Title:           Fatal Fluttershy Part 2
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Wednesday 7th of November 2012 12:18:50 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 7th of November 2012 12:18:50 AM CDT

>You open the door and set your stuff down.
>Grabbing the letter and unfolding the thin paper, you read the scribbled down note: “Dear Anon, I just wanted to say thank you for coming by to say hello. I hope you’re feeling better. Please enjoy the gift basket.”
>Fluttershy is pretty concerned about your wellbeing...
>You glance over to the basket which was still sitting there on the floor. You grab it and place it on the kitchen cupboard.
Should I just re-gift this?
>You remove the apple pie off the top and place it in the fridge, and looking through the basket you sort through the various bottles.
>What does pony perfume smell like anyway? You sniff each bottle of lotion, scents and bath salts. It was... very aromatic, almost stimulating.
>You look at each of the labels and something stuck out that they all shared in common. It mentioned the words exotic, pheromones and heart’s desire.
>Exotic scents? The lotions you understand, but perfume? Was Fluttershy setting you up to be anally devastated by a stallion?
>Looking further through the basket you pulled out a box of chocolates, nothing out of the ordinary, or so it seems.
>Unpacking the box, there was another box inside. It was a bright red heart shaped box with the words ‘Lover’s Delight’ slapped right on the front.
>The fuck.
>I’m guessing Fluttershy is saying something at this point. You open the lid and check the chocolates, inside was a manufacturers label spouting bullshit about eating the chocolates to ‘excite’ and ‘arouse’ the senses.
>Closing the lid, you set the chocolates, perfume and lotions aside. Last thing the basket had was some photos that she mentioned. Also a small lock of her hair.
>Nothing of particular interest with the hair, just a small clipping of her pink mane.
>They were all kept in a small envelope at the bottom of the basket. You retrieve the letter and found several photos inside.
>The first few showed Fluttershy tending to her animals. How cute...
>As you went through them, a disturbing trend followed. Fluttershy was posed on places like a couch, kitchen table or bathtub in exotic positions.
>Okay, this is where the red flag in your head goes up.
>Yet you’re compelled to see to what length Fluttershy went to.
>The last few photos showed her wearing socks and or stockings, staring at the camera with lust in her eyes.
>Was she just fucking around with you, or does she really have an interest in you.
>Knowing someone like Fluttershy, it wasn’t likely a lie or a cruel joke.
Do I talk to her or...
>You spoke quietly to yourself looking at the questionable photos. You were just going to have to be a gentlemen and tell her like it is.
>You quickly put away the remaining gift before you head out to see Fluttershy.
>Just as you reached to grab the door handle, there is a knock.
>You pause for a moment, but answered it right away. It was Fluttershy.
>Good, that saves you the trip.
>Fluttershy greets you with her usual cheery demeanor, “Anon! So glad you’re home, I just wanted to check up on you and see if you had a chance to look through the gift basket.”
Yeah, about that. Would you mind explaining yourself?
>You bring forward the photos of her posing in an explicit matter. She blushes with a smile, “Oh, those are for you Anon.”
>You mentally face palm yourself, but you reacted calmly still.
I figured that much, but why .... this way?
>”Anon, I just wanted to give you a welcoming gift.” She winks at you.
Do you hand out nudes of yourself to everyone that leaves the hospital and is trying to recover from a traumatic experience?
>She blinks at you with her clueless expression, but she manages to process it, “Nudes? That’s so naughty! I would never do that... unless you wanted some...”
>Creepy Town, population: her.
>You chuckle at first; she’s just being too cute right now.
Fluttershy, the other gifts were nice. I don’t wear perfume, but thank you for the thought. It’s that these are extremely inappropriate. I don’t want them.
>You hold them out for her to take, but she doesn’t. “Oh, just keep them. You never know when they’ll come in handy.”
What are getting at?
>”Oh, you know. Maybe when you’re alone at night and you start thinking of me. You might need something to help with your... fantasizing.”
>OK, no more Mr. Nice Anon. You wanted to throw the photos in her face and slam the door.
>You just had to be a nice person. Getting down on one knee you look her straight in the eyes
Fluttershy...
>”Yes Anon?”
I know what you’re getting at, and before you start becoming emotionally invested I will say no.
>She looks lost for words, “B-but why?” Her big doe eyes look up at you.
It’s not you Fluttershy.
