Flutterbot Minis-Part 2

>Day Things are Getting Literal in Equestria

>You wake up to a fresh summer morning.

>Hopping out of bed, you wake up your beautiful robo-mare and begin routine SSS.

>Shit, Shower, Super Laser Razor.

>The techno dance number had to be removed due to budget cuts...

>You do the only sensible thing and blame Luna, great changes my ass.

>Heading downstairs, you grab a bowl and pour yourself some Applebloom Crunch.

>Twibright's cooking was unmatched, but sometimes you just wanted sugar and red dye number 45 in the morning.

>The sound of something smacking the door is shortly followed by the delighted sounds of plastic wheels skittering across the hallway.

>Taking another spoonful of cereal to your mouth, it reaches half way when you feel something nudging your leg.

>Looking down, you see Twibright pawing at you with the morning newspaper in her mouth, tail swishing back and forth energetically.

>Setting your spoon down, you take the paper from her and give her gentle pat of approval.

>She rubs her cheek affectionately on the palm of your hand like it were made of silk and dove feathers.

>With a light chuckle, you take a sip of coffee and open up the paper to the funnies.

>It sure felt good to be alive.

>Today's issue of "The Absurd and Laughable Trixie" was especially side splitting.

>You loved how some things never change.

>*Knock Knock Knock*

>You accidentally shred your paper straight down the middle.

God damn it I wasn't done with that!

>Being alerted by the sudden noise, Twibright immediately stands to attention.

>"I-Shall-Answer-The-Door-Master!"

>She excitedly does a 180 and begins trotting towards the door.

>You sigh and grab her tail, watching as she continues walking but unable to understand why she is not continuing forward.

No Twibright let me handle this, the sooner I get it done and over with the quicker I can get back to my usual routine.

>With an audible whiz, her neck twists around to face you like a creepy owl.

>"You-Are-Implying-That-Fluttershy-Is-Not-Already-Part-Of-Your-Usual-Morning-Routine."

>You silently stare at her, slightly taken aback.

>Did...did she just zing you?

>Well she had a point after all...

>With your free hand, you pinch the bridge between your eyes.

Listen I'll deal with it, why don't you go ahead and clean the rest of the dishes while I'm preoccupied.

>She lights up with delight at the prospect of a new task to fulfill.

>"Understood-Master. I-Shall-Complete-The-Objective-As-Efficently-As-Possible!"

>There was a few already piled up so it was going to take her a while.

 

>Heading to the door, you start practicing your war face.

No...not quite...yesssss that's the one.

>Settling on the face you think best suits the task of jittering Flutterbot's nuts and bolts, you swing open the door.

What is it today Fluttershy...

>You question is met with silence, other than the sound of those annoying disney-esque birds chirping from their newly created nest in the tree next to your house.

Swear to Celestia I'm gonna have Flutters buzz that thing down with a chainsaw...

>You look around cautiously, but she was no where to be found.

Oh hell that's never a good sign.

>Scanning the entire scenery for incoming booby traps your eyes fall down do your feet.

>There's a small brown package, probably no bigger than a pocket book, resting on your welcome mat.

>You do the logical thing and poke it with a stick to see if its a bomb.

>...Nothing.

>Against common sense, you take one more minute to check your surroundings before hastily grabbing the parcel and taking it inside to the safety of your home.

>You make sure to lock the door several times before making your way to the couch in the living room.

>Trying to inspect it for and nefarious schemes, you begin appraising it with the skills of a safe cracker.

>Feel it, Smell it, taste it.

>Seems legit...

>You bring it up to your ear and give it a good shake like it was a present on christmas eve.

>Only less exciting and more terrifying as the prize inside was possibly Rape™.

>You hear something bounce and clunk around on the inside.

>You place the box back down on your lap, there was definitely something in there.

>Pondering what it could be, the box suddenly begins to thrash and jump about violently.

>Oh fuck there's something alive in there!

>Jimmies are at maximum over-rustle captain!

>Tossing it in a panic, it flips around and lands on the opposite end of your couch.

>You watch as the box teeters back and forth, gracefully toppling over and landing on its side, popping open the lid.

Oh fuck me...

>You wait in terror as the mystery creature begins to crawl out.

>It's horrifying.

>It's stupefying.

>Its... an itty-bitty tiny Flutterbot?

>Yes, a miniature sized Flutterbot.

