DatPlot Story 3: Fluttershy

FLUTTERSHY

(growth, mega, crush, ass crush, city destruction)

 

>Spending the usual Sunday afternoon helping Fluttershy tend her garden.

>You’re a little excited for the small crop of poison joke you had been growing behind a row of beanstalks. They looked about as ripe as they will get.

>Fluttershy hadn’t even noticed because you found a strain of them that grew green and quite normal-looking, and thus they had avoided her expert gardener’s eye.

>You will be the new god of pranks after Fluttershy has gone inside for the evening; don’t want her seeing you harvesting some random plants she didn’t even know were there after all.

>The day wears on, and the anticipation is killing you. Finally Fluttershy calls it a night and, after giving you a timid “thank you”, you walk out, giving the illusion of strolling back to your house. You wait a few minutes in a nearby thicket of trees for good measure.

>Satisfied she won’t be coming back out for the night, you creep back to the back of the garden, avoiding snapping twigs and windows she could spy you through.

>You silently put on some gloves (with finger holes!) that Rarity had made for you during the winter season. Don’t want to play a joke on yourself, after all.

>Crawling under the fence, commando-style, you determine the exact spot you had planted those nefarious little plants.

>But they weren’t there.

>You were sure you had the right place, right behind the beanstalks. Double-checking your orientation, it only takes a few seconds for it to hit you.

>She found them.

>You quickly hop up and run over to her front door to warn Fluttershy that those plants weren’t just an exotic strain of lettuce.

>Before you can open the door, the groan of complaining timbers rips and echoes through the area.

>Goddammit, the poison-joke must have done something. God I just hope she didn’t…

>The wood frame creaks violently, followed by a loud snapping and a burst of energy that almost knocks you off your feet.

>Clearing splinters and debris from your face, your mind reels in disbelief at the image being fed to it by your wide-staring eyes.

>Fluttershy’s fine at least. Just…exponentially fine.

>After rubbing your eyes again you see her normally diminutive, slender frame rising in height, her yellow skin taking up more and more of your vision with every second. It’s clear at this time that her cabin isn’t going to stand up to much more of her.

>Surrounded by a blue glow lighting up the early evening, her body continues to burst through the remains of the roof with no signs of ceasing, her hooves pushing against the walls.

>A small “eep” that would have been near-unnoticeable at her normal size bursts from her quivering lips high above you.

>She takes a nervous, shuffling step,.

>You begin waving your arms wildly in an attempt to get her attention.

>Spying you through tearing-up eyes, she speaks.

>”Anon, wh-what…what happened to me?”

>Her voice vibrates your body with its volume, but you manage to stammer back.

>I think you touched some green poison joke I was growing.

>”What?” she peeps, the breath of her timid voice blowing against you.

>I SAID YOU TOUCHED MY GREEN POISON JOKE.

>”I didn’t touch anything. I just had a salad with some of the lettuce in my garden, anon.”

>Oh Jesus.

>Before you can admonish her for eating strange plants she just happened to find, another blue glow surrounds her and she once again rises up, this time past the tree line.

>You sense some scurrying under a pile of light debris from the conquered house and Fluttershy’s rabbit Angel hops out.

>Oh shit, I gotta grab hi…

>Fluttershy, clearly terrifying herself with her immensity, takes the tiniest of stumbles. At this size, however, it shook the ground.

>Her rear hoof lifts up menacingly, and without warning, comes back down dangerously close to you.

>Whatever danger you may have felt, Angel clearly had it worse. A lot worse.

>The microscopic (to her) bunny-rabbit’s last vision was of her owner, through a simple, delicate misstep, bringing a massive yellow hoof down and utterly crushing him, providing absolutely no resistance to her monolithic leg.

>Your jaw dropping, your survival instincts take over and you make a run for the path back into Ponyville, very realistically terrified that you may be next.

>”Wait! Anon! You can’t leave me like this!”

>You don’t need to know she’s following close on your heels; her deafening footsteps thunder behind you and almost jar you off of your feet.

>A yellow pillar that could have easily made your house a smear under it crushes a cluster of trees a few feet from you.

 >This time seriously thrown from your frantic escape, you land on your back staring up at the owner of the apocalyptic hoof.

>Tears streaming down her now-deceivingly innocent face, her gorgeous blue eyes scan back and forth, looking for your diminutive figure.

>”A..anon? Did I step on you? Oh goodness, I stepped on you. Oh no…no no no…I’m so very sorry anon.”

>No, no, I’m right here Fluttershy. Just. DON’T. MOVE.

>Almost comically, her whole body freezes and she looks straight down on you between her massive hooves.

>”Oh thank goodness anon…I was so scared. I’m still scared…you just HAVE to help me!”

>I can’t help you Fluttershy, but I know who can. We have to get you back to Twilight without you destroying anything else.

>At this time she was lifting up each hoof, eyeing the bottom of each one nervously, making sure nothing had been obliterated under one of her not-so-graceful steps.

 

>You get a good distance in front of her to avoid Angel’s pathetic fate, running backwards and trying your best to minimize the damage the colossal mare was doing to the countryside by guiding her with your hands.

>Spying a river gully that probably could give even Fluttershy some trouble, you wave a “stop” gesture up to her.

>Almost absentmindedly, she ignores your signing and continues on.

>Apparently ponies don’t know human hand gestures? (of course not, they don’t have hands)

>Each hoof crashes down closer to you and you begin to jump up and down wildly, trying to get her attention.

>Despite there being a few houses by the river gully, there was a more important item in her unstoppable path: you.

>Her towering body blots out the starlight with its bright pastel of yellow as she passes over you, casting you into a temporary, four-hooved prison with what looks like no escape.

