet would help you be more emotionally open.”
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>You want to throw the orange at her, but you fear the spidog may take it as an invitation to play
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No I figured that. I meant why this pet in particular?
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>”I th-thought it would make you feel more at home…”
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>The spidog gurbles in affirmation
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>Where the hell do these horses think you came from anyway?
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Shy, please put that thing back where it came from.
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>Her ears drop hard
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>”Are you sure? H-he really is a good boy.”
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Thank you, but I’m more than sure.
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>”Okay…”
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>She opens up the dog kennel and the hell beast scurries back inside
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>The blanket covers the carrier again, and she carefully drags the whole affair across your floor, scratching the hell out of the wood
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>Fucking Fluttershy
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>Once she leaves, you head out the back door of your house
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>You’ve kept a spare tub of wood putty in the shed ever since the day she thought “high impact sexual violence” was your fetish
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>As you go to head back inside with your wood filler, you hear a scuttling in your garbage cans
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The hell?
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>You set down the container and pull the lid off of the closest trashcan
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>Knock knock knock
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Coming! I’m coming! You stay put, okay buddy?
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>Your new pet, the bird you found in the trashcans last night, warbles in reply
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>As it snuggles into the chair you head to the door to great your daily terror
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G’morning, Banana Butt! Wanna come in?
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>She blushes as she steps over the threshold
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>”Oh, I’d j-just adore coming insiiiiiiiiii-“
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>She freezes up when she sees your new pet at the table
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>Your little angel purrs and chirps as it digs into its breakfast of shit you had in the fridge
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You okay, Shy?
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>”W-W-W-HAT THE FLIPPING HECK IS THAT?!’
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>Fluttershy clambers backwards onto your couch, knocking your pillows onto the floor
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She’s my new pet! At least I hope it’s a she. The name “Vincenza” has been stuck in my head all day and I can’t think of anything better.
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>You scoop your pet off of the chair, and it wraps itself around your arm like the cute little dickens it is
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Anyway, I was hoping you could help me figure out how to properly care for it, since I’ve just been feeding her pancakes and chili dogs all day-
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>”NONONO GET IT AWAY!”
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>Butterstutter starts flailing and thrashing about on the couch, kicking cushions across the room before falling to the floor
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>She picks herself up with a piercing wail, darting outside and taking flight as soon as her wings cleared the door
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Well…that was weird. You wanna go to Sugarcube corner?
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>Vincenza chirps gleefully
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>Today was a good day
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