Doubleshy part 1

>Today is the day, your one and only day of the week where you can achieve true happiness.

>Your day off.

>Working for that crazy apple horse everyday really takes it out of you.

>Who knew that being her employee would be like selling your soul to Satan.

>You get up out of bed full of energy, excited for some relaxation.

>A sharp pain courses through your feet.

“Fuck!”

>Looking down you see that you slammed your foot into the side of your bed post.

>Glancing at the floor next to the bed post, you find markings showing that your bed has been moved slightly to the right.

>You don't remember seeing those mark last night,But you were also extremely tired from working for that slave driver, perhaps you just didn't notice.

>Continuing your average routine, you make your way to bathroom, sit on your throne, and immediately soil it.

>You get up and flush, but nothing happens.

>After pushing the toilet handle down repetitively, you give up and decide that you'll fix it later.

>The shower is the most relaxing part of your day.

>It gives you time to think and really appreciate where your life is at the moment.

>You jump in, close the shower curtains, and turn on the water.

>While you were cleansing you end up thinking about your bitch of a boss.

>Applejack is not that bad actually,  she was the only one to offer you a job and the work isn't as bad as you make it out to be.

>Suddenly you get feel a huge jolt to the back of your head, you turn around and see that your shower head has flung off.

>Weird shit keeps happening, should probably make get this house checked out.

>You finish your shower, and jump out to see the most horrendous thing you have ever lay your eyes upon.

>Massive amounts of shit was spewing out of your toilet, completely covering your bathroom with your old fecal matter.

 

>You quickly close the shower curtains and wait until the Shitpocalypse was over.

>It looks like your bathroom was hit with a shit nuke.

>You feel sick as you wade through the shit using the shower curtain to protect your feet.

>Once you make it to the door and jump out of it, you get a robe from your bedroom.

>You are not going to let that ruin your day off, you'll just spend  a bit of it cleaning the bathroom is all, but first you need a cup of coffee.

>Once you head downstairs and to your kitchen, you check your coffee maker for any defects.

>Can never be too safe.

>The coffee maker gets your patented seal of approval and you begin to brewing.

>Coffee in the morning always helped relieve you of stress.

>Never understood why, perhaps it was the magnificent aroma or that great taste of hazelnuts,Or it could be the large amounts of caffeine coursing through your body.

>Whatever it was, it completed you, made you be able to take on whatever the day threw at you.

>You hear a familiar “Ding” sound prompting you to grab your favorite mug and quickly pour yourself a glass.

>That wonderful scent enters your nostrils and in that moment you know that your day off will be perfect.

> A few mishaps can't ruin what you have today.

>You place the mug against your lips and tip it letting the caffeine filled goodness enter your body.

>Or so you thought as you got incredibly hot coffee all over your bare chest.

“FUCK!”

>You grab a towel off your counter and get most of it off your skin.

>Lucky you didn't get any burns.

>You inspect your mug closely and find a small hole has been cut into it.

“Are you fucking Serious! That old ass trick!”

>That's it, fucking done, day ruined.

 

>While stewing in your anger and sadness, someone knocks on your door.

>Only one person comes over this early.

>Wait a minute, no she couldn't have.

>You rush to the door and open it angrily.

>There stands the yellow menace herself, a huge grin and hooves out as if she was expecting a hug.

>”Are small mishaps your fetish?”

>You stand there shocked, but you are soon filled with rage and your target was the small pony in front of you.

>You grab Fluttershy and bring her to your eye level.

>She makes a big smile.

“Fluttershy are you saying you caused all that shit to happen?”

>”YES!”

>She closes her eyes expecting a kiss.

>This fucking bitch.

>It's every fucking day with this shit.

>She makes my life a living hell, always finding new ways to ruin everything.

>Can't you have just one normal morning?

>These thoughts cause you to increase you grip on Fluttershy, startling her.

>She opens her eyes and immediately becomes frightened.

>”Anon, What's wrong?

“You want to know whats wrong with me, Fluttershy? What's wrong with me is that you are in my life.”

>”W-what?”

“You heard me Fluttershy. You are whats wrong in my life.

>You begin to get louder, and Fluttershy starts to show that she's scared.

>Every fucking day I have to deal with your fucking crazy fetish bullshit! Every fucking day I have to make sure I  don't hurt your feeling! Well I'm fucking done!”

>”Anon' your scarei-”

>”I don't give a fuck! I don't like you and I never will, Its hard for me to even stand your presence!”

>She begins to cry once you reveal your distaste for her.

>You put her down and she just stands there crying.

“Sometimes I wish you would just disappear.”

>You slam the door in her face, and you can see her run away from your house after looking outside the window.

>You let out a sigh of relief.

>Good riddance.

>Might as well clean that shit infestation she caused upstairs.

 

>You never thought Anon could be so cruel.

>It's your fault though.

>You are always bringing him down.

“Sometimes I wish you would just disappear.”

