[FR, Grim] Telltale

>Day like any other in Equestria.

>Except not.

>Wake up.

>A bit earlier than normal.

>It's getting harder and harder to get a full night's sleep.

>Many times, such as this one, you'll wake up pre-maturely, your body anticipating your morning endeavor.

>It's not entirely all bad though.

>You've taken up gardening in your spare time.

>And you've become quite proud of your little petunias.

>You rise up in bed, making sure to quiet your alarm clock, lest it ring out in the hour or so it's set for.

>You yawn and stretch, sitting at the edge of your bed.

>It creaks in disapproval of your early rousing.

Yeah, I know... I'm not all that thrilled about it either...

>You don your robe and gardening-wizard hat.

>As you walk to retrieve the watering can you purchased from Roseluck from the hall closet, you get a glance out of your front window.

>It's still dark outside.

>Only the semblance of light is starting to peek over the hills of the horizon.

>You fill the watering can at your kitchen sink and chuckle to yourself.

>Yet another day you've arisen before Celestia.

>Oh well.

>You can't be too mad.

>After all, you get to watch her beautiful sunrise while feeding your lovely flowers.

>You set about doing just that.

>But not before starting a pot of coffee.

>You aren't powered by lightning or anything, after all.

>And that cup of Joe just might get you through the day.

>Watering can in tow, you slide on your fuzzy slippers at the front door.

>The morning air feels brisk against your shins; one of the few places left bare by your robe.

>You take a deep breath in.

>It's honestly not all that horrible being up this early.

>The air is crisp and fresh, and there's a little hint of sweetness from your flowers.

 

Good morning, my lovelies.

>You grin and bend lower to further the scent.

And how are you all today?

>You hum to yourself as you sprinkle water over each little flower patch.

You girls are coming in very well.

>You spy a couple mischievous weeds trying to sneak their way into your beautiful rose bush.

>Note that that last bit isn't capitalized...

Sly little buggers... You'll never get away with this!

>You get down on your hands and knees to do heated battle with the green menace.

>It puts up a tough fight, but eventually, it succumbs to your obvious superiority and you yank it from its home.

>You scrounge around for more weeds and remove them when found.

>Once you've finished, you wipe the sweat from your brow and stand.

>You back up several tens of yards and admire your work.

>Your garden perfectly frames the front of your home, a planter on each side of your door.

>You breathe a sigh of contentment and catch a whiff of your B.O.

>Yuck.

>It's time to start your routine.

>You lift your head.

>Just in time for Celly's sunrise.

Thanks doll.

>You smirk and walk back inside.

>You place the watering can back inside your closet, kick off your slippers, and pour some of the now-ready coffee into your favorite mug.

>Good old Lucky Mug.

>The sun's rays begin to shine ever-so-slightly into your humble kitchen as you add the cream and sugar.

>You sit at your small breakfast table and take a long, slow, deliberate sip.

>Sweet, strong liquid flows past your tongue and down your throat.

>It warms your body and your spirit.

>You make a content 'ahh' sound and nod.

>Yes.

>Today's going to be the day.

>Today is the day that you'll treat yourself to the last of your hot dog stash.

>You hop in the shower wearing a smile.

 

>Hot dogs were one of the few things that managed to get transported along with you.

>That and all the necessary ingredients to make s'mores.

>They were the only things that were in your backpack still from the camping trip you were on.

>The s'mores were long gone.

>You were basically a chocoholic, so they lasted a matter of days.

>But you were smarter when it came to the hot dogs.

>You learned pretty quickly that you wouldn't be getting any meat here in Equestria.

>Something about how all the animals could talk or had personalities or some nonsense.

>And p0nies were herbivores after all...

>You finish up in the shower and step out to towel off.

>You'd been rationing your tiny hot dog reserve for the last month or so in secret.

>You knew that the p0nies wouldn't be very accepting of your carnivorous habits.

>Even if the meat didn't technically come from any of the critters from this universe...

>You apply deodorant and brush your teeth.

>You were down to your last juicy, plump, tasty little hot dog.

>But, like you'd already decided, today would be the day you kissed your last bit of meat goodbye.

>It'd be a bittersweet feeling.

>Eating the last morsel of flesh you'd know while in this world.

