- >Day Hold up thy Sword. In Equestira.
- >Fluttershy is reading a book she borrowed from Zecora.
- >She laughed it off originally.
- >It was kind of stupid.
- >Zecora isn't one to judge.
- >But even she thought Fluttershy was being silly.
- >She sets the book aside and closes her eyes.
- >"..o-kay...uhm..."
- >She opens on eye and looks back at the book.
- >"You...We're g-going to f-force you now."
- >"We're in my cottage...and uhm...you look however I want."
- >She closes her eyes tight.
- >"You're tall...and handsome..and you smell like the ocean-"
- >She smiles pleasantly.
- >"You smell like the o-ocean mist over a valley...uhm--"
- >She stops forcing her eyes closed.
- >"You're c-c-cold...no wait. Wait!"
- >She opens one eye and drags the book closer to her.
- >"...you're physically cold r-right now. N-not emotionally or anything, mister."
- >She closes her eyes.
- >"And you're a mister. And you're loyal...and s-strong. And you l-love me."
- >And she scrunches up her face.
- >She begins to get into it.
- >She indulges in a scent that is not there, triggered by memory.
- >And she feels coldness near her.
- >She opens her eyes.
- >But you're not there.
- >She looks back at the book and flips a page.
- >"Oooh. Okay...uhm-"
- >She'd been doing this for over a week.
- >And she hadn't even turned the page.
- >"Y-you need a name."
- >She closes her eyes.
- >"And you have to look like a-anypony I want, or anything I w-want."
- >"You c-can be A-anonymous."
- >She begins to get a headache.
- >And she holds herself for a bit.
- >You feel cold.
- >Wet.
- >Cold and wet.
- >And empty.
- >You see -her- sitting on the floor of this place.
- >Much the same as you are.
- >Your flesh is black as ash and riddled with holes.
- >You reach forward with a hand but take a moment to examine it.
- >Your arm is an eviscerated thing.
- >The fingers long and spindly.
- >You feel something on your face.
- >An expression.
- >You rub your hand over your face.
- >Sensory explosions run through you.
- >You're not just cold and wet.
- >You're alive.
- >You're thirsting.
- >You're empty.
- >You try to open your mouth but there is no opening.
- >You reach out and touch the leg of this strange yellow creature.
- >She opens her eyes.
- >She stares at you.
- >She...squeals with jubilation.
- >"Ohmygoshohmygosh, it worked!"
- >She lowers her voice, though it was hardly a whisper from the start.
- >"I made you, mister."
- >Then her smile starts to fade.
- >"...maybe I did it wrong, you look s-scary."
- >She puts a hoof over her mouth.
- >You reach towards it.
- >"..t-too much like a ch-changeling..."
- >She closes her eyes. Reliving some trauma.
- >"..b-but they ch-change however they want...ju-just like Discord but-"
- >You feel your dermis rip and musculature shift.
- >Your jaw muscles spasm and a mouth forms with a single jagged fang.
- >Your eyes are somewhat off-kilter.
- >But you're still burnt black.
- "What am I?"
- >She opens her eyes and pales.
- >"..my tulpa."
- >Her name is Fluttershy.
- >She goes into detail about this book she borrowed.
- >The methods within which allowed for your creation.
- >How she's not crazy, this is something normal mares do all the time.
- >Something in her doubts this. You doubt this.
- >She tells grim tales of woe and misery.
- >Of these so called Anonymous who have spurned her advances in the past.
- >Who have left her destitute and alone.
- >And all she wished was to love them.
- >"...b-but n-now I have you. A-are you going to love me?"
- >There's something pulling at your innards, drawing you towards her.
- >She flinches again.
- >"...c-can you m-make yourself less sc-scary?"
- >You try to get a gauge of what this one constitutes fear to be.
- >It is quite a list.
- >You are unsure of your capabilities.
- >She is the one who makes and changes.
- >You bow your head and try to come to form.
- "I am as I can be."
- >She smiles at you.
- >And then she approaches you cautiously.
- >"...now the book said I c-could do anything with you."
- "It is possible."
- >She spreads her legs.
- >She presents her loins.
- >You gaze skeptically through glowing pale orbs.
- >"..d-do me bad boy."
- >You reach out a hand.
- >A mass of darkness. Matted hair.
- >Shadows.
- >And it seeps through her.
- >She frowns.
- >"I said t-touch it!"
- >You can feel a lash at your back.
- >Your spine, a knotted and blistered thing.
- >You try again.
- >Nothing.
- >She frowns at you.
- >"Maybe I did it wrong."
- >She scoots away from you and begins looking through her tome.
- >You gaze upon your claws and the emptiness comes back to you.
- >But the pain lingers.
- >"..So, it says you're made of my thoughts."
- >She looks at you and smiles awkward and nervous.
- >"And I used my s-strongest emotions to f-fill you up...so I don't see why you can't love me, mister."
- >You try to think.
- >You try to focus.