>That was a lie.
It’s just that.... I’m a human. Do you understand?
>You prayed that would satisfy her, but she could only respond with tears in her eyes, “I... I don’t know”
Well, there’s gotta be some nice stallions around here you’ve been looking at; or perhaps have been looking at you?
>You give her a little wink wink and a nudge nudge.
>She shakes her head, “I think you’re much more interesting than any old stallion, Anon. I just can’t bear the thought of you being all alone.”
Well, I’ve met you and the others. So I’m not alone anymore. Looks like the power of friendship has won again.
>You’re trying to wrap this up and get her to leave, but she doesn’t seem ready to go. “How about we do something fun? Like uh....”
>You hated to say this, but you had no choice.
Hunt animals? I also like to fish. Nothing better than the meat of tasty critters.
>That should scare her.
>Her blue eyes seem to shrink as she gazed upon, a terrible bipedal flesh eating monster that hunts for fun.
>Truth be told, you never hunted game before. Mostly fishing and that’s it.
>She appears to be trembling as she takes a few steps back, “Oh Anon.. I... oh... I...” and just like that, she flies away quicker than you’ve seen before.
>You didn’t want her to hate you, but if you did something that was opposite to what she does then she’ll have no interest in you.
>Chopping up her behaviour as having a crush, you weren’t really good at putting down gently. Maybe Twilight can help if Fluttershy persists.
>You rip up the photos of her and toss them in the garbage bin outside your house.
>The next few days consisted of you hanging out with Twilight and her friends.
>Not Fluttershy however.
>You didn’t want to bother her, and she did not see you ever since you claimed your liking to hunt small animals.
>It was probably for the better. She gave you this... indescribably uneasy feeling.
>AJ, Rainbow Dash and Rarity were easy to get along with.
>Twilight was there to help you out at a moment’s notice, but Pinkie Pie... she was something different.
 >You found yourself enjoying her company the most. Her energy, happy-go-lucky attitude, the bounce in her step.
>The way she radiated happiness and wanted to spread that to others. Selfless, funny, always smiling, and making you feel happy but more profoundly than even Twilight could accomplish.
>You felt... complete.
>As you went to bed one night, this confused you greatly. Was seeking a relationship with a pony.... normal?
>Would she say no? Would it even work out?
>This troubling thought reminded you of what Lyra did to you that night...
>You quickly push those thoughts aside; you had to get some sleep.
>The next thing you remember is the sensation of having your hands bound to the bed posts.
>As you lay there strung across the bad naked, there stood Lyra.
>You pulled as hard as you could, but you were powerless. Weak and fragile as the day she violated you, you could only watch in horror as she had her way with you.
>Reliving that moment, every sensation and how she ultimately took away your trust, it was all coming back.
>Another night terror has come and gone.
>Turning on the lamp quickly, you grab some of your medication and pop another pill.
>It took a few minutes, but you eventually calm down. You wanted to rip your brain out and command it to stop doing this to you.
>But you thought of Pinkie, and something seemed to make sense.
>You had to go see her in the morning.
>Fortunately you were able to sleep the remaining time before you woke up at your usual time.
>You got up, ate, exercise and showered before you left the house.
>As you open the door, you noticed a package on your front step. It was small and wrapped in newspaper, no box.
>There was a note attached, it was from Fluttershy.
>You hope this wasn’t an angry package from her, you thought as you brought into the kitchen.
>There was an odd smell emanating from it.
>Reading the note, it says: Dear Anon, please accept this and nourish your body. There’s more where this came from if you want. Love, Fluttershy.
>Food? Why wrap it up and leave it on the front step?
>You unfold the paper as the smell starts to become stronger; it was actually becoming more rancid.
>Almost smelled like fish that’s been sitting out for a while.
>The final layers of paper were soaked in something slimly and stained the paper red.
>As the final layer was peeled you were greeted by the skinned carcass of two dead rabbits lying side by side.
Jesus Christ....
>The smell fills your nostrils. You quickly wrap it up in the package and take it out to the trash.
>You look around, seeing if anyone was nearby. Not just anyone, Fluttershy.
>No one in sight.
>You figure Fluttershy made good on your lie and decided to appease you.
>She killed an animal, just for you.
>Either that’s dedication or she’s really messed up.
>You’ll have to visit Fluttershy and deal with her after you see Pinkie.
