Nailbiter


                                            >You aimlessly walk down a dirt path just on the outskirts of Ponyville.

                                            >This has been a routine walk for a while now, for a variety of reasons.

                                            >Equestria is... really beautiful, in every way possible.

                                            >It's nice to just embrace nature here by coming here and admiring with all of your senses.

                                            >But a horrid sensation just assaulted you as your fingers brushed against the fabric of your shirt.

                                            >A jagged fingernail. Specifically on your middle finger.

                                            >You stop and inspect your hands.

                                            >Currently, your nails have been bitten down to practically nothing alongside rough, bitten skin around them. It's a little ugly to see, but it meant that there wouldn't be anything to bite.

                                            >At least, until another nail grew enough to start that crazy powerful urge.

                                            >You grimace and go to pick at the jagged nail with your other nails, until you realize they're not long enough to do anything.

                                            >Looks like it's time to give into biting your nails.

                                            >Moving the nail gradually closer to your mouth, you easily remember the vivid smell of saliva on skin and nails invading your nose. A little disgusting... you were used to it.

                                            >You close your eyes, navigating with your sixth sense and bit down-

                                            >Only to feel a large object stopping your teeth.

                                            >Opening your eyes, you find a yellow hoof is the culprit, so you pull it out of your mouth and eye the yellow pegasus fiend in front of you.

                                            "Great. I was wondering when you would show up to ruin my nature walk."

                                            >Surprisingly though, Fluttershy looks very... concerned.

                                            >"Anon, you know you shouldn't be biting down on your, um...."

                                            "Fingernails."

                                            >"O-oh, yeah, fingernails..."

                                            >Just as you tried to move them back, she holds your hands and forcibly pulls them down.

                                            >Then she glares at you. You don't think you've ever seen her look at you in that way.

                                            >It's a bit unnerving.

                                            >With a stern tone, she says, "You need to stop doing that. It's bad for your gums, your teeth, and- and... it hurts. I know it hurts."

                                            >After you respond to her with a blank stare, she sighs.

                                            >"Okay, don't worry. I know just the thing to help you."

                                            >She takes out some small bandages and wraps them tightly around the tips of your fingers.

                                            >"Don't take those off until you break the habit, okay?" She looks up from your fingers and continues, "I'll check on them every single day."

                                            "Yeah, yeah, whatever..."

                                            >Suddenly, her eyes widen. "Wait. Anon, is nail biting your fetish?"

                                            >Her mouth ajar, she touches your fingers again to take off the bandages-

                                            "No. Please avoid biting my nails, thank you."

                                            >Putting her hooves back on the ground, she simply frowns at you, but it slowly turns into what seems to be a genuine smile.

                                            >"Okay, Anon. Take care, and stop hurting yourself. I don't want to see you damaging those fingers, or any part of your body. Understand?"

                                            >You cautiously nod and she flies off in the other direction.

                                            >For once, she had been very caring. And sweet. That was... charming.

                                            >A rapist is charming? You vigorously shake your head.

                                            "No, bad Anon," you mutter to yourself, "she won't trick me by acting like that."

                                            >Finally, you continue your nature walk, waving those bandaged fingertips by your sides.