>But hey, it's there to be eaten after all.

>And the use by date is coming up anyway.

>So no harm, no foul.

>You comb your hair.

>Shave.

>Because you had forgotten about that part amidst your meat thought tornado.

>Go back to your table and pick up where you left off.

>Drinking more glorious coffee.

>You pour yourself a bowl of Cocoa Clitorites.

>Somehow Fluttershy was able to sponsor a cereal in the shape of mare pussies.

>And she'd always bring you new boxes when she'd visit in the mornings.

>Whatever.

>It's free breakfast as far as you're concerned.

>And honestly pretty tasty.

 

>And speak of the devil.

>There's a knock at your door.

>You take another swig from Lucky before sauntering over to the front of your home.

>You open it to see Banana Hush standing confidently on your doorstep.

>Well, as confident as you can expect from Fluttershy...

>Which meant that there was something of utmost interest resting at her feet.

>"O-O-O-O-O-O-Oh... h-h-h-h-h-hi... An-n-n-n-n-non...

>You take a look at your wristwatch.

>Fluttershy squirms a little in place.

>This is going to take a while.

>You just stand, leaning against your doorframe and taking the occasional sip of coffee.

>From your vantage point, you get a good bird's eye view of Fluttershy's body.

>Something seems a little different than normal.

>She seems a bit... bigger than usual.

>Not in a fat kind of way...

>But rather...

>She just looks... bloated?

>Actually, this seems a little familiar...

Fluttershy... didn't you try inflation a few weeks ago?

>She jumps slightly at your sudden speech.

>"O-Oh... n-n-no...-"

And didn't you end up floating off into the sunset with Balloonie Pie too?

>"W-Well... y-yes, but...-"

Who was only there because she thought it'd be 'super fun diddly dun...'

>"Umm... yes, th-that's true, but..."

So why would you think it'd work this time?

>A low rumble starts somewhere in the vicinity of Yellow Meek's stomach, but you more or less ignore it.

Just so you know, I'm still not into-

>And then it happens.

>Fluttershy's body quivers and she pinches her eyes closed.

>Her tail lifts and somehow you just know that her asshole puckers.

>And then.

>She lets rip one of the most heinous farts you've ever had the misfortune of bearing witness to.

>"Eep..."

>Her body seems to breathe a sigh of relief.

>She blushes a deep crimson.

>"I-I-I-I-I-I-Is... h-h-heavy fl-fl-fl-flatulence your fu-fu-fetish, Anon?"

>She really is the devil...

>You slam the door with enough force to make your house shake.

 

Fuck this gay Earth-questria.

>Stupid fucking Fluttershy and her fucking fetish attempts.

>You're so pissed that your knuckles are turning white from the death grip you have on Lucky Mug.

>Yellow piece of shit.

>Can't believe you put up with her goddamn antics every fucking day and...

>And you can still smell her disgusting anal emission!

Fucking Fluttershy!

>You set Lucky down on a nearby table and fling the door open again.

>She just cowers in the wake of your rage.

WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?!

>"I-I-I-I-I ju-ju-ju-just wuh-wuh-wanted t-t-to-"

>You pick her up by her mane and tail.

>She whimpers in what sounds like a mixture of pleasure and pain.

>You don't care.

>You direct her muzzle in a northerly fashion and rear back your right leg.

>She squirms in your grip, but you hold steady.

>You start a mini color-commentary in your head.

'He's lining up for the kick. Winds up, and...'

>You give Fluttershy a resounding strike to the muff.

'It's gooooooood!'

>She rockets off into the distance and makes a small glint in the skyline as she disappears from your field of view.

>But not before releasing a massive amount of ass Febreeze.

>The noxious cloud hangs in front of your door like a bong hit.

>There's even a gangrenous tint to it.

>You pinch your nose in a futile attempt to keep the smell from reaching your receptors.

Oh sweet baby Celestia, this is rank.

>You wave your hand to try to dissipate the fumes.

>It only serves to cleave the gas in twain.

>The two halves drift to either side of your door.

>They seem to envelop...

>Your prized petunias!

 

Oh no no no no no!

>You wave your arms violently, trying to stave off the putrid haze.

>But your efforts are all for naught.