>A..."Flutterbot Mini", if you will.

>She crawls out of the brown cardboard package, stumbling back and forth, swaying in a jumbled mess of disorientation.

>Wait a tick...how the hell did she knock on the door if she was...

>...Forget it, it's Magic™

>It's always fucking Magic™

>Coming back to her senses, she climbs onto your lap and starts buzzing and chirping at you, trying to get your attention.

>But its too difficult to hear her with her newly found micro voice.

>You lift her off of your lap and bring her next to your ear.

>Her high pitched squeaky tone finally manages to reach you.

>"QUERY: dO yOu fInD mIcRo mAcHiNeS sUfFiCeNtLy aRrOuSiNg aNoNyMoUs?"

>For a brief moment your mind blanks as flashbacks hit you with their whiteout effect.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yDBvEo1s6A4

 

>Flutterbot's voice breaks you from your brain dead stupor.

>"QUERY: aRe yOu fUnCtIoNiNg aT oPtImAl cApAcItY aNoNyMoUs?"

>Regaining your senses, you wipe some drool that was making its way down your chin.

>Raising a finger you shush her and look over to check if Twibright has noticed anything.

>She was still in the kitchen, efficiently cleaning dishes with high frequency sound waves while humming a cheery tune.

>That flashback gave you a devious idea.

>Grinning mischievously, you turn your attention back to Minishy and whisper your devil's deal.

No Fluttershy, miniature robots are not my fetish, but I'll tell you something else.

>She looks up at you, tiny adorable question marks appear in her eye screens.

If you stay quiet, we can go play in my room for the rest of the day.

>She starts glowing like a Light-Bright when you mention the word "play".

>"ASSESSMENT: tHaT sOuNds mOsT rEaSoNaBlE aNoNyMoUs!"

>You stifle a laugh so Twibright doesn't hear.

>Oh god this was gonna be good.

 

>Discretely packing her back into the box, you quietly make your way to your room like an autistic ninja.

>Gently closing the bedroom door, you rush over to your desk and sweep all the papers off onto the floor.

>Setting the box down on the table, Flutterbot climbs out as you begin setting the scenery.

>Apparently, her tiny jet engines were too little to sustain flight now.

>"QUERY: wHaT mAnNeR oF pLaY iS tHiS?"

>You turn to her with a smile, a mixture of craziness and passion plastered across your face.

This my dear Fluttershy...

>With a thematic wave, you reveal your labor of love.

Is MY world!

>Lifting her up in the palm of your hand, you give her a panoramic view of your exact replica of Canterlot.

>Everything was there, down to the finest detail.

>From the snobby upper-class drinking lattes in the cafe, down to the homeless beggars sleeping under cardboard in the back alleys.

>It was all...perfect.

>Hopping down from your palm, Minishy begins wandering through the plastic streets.

>"STATEMENT: yOuR aTtEnTiOn tO dEtAiL iS qUiTe iMpReSsIvE."

>She cranes her head back and forth, assessing your craftsmanship.

>Eventually, she stops in her tracks and looks up at you.

>Kinda made you feel like a god from your perspective.

>"SUPPLEMENT: hOwEvEr i dO nOt uNdErStAnD hOw i mAy aSsIsT iN tHiS mAnNeR oF pLaY."

>You leer down at her in very disturbing manner, a toothy grin creeping across your face.

Oh...you'll see.

 

>...

All bow before your new mechanical overlord!

>A couple hours had passed already.

>You had set up an entire crowd of plastic p0nies underneath Canterlot castle.

>Minishy was standing on top of one of the castle's balconies dressed in fancy garb, addressing the "people".

>"STATEMENT: pRoStRaTe yOuRsElVeS bEfOrE yOuR nEw dEiTy!"

>Minishy was really getting into the roleplay aspect, you were almost convinced she somehow thought the plastic figures were actual sentient subjects.

>Grabbing one of the blue stallions, you start moving him around and speaking with a childish attempt at a ventriloquist voice out of the side of your mouth.

~You can't do this! Celestia will stop you and your reign of terror will be at an end!~

>"QUERY: yOu dArE sTaNd aGaInSt mE!?"

>You continue, trying to animate him a little more.

~Your iron hoofed tyranny will crumble under the might of our legendary heroes!~

>She started to shake, you could tell she was getting visibly infuriated.

