An Anon posted a picture of Fluttershy being a wizard. --- >You watch the paper aeroplane you had fashioned drift about in the warm summer air. >It lazily dips this way, then that way, and you feel a sense of calmness in watching it meandre towards its target. >Then you smile as its pointed end jabs a pony in the cheek. >The stallion yelps and looks down at the aeroplane, checking about to see where it came from. >He doesn't see you, perched atop Ponyville clock tower, watching him with an amused expression. >Instead, he goes back to checking the goods in his little cart with a frown. >You chuckle to yourself and reach for another sheet on your stack of paper. >There isn't much to do on days like these, so you have to entertain yourself anyway you can. >Today, you've decided to bless Ponyville with the gifts of aeronautics. >And as you assemble another plane, then cast it from your high point on the tower towards another hapless citizen, you decide that you missed your calling as an engineer back on Earth. >Another surprised squeak comes from a mare who was jabbed in the butt, and you nod approvingly. "A damned good throw, Anon." >"I thought it was pretty good!" "Mhm." >You go to select another sheet, and pause. >Then turn around to see Fluttershy meekly smiling at you. >"H-hi. I um, I saw you were busy and didn't want to bother you." "So how long...?" >"Uh, about twenty minutes." "Ah." >"Are you sure you want to be up here?" she looks nervously at the giant golden bell hanging from the ceiling, "when this thing rings it's -really- loud." "I'll be sure to clear out once I see the bell pony come back from his lunch break." >You nod towards her. "So do you want me to address the elephant in the tower?" >She cocks her head then looks about. "It's a figure of speech; I was talking about you." >"Oh, right. Yes, please do!" "Okay then." you clear your throat dramatically, "Wow Fluttershy, what's with the get-up?" >Fluttershy, dressed in a darling little wizard's outfit, beams at you. >Her cape is bright yellow, much like she is, and is adorned with pink butterflies that match her cutie mark. >A big floppy matching hat sits snugly on her head; little holes have been cut out of it to allow her ears to poke through. >She looks very cute, or would do, if you found anything about this pony even remotely cute. >"I'm..." she hides behind her cloak for a moment, building up dramatic tension before revealing herself again with a flourish, "a wizard!" "Ahaa, very good, but no, you're not; you're a pegasus." >"Not today! Today I've brought the magic of friend-- uhm, well, magic, it's just magic I brought." >She purses her lips. >"Well I also did bring friendship, but I don't think you'll want that." "You're absolutely right; I don't." >"Please could you tell me why?" "Again?" >"Your reasons might have changed?" "You're a smelly animal girl who won't take no for an answer." >"Oh! So I'm not a dork anymore?" "Nah, I decided to drop that one, it didn't really apply to you." >"That's progress!" "In some respects, yes. So, about this wizardry." >"Yes! As I said, I am now a wizard - fear my powerful magics!" she rears up on her hind legs and strikes a pose. "Ahhh," you waggle your hands about half-heartedly, "curses, magic, my one weakness." you drop the act, "No, I'm afraid wizard costumes aren't my fetish either." >Fluttershy gives you a confident smile. >"No simple costumes today, Anon; today I brought the real deal!" "What, -actual- magic?" >"Uh huh!" "I'm not following you-- oh God, you're not about to do that awful stage stuff Trixie does, are you?" >"Nope! Real, actual magic, behold!" >She sits back on her haunches and begins waving her hooves around. >"Bibble-de boo, babble-de bee, these arcane powers I cast on thee!" >You fold your arms and watch her with mild bemusement. >At least it's something to take the edge off the boredom. >"Skiddle ske-doo, skedadle ske-dee, your favourite pony is now ME!" >She throws her hooves towards you like she's throwing something, and you clutch your chest in mock-pain, staggering back towards the low wall stopping you from falling off the edge of the tower. "Damn! I can feel it working!" >She gasps. >"Oh my goodness-- really?! I didn't think it would actually work!" "No! It's happening! I can already feel my body reacting to your spell! It's, it's...!" >Your stomach makes a loud gurgle. "...It's probably time to eat something. Come on, you idiot, let's get out of here before the bell pony deafens us." >You collect your stack of paper and poke her on the nose with a finger as you saunter past her to the stairs leading down. >She scrunches her face up as you do so, but follows glumly. >"I thought it would work..." "So did I when I was younger; wizards were a big thing when I was growing up." >You sigh, fond memories flooding your brain. "So many children running into train station pillars. Good times." >Fluttershy gives you an odd look as she follows you down the steps. >"What do trains have to do with magic?" "Everything, especially if they're magic trains." >"I've never seen a magic train before; what are they like?" "They're like regular trains, but on occasion you might die if you ride them." >"Oh. Where's the fun in that?" "Well you might die, for one; that's kinda neat." >You both continue exchanging light back-and-forth as you walk out of the tower. >A stallion who was approaching sees you exit, and raises an eyebrow at you. >You recognise him as the bell pony. >"What were you doing in there?" >He looks at you with your stack of papers, and Fluttershy with her wizard outfit. >You glance at your companion, then back to him. "We're bell inspectors. We were checking the bell." >He stiffens. >"Bell ins-- y-you didn't find anything, did you?" >You narrow your eyes at him and pat the papers under your arm menacingly. "We found -everything-. You'll be hearing from my superiors next week." >The stallion loses all the colour in his face as you pass him by, then gallops into the tower once you're