>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.