>You clean up and as you left the house you noticed how gray and cloudy it was today. It was oddly quiet, not even the usual bird songs filled the air.
>Hurrying down the path through a lightly wooded area, you hope that Pinkie was at home today.
>You hear a twig snap and you stop for a second.
>Looking around, there was nothing to be seen aside from trees and the path that lay behind and before you.
>As you turned to keep moving forward, you were greeted by Fluttershy who was hovering right at eye level.
FUCKINGCHRIST!
>You stumbled backwards almost falling over, and you’re pretty sure your heart popped. Fluttershy lowers herself to the ground and walks up to you.
>She looks stressed, almost as if she hasn’t slept for a few days. “Hello Anon, did you get my gift?” She keeps her eyes trained on you the whole time.
Oh, you mean the uh-
>”The rabbits?” she smiled “I wasn’t sure if one was enough so I thought two would be nice. Did you eat them, Anon? A growing boy like you needs to eat and be healthy.” She nervously chuckles.
You didn’t have to get me anything, really...
>”Did you eat them or not?!” she spoke up.
>Time to weasel your way out of this.
Not yet, they’ll be my supper. Thanks Fluttershy.
>You quickly started to walk past by her but she flies right next to you, “Where are you heading to in such a hurry?” she asked
Got some errands to do, can’t talk, bye!
>She stopped in mid-flight as she watches you walk out of sight. You quickly glance back to see her flying in the other direction with her head hanging low.
>Thank God she’s gullible.
>As you approached Pinkie’s house, you could see the familiar pink pony rolling around on her front yard and apparently having fun.
>You walk up to her and she quickly hops up with a spring in her step, “Hi!” she greets you.
Hey Pinkie, got the day off I see?
>She nods her head, “What brings you here Anon?” she smiles at you. God damn that smile is contagious;  you couldn’t help but grin yourself.
>Scratching the back of your head, you realize that you don’t know wholly why either. Pinkie grins at you, “Are you keeping a secret from me, Anon?” she giggles.
>She assumes her pounce stance.
>You start to back away, “Woah, Pinkie. I don’t keep secrets from you!”
>This was her thing, she liked to rough house since you had the energy to keep up with her. Her tail shakes from side to side, like a dog ready to hunt.
Crap...
>You take off, jogging as quickly as you could. Your left ankle still couldn’t bend that much.
>Pinkie hops and skips after you, staying just behind you, “I’m gonna tickle you!”
>Oh God no.
Nonononono!
>You laugh while desperately plea to her, but she finally tackles you to the ground.
>Fumbling to the ground, she giggles and laughs while tickling you. You respond by tickling her.
>Rolling over each other, you both stop to catch your breath only for her to wind up on top of you.
>Looking at each other with smiles while gasping for air she finally asks, “Are you going to tell me now, Anon?”
>Her face was so close to yours, you could smell her natural musk which was light and very comforting.
Do you uh...
>You lick your lips, you’re all nerved up now. “Yes?” she looks at you with her soft baby blue eyes.
>Now or never...
Do you want to do something special tonight, Pinkie?
>Her face lights up, “Oh! Like a party?”
No, I mean... how about you and me go out and have dinner tonight? Then see where that takes us?
>Pinkie stares blankly at you for a minute, and then her expression turned soft with a distinct look in her eyes.
>”Well why didn’t you just say so?” Out of the blue, she brings her face right up to you and pecks you lightly on the lips, “It’s a date...”
>You chuckle nervously, blushing brighter than a stop light.
I never said it was date, Pinkie!
>She giggles and rubs her nose on yours, “Anon, you are so adorable when you act like that.” Her tail starts to wag slowly over your legs.
So... you’re not weirded out?
> “Of course not, silly! In fact, I thought you’d never ask...” she gives you that look again.
How does 6 sound?
>Pinkie snuggles into your chest, “Sounds like a plan to me!” she hops off you and says goodbye before heading back into her house.
>Now that has been taken care of, it was time to talk to Fluttershy and her gift.
>Heading to her house, you knew that this was either going to go bad or really bad. It’s like she can’t take a hint, or perhaps you weren’t being straight with her.
>As you walked to the front door of her house, you could tell the animals look shaken.
>Couldn’t imagine why...
>You knock on the door, and as if she was waiting, the door swings open and there was Fluttershy. “Oh Anon! You came to visit me! Did you want some more meat? I can get some fresh meat!”
