>Day like any other in Equestria.
>Except not.
>Wake up.
>A bit earlier than normal.
>It's getting harder and harder to get a full night's sleep.
>Many times, such as this one, you'll wake up pre-maturely, your body anticipating your morning endeavor.
>It's not entirely all bad though.
>You've taken up gardening in your spare time.
>And you've become quite proud of your little petunias.
>You rise up in bed, making sure to quiet your alarm clock, lest it ring out in the hour or so it's set for.
>You yawn and stretch, sitting at the edge of your bed.
>It creaks in disapproval of your early rousing.
Yeah, I know... I'm not all that thrilled about it either...
>You don your robe and gardening-wizard hat.
>As you walk to retrieve the watering can you purchased from Roseluck from the hall closet, you get a glance out of your front window.
>It's still dark outside.
>Only the semblance of light is starting to peek over the hills of the horizon.
>You fill the watering can at your kitchen sink and chuckle to yourself.
>Yet another day you've arisen before Celestia.
>Oh well.
>You can't be too mad.
>After all, you get to watch her beautiful sunrise while feeding your lovely flowers.
>You set about doing just that.
>But not before starting a pot of coffee.
>You aren't powered by lightning or anything, after all.
>And that cup of Joe just might get you through the day.
>Watering can in tow, you slide on your fuzzy slippers at the front door.
>The morning air feels brisk against your shins; one of the few places left bare by your robe.
>You take a deep breath in.
>It's honestly not all that horrible being up this early.
>The air is crisp and fresh, and there's a little hint of sweetness from your flowers.
 
Good morning, my lovelies.
>You grin and bend lower to further the scent.
And how are you all today?
>You hum to yourself as you sprinkle water over each little flower patch.
You girls are coming in very well.
>You spy a couple mischievous weeds trying to sneak their way into your beautiful rose bush.
>Note that that last bit isn't capitalized...
Sly little buggers... You'll never get away with this!
>You get down on your hands and knees to do heated battle with the green menace.
>It puts up a tough fight, but eventually, it succumbs to your obvious superiority and you yank it from its home.
>You scrounge around for more weeds and remove them when found.
>Once you've finished, you wipe the sweat from your brow and stand.
>You back up several tens of yards and admire your work.
>Your garden perfectly frames the front of your home, a planter on each side of your door.
>You breathe a sigh of contentment and catch a whiff of your B.O.
>Yuck.
>It's time to start your routine.
>You lift your head.
>Just in time for Celly's sunrise.
Thanks doll.
>You smirk and walk back inside.
>You place the watering can back inside your closet, kick off your slippers, and pour some of the now-ready coffee into your favorite mug.
>Good old Lucky Mug.
>The sun's rays begin to shine ever-so-slightly into your humble kitchen as you add the cream and sugar.
>You sit at your small breakfast table and take a long, slow, deliberate sip.
>Sweet, strong liquid flows past your tongue and down your throat.
>It warms your body and your spirit.
>You make a content 'ahh' sound and nod.
>Yes.
>Today's going to be the day.
>Today is the day that you'll treat yourself to the last of your hot dog stash.
>You hop in the shower wearing a smile.
 
>Hot dogs were one of the few things that managed to get transported along with you.
>That and all the necessary ingredients to make s'mores.
>They were the only things that were in your backpack still from the camping trip you were on.
>The s'mores were long gone.
>You were basically a chocoholic, so they lasted a matter of days.
>But you were smarter when it came to the hot dogs.
>You learned pretty quickly that you wouldn't be getting any meat here in Equestria.
>Something about how all the animals could talk or had personalities or some nonsense.
>And p0nies were herbivores after all...
>You finish up in the shower and step out to towel off.
>You'd been rationing your tiny hot dog reserve for the last month or so in secret.
>You knew that the p0nies wouldn't be very accepting of your carnivorous habits.
>Even if the meat didn't technically come from any of the critters from this universe...
>You apply deodorant and brush your teeth.
>You were down to your last juicy, plump, tasty little hot dog.
>But, like you'd already decided, today would be the day you kissed your last bit of meat goodbye.
>It'd be a bittersweet feeling.
>Eating the last morsel of flesh you'd know while in this world.
>But hey, it's there to be eaten after all.
>And the use by date is coming up anyway.
>So no harm, no foul.
>You comb your hair.
>Shave.
>Because you had forgotten about that part amidst your meat thought tornado.
>Go back to your table and pick up where you left off.
>Drinking more glorious coffee.
>You pour yourself a bowl of Cocoa Clitorites.
>Somehow Fluttershy was able to sponsor a cereal in the shape of mare pussies.
>And she'd always bring you new boxes when she'd visit in the mornings.
>Whatever.
>It's free breakfast as far as you're concerned.
>And honestly pretty tasty.
 
