[FLUTTERRAPE] Moider


                                            Originally uploaded to Pastebin: May 12th, 2013

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                                            >Day 45,000 divided by 1000 in Equestria.

                                            >Wake up

                                            >Listen to the sounds of an early morning Ponyville outside

                                            >All quiet, save for a few distant laughs from some unnamed foals

                                            >Rise and rub your eyes, psyching yourself for a new day

                                            >It's been an odd month and a half, but you've managed to settle into this new world

                                            >Unfortunately you've attracted the attention of Fluttershy, a normally shy mare who takes great pleasure in trying to have sex with you

                                            >It's an odd relationship

                                            >You're actually really good friends with her, and spend most of your time hanging out together

                                            >She can be a laugh, but she'll usually turn the mood sour after she tries once more to get into your pants

                                            >Kick off the covers and clamber out of bed

                                            >Drag your feet over to the bathroom and sigh as you relieve yourself

                                            >Close your eyes and just enjoy the tranquillity

                                            >You know by now that you only have these precious moments to yourself until Fluttershy or some other pony decides to ruin your day

                                            >Once you finish in the bathroom you head into a different room in your cottage

                                            >You got a house similar to Flutters. Quaint, quiet, and on the outskirts of town.

                                            >Settle yourself down and make some toast in silence

                                            >Before you can raise it to your lips, you hear a knock on the door

                                            >Sigh and walk over to it, opening it and looking down at your neighbour/best-friend/potential-rapist.

                                            >"Hello!"

                                            >Fluttershy seems awfully chipper this morning

                                            >Lick your teeth and swallow the spit in your mouth

                                            Morning, Shy.

                                            >Her smile widens

                                            >"So umm... I was wondering if knives were your fetish!"

                                            >She produces a vicious looking blade. Serrated and curved. Looks like the bastard child of a sabre and combat knife.

                                            Uhh, no. Why would it be?

                                            >She gently places it on the floor with her mouth, looking a bit dejected

                                            >"Oh, well. I don't know...”

                                            >Her face brightens up again

                                            >“So what are you doing today, Anonymous?"

                                            Probably just going to sit around reading like usual. Depends on how the day goes.

                                            >Fluttershy nods slowly

                                            >"Alright then..."

                                            >She looks around nervously, then back at you

                                            >A growing sense of dread begins to grow within you

                                            >"Umm, Anon?"

                                            Yeah?

                                            >"Do you feel, umm, worried?"

                                            A little bit, why?

                                            >"Oh, you too then... I just woke up this morning and felt a little bit odd. Like something simply awful was going to happen!"

                                            Relax, Shy. You're probably just trying remember something important, like someone's birthday.

                                            >"No... It's not that..."

                                            >She thinks to herself for a while before shrugging and looking back at you, her more normal and gentle face returning

                                            >"So can I make you breakfast?"

                                            I was just about to have toast actually-

                                            >Fluttershy shakes her head

                                            >"That won't do! I'll make you an omelette!"

                                            That's really not necessary, Shy-

                                            >"I won't take no for an answer!"

                                            >She quickly flies past you and into your home

                                            >Sigh and roll your eyes, standing at the front door and soaking up the sun

                                            >It really is a perfect day

                                            >You have your best friend cooking for you

                                            >The weather is beautiful

                                            >And your life is stress free

                                            >Feel a smile growing

                                            >Your life is pretty awesome

                                            >Turn around and walk back inside, leaving the front door open because hey, nothing bad ever happens around here

                                            >You used to be on edge all the time on Earth

                                            >Angry at everything and wary of everyone

                                            >It wasn't really healthy to have such a negative outlook on life, but coming here changed all that

                                            >The smell of eggs and various herbs fills your nostrils

                                            >Walk through to your kitchen and watch Fluttershy cook to herself and hum, swaying her hips and waving her tail around whilst her wings keep her hovering just above the floor

                                            >She's in her element, oblivious to everything around her

                                            >And you won't disturb her

                                            >Walk into your living room and pick up yesterday's newspaper, flicking through it to see if you missed anything

                                            >Hear a loud, clear voice ring from outside

                                            >"Yoo hooo! Anonymous!"