>You put your hand up, stopping her from talking
This has gone far enough. I appreciate the gifts, but I don’t want you to hurt your animals for my sake.
>She looks at you desperately then she starts to smile weakly, “But if Anon likes to eat animals, then I should be good and give Anon what he wants, right?!” You can see she is clearly holding back tears.
I’ve been getting along fine with fish up until now. I’ve only said I hunted animals to... scare you.
>Her eyes turned to sadness and confusion, “Wh-what?” she meekly asked.
I... I’m not right for you, Fluttershy.
>”You lied to me?” tears started to flow from her eyes at this point. “I... I killed two of my... animals for you...”
Fluttershy, I’m sorry! I never intended for things to escalate.
>You start to rub your forehead; you’re in the deep end here.
Can I come in? There’s more we need to talk about?
>She sniffles, her mane hiding half her face. But she backs into her house, granting you access.
>Walking through the threshold, you enter her house. Something instantly caught your eye as you enter the living space.
>The walls were covered with framed photos.
>Photos of you.
>Photos of when you were recovering, settling into your house and more recently pictures of you hanging out with the others.
>A pattern you noticed was how any pictures of you and Pinkie where different. All of Pinkies head were covered with a crude cut out of Fluttershy’s own face.
>Fluttershy inserted herself onto Pinkie Pie, making it look like you were hanging out with Fluttershy.
>There were even pictures of you in your sleep.
>You literally felt your skin crawl off your flesh.
What’s with all the photos?
>She walks up to the wall of pictures, “Oh, these? A collection of you and all the good times we had together.”
>You give her the, Are You Serious look, her ears flatten, “I didn’t think you would mind...” she meekly replies.
>You kneel down in front of her and look her dead in the eyes. She looks surprised by how close you are to her, she begins to blush softly.
Fluttershy, I’m going to come out and say this but your recent behaviour has been appalling and further more...
>You noticed she closed her eyes, like she was in heaven are started to lean in like she was ready to kiss
Fluttershy!
>Her eyes open, “Oh! I thought you wanted... to uh... kiss...” the red in her cheeks intensify.
I swear to God, it’s like you don’t listen! Look, I’m... seeing Pinkie Pie now. You can stop this charade of yours.
>You could see in her eyes the utter devastation, “I... I don’t understand...”
>Of course you fucking don’t.
I. Am. Not. Interested. In. You. Fluttershy. Leave. Me. Alone. Understand?
>She fought back her tears and chuckled nervously, “I understand, but I won’t give up on you, Anon. My love for you knows no bounds.”
Too bad, you won’t receive any from me.
>You walked to the front door and before you open it you turn and gave her a fearsome look.
I suggest you take down those photos too.
>Opening, the door you slam it shut behind you as you leave. Fluttershy didn’t even attempt to chase you.
>Good. Maybe she’s finally figured it out.
>You head home, deciding you had to get a few things done around the house and ready yourself for tonight.
>Arriving home, you felt a bit peckish. Something to quickly snack on would suffice.
>Checking your fridge, you discover the apple pie Fluttershy gave you with your basket.
>Grabbing a spoon, you dig right into the pie and tasted it.
>It was actually really good. Not too sweet and it had the perfect consistency.
>You quickly take another bite, but something was off. This mouthful had a weird texture.
>Something stringy was in your mouth, but you accidentally swallow some of the pie.
>Whatever it was, part of it was being dragged down into your throat; almost like a piece of string.
>You reach into your mouth and begin to pull out a long thin strand. It was actually several thin strands tangled and meshed together.
>It was pink. You almost gag as you finished pulling out the long strand of hair from your throat and tossed it in the sink.
>There lay a long strand of Fluttershy’s hair, coated in saliva and apple filling. You spat into the sink. Even in your spit, you saw small shaved bits of pink hair.
>The entire goddamn pie was filled with her fucking hair.
>You grabbed the pie and threw it out the kitchen window, leaving only the pie plate behind.
>There was a note attached to the underside of the pie plate. The note read: I hope you enjoyed the pie, there is now a small part of me in you. Love, Fluttershy.
>You started to gag as you felt your stomach spasm. You flung your head into the sink and regurgitated the contents of your stomach.
>You could see even more pink hair in your vomit.
>Fucking Fluttershy.