>The clouds of death creep ominously over your garden planters leaving nothing but wilted flowers in their wake.

>You cradle Cynthia in your arms as her life fades.

No... No. This can't be happening...

>A single tear forms in the crook of your eye as you commit Cynthia's body back to the Earth...-Questria...

Fucking... Fluttershy...

>You walk back inside and slam your door shut once more.

>Steam is pouring out of the sides of your head.

>You need to calm down or you'd end up punching a hole through your wall.

>And what good would that be?

>It'd just be another way for Fluttershy's gas to molest you.

Fucking Fluttershy!

>Right...

>Calm...

>You spot your record player in the corner of your living room.

>Thank the glory of the sun that these p0nies had good music.

>You'll never know how, but they had a lot of the same stuff you listened to back home.

>Still annoyed, you flip through some of the records you own.

>No... Nope... Definitely not...

Ah.

>You select one and blow on the cover, condemning a small cloud of dust to a new resting place.

This oughta calm me down a bit.

>You put the record on the player, turn it on, and set the needle to the vinyl.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6QFwo57WKwg

>You walk back to your door and grab Lucky from the table you'd set him on.

>As you plop down onto your sofa, you can feel your worries already starting to melt away.

>You take another gulp from Lucky.

>What a good mug.

>Always there when you need him.

>Through the thick and the thin.

>You give him a little peck on the lip.

>No homo.

>Just a show of appreciation.

 

>It doesn't get much better than this.

>Nodding your head slowly to soft jams...

>Feelsgoodman.

>You could almost forget about what Fluttershy did to your beautiful...

>Innocent.

>Healthy.

>Flowers...

>You can feel you anger start to swell again.

>You finish off what was left in Lucky and set him down on your coffee table.

>You know how to fix this.

>You walk back into the kitchen and set a pot of water to boil.

>Then head back to the living room and crouch down, moving your table out of the way just enough.

>Grinning, you pull up the false plank of wood that hides your most secret of areas.

>You push past the piles of porn.

>And the paparazzi photos of Pinkie Pie's plush pussy.

>Okay, maybe you were into p0nies a little bit...

>Fluttershy must never know...

>Finally, you reach your target.

>Resting next to Jeremy, your favorite jar, is the plastic bag containing your last hot dog.

>You lick your lips as you retrieve your object of desire.

You'll make the pain go away, won't you, sweetie?

>You head back to the kitchen with a bounce in your step.

>You plop the savory morsel into the heating liquid.

And now we wait.

>Suddenly you hear something from your living room.

>And then you start to smell something as well.

Give me a break...

>You walk back to investigate the assault to your senses.

>Sure enough, Fluttershy is rooting through your secret stash.

>And she's... still farting...

>She's farting along to the beat of the music.

>She's FARTING. TO YOUR MUSIC.

>...

GOD DAMNIT, SHY!

>She recoils, catching her head on the underside of the table, tipping it to its side and sending Lucky flying across the room.

>The world seems to slow down.

>Fluttershy backpedals in her daze and bumps your record player.

>The record starts to skip.

http://www.infinitelooper.com/?v=6QFwo57WKwg&p=n#/100;102

Nooooooooooooo! Lucky Mug!!!

 

>You watch helplessly as your beloved porcelain friend crashes headfirst into your not-so-beloved wall.

>The world is set back in motion.

>Fluttershy is still trying to get her bearings after being startled.

>She's quivering.

>And still farting...

>She finally seems to understand what's just transpired.

>"A-Anon... I'm s-s-s-so so-so-sorr-"

>You hold up a shaking hand to quiet her.

>The other is in a balled-up fist.

Out.

>"Bu-Bu-But..."

OUT! GET OUT RIGHT NOW!

>She cringes and flies out the window she came in, leaving a trail of gaseous fear behind her.

>You simply stand where you are, attempting to take everything in.

>In time, you step slowly to the shattered remains of your companion.

>You stoop over him, fists still balled, scanning his once-beautiful body.

>Sniffling, you kneel and pick a piece of him up.

Lucky Mug...

>You start to sob.

You didn't deserve any of this...

>A few tears fall from your chin to the floor.

Don't worry buddy... I'll make sure to give you a proper burial.