                                            >Ahh, Rarity.

                                            >You call out from where you are, sure that she'll hear you what with the front door being wide open and all

                                            >Rarity trots into your home

                                            >"A simply glorious day today, darling, is it not?"

                                            Yup, it's pretty great. What are you doing today, Rarity?

                                            >"Ohh, you know. This and that. I just came to check up on you, are your clothes alright? I was worried that the shoulders would be too tight..."

                                            >While you and Rarity engage in pleasant conversation, Fluttershy calls you from the kitchen.

                                            >"Anonymous! Your food is ready!"

                                            >You smile, and Rarity gives you a sly look

                                            >"Go on then, go eat your food, you scoundrel"

                                            >You chuckle and head into the kitchen with Rarity following you

                                            >You take a seat at the table, a plate of delicious looking omelette waiting for you

                                            >Fluttershy trots over to you and gently cuts the omelette with the knife she brought with her this morning

                                            Careful, Shy. You'll take someone's eye out with that

                                            >She giggles and blushes, gripping the knife in her mouth and smiling at you

                                            >Unbeknownst to Fluttershy, Rarity had slipped into the kitchen via another entrance

                                            >She creeps up behind Fluttershy, motioning you to be quiet with a wink and a huge grin

                                            >You try not to smirk and force yourself to concentrate on the omelette so as to let Rarity have her fun

                                            >Rarity sneaks right up behind Fluttershy, and in a loud, playful voice, proclaims:

                                            >"DARLING!"

                                            >Fluttershy, still gripping the knife in her mouth, screams and pivots on the spot, the blade effortlessly passing through Rarity's jugular

                                            >You and Fluttershy both freeze

                                            >The forkful of omelette in your hand stays exactly where it is

                                            >There is silence

                                            >Rarity slowly falls forward flat on her face, a large pool of blood quickly forming around her

                                            >You gawp at the scene, and Fluttershy still stares at where her friend was once stood

                                            >A whole minute passes of you just trying to comprehend what has happened, taking note of the spray of blood all over your table, food, and shirt

                                            >Eventually a bird outside tweets, snapping you both out of it

                                            >Then all hell breaks loose and your peaceful, perfect morning is lost to the unparalleled insanity that is your life in Ponyville


                                            HOLY FUCKING SHIT YOU KILLED RARITY

                                            >Fluttershy promptly drops the knife and starts crying

                                            >Launch yourself over the table and slam the front door shut, locking all 17 locks and running around house shutting every pair of curtains like a thing possessed.

                                            >Trip over to yourself running back into the kitchen

                                            WHAT THE FUCK, FLUTTERSHY?!

                                            >"I DON'T KNOW I DON'T KNOW! SHE SCARED ME!"

                                            YOU RIPPED HER FUCKING THROAT OUT!

                                            >"IS SHE ALRIGHT?!"

                                            DOES SHE LOOK ALRIGHT, YOU FUCKING MORON? SHE'S DEADER THAN DISCO!

                                            >"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

                                            >Fluttershy drops to the floor and begins sobbing to herself, rocking backwards and forwards and trying not the touch the still warm body on your kitchen floor

                                            >You pace around, talking to yourself and trying to calm down

                                            Holyshitholyshitholyshit

                                            >You pause

                                            >Look up

                                            >And turn towards Fluttershy again

                                            We have to leave town!

                                            >"What? Why!?"

                                            Why? WHY? YOU JUST KILLED SOMEONE, FLUTTERSHY!

                                            >"B-but what about you?"

                                            I'M AN ALIEN. OF COURSE THEY'LL SUSPECT ME!

                                            >"Where will we go?"

