Oreos and Fetishshy

>Wake up to another beautiful day.

>Turn to an upright sitting position and yawn while stretching out your arms.

>The sun is shining brightly through your curtains, bathing your room with a brilliant yellow hue.

>You feel that today was going to be a great day.

>Ever since you came to Equestria, you were greeted with nothing but kindness.

>However, regardless of all the good friends, and good things that have happened to you.

>Only one thing can cast a shadow on them all.

>Oreos, the most prized possession and joy from Earth.

>You were at the local supermarket on Earth when you somehow got zapped over to Ponyville by Twilight Sparkle.

>And thank fucking whatever entity decided to smile at you that day, brought down the whole shelf of Oreos.

>It’s a good thing that Ponyville has cows, because no Oreos are complete without milk.

 

>Get dress and open up the curtains to see Fluttershy just outside your window.

>She’s smiling brightly

>You sigh, todays going to be another one of those days.

“Fluttershy, I told you many times to stop guessing my fetish….”

>Fluttershy’s smile dims down to a sad expression and looks down towards the ground.

>”Well… I thought that today I could guess it right….”

>You throw the curtains back closed and walk downstairs grumbling.

 

>You walk over to the cabinet, grab a box of Oreos and set them down on the table, then grab a cup and pour milk and sit down.

>Devouring the succulent cookies, you can’t think of how this day can get better.

>Soaking the Oreos in milk, softening the chocolaty outside lair then eating them

>If Fluttershy guessed that Oreos were your fetish, she would be right.

>That’s when you hear banging on the door.

“UGH Enough Fluttershy!”

>Get up and open the door to see the yellow Pegasus scuffing her hoof along the door mat.

>Cross your arms and glare at Fluttershy.

“What is it this time?”

>Fluttershy starts shaking with the amount of nervous stress she is carrying, gulps down and speaks in a very low voice.

>”Is….. is….. *quiet mumbling* your…. Fetish?”

“I didn’t hear a word you said Fluttershy.”

>She gulps again.

>”Is…. Are wild birds stealing your Oreos your fetish?”

>Wait…. What.

 

>NO.

>Turn around and see a whole fucking flock of birds stealing your Oreos with a fish net, all holding a side and flying out the window with your precious Oreos.

>You run to the window screaming, as you watch the birds fly away towards the horizon with your Oreos.

>Rage, you can feel the rage inside yourself increase, as if it was like a PSI gauge about ready to blow a gasket.

>Fluttershy made those fucking birds take your Oreos.

>Your god damned OREOS!

>You have nothing to live for.

>Looking towards the sky you shake your fist and scream with the force of Dovakiin.

 

>You angrily turn towards Fluttershy, malice and pure rage in your eyes.

>She yelps and hides her face behind her mane.

>”W….Well is it?”

>You storm towards her, grab her by the mane, spin her around and let go, throwing her off towards the horizon while she screams.

>You sit down at your table and begin to sob, seeing a bunch of bird shit all over the table.

>Today is now a bad day, as it begins to rain and lightning clashes.

>Fuck you Rainbow Dash.

 

>Days later. Be shut up in your shed.

>Grow a beard, smell like ass.

>Haven’t eaten for days.

>All because of Fluttershy’s fetish guessing.

“It’s all her fault….”

>You repeat that phrase over and over again.

>Haven’t eaten for days, stuck in a fetal position rocking back n’ forth sucking your thumb.

>Withdrawals suck.

>Especially from Oreos.

 

>A knock on your door.

>Ignore it.

>”um…. Anon? I am very sorry….. I just have something to show you….”

>It’s Fluttershy.

>Ignore.

>”I am very sorry about your Oreos….. Hopefully I can fix it.”

“You can’t fix anything Fluttershy.”

>Voice is hoarse, it hurts to speak.

>Only thing that is keeping you alive is drinking your tears.

>It doesn’t taste good.

 

>Fluttershy knocks again.

>”Well… I guess I can’t show you what my new guess is of what your fetish is Anon….. I am absolutely sure that this IS your fetish.”

>As soon as you heard Fetish, a gasket blows.

>It’s time to kill a bitch and shove her head on a stake and plant it outside your house.

>Push yourself off the ground, scream with rage and yank the door open.

>look down to see Fluttershy hiding behind her face beneath her mane again, but she’s wearing an Oreo.

>She is a fucking Oreo.

>It was probably made by Rarity.

>fucking cunt.

 

>In your delirious state, you don’t see Fluttershy anymore, you just see the Oreo.

>The Oreo is calling out to you.

>”Eat me, eat me.”

>Fuck it, it’s an Oreo, you haven’t eaten for days.

>Start devouring the Oreo.

>Blood and fabric being torn everywhere.

>There was screaming for the first five minutes, but you didn’t care.

>You were eating a mother fucking Oreo.

>Until you choke on a needle stuck in the border of what looked like to be the cream part of the Oreo being connected to the cookie.

>Today was a bad day.