Your fault.

>You've been married to Pinkie Pie for ten years.

>The weather ponies have scheduled a rough downpour for this evening, and have begun moving dark clouds into position.

>You and Pinkie Pie are pruning loose tree branches to help prevent damage to the town.

"Hey Anon! Check it out!"

>Pinkie Pie holds a twig with leaves on both ends just atop her upper lip, as though it were a mustache.

>Laughing, you continue your work.

>Suddenly, thunder booms across the sky. The sound is accompanied by strong gusts of wind.

"Uh-oh, Anon! They must have started a little early!"

>Rain begins pouring down as you and Pinkie begin to quickly walk home.

>Looking around, you notice that everyone is in their homes; nobody else is outside.

>Suddenly there is a blinding flash and a deafening roar as lightning strikes the tree right next to the pair of you!

>Cracking fills your ears as the tree quickly falls towards you. Pinkie screams as you try to jump out of the way.

>You land on your stomach. The tree's cracking stops and you realize you made it out unharmed.

"Anon, help!"

>Leaping to your feet, you turn to face Pinkie Pie.

>The tree has landed on her, trapping her underneath its thick trunk.

>For the first time, you see fear in Pinkie Pie's eyes.

"I'll save you, Pinkie!"

>Positioning yourself over the cotton candy pony, you reach under the tree. It's difficult to grip.

"Anon." Pinkie's voice is weaker this time. "Please."

>You struggle against the tree, trying your hardest to lift it.

 

 

 

 

 

>Veins show on your neck as you let out let out an instinctual growl.

>Try as you might, the tree does not move.

>Looking down, you see tears dripping from Pinkie's eyes.

>Blood soils the ground around her.

>Her breathing has grown weak and erratic.

"Anon... I love you."

>You wrap your arms around her as well as you can, knowing your time is short.

"Pinkie! I can't lift it!"

"It's okay, Anon... I know you tried."

>Pinkie spends her final seconds in your embrace, with you crying into her hair.

 

>Years pass.

>The other ponies don't blame you.

>They try to support you and comfort you.

>You still feel pain.

>You still feel guilt.

>Your back still bothers you, bringing up the memory of your failure each time.

>It was all your fault.

[spoiler]>All because you didn't train deadlifts.

 

Greetings from /fit/.[/spoiler]

 

 

 

 

 

Criticism from anonymous:

>"Hey Anon! Check it out!"

>I personally would think Pinkie Pie would draw attention to something if it was huge (ie: puts on a G3 face), and would rather just do it if it was something small.

>Those two sentences should have gone more like this:

>You look up at Pinkie only to smile

>She wears a miniature shrubbery on as a full on beard and pike helmet.

>She twists her arm, going "Vroom, vroom. I'm bad to the bone, Anon."

>Then she leaps up onto a bicycle that came out of nowhere, driving circles around you.

 

>Therefore, it avoids that overused mustache joke. I find some people take jokes from the show as a lazier way of doing humor while conforming to the pony's personality. Try to do a different take like the one above.

 

>Nice ending /fit/ Anon. I thought it would suck because of poorly done feels, but that spoiler really set it off for me.