                                            Do they have a pony Mexico here? We could hide out there until the cops stop looking for us

                                            >"What's a Mexico?"

                                            Shitting fuck. We're screwed. The cops are gonna lock us up forever, Fluttershy. We're done for! Do you know what they do to guys like me in prison?!

                                            >"P-probably nothing. The average pony is about four feet high and you're six feet two."

                                            Oh yeah.

                                            >...

                                            BUT STILL!

                                            >"W-what d-do we do?"

                                            Fuck, I don't know! CALM THE FUCK DOWN, FLUTTERSHY

                                            >She goes into hysterics again, waving her hooves around and rolling around on the floor like a toddler having a bad tantrum

                                            >You think as hard as you can

                                            >Fluttershy sniffs, drool and snot running down her face

                                            >"W-What if no pony found out? We'd be fine, r-right?"

                                            That's fucking retard-

                                            >Hang on

                                            >You stare at Fluttershy in shock

                                            >Fluttershy realises what she just said

                                            >You both look towards the backdoor, a mud-covered spade resting against the wall

                                            >You both look back at each other

                                            >Then down at Rarity

                                            >Then back up at each other

                                            Could we...?

                                            >"I mean... No pony would miss her, r-right? She charged way too much for clothes..."

                                            A-and she's only an element of harmony, big deal. Not like she had that many friends.

                                            >You both nervously laugh then go silent for while

                                            >Kick your foot

                                            >Fluttershy paws the ground

                                            >"So-"

                                            I'll get the spade, you get a blanket


                                            >30 minutes later you're sat back at the kitchen table, covered in dirt, sweat, and not wearing a shirt

                                            >Fluttershy is drinking a glass of whiskey she found in your private reserves

                                            >Her mane is utterly frazzled and her eyes are bloodshot

                                            >You down your own whiskey

                                            >"Alright. S-so now we're murderers-"

                                            YOU are the murderer. I'm an accomplice.

                                            >That doesn't make you feel better at all

                                            >Fluttershy, sensing this, pours you another glass

                                            >You throw it back and gulp it down in one go

                                            So we're both murderers. What now?

                                            >"Umm... G-go to the park?"

                                            >Stare at her again

                                            Uhh. Okay then.

                                            >You both sit in the park on a bench not 15 minutes later

                                            >Fluttershy is sat very close to you

                                            >You both look around the park at all the other ponies playing and laughing

                                            >"D-do you suppose they'll find us out?"

                                            Of course not! We buried it deep didn't we?

                                            >"I guess..."

                                            >You watch Cloudchaser fly on by

                                            >Fluttershy watches with you

                                            >"It was sort of... Easy."

                                            The fuck?

                                            >"Well... I'm just saying... I mean she died really quickly and easily. I don't think she felt much pain. Just shock"

                                            >You try to call her out on the ground that she's a sick fuck but then you realise that you're both in this together

                                            >And that she's right

                                            >Probably

                                            I suppose so. What do you think her last thoughts were?

                                            >Fluttershy thinks to herself for a second

                                            >"Umm... How will I get the stains out?"

                                            >You burst out laughing

                                            Are... Seriously, Fluttershy? SERIOUSLY?

                                            >"Well, that or c-can I somehow charge some pony for this..."

                                            >You double over and clutch your belly as you let out another round of side splitting laughter

                                            >You're not even sure why it's so funny, but it's probably to do with how calm about this Fluttershy is

                                            >Look back at her

                                            >She's got a small grin on her face

                                            >An honestly, you can't help but smile as well

                                            >Genuinely smile

                                            >You feel almost elated at the whole situation

                                            >It's surreal

                                            >You stand up and look down at your yellow friend

                                            Wanna get some food?

                                            >Fluttershy nods eagerly

                                            >"What about him?"