gone. >Fluttershy gives you a frown as she trots alongside you. >"I didn't know you were a bell inspector, Anon." "I'm not, I was just messing with him." >"Oh. That's kinda mean, isn't it?" "I guess," you admit with a shrug, "but it's not like there's much else to do around here." >"Well I think you should stop messing with ponies. That goes for the paper thingies you were throwing as well; it's good that you've found a paper-crafting hobby, but using such powers for evil won't win you any friends." "In what way could -anyone- use paper-crafting for evil. I'm actually curious." >As you both head to a nearby cafe to get a drink and something to eat, Fluttershy does in fact regale you with tales of ponies who used the powers of origami to commit terrible acts of cruelty and malice. >You're baffled, but intrigued, and make a mental note to learn all you can about paper so that you can use these dark arts to alleviate your perennial boredom. >Fluttershy leads most of the conversations you have; talks about her animals, her plans for the future, and anything else on her mind. >You ask her to elaborate on a few points, offer different perspectives, and generally keep things going. >She mentions your broken window, and you admit to being too lazy to fix it. >That leads to a whole discussion about motivation, and Fluttershy offers to help you get into the routine of being productive. >This continues for hours, with many a chuckle and many a giggle to be had throughout. >Finally, you find yourself stood outside her cottage as the sun begins to set. >Crouching down, you give her a big hug, the pony nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck. >For a moment you both enjoy the silence and each other's warmth. >Then, you both reluctantly break the embrace, and you turn to leave. "I'll head back now; thanks for today, Fluttershy, I appreciat--" >... >You stand stock-still, mouth hanging open and refusing to finish your sentence. >Slowly, you turn back to face Fluttershy. >She notices your frozen look, and her own serene air vanishes. >Then, gives you a nervous smile. >"S-something, um, wrong, Anon?" "We just," you gulp, "we just spent the whole afternoon together." >"Yyyes. We did," her smile broadens, and you see a bead of sweat race down her forehead, "i-is that a problem?" "What the hell have you done to me," you say in a low, deliberate tone. >"W-well... I cast a magic spell on you." "What kind of spell," you're not blinking as your eyes bore into her. >"A f-friendship spell? You know; scooby doo dee, best pony is me? That whole thing?" >A slow-burning fury begins to build in you. >Narrowing your eyes, you take a single step towards her. >She takes three back, panicked. >"N-now Anon, it's a nice spell! Nothing to get upset at! Didn't you have a nice time today? Didn't you have fun?" "I had," you spit the words, "a -lovely- time." >You lunge for her, intent on breaking every bone in her meddling body. >Collapsing through the open doorway together, you both roll around on the floor, the mare desperately trying to escape as you attempt to get a good bone-crushing grip on her. >Instead, you find yourself cradling her. >She seems just as shocked as you are as your arms gently hold her body, taking care not to squash her wings too much, since that would hurt her. >One of your hands lightly rubs her back; fingers working into her muscles and relaxing her. >She utters a contented noise from the touch, but still wears a confused expression. >"I, hah, I thought you were going to hurt me!" "I'm..." you tremble a bit, "trying to..?" >"...Oh." >You try for a good half-minute to maim her, but just sort of rock her gently. >She settles into your arms as your hand moves from her back to stroking her mane. >"Well you're not doing a very good job." "I'm working on it." >"...So do you want to spend time together tomorrow?" "I'd rather d-die." >"Um--" "Nngguuh-- I'd rather die than miss it." >Your mind and every other impulse is shouting at you to deliver a well-deserved beating for her magical shenanigans, but instead of snapping her hooves, you carefully take one in your hands and begin massaging it. >Fluttershy rolls onto her back in your lap and relaxes. >"This is... nice. Um, kinda weird, actually, but nice." "I wasn't aware that pegasi could cast magic spells." >"Me neither; ah! N-not there, that's a bit too sensitive." "Sorry," you move your fingers away from the soft area within her hoof, "what's that bit called, anyway?" >"That's called the frog." "Hah, what a strange name." >"You think so?" "Sure, it's like the heel of my foot being called a rabbit." >"I guess I never thought of it like that. That's just what we've always called it; I don't like mine being touched though. Some ponies do, and ponies like Applejack don't even feel it when you touch them because she works with her hooves all the time." "But not you?" >"No. I'm, um, delicate." "You certainly are," you say affectionately, then pause. >Fluttershy takes a moment to notice that you've stopped. >"Um, you okay?" "Nnnghh." >"Oh, that. Try not to fight it, I guess? I don't really know how you're feeling, I've never had a magic spell cast on me before." >She taps her chin with a hoof and thinks for a bit. >"W-well actually, no, that's a lie, I've had a ton of spells cast on me. So don't worry Anon, I know exactly how you feel!" "W-wanna... break you..." >"Oh shush, wouldn't you rather come with me to bed?" "N-no." >"No?" "Nnnyesss?" >"That's better!" >She hops off your lap and leads you to the stairs. >You follow dumbly, allowing yourself to be led. >"We've had a lovely afternoon, and now we're going to have an even better evening!" she says happily as you enter her bedroom. >"And you know what?" she turns to you and beams. >"I think I'll leave the robe and wizard hat on. I think I've earned it." >You scream internally as you both do lewd and terrible things for the rest of the night. >Fluttershy can barely walk the next day. >It's the worst thing ever. The End.