>And speak of the devil.
>There's a knock at your door.
>You take another swig from Lucky before sauntering over to the front of your home.
>You open it to see Banana Hush standing confidently on your doorstep.
>Well, as confident as you can expect from Fluttershy...
>Which meant that there was something of utmost interest resting at her feet.
>"O-O-O-O-O-O-Oh... h-h-h-h-h-hi... An-n-n-n-n-non...
>You take a look at your wristwatch.
>Fluttershy squirms a little in place.
>This is going to take a while.
>You just stand, leaning against your doorframe and taking the occasional sip of coffee.
>From your vantage point, you get a good bird's eye view of Fluttershy's body.
>Something seems a little different than normal.
>She seems a bit... bigger than usual.
>Not in a fat kind of way...
>But rather...
>She just looks... bloated?
>Actually, this seems a little familiar...
Fluttershy... didn't you try inflation a few weeks ago?
>She jumps slightly at your sudden speech.
>"O-Oh... n-n-no...-"
And didn't you end up floating off into the sunset with Balloonie Pie too?
>"W-Well... y-yes, but...-"
Who was only there because she thought it'd be 'super fun diddly dun...'
>"Umm... yes, th-that's true, but..."
So why would you think it'd work this time?
>A low rumble starts somewhere in the vicinity of Yellow Meek's stomach, but you more or less ignore it.
Just so you know, I'm still not into-
>And then it happens.
>Fluttershy's body quivers and she pinches her eyes closed.
>Her tail lifts and somehow you just know that her asshole puckers.
>And then.
>She lets rip one of the most heinous farts you've ever had the misfortune of bearing witness to.
>"Eep..."
>Her body seems to breathe a sigh of relief.
>She blushes a deep crimson.
>"I-I-I-I-I-I-Is... h-h-heavy fl-fl-fl-flatulence your fu-fu-fetish, Anon?"
>She really is the devil...
>You slam the door with enough force to make your house shake.
 
Fuck this gay Earth-questria.
>Stupid fucking Fluttershy and her fucking fetish attempts.
>You're so pissed that your knuckles are turning white from the death grip you have on Lucky Mug.
>Yellow piece of shit.
>Can't believe you put up with her goddamn antics every fucking day and...
>And you can still smell her disgusting anal emission!
Fucking Fluttershy!
>You set Lucky down on a nearby table and fling the door open again.
>She just cowers in the wake of your rage.
WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?!
>"I-I-I-I-I ju-ju-ju-just wuh-wuh-wanted t-t-to-"
>You pick her up by her mane and tail.
>She whimpers in what sounds like a mixture of pleasure and pain.
>You don't care.
>You direct her muzzle in a northerly fashion and rear back your right leg.
>She squirms in your grip, but you hold steady.
>You start a mini color-commentary in your head.
'He's lining up for the kick. Winds up, and...'
>You give Fluttershy a resounding strike to the muff.
'It's gooooooood!'
>She rockets off into the distance and makes a small glint in the skyline as she disappears from your field of view.
>But not before releasing a massive amount of ass Febreeze.
>The noxious cloud hangs in front of your door like a bong hit.
>There's even a gangrenous tint to it.
>You pinch your nose in a futile attempt to keep the smell from reaching your receptors.
Oh sweet baby Celestia, this is rank.
>You wave your hand to try to dissipate the fumes.
>It only serves to cleave the gas in twain.
>The two halves drift to either side of your door.
>They seem to envelop...
>Your prized petunias!
 