                                            >You muse to yourself and rub your chin

                                            He's a quiet one, I think. I bet we could just drag him down an alley and no one would hear him

                                            >You both giggle quietly to yourselves as another stallion passes by the shop window of Sugarcube Corner

                                            >You're both sat at the far side of the room, away from most of the other patrons

                                            >And yet, they are none the wiser

                                            >None of them know about Rarity, or the earthshattering event that happened this morning that could effectively ruin a great deal of lives if it were to go public

                                            >But... It's -not- public. No one knows.

                                            >You and Fluttershy munch on your respective treats

                                            >You're lost in your own little world, and Fluttershy in hers

                                            >"So have any of you guys seen Rarity?"

                                            >Chuckle to yourself

                                            >...

                                            >Oh my god.

                                            >Your eyes widen and you sit bolt upright

                                            >Glance to your left

                                            >Fluttershy is sat at full attention

                                            >Pinkie Pie is smiling at you both

                                            >"Well?"

                                            I don't understand the question. What. Shut up. Go away.

                                            >She giggles at your nervous speech

                                            >"Oh nonny! You're so crazy!"

                                            >She laughs to herself some more

                                            >You and Fluttershy join in, albeit in a much more reserved manner than the pink waitress before you

                                            >She recovers and looks back towards you with her typical naive and bright eyes

                                            >"So? Have ya?"

                                            ...No, we haven't. Why do you ask?

                                            >"Oh! Well I was supposed to be meeting her today so that we could arrange Sweetie Belle's birthday party!"

                                            Really! Oh well, I'm sorry, but we haven't. Right, Fluttershy?

                                            >Fluttershy puts on a fake smile and nods

                                            >"Oh yes! We haven't seen any Rarities today!"

                                            >You both look straight at Pinkie with your fake smiles and rigid postures

                                            >Pinkie raises an eyebrow then narrows her eyes slightly

                                            >"Okie dokie lokie... Welp! See you guys around!"

                                            >She giggles once more and bounces off to serve other customers

                                            >There is a moment where you just watch Pinkie dart around seeing to the needs of the other ponies

                                            >"I'm not hungry anymore"

                                            Word.

                                            Alright, Shy. We're fucking horrible at this

                                            >"Do you think she knew?"

                                            No- Well, I don't THINK so.

                                            >"So what do we do?"

                                            >Good question

                                            >You're both stood at the edge of town, looking back at Sugarcube Corner after you go the hell out of there and track-ran it over here.

                                            >You fiddle with your hands for a second then snap your fingers

                                            I know!

                                            >Fluttershy brightens up

                                            We carry on like nothing happened and get better at faking it!

                                            >She deflates

                                            >"What if we let it slip though?"

                                            We won't! We'll be fine, Shy. Don't be so nervous. We just got caught off guard then. Just play it cool and no one will find out!

                                            >"Find out what? Are you planning a party?"

                                            >You yelp and throw yourself at Fluttershy

                                            >She takes the opportunity to take a good whiff of your scent, sighing happily

                                            >Then she tenses and you feel her take a short intake of breath

                                            >Pinkie Pie bounces on the spot, grinning madly at the pair of you

                                            >"Are you keeping secrets? Are you planning something? I saw you running away so so fast and I thought "Hmm! Those look like a pair of super secrety secreters!"

                                            >She freezes in mid-air and gasps loudly

                                            >"ARE YOU PLANNING A PARTY?!"

                                            >SHIT. THINK FAST.

                                            Yes!

                                            >Fluttershy eeps

                                            >"A-anon? W-we are?"

                                            >Hiss into her ear

                                            Play along, and we'll be fine

                                            Yup! It's a party, Pinkie. And guess who's invited!

                                            >This party talk full of secrets is too much for Pinkie, and she squeals in delight

                                            >"OHMYGOSHOHMYGOSH! UMMM! TWILIGHT!"

                                            Nope!

                                            >"RARITY!"

                                            Nope!

                                            >"UM UM UMMM. WAIT! DON'T TELL ME!"

