What is your fetish, sir? [warning: this sucks]

>Day puzzles in equestria

>You are anon

>Master of puzzles

>You've had a fascination with solving puzzles all your life, and that didn't change when you got to horseland

>And for that determination, you've become somewhat of a legend in this new realm of existence

>At first, pones from all around gathered to see the genius ape solve any puzzle

>They brought jigsaw puzzles, wooden assembly puzzle boxes, their version of Rubix cubes, word puzzles, and so on.

>Eventually, everyone gave up, knowing that you'd never be stumped by any puzzle they could muster

>Professor Layton would be proud

>Except one of those small equines still brought you puzzles every day

>And you very much disliked that thing

>She'd bring you puzzles just like everyone else did, but for a different reason

>She was absolutely obsessed with guessing your sexual fetish

>And she was convinced that puzzles were it, and that you just didn't know it

>And that if she found the perfect

>You'd be lying if you said you didn't take some slight offense at the situation, but you tried to be cordial

 

>"Is this puzzle your fetish, Anon?"

>She held what looked like a fancy rubix cube up to you

No, I'm afraid not, but it looks kind of interesting, so thank you.

>She cracks a big smile from making you happy

>"I'll find your fetish someday, and then you'll love me as much as I love you."

We'll see.

>Look at the box

>It's a pretty thing, that's for sure

>Ebony base with complicated gold designs strewn about it

>To a less experienced individual, it'd look solved already

>But you know better

>Begin tinkering with it

>Try to find give points to possibly turn it or take it apart from

>Finally happen about a circular, gold disk with just a little leeway around its edges, akin to a video game controller joystick, on one side of the box

>Mess with it, turning it in every direction

>Press down on it

>Nothing

>As a final attempt, press your finger around the edge and rub counter-clockwise

>You only rub it around about three quarters of the circle before the box pops from your hands using a mechanism and plummets to the ground

>Bingo

>It separates from half of itself, rotate, and reform again, into a different shape, all on its own

This is fascinating, Fluttershy

>"Uh, yes."

>The box mechanizes back to its original, cubic form

>Now another half raises up, and slowly lowers back down

>And then

>Nothing

 

Well that was rather neat, Fluttershy, if a little easy

>"W-well I-"

>She is cut off by the ominous sound of rattling chains

>A smoky fog rolls in, seemingly separating the two of you from the rest of the world

>Suddenly, hooks shoot forth from the oblivion of the obscuring mist, digging into both of your skins

>You both scream in agony

>Strain to talk

Fluttershy, what the hell is this!?

>Gentlemanly verbal courtesy be damned

>"I UH, UHH."

>"Anonymous, and Fluttershy, we welcome you to our family." says a threatening baritone voice

W-what!? Who is that?

>A figure, a HUMANOID figure, steps out from the fog, dressed in a long, black, leather coat

>Although you're more concerned with his deathly, white skin

>And the fact that nails are sticking out from every literal inch of his fucking skull

>"Who am I? Such humility. The guest of honor, asking about ME. I would be blushing if I could."

WHAT IS GOING ON!?

>"You opened the box. You come with us." says another, hissing voice.

>A bald woman, with her throat sickenly held open by a sinister looking apparatus of metal wire appears from the fog.

>Two more figures step forward, one fat, with a leather jacket, and sunglasses

>The other without a face, looking as if it was melted off, except for its mouth, held wide open, revealing constantly chattering teeth

WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING!? WHAT ABOUT THE BOX!?

>"Yes, Fluttershy, what about the box should you be telling your beloved, Anon?" the nail-pierced man says as he strokes her head

>"W-w-well, y-you see... I kind of started assuming that puzzles weren't your fetish, so I decided to move on..."

>She continues

>"But I decided to try one last time, and got what was the best puzzle ever."

Th-That box?

>"Yes."

>Stare at her, and then the creatures, and then her, and then the box

>They all seem to be waiting for you to say something

>Until Fluttershy speaks up

>"U-um, Anon?"

>You stare at her again

>"Is brutal, unending pain your fetish?"

>...

>Your stare becomes of glare

No. That is not my fetish, Fluttershy

>"It will be." States the Pale skinned, nailed man

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-

>You are and Fluttershy both instantaneously ripped into pieces by the hooked chains

 

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