>Those words haunt you as you lay on your couch, crying into a pillow.

>Angel is trying to comfort you, but you still can't get yourself to cheer up.

“Angel, I really messed up this time, Anon wants me to disappear and its all my fault.”

>What if you really are a nuisance? You don't have many friends and the ones you have don't seem to value your presence much.

>What if they just tolerate you or let you hang around with them because they pity you?

>You think more and more,  recalling tons of times where if you weren't there things may have been better.

>You get up lightly pushing angel aside, get a mirror out of the closet, and lean it against the wall.

>Staring at your depressed self, you start to wish that you would disappear as well.

“You sure are pathetic aren't you Fluttershy?” you say to yourself  looking directly into your tear filled eyes.”

>You can't even show how you feel to the man you love correctly.

“Maybe you do need to disappear.”

>You quickly fly up to your room and grab a mane styling kit you got from Rarity.

>Rarity probably gave you this exactly for this moment.

 

>You bring the kit back downstairs and stand in front of the mirror.

>Fluttershy, you need to be more assertive.

>Rarity was always so judging, always telling you to change yourself.

“I'm doing it now Rarity.” you whisper to yourself

>You take a random dye out the kit and start treating you mane and tail.

>Thoughts of your friends flow into your head as you  wait for your mane to be done.

>Rainbow always said you were a pushover.

>That's why you two never hung out a lot.

>She would never want to hang out with a “pushover” like you.

>Pinkie Pie wanted me to get out more.

>You wonder if she liked your presence at her parties

>Probably not, you must have been a killjoy for her.

>Why does she even invite you?

>Applejack wants you to speak up more, always pushing you to talk to other stallions.

>Nopony ever likes a quiet one anyway?

>Why does she even bother?

>An hour has passed with you just stewing in your realizations.

>You mane and tail is done and you walk back to the mirror.

“Turquoise blue huh? I didn't realize what color I picked. Angel, does this look Okay?!”

>You turn to the couch and find a sleeping Angel.

>You'll just ask him later.

>Your mane is completely straight covering both sides oh your head as well as a little bit of your forehead.

>Grabbing a curling iron from the kit, you start to make little curls in your mane.

>It looks a little messy, but oddly charming.

>You keep your tail puffy rather then Straightening it like you usually do.

>Nopony would be able to tell it was you.

>Except your cutie mark is giving you away.

>You look in your closet  and looking through your collection of casual clothes.

>You find a dress with a skirt that covers your flank, effectively hiding your cutie mark.

>You go back to the mirror and stare at yourself.

 

>Why did you even do this?

>Your still you, you're still the pony nopony wants.

>Or are you?

>Maybe you can become somepony else for awhile.

>Somepony that other ponies would want to be around, somepony that asserts herself and doesn't get pushed around.

>Somepony Anon would love.

>You practice some facial expressions in front of the mirror, trying to gain a look very different to you usual one.

>Glaring at yourself actual scares you a bit, your eyes completely lack the gentleness you normally show, it was replaced with something slightly intimidating, but not too unfriendly.

>A look of extreme confidence,something completely unlike you.

>It actually feels pretty good seeing yourself like this.

>Next,you try to change your voice a bit.

>Knowing how to singing comes in handy when trying to manipulate your voice.

>You don't get very far, but your voice has much more presence, its louder and more confident sounding.

>It feels amazing, like you're actually becoming somepony else for a little while.

>Suddenly feel something hit your hoof.

>Angel is kicking you wearing an angry face.

“Angel its me, Fluttershy.”

>He looks completely shocked and falls to the floor, its like somepony took his soul.

>He must be worried about you.

>”Aww Angel don't worry about me. I'm not going anywhere.”

>He gets back up and kicks you again and starts pointing to the clock.

>It's lunch time.

”Oh! you're hungry, I'll make you something in a bit, okay Angel.”

>Just as you say that, you hear a knock at the door.

“I wonder who that could be?”

>You go and open the door, completely forgetting your change of appearance.

 

>Finally you finished cleaning the bathroom.

>You were surprised by how much you can learn about your diet by cleaning massive amounts of your shit.

>Should stop eating so much corn.

>Cleaning also gave you a lot of time to think.

>You were way to hard on Fluttershy.

>She didn't deserve any of that shit you said to her.

>How could you have been so stupid.

>She is really sensitive and you said some pretty hurtful stuff to her.

>It's not like her visits are all bad, in fact once the fetish shit was over, you both usually hang out for a bit..

>Her company wasn't bad at all.

>You sigh as you leave the bathroom.

>Your going to have to visit her and apologize for what you said.

>A horrible smell enters your nostrils.

>What the fuck is that disgusting smell?

>You smell around for the source and find it.

>Fuck.

>Should probably take a shower first.

>Who knew cleaning shit for a while could make you smell like shit.

>You walk back into the bathroom and jump into the shower.

>Thoughts of Fluttershy fill your mind.

>Hopefully she's alright.