>You grab a broom and dustpan from your closet after turning your record player off and solemnly sweep his bits up.

>You carry Lucky's body outside and bury him with his fallen brethren, your petunias.

>Salute your army.

>They've given their lives this day in the fight against Fluttershy.

You will be remembered.

>Speaking of remembering things...

>That hot dog's been boiling a while.

>It's probably done cooking.

>At least that's one thing you can look forward to.

>It might just make up for today.

>A man can dream.

>You walk back inside and wash up.

>You reach your hand out to remove the pot from the flame and realize...

>There's no hot dog in the pot.

>There's. No. Hot. Dog. In. The. Pot.

>HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?

>You know you put it in there.

>So if it isn't in the pot now, then that must mean...

>"O-Oh Aaaaanoooon..."

>You grit your teeth and ball your fists until your knuckles turn white.

>Fluttershy...

 

>You follow the grating voice to your bathroom.

>The scene that awaits you is more horrible than any nightmare or amputee midget porn you've ever seen.

>Fluttershy is bent over your tub, clit and asshole winking, with...

>"Oh Anon... I kn-knew you -unf- liked fl-flatulence. You even warmed up a -ahn- toy for me."

>Sure enough, she's got your last hot dog jammed up her disgusting mare vagina.

>You snort smoke from your nostrils like a bull.

>You're starting to see red.

>"I knew you -hnn- loved me, A-Anon! I'll make you s-so hard with your -guh- fetish!"

>With that, you watch as her cheeks clench, sending your beloved hot dog to the bathroom floor.

>She then proceeds to let out a small whimper of a fart which slowly begins getting louder.

>Her asshole blooms to allow a brown log passage.

>She coats your last hot dog -  the one you'd been saving all this time, the one that was going to make this day bearable, your last friend in this horrible pastel world - in chocolate soft serve.

>"T-Take me, Anon!"

FUCKING FLUTTERSHY!!!

>You let out a bloodcurdling scream and launch at the pegasus.

>You grab her by the neck and start to throttle her.

>In your rage, you look around nearby for something to strike her with.

>You rip the towel rack from the wall and begin beating the mare over her head.

>The next few moments are like photographs.

>You smash Fluttershy mercilessly with your bludgeon.

>It feels like minutes, but lasts only seconds.

>When you finally regain your senses, you're craned over a broken and battered Fluttershy.

>There's blood strewn all across your bathroom.

>You drop the towel rack in horror.

Oh God...

>You kneel down to check Fluttershy.

Fl... Fluttershy?

>Her body lies limp and her head is caved in from your repeated barrage.

>She's as dead as a door nail.

Oh God...

 

>What are you going to do?

>You just killed an Element of Harmony...

>You're a dead man.

>No p0ny would believe you did it out of frustration.

>No p0ny even believed you when you told them about Fluttershy's rape attempts.

>Great job, Anon.

>You weren't even sure if Equestria had a punishment for murder.

>It'd probably never come up before.

>Luna got banished to the moon just for getting uppity with her sister.

>There's no way you'd survive whatever she'd come up with for you.

>You've gotta hide the body.

>Yup. It's as simple as that.

>You'll hide the body.

>Cut it up into little pieces and stash it somewhere.

>Wait.

>Stash?

>That's perfect.

>You'll cut her up and stick her under your floor.

>No p0ny will ever know.

>And if anyone comes around asking about her, you'll just deny everything.

>Easy.

>Yes.

>Just cut up the body.

>Hide the pieces.

Cut up the body.

>You visit your utility closet once more and retrieve the saw you use to trim the tree out front.

Hide the pieces.

>You return to the tub and set about your task, repeating your mantra.

Cut the body.

>You sever her head.

Hide the pieces.

>Remove each leg.

Cut the body.

>Separate the wings.

Hide the pieces.

>Cut her barrel in two.

Cut the body.

>You start to grin as you let the blood drain from her dismantled remains.

Hide the pieces.

>Time to clean the bathroom while you wait.

>Some bleach and elbow grease later, the bathroom is shining like new.

>Just in time.

>It seems like the pieces have fully drained.

>You scoop them up and stuff them underneath your floorboards and set the fake piece back.

>It's seamless.

>You smile and wipe a bloody arm across your forehead.