>"STATMENT: hErOeS? HEROES!? aLlOw mE tO dEmOnStRaTe wHaT i tHiNk oF yOuR sO cAlLed hErOeS!"

>Minishy's eyes glow a furious red as she stands above the balcony's guard rails and unloads a barrage of missiles on the poor plastic figure.

>In reality, due to her current size all she was doing is launching plastic red and white rocket shaped B.B.s at him with a cheesy *tick tick tick* noise.

>They all end up bouncing off harmlessly.

>Stifling a laugh you decide to keep playing along.

~arrggghh she got me, somep0ny, anyp0ny, help...mehhhhh~

>You knock the knock the stallion over like a fallen chess piece, feigning death.

>You bring a mare over to grieve for him.

~Oh Celestia whyyyy!?!~

>You pick out another brown stallion.

~He was only two days to retirement you monster!~

>Minishy puffs out her chest in victory, attempting to strike fear into the hearts of your lifeless toys.

>"STATEMENT: tHiS iS wHaT sHaLl hApPeN tO tHoSe wHo aPpOsE mE aNd mY nEw rEgImE!"

>She strikes a dramatic pose and leers down at the crowd ominously.

>"QUERY: wHeRe iS yOuR cElEsTiAl gOd nOw mOrTaL bEiNgS?"

>She raises her arms to the air and starts cackling maniacally, it'd be fucking terrifying if she wasn't as adorable as a button right now.

~...~

>You start tilting each p0ny over until the whole crowd is on their knees.

>"STATEMENT: yEs, yEs! bOw dOwN bEfOrE yOuR nEw mEtAl lEaDeR!"

~All hail queen Fluttershy, our malevolent lord and savior!~

>You fake some fanfare along with some cheering.

>By the end of it both of you end up in a giggling fit.

Hahahaha oh Fluttershy, I never realized playing with you could be so-

>*Knock Knock Knock*

>Your eyes shrink to pin pricks as you hastily swivel your chair to face your bedroom door.

>Oh shit... if Twibright knows you've been secretly playing with Minishy behind her back she's gonna rip you a new one!

>"Master-Are-You-Doing-Alright-Today? You-Haven't-Left-Your-Bedroom-Since-Breakfast."

>Shit gotta play it cool.

Don't mind me Twibright, just continuing my various quirky hobbies, hahahaha you know how it is.

>"I-Heard-You-Conversing-Just-Now-Is-Somep0ny-Else-In-There-With-You?"

>Shit she's not buying it!

n-n-NOPE, just talking to myself! Yeah you know how crazy I get sometimes hehehehe...

>You hear some weird mechanical sounds come from her as she idles on the other side of your door.

>"...I-Am-Coming-Inside-Master"

>FUCK!

>Panicking, you throw a bed sheet over your desk (much to Minishy's distaste) and answer in a creepy voice that resembles Egor from old Frankenstein movies.

I'm fine! Nothing to worry about!

>She opens your door, frowning at you as she steps inside.

>"You-Do-Not-Sound-Fine-Sir."

>Stepping closer, her eyes flash green as she gives you a quick scan.

>"And-Your-Heartrate-Is-Increasing-At-An-Alarming-Rate!"

>You struggle to keep up your shoddy poker face when Flutterbot begins to fight against the sheets.

>You mutter under your breath.

Be quiet you.

>"Master...Are-You-Conversing-With-Your-Figurines-Again?"

>God damn it...

N-n-no, don't be stupid Twibright.

>You look away nervously as she comes in for a closer inspection.

>"Please-Do-Not-Tell-Me-You-Have-Fallen-Love-Struck-For-Another-One-Of-Your-Models-Again..."

>You scowl, mildly irritated.

Oh come ON! I told you that was a ONE-TIME-THING!

>Seriously, you go mildly insane just ONE TIME and you never hear the end of it.

>As you turn around to voice your complaints you're struck with the realization that her head is now buried underneath your pathetic attempt to conceal your shame.

>You bite your nails and wordlessly watch as she begins searching around your diorama.

>Finally, she starts moving her head towards the castle balcony.

No wait!

>Then there was silence, her body wasn't moving and all you can do is watch with nervous tension so thick it would take diamonds to cut it.

>And then suddenly, her body jerks and the sheets start thrashing about!

>Gears churning, metal clacking, sparks zapping, speakers *beep*ing.

>Wrenching her head out from underneath, she glares at you furiously as she presents her new found "catch" between her teeth.

