- >Day the D in Equestria
- >It’s mid afternoon, and for whatever reason, you’re worried about Fluttershy
- >She’s NEVER been late to guess your fetish
- >You’ve just accepted her for it, since it never goes beyond that
- >Never
- >Not once. Not even that one time whe-
- “SHUT IT”
- >Sorry. Anywho, you were concerned, when finally
- *knock* *knock*
- >You let out a contented sigh of relief and open the door to..
- “Big Mac? “
- >This was pretty much the last thing you ever expected. He had some sort of box with him.
- >And some sort of……long, grey mustache.
- >And since when did he wear glasses?
- >”Diabetus to ya Anon”
- “…Huh?.....”
- >”We heard ya had been havin’ some tough times dealin’ wit Fluttershy, bein’ the only one of yer kind can’t be easy.”
- >Actually it wasn’t all that tough anymore. Still, what the actual fuck was going on here?
- >”Luckily ya don’t have to go it alone, and Ponyville Mutual is here to help.”
- >”Ya see we’re gonna give ya this box.”
- “What’s in the box?”
- >He stares, not even blinking.
- “What’s in the booooooooxxxx? WHAT’S IN THE FUCKING BOX???”
- >’Woah dude calm down and just open it.’
- >Your brain makes valid point.
- >You open it. It’s just a big yellow mass of fur. You stare at this. Suddenly it speaks
- >”mmph mppph pht mphetish?”
- “IS THIS FLUTTERSHY? HOW?”
- >”Well she lost all bone density and her cells shrunk on account of the diabetus, with a capital ‘D’.”
- >You’re no doctor, but no. That isn’t even remotely anything.
- >”Ya know what else starts with a capital ‘D’? Discord. And ya ever wonder why he is so bent on chaos? “
- “He’s a loon?”
- >”Yes, on account of the DIABETUS.”
- >Makes sense.
- >Oh right, no it doesn’t.
- >Whatever the hell was going on here, all you could say was
- >Fucking Diabetus…..err FLUTTERSHY.