You done good, Anon.

>Time for a shower.

>You run through a second morning routine and carry on your business.

>You decide to turn in early, since you had a long day.

 

>Wake up the next day to your alarm clock.

>You actually managed to sleep all night.

>Good thing too, because it's not like you have flowers to tend anymore.

>Smack your lips together and give a great big yawn.

>Like that of a lion.

>Scratch your armpit and go take a shower.

>Memories from last night play like a broken recording.

>The crunch of her skull...

>The resistance of her bones against the saw...

>Her chopped-up body lying under your floor...

>You shudder and finish washing.

>It's done with.

>You didn't do it on purpose, but you can at least enjoy the results.

>You rub your stubble and start to shave.

>Looking into the mirror, you drag your razor across your chin.

>You hear a faint sound, scarcely more than a whisper.

>["Is sh..ing yo.r f.t.sh, A.on?"]

>Drop your razor in the sink and blink your eyes.

Was that...?

>You shake your head to clear your thoughts.

>That must just be nerves getting the better of you.

>You lean down and splash some water on your face.

>When you look back up, you think you catch a glimpse of something yellow in the mirror.

>["We c.n .. to..t..r ..w, A..n..."]

>You turn back to be greeted only with wall.

>The same wall you cleaned yesterday after...

>Well, that's enough of the bathroom for today.

>Time to go somewhere with no reflections.

>The kitchen.

>There's an idea.

>You head to the kitchen and pour yourself some cereal.

>You're almost out.

>Fluttershy didn't bring you any yesterday.

>You're meal is interrupted by a familiar sound.

>Knocking.

>You check your watch.

>Right on time...

>But how could...?

>Your blood runs cold as you slowly rise from your chair and make your way to your front door.

>You take cautious steps on shaky legs.

>The hallway to your door seems to tunnel.

>It looks so far away.

>More knocking.

>You near the door, bracing yourself to open it.

>You swallow the knot in your throat and grasp the knob.

>Suddenly the mail slot flaps open, and...

 

>A letter drops to the floor.

>You nearly faint from the feeling of relief that overtakes you.

>You hear the whisper again.

>["Is ..ing sc.... y..r fe...., .non?"]

>Your heart begins beating faster.

Fl... Fluttershy? Is that you?

>There's a loud knock from right in front of you.

>You jump backwards and fall to the floor.

No... No! It can't be!

>The knock comes again.

>You scramble backwards frantically.

She... She's right here! She's dead!

>You shove the table out of the way and pry open the floorboard.

>Fluttershy's corpse is just as you left it, packed underneath your home.

See? See!?

>The knocking doesn't cease.

>You gulp, gathering enough resolve to stand.

You're dead, Fluttershy!

>You barrel to the door, grip the knob, and throw the door open.

>Nothing.

>Nothing but the sight of your dead flowers and the chill of morning.

>Grin and start to laugh softly.

See? It was nothing. Just your mind getting the best of you, Anon.

>You laugh a little louder.

She's dead. Dead and gone.

>Close the door, replace the floor, and move the coffee table back into place.

>Maybe it's time to put on another record.

>It might calm you down again.

>Decide on one of your favorites from a game you played on Earth.

>You start the record.

 http://www.infinitelooper.com/?v=nlu2z2gkhhI&p=n#/0;146

>You plop down on your couch.

>The melody starts to relax you.

>You really need this right now.

>Just remember that everything will be alright.

>Nop0ny probably even suspects that Fluttershy's gone.

>She lived alone.

>On the outskirts of the city.

>And aside from harassing you every day, she largely kept to herself.

>She only went out when the town needed saving.

>And you've been Discord-free for almost a week now.

>You let out another of your often-made sighs and let your head press further into the couch cushion.

>Good old Bluey.

>Everything's going to be fine.

 

>But that'd be where you're wrong.

>Your door is accosted yet again by a rapping sound.

>It shakes you to your very core.

>You shoot up on the sofa and look to the door.

>Fluttershy's dead.

>*knock*

>You killed her.

>*knock*

>You checked to make sure her body was still in your hole.

>*knock*

>It. Can't. Be. Her.

>*knock*

>You rise in a cold sweat and plod to your door.

>*knock*

>["L.t's .e t..eth.., .non..."]