>Flutterbot is hanging there, kicking her legs out and attempting to run with no where to go.

>"And-What-Exactly-Is-This!?!"

>Her fiber optic hair twangs comically out of place as she looks at you, her scratched up face looking at you like a mother that found her son's porn collection.

>You try nervously to laugh it off casually, failing miserably.

>"Care-To-Explain-Master?"

>It was kinda funny how she was holding her up by the scruff of her neck like a baby kitten.

>At least it would be, if that kitten wasn't rapidly firing swears like a rabid chipmunk.

>Taking a moment to ponder your options, you decide to do the most logical solution.

>Flying to the floor, you get on your knees and start begging for mercy.

I'm sososososo sorry Twibright, I couldn't resist the allure of her tiny metal charms.

>Even you realize how ridiculous that sentence sounds.

>Mustering your best sad face, you look back up at her.

Can you forgive me?

>She levitates Flutterbot up into the air and begins pondering what her answer shall be.

>"Hmmm..."

>She rubs a hoof against her chin, deciding your fate.

>The suspense feels like an assassin slowly wrapping a garrote around your throat.

>Finally making up her mind, her eyes glow a flaming red.

>She starts to fume and glares down at you as you try to shrink away.

>"...Alright! You-Are-Forgiven!"

>Flashing a cheeky smile her eyes revert to their normal amethyst.

R-really?

>You can't help but question a good thing.

>"On-One-Condition!"

>You stare at her confused, unable to imagine what kind of punishment she has in store.

>"You-Must-Take-Me-On-A-Date-This-Weekend-To-Make-It-Up-To-Me."

>You begin to sigh with relief, there was so many different horrors going through your mind you kind of terrify yourself for having thought of them.

>"A-REAL-Date-This-Time! Grocery-Shopping-Is-Not-A-Mare's-Idea-Of-Romance!"

>...Ok so you tricked her into carrying vegetables last week, she really needs to stop living in the past.

Alright, alright I understand. I swear unto you m'lady, I shall show thee' the time of thy life.

>You both begin to blush furiously at the cheesiness of that line.

>The mood is (for better or worse) ruined by a certain forgotten someone.

>Minishy is thrashing about while shouting out what is probably curses in binary.

>She struggles futilely against the purple electro-magnetic waves holding her in the air.

>Twibright and you finally notice the little war machine and stare back her.

>"COMMAND: rElEaSe mE yOu gIgAnTiC oVeRgRoWn fAx mAcHiNe!"

>Not taking that insult lightly, she brings her down to her eye level and begins to scowl at the yellow menace with her full attention.

>Flutterbot squeaks in terror, she'd probably wet herself if she could.

>"SUPPLEMENT: ...i-i-iF yOu dO nOt mInD tHaT iS *beep*."

>You watch as Twibright's face turns into that of an evil mad scientist's grin.

>Fuck that's so hot when she does that.

>A familiar lavender aura surrounds one of Flutterbot's hind legs.

>She begins to thrash in understandable panic.

>"SUGGESTION: WAITWAITWAITWECANTALKABOUTTH-"

>Her tiny chipmunk voice shrieks in what can only be binary code as Twibright begins to pluck her limbs off one by one.

>Kinda reminds you of those kids that would rip the wings off of dragonflies back in the day.

>The inner sadist inside you is getting oddly aroused.

>By the time it was over, she was just a clump of metal and plastic separated into roughly 14 different interchangeable pieces.

>Mesmerized by the scene, you follow Twibright through the house as she levitates the pile of bits that was Minishy down the stairs and out the door.

>You can still barely hear her tiny head shouting random curses and expletives at the both of you.

>Stepping next to your garden, Twibright flips open your trusty recycle bin's lid.

>With a creepy chuckle, you watch as Twibright drops the newly transformed scrap metal inside.

>Sticking her head curiously inside the plastic bin for a moment, she pulls out and gives you your favorite faithful servant smile.

>Warms you up every single time.

>"My-Apologies-Master."

>She slams the container closed and dusts off her front hooves.

>"But-It-Seems-There-Was-..."

>She pauses dramatically, levitating a pair of sunglasses from your pocket onto her face.

>"...-Some-Assembly-Required"

>A soundtrack plays from her speakers.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6YMPAH67f4o

 

>Dear Princess Celestia.

>Today was pretty fucking awesome.