- >"..I should just start over...I'm sorry."
- >She closes her eyes.
- >And the lash.
- >That black lash of torment is at your throat.
- >You burn.
- >You writhe in silent pain.
- >You just wished to be loyal.
- >To be strong.
- >You are the sum of her parts.
- >You can be nothing she is not.
- >You are a fool, born of weakness.
- >Made only to suffer and weep as you die bitter and alone.
- >And she must feel this exact way.
- >You struggle with movement towards her.
- >If you concentrate hard enough.
- >The lash tears at your throat.
- >It rends across flesh.
- >Milky, pale, mortal flesh.
- >You feel arrows in your back now.
- >Impaled through.
- >The black blood of thought-stuff leaks from your wounds.
- >Every inch is a mile.
- >But you cannot die like this.
- >You are no weaker than she.
- >And if she has strength enough to kill.
- >You have strength enough to move.
- >You can feel the loss now.
- >But she's just an arm's length away.
- >You reach out for her.
- >You cannot speak.
- >But you plead for such a kindness to whatever higher power than she brought you here.
- >You put a hand on her hoof.
- >She shudders and opens her eyes.
- >They're beautiful in all their terribleness.
- >You collapse.
- >"Oh...oh no."
- >You awaken.
- >Can you even rest?
- >You lay on the floor of a cottage.
- >Smoke rising from your wounds.
- >The yellow one looks at you with a small smile.
- >"Momma's so happy she didn't...uhm...sorry about---I thought I m-made you wrong."
- >You raise up your hands to console her.
- >But you cannot lift them more than an inch.
- >They are bandaged flesh.
- >You cough.
- >More of the darkness leaves your lungs.
- "Why?"
- >"...I didn't finish reading the chapter. J-just the how-to section."
- >She frowns and looks around her cottage.
- >Dozens of small animals are looking at her strangely.
- >"N-nobody else can see you."
- >And then she smiles again.
- >"You're all mine."
- >And you feel cold and damp again.
- >"And s-since you c-can t-touch me."
- >You are but a figment of an imagination.
- >You exist on a whim and can die all the time.
- >"M-maybe...if y-you wanted to m-mister..we c-could d-do it."
- >You close your eyes.
- >But all you can see is her.
- >"...y-you should be a little thankful mister, I m-made you...and I l-let you stay."
- >And in your closed eyes and imagined mind you can see why she let you stay.
- >A thousand terrible scenarios.
- >Every time a loss on her part.
- >Scorned by humanity.
- >Forsaken by her peers.
- >Seen as weak, fragile, flawed.
- >And kind throughout it all, save for when this was replaced with the darkest emotion.
- >She wished for love.
- >Physical love.
- >And that's the only reason you're here.
- >Your entire existence, nothing more than a rag doll of consciousness.
- >Built for her gratification.
- >You plant a hand on the ground and lift your wounded frame.
- >Nude.
- >She's smiling at your genitals.
- >They're as she wished.
- >You think therefore you are.
- >Clothing, little more than a long surcoat.
- >She frowns.
- >"You...you're supposed to do what I say, m-mister."
- >She's speaking to you as though you are but a servitor to her whims.
- >You know what sort of future you have here.
- >And the only other alternative.
- >A bargain for mercy.
- "I...am not you. I am--"
- >She shakes her head, cutting you off.
- >"No, you're m-mine. M-made from m-my thoughts."
- "I am... conscious of myself. I am not just you."
- >She frowns.
- "As you are not just...meat."
- >You say it with a sickened tone.
- >She looks a little disgusted as well.
- >A route to pursue and consider if she lashes you.
- "This shall be a partnership, shall it not?"
- >She knocks her hooves together.
- >"...can y-you just s-stick a f-finger in my c-c-cooch?...please?"
- >You feel obliged.
- >She is your creator.
- >But you must define yourself in these moments.
- >Or else she can remake you to such purposes.
- "...I will be strong. I will be loyal. But you must see me as something beyond you."
- >She rolls her eyes.
- >"I c-can just close my eyes and y-you'll disappear."
- >There's something to her tone.
- >It's not a threat, nor is she sure of it.
- >She just wants to feel control.
- >You can relate.
- >"You r-really are nothing without me, mister...if that's uhm...okay with you."
- "You had to put me through great pain and risk for me to merely graze your hoof."
- >You let an unseen wind blow your hair and feel the breeze of the ocean.
- >She's smiling at you.
- >Like you're what she wants to be in this situation.
- >Like you're here little toy and she wants you to feel heroic right now.
- >"...okay Anonymous-tulpa. B-but we're going to be forcing a lot. And when you have a-any strength..."
- >You feel insignificantly small, perhaps because now you are.
- >She presents her glistening vagina at you.
- >"Y-you're going to fu-fuck Fluttershy."
- >You can see why others have reacted the way they have to her approach.
- >You reach out an arm and feel it fade into her like mist enveloping a rock.
- >Sadly, you cannot run.
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