                                            Want a clue?

                                            >"NO!... YES!"

                                            She's pink and loves candy

                                            >The amount of air Pinkie sucks in with the next gasp makes you fear for your own air supply

                                            It's you!

                                            >Pinkie hurls herself at you and hugs you with the force of a sumo-wrestling bear

                                            >"ANONOHMYGOSHITHINKIPEEDMYSELFTHISISSOAMAZINGOHMYGOSHPLEASETELLMEWHATTHEPARTYISFORPLEEEEASE!"

                                            >You pry her off you and point towards the Everfree Forest

                                            It's in there! Come on, let’s go!

                                            >Pinkie is on the verge of bursting into tears from how happy she is

                                            >She takes off towards the forest at a speed unknown to mankind

                                            >Fluttershy wastes no time in flying up to your ear

                                            >"What are you doing?!"

                                            She's getting to close! We need to do something!

                                            >"We can't kill Pinkie Pie! She's... Pinkie Pie!"

                                            >Fluttershy starts hyperventilating

                                            >Slap her to calm her down

                                            It'll be ok, Fluttershy. Everything's going to be fine.

                                            >You both head off towards the forest after Pinkie

                                            >Once there, you find her picking up rocks to find clues and searching through bushes to find the traces of a party

                                            >She sees you stood behind her

                                            >"Anon! I can't find the party! Are you sure it's here?!"

                                            It's here, Pinkie, just keep looking

                                            >You bend down and pick up a fist sized rock while she isn't looking

                                            >Glance towards Fluttershy

                                            >She's trembling

                                            >She looks behind her, out of the forest

                                            >Back at you

                                            >Then motions towards Pinkie Pie

                                            >Gulp

                                            Hey, uh, Pinkie?

                                            >"Yeah, Nonny?"

                                            I think it's over there, try looking deeper into the forest!

                                            >She turns her entire body to look into the darker areas of the Everfree

                                            >Once the back of her head is facing you, you draw back your arm and hurl the rock at her skull as hard as you can

                                            >Slam your eyes shut the moment the rock leaves your fingers and wait for the crack

                                            >Nothing

                                            >Open your eyes

                                            >Pinkie is still looking

                                            >You missed

                                            >God dammit.

                                            >Look at Fluttershy

                                            >She's giving you a panicked look

                                            >"Try again!"

                                            >Nod hastily and pick up another rock

                                            >Throw it at the pink horse

                                            >Another miss

                                            >Fluttershy groans and picks up her own rock, throwing it at Pinkie Pie

                                            >It also misses

                                            >Pinkie Pie is stood perfectly still, squinting her eyes and peering into the murky depths of the forest

                                            >Since she's so focused on finding the undoubtedly awesome party that her two most bestest friends have prepared for her, she doesn't notice the barrage of rocks and small stones whizzing past her head and into the undergrowth

                                            >Fluttershy hisses at you

                                            >"I'm running out of rocks!"

                                            Me too!

                                            >You throw the last rock you can find without even aiming, due to desperation

                                            >Direct hit

                                            >A sickening crack echoes through the quiet area of the forest

                                            >Pinkie Pie slumps to the floor

                                            >You wince at the noise and watch as your friend drops like a bag of spanners

                                            >Fluttershy gasps

                                            >"Oh my goodness! Is she okay?"

                                            Seriously?

                                            >"Why? What- Oh. Sorry, I forgot"

                                            >You both go over to inspect the damage

                                            >Turns out you scored a bulls eye at the back of her skull.

                                            >Blood seeps from the wound and Pinkie's eyes are half lidded

                                            >She didn't even have time to react

                                            >Fluttershy starts trembling

                                            >You grab her and hug her as hard as you can, letting the pony sob into your chest while you fight back your own tears

                                            >"We're monsters!"

                                            ...Not unless someone finds out.