Oh no no no no no!
>You wave your arms violently, trying to stave off the putrid haze.
>But your efforts are all for naught.
>The clouds of death creep ominously over your garden planters leaving nothing but wilted flowers in their wake.
>You cradle Cynthia in your arms as her life fades.
No... No. This can't be happening...
>A single tear forms in the crook of your eye as you commit Cynthia's body back to the Earth...-Questria...
Fucking... Fluttershy...
>You walk back inside and slam your door shut once more.
>Steam is pouring out of the sides of your head.
>You need to calm down or you'd end up punching a hole through your wall.
>And what good would that be?
>It'd just be another way for Fluttershy's gas to molest you.
Fucking Fluttershy!
>Right...
>Calm...
>You spot your record player in the corner of your living room.
>Thank the glory of the sun that these p0nies had good music.
>You'll never know how, but they had a lot of the same stuff you listened to back home.
>Still annoyed, you flip through some of the records you own.
>No... Nope... Definitely not...
Ah.
>You select one and blow on the cover, condemning a small cloud of dust to a new resting place.
This oughta calm me down a bit.
>You put the record on the player, turn it on, and set the needle to the vinyl.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6QFwo57WKwg
>You walk back to your door and grab Lucky from the table you'd set him on.
>As you plop down onto your sofa, you can feel your worries already starting to melt away.
>You take another gulp from Lucky.
>What a good mug.
>Always there when you need him.
>Through the thick and the thin.
>You give him a little peck on the lip.
>No homo.
>Just a show of appreciation.
 
>It doesn't get much better than this.
>Nodding your head slowly to soft jams...
>Feelsgoodman.
>You could almost forget about what Fluttershy did to your beautiful...
>Innocent.
>Healthy.
>Flowers...
>You can feel you anger start to swell again.
>You finish off what was left in Lucky and set him down on your coffee table.
>You know how to fix this.
>You walk back into the kitchen and set a pot of water to boil.
>Then head back to the living room and crouch down, moving your table out of the way just enough.
>Grinning, you pull up the false plank of wood that hides your most secret of areas.
>You push past the piles of porn.
>And the paparazzi photos of Pinkie Pie's plush pussy.
>Okay, maybe you were into p0nies a little bit...
>Fluttershy must never know...
>Finally, you reach your target.
>Resting next to Jeremy, your favorite jar, is the plastic bag containing your last hot dog.
>You lick your lips as you retrieve your object of desire.
You'll make the pain go away, won't you, sweetie?
>You head back to the kitchen with a bounce in your step.
>You plop the savory morsel into the heating liquid.
And now we wait.
>Suddenly you hear something from your living room.
>And then you start to smell something as well.
Give me a break...
>You walk back to investigate the assault to your senses.
>Sure enough, Fluttershy is rooting through your secret stash.
>And she's... still farting...
>She's farting along to the beat of the music.
>She's FARTING. TO YOUR MUSIC.
>...
GOD DAMNIT, SHY!
>She recoils, catching her head on the underside of the table, tipping it to its side and sending Lucky flying across the room.
>The world seems to slow down.
>Fluttershy backpedals in her daze and bumps your record player.
>The record starts to skip.
http://www.infinitelooper.com/?v=6QFwo57WKwg&p=n#/100;102
Nooooooooooooo! Lucky Mug!!!
 