>Terror and the image of an inevitable conclusion of ending up a formless speck on her body rattle through your mind.

>However, upon looking down towards the direction of her passage, you see her front two hooves cross unhindered over the gully, barely missing a stone bridge.

>Her third hoof, however, didn’t pass so easily.

>Caught on the small yet sturdy bridge, Fluttershy lost her balance, a pitiful squeal bursting from her lips

>Thousands of tons of pony were now falling backwards onto the side of the bridge with the hamlet of houses.

>A rather self-centered, but self-preserving part of you thanks Celestia that she didn’t trip into your direction, but you quiver on the ground were you lay nonetheless.

>Almost unable to watch, you see her all-encompassing flank awkwardly plant itself directly on top of the three houses, blotting out an acre-sized piece of land with her rear.

>Rather fast for a pony that could put a dragon to shame from her sheer destructive power, she scampers, tearing up earth and trying to get up.

>”Oh goodness. Oh my. Oh…Oh I hope I didn’t land…”

>Before she could finish, she places a timid hoof onto her flank, peppered with debris from the hamlet and, horrifyingly, a few smears of what could only have been its occupants.

>Her hoof returns with a greater part of a farmhouse and a look of shock erupts on her face before tears explode from her terrified eyes.

>”Oh…oh…I can’t believe…I just did that! Oh I’m so sorry ponies…I’m so…”

>She is getting hysterical.

>As if on cue, the eerie blue glow appears, once again outlining her giant body, and forces her teary-eyed, shuddering frame into an even greater size.

>She stops at a size dwarfing Ponyville itself, the now-tiny town at the bottom of the hill undoubtedly aware of this titaness’ existence now.

>”I just can’t do ANYTHING now without harming somep0ny. I just can’t do this anymore. Anon? Oh my, you probably got squished too…Someone has to do something! Watch out everyp0ny, I’m coming into town…”

>Oh no no no no no…

>Before she could make her deadly trot into the town, a small yet impossibly bright-colored flash approached Fluttershy’s face.

>It must be Rainbow Dash! You sprint in an attempt to catch up. Fluttershy will never hear you at this size, or even know of your existence, but maybe you could tell Rainbow Dash what happened and fix this catastrophe.

>After a minute or two of desperate running to get dangerously close to the goddess-like mare, you find the other ponies hiding off the side of the road.

>Girls! What’s Rainbow doing?

>Twilight spoke up, audible fear shaking her voice.

>”Spike told us about that special brand of poison joke you were planning to spring on us.”

>A little pissed over the minor betrayal, you can do nothing but look guiltily at her and nod.

>”Anyways, we figured what was going on, anon. Rainbow Dash is trying to tell Fluttershy to move over to the lake so we can give her a Canterlot-sized herbal bath to cure her.”

>Unable to say anything other than an embarrassed “okay”, you watch and wait for the scene to unfold.

>From Fluttershy’s ever-more frantic expression, you take it things aren’t going well.

>With as much ferocity as you could possibly expect from her, Fluttershy cries out in contempt.

>”No! I have to go into town! Twilight will help me there!”

>Clearly she doesn’t know Twilight is right down here.

>Without another word exchanged however, Fluttershy once again begins her earth-shattering advance upon the helpless town.

>Twilight, appearingly seconds from panic, looks at you.

>”We have to try to stop her!”

>Not particularly sure how she plans to stop the giant mare, and not entirely sure WHY you agreed to help, you follow her after Fluttershy, the other ponies falling in behind you.

>By the time you enter the outskirts of Ponyville, Fluttershy has already placed one colossal hoof into, or rather onto, the town, utterly annihilating a number of buildings.

>Her hoof rising again, dropping the wrecked remnants of the unfortunate structures down onto other buildings, she places it down mere feet from Twilight’s library.

>”Twilight, you have to help! Twilight? I can’t see you!”

>Her voice booming yet still retaining the delicate nature it always had, she repeats Twilight’s name, looking desperately for the pony that was standing with you behind her rear hoof.

>She shuffles her position to turn around, hooves either scraping across the roofs of houses or stomping them altogether, utterly destroying a good fraction of Ponyville.

>You all run, barely avoiding the castle-sized hooves moving about seemingly at random, towards her front, hoping one last time to get her attention and save what remained of the town.

>As you reach the library she had been centering her destruction around, she sighs, a pitiful, dejected expression crossing her face.

>Thoroughly defeated despite easily destroying most of Ponyville, she abruptly drops her flank down on one of the surviving patches of the town, flattening it with humiliatingly little resistance.

>Through some unbelievable stroke of luck, Fluttershy opens her eyes from her stupor and gazes down at your small group.

>”You ponies…you ponies didn’t even help me. Help me stop hurting things. I’ve hurt so many ponies…and none of you even helped me.”

>Tears the size of carts began to stream from her woeful face, dropping onto the remains of the Carousel Boutique.

>Despite the uselessness of doing so, Twilight spoke up, yelling in a last-ditch attempt to bring Fluttershy back to her senses.

>”Fluttershy, we were always just trying to help. If only you would have listened…”

>”I…I don’t even care anymore. I don’t have any friends left. I might as well just be the big scary monster everyone probably thinks I am. I don’t care anymore…”

>”Fluttershy, wait!”

>Shifting her weight back onto her flank, one massive yellow hoof lifts up slowly, but with little sense of purpose.

>A moment hovers in the air, allowing enough time to see the flicker of anger on Fluttershy’s face, but not enough to try to run.

>Without warning, the hoof drops, and the last thing you and the other ponies see are the twisted formless debris of your former town mixed with the countless smears of former ponies.