                                            >She stops crying and looks at you in the eyes

                                            >You send Fluttershy back home to get the spade while you stand guard over Pinkie's body

                                            >Kneel down and close her eyes all the way, shifting her body into a more dignified position

                                            I'm sorry, Pinkie. It was you or me. And I'm not getting my anus ravaged by some zebra in prison.

                                            >Fluttershy returns and you quickly dig a grave for Pinkie Pie, before gently placing her in and covering her in soil

                                            >Once the job is done, you sit down next to your partner in crime and look at the fresh hole

                                            >"...Do you think she's partying in the afterlife?"

                                            I hope so. I bet she's downing an entire keg of cider whilst all the other spirits cheer her on

                                            >Fluttershy smiles slightly

                                            >"That makes me feel a little better..."

                                            >A nearby bush rustles

                                            >You both jump

                                            >A figure steps out and regards the two of you with curiosity

                                            >"Now who is this I now pass by, a humble human and Fluttershy?"

                                            Uhh.

                                            >"This fresh grave that I see here, am I to assume an unfortunate deer?"

                                            I-

                                            >"Or maybe it tells a tale of sin, so could you please tell me what lies within?"

                                            >You look at Fluttershy

                                            >She looks at you

                                            >You tighten your grip on the spade


                                            >Panting, you place the last bit of soil on the second grave

                                            Okay... Fluttershy?

                                            >"Y-yeah?"

                                            Can we PLEASE stop killing everything we see?

                                            >"But she was going to find out!"

                                            I KNOW! But let's just... Look. Let's just lay low for the rest of today, alright? Let's go home, make some coffee and try to figure out what the fuck we're going to do.

                                            >Fluttershy points at your bloodied spade

                                            >"W-what do we do with that?

                                            We'll ditch it here and come back for it tonight.

                                            >You both agree and dump it in a bush, making sure to cover the fresh graves with leaves and twigs

                                            >The walk back to your home is a quiet one

                                            >It's the middle of the afternoon, and somehow, between the moment you got up this morning until now, you and Fluttershy have managed to kill 3 ponies.

                                            >To think that it started off so well

                                            >And yet you feel somewhat detached from the whole situation

                                            >Maybe it's because you've been emotional all day up until now, and are all out of emotions to give, but you literally feel nothing right now

                                            >Looking down at the quiet mare trotting slowly alongside you, you almost feel pity for her, until you realise that she's the one that started this mess

                                            >Then again you've killed twice as many ponies as her, so that sort of balances things out

                                            >While you walk, you think about what tomorrow might bring. Will it be the same as today? Filled with more violence to cover your tracks? Will you have a sudden change of heart and fess up to everything?

                                            >You have no idea.

                                            >"Good afternoon, Anon and Fluttershy!"

                                            >Oh Jesus Christ no

                                            >Your head snaps up

                                            >Twilight Sparkle is stood before you

                                            >You say nothing, still trying to think of what to say

                                            >Fluttershy hides behind her mane

                                            >Twilight takes a step forwards

                                            >"Is... Everything alright, you two? You both look like you've seen a ghost!"

                                            >She laughs at her own quip

                                            >"Soo, is everything alright?"

                                            Everything is fine, Twilight.

                                            >You give Twilight a completely neutral look

                                            >She smiles at you and her eyes dart left and right

                                            >"Are you sure? You look a bit uhh, dead."

                                            I told you, Twilight. Everything is fine. Come on, Fluttershy.

                                            >"Right behind you, Anon."

                                            >Fluttershy obediently follows you

                                            >Twilight doesn't let up

                                            >"Guys, you're acting really funny today. What's wrong? Please tell me! I can write to the princess about it!"

                                            >You take a detour down an alley on your way home, Fluttershy silently following you

                                            >Twilight follows you


                                            >"Hey, wait up!"


                                            >"Guys!"


                                            >"Guys?"


                                            >WHACK.