>*knock* *knock* *knock*

>You fling the door to the side and scream into the face of madness.

WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?

>...

>Twilight stands in shock at your doorstep.

>"You... really aren't a morning person are you, Anon?"

>She giggles as she trots into your humble abode past your dumbstruck form.

>"I came to see how you were doing. You never come to visit, you know..."

>You regain your composure and force a chuckle.

Hah, yeah... Well... I don't really... get out much?

>She gives you a genuine look of concern.

>"That's really not very healthy, Anon. I used to be a shut-in too, but then I learned the magic of friendship."

>She smiles.

>It's a nice smile.

>You wonder if Twilight likes to smile.

>You'd like it if she smiled more.

>The whisper is back, a little louder than before.

>["Is s..ling ..ur fet..., Tw.l...t?]

>Wait...

>Why do you care if Twilight smiles?

>"Actually... I have to admit... I'm not just here to check up on you."

>You shoot her a confused look.

>She goes to sit on your couch.

>You move to sit across from her.

>On your coffee table.

>["To..her fo..er..."]

>"I was wondering if you'd seen Fluttershy... She had her weekly spa date with Rarity yesterday. Rarity said she never showed up."

 

>Twilight's gaze wavers and she hangs her head solemnly.

>She looks much prettier when she's happy.

>You wish you could do something to make her happy.

>You embrace her in your arms in a hug.

>But you didn't want to.

>Your arms just moved on their own.

>What's going on?

>The voice is louder now.

>["Is cud...g y..r fe...h, T.i...ht?"]

>You wince.

>"I know she doesn't care much for them, but Fluttershy never misses her spa dates..."

>You aren't sure whether you can trust your mouth or not.

>But you have to say something.

A-Are you s-sure she isn't just sick, o-or something?

>Twilight shakes her head.

>"I already went to check her cottage. There wasn't any food in any of the animal's dishes."

>She sniffles.

>"Fluttershy feeds them every day at dawn and dusk. So she must've not made it home last night."

>You squirm.

>The voice is speaking clearly now

>["Anon... We can be together now..."]

>You squeeze Twilight tighter in your grip.

>Together.

>You can spread kindness...

>Together...

>She's right under your feet...

>You could end this play.

>This whole charade...

>You killed Fluttershy.

>["We are together now, Anon..."]

>That's right...

>Together.

>Make p0nies happy.

>Give them what they want.

>Even if they don't know it themselves.

>Together...

>Make them happy...

 

>"Anon, are you alright?"

>You feel her tug against your arms.

>"You're hurting me a little bit."

>She starts to laugh nervously.

>But you know deep down that she's enjoying it.

>Everyp0ny does.

>The feeling of being held.

>The feeling of being wanted.

>The feeling of being loved.

>The voice in your head is shouting now.

>["Is being loved your fetish, Twilight?"]

>You start to laugh.

>Quietly at first.

>But it slowly grows louder.

>"A-Anon?" Twilight stammers.

>"Stop it... Y-You're scaring me..."

>The voice in your head has become your own.

Is being scared your fetish, Twilight?

>"Wha- What?!"

>She uses her magic to force herself from your grip.

We just want to make you HaPpY, tWiLiGhT.

ToGeThEr...

>You stretch a twisted smirk from ear to ear.

>She slowly backs away from you, horrified by your change in countenance.

>"Wh-What did you do to Fluttershy?"

>Her horn begins to glow with magical energy, prepping for self-defense.

WhAtEvEr Do YoU mEaN, tWiLiGhT?

>["Together..."]

>You stand, sending your table sliding backwards on the floor.

>["Forever..."]

>With a stomp, you disturb the false floorboard and reach into the compartment.

>["Both mind-"]

>You pull out a chunk of Fluttershy and bite into it, tearing into her flesh.

>["And body..."]

>You chew it and swallow, a strand of saliva dripping from your mouth.

>Twilight gasps in shock, sending poorly-aimed bolts of magic in your direction as a result.

>"You... You killed Fluttershy?!"

>She sobs.

>You laugh manically.

I AM FlUtTeRsHY! ElEmEnT oF kInDnEsS!

WhAt'S yOuR fEtIsH, tWiLiGhT?!