                                            >Twilight's body slumps against a wall

                                            >You crack her skull with the plank of wood you picked up to ensure that she's dead

                                            >Fluttershy is on the verge of crying again

                                            >"WHY DID YOU DO THAT?"

                                            SHE WAS ASKING TOO MANY QUESTIONS.

                                            >A backdoor nearby opens, and Lily, the shop owner, steps out into the alley

                                            >"Everything alright out here? I heard shouting!"

                                            >You lunge at her and use your superior strength to weigh her down and crush her throat

                                            >He squirms then goes limp

                                            >You pant and look over towards Fluttershy

                                            >See a pony behind her walk past, but stop when she sees you clutching a dead pony near Twilight Sparkle's battered body

                                            FLUTTERSHY! QUICK!

                                            >Fluttershy pounces on the pony, who you now recognise as Bon Bon, and drags her down the alley, quickly disposing with her via the wooden plank

                                            >You both dump the three bodies in a dumpster and slam the lid shut

                                            We just killed Twilight Sparkle.

                                            >"A-and Bon Bon and Lily..."

                                            I think we have a serious problem.

                                            >"What if some ponies find the bodies?"

                                            What...

                                            >You think to yourself

                                            >Feel something in your mind snap sudden

                                            >You feel a violent shudder, and then all becomes clear

                                            What if...

                                            >Fluttershy slowly starts to smile, as if she knows what you're thinking

                                            What if there were no ponies left to find the bodies?

                                            >”It won’t be as bad!”

                                            >You pick up the wooden plank and look out at the street, biting your lip and considering your next move

                                            >Fluttershy darts inside the building Lily exited and returns with a pair of garden shears

                                            >"We're not monsters if no one catches us, right?"

                                            Right. Yes. Of course.

                                            >”This is a normal thing to do?”

                                            Definitely.

                                            >”So… Umm…  Shall we?”

                                            Yup.

                                            >You both walk out of the alley and into the afternoon sun


                                            >11 hours later you lie on your back with your hands behind your head in the middle of Ponyville Town Square

                                            >Fluttershy's head is resting on your belly

                                            >Ponyville is completely silent

                                            >No a sound can be heard except for the wind blowing through the town

                                            >You gaze up at the night sky

                                            >Fluttershy sighs

                                            >"Soo... What do you want to do tomorrow?"

                                            Not sure. We killed like, everyone.

                                            >You still can't believe that.

                                            >You've killed and hidden bodies all over Ponyville

                                            >Big Mac was tough to bring down

                                            >As was that steroid abusing pegasus that screams YEAH all the time

                                            >What was his name?

                                            >Oh yeah, Snowflake

                                            >An odd calm has taken hold and you just bask in the silence of the night

                                            >Fluttershy cuddles up closer to you

                                            >She nuzzles your face

                                            >"Are you alright, Anon?"

                                            Yeah... Yeah... I'm fine. I think. Are you?

                                            >After a moment of hesitation, Fluttershy simply answers "yes"

                                            Well alright then.

                                            >You both go back to stargazing, Fluttershy's soft breathing the only noise you can hear

                                            >What can you do in a town where you are the only inhabitant?

                                            >It's gonna get real boring around here, that's for sure

                                            >Fluttershy speaks up

                                            >"Do you think we missed anyone?"

                                            Doubt it. We did a house-by-house cleansing.

                                            >"Oh... Good."

                                            Yup.

                                            >"I like the quiet"

                                            Me too.

                                            >"I never really liked anyone here anyway"

                                            You're lying.

                                            >"I know... But then, why don't I feel anything?"

                                            Probably the adrenaline making you feel nothing

                                            >"It was pretty exciting while it was happening, wasn't it?"

                                            Mmmhmmm.

                                            >"Hey... Anon?"

                                            Yeah?

                                            >"...Is mass murder your fetish?"

                                            Nah.

                                            >"Oh. Alright then."

                                            >Fucking Fluttershy.


                                            The End