>You watch helplessly as your beloved porcelain friend crashes headfirst into your not-so-beloved wall.
>The world is set back in motion.
>Fluttershy is still trying to get her bearings after being startled.
>She's quivering.
>And still farting...
>She finally seems to understand what's just transpired.
>"A-Anon... I'm s-s-s-so so-so-sorr-"
>You hold up a shaking hand to quiet her.
>The other is in a balled-up fist.
Out.
>"Bu-Bu-But..."
OUT! GET OUT RIGHT NOW!
>She cringes and flies out the window she came in, leaving a trail of gaseous fear behind her.
>You simply stand where you are, attempting to take everything in.
>In time, you step slowly to the shattered remains of your companion.
>You stoop over him, fists still balled, scanning his once-beautiful body.
>Sniffling, you kneel and pick a piece of him up.
Lucky Mug...
>You start to sob.
You didn't deserve any of this...
>A few tears fall from your chin to the floor.
Don't worry buddy... I'll make sure to give you a proper burial.
>You grab a broom and dustpan from your closet after turning your record player off and solemnly sweep his bits up.
>You carry Lucky's body outside and bury him with his fallen brethren, your petunias.
>Salute your army.
>They've given their lives this day in the fight against Fluttershy.
You will be remembered.
>Speaking of remembering things...
>That hot dog's been boiling a while.
>It's probably done cooking.
>At least that's one thing you can look forward to.
>It might just make up for today.
>A man can dream.
>You walk back inside and wash up.
>You reach your hand out to remove the pot from the flame and realize...
>There's no hot dog in the pot.
>There's. No. Hot. Dog. In. The. Pot.
>HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?
>You know you put it in there.
>So if it isn't in the pot now, then that must mean...
>"O-Oh Aaaaanoooon..."
>You grit your teeth and ball your fists until your knuckles turn white.
>Fluttershy...
 
>You follow the grating voice to your bathroom.
>The scene that awaits you is more horrible than any nightmare or amputee midget porn you've ever seen.
>Fluttershy is bent over your tub, clit and asshole winking, with...
>"Oh Anon... I kn-knew you -unf- liked fl-flatulence. You even warmed up a -ahn- toy for me."
>Sure enough, she's got your last hot dog jammed up her disgusting mare vagina.
>You snort smoke from your nostrils like a bull.
>You're starting to see red.
>"I knew you -hnn- loved me, A-Anon! I'll make you s-so hard with your -guh- fetish!"
>With that, you watch as her cheeks clench, sending your beloved hot dog to the bathroom floor.
>She then proceeds to let out a small whimper of a fart which slowly begins getting louder.
>Her asshole blooms to allow a brown log passage.
>She coats your last hot dog -  the one you'd been saving all this time, the one that was going to make this day bearable, your last friend in this horrible pastel world - in chocolate soft serve.
>"T-Take me, Anon!"
FUCKING FLUTTERSHY!!!
>You let out a bloodcurdling scream and launch at the pegasus.
>You grab her by the neck and start to throttle her.
>In your rage, you look around nearby for something to strike her with.
>You rip the towel rack from the wall and begin beating the mare over her head.
>The next few moments are like photographs.
>You smash Fluttershy mercilessly with your bludgeon.
>It feels like minutes, but lasts only seconds.
>When you finally regain your senses, you're craned over a broken and battered Fluttershy.
>There's blood strewn all across your bathroom.
>You drop the towel rack in horror.
Oh God...
>You kneel down to check Fluttershy.
Fl... Fluttershy?
>Her body lies limp and her head is caved in from your repeated barrage.
>She's as dead as a door nail.
Oh God...
 
>What are you going to do?
>You just killed an Element of Harmony...
>You're a dead man.
>No p0ny would believe you did it out of frustration.
>No p0ny even believed you when you told them about Fluttershy's rape attempts.
>Great job, Anon.
>You weren't even sure if Equestria had a punishment for murder.
>It'd probably never come up before.
>Luna got banished to the moon just for getting uppity with her sister.
>There's no way you'd survive whatever she'd come up with for you.
>You've gotta hide the body.
>Yup. It's as simple as that.
>You'll hide the body.
>Cut it up into little pieces and stash it somewhere.
>Wait.
>Stash?
>That's perfect.
>You'll cut her up and stick her under your floor.
>No p0ny will ever know.
>And if anyone comes around asking about her, you'll just deny everything.
>Easy.
>Yes.
>Just cut up the body.
>Hide the pieces.
Cut up the body.
>You visit your utility closet once more and retrieve the saw you use to trim the tree out front.
Hide the pieces.
>You return to the tub and set about your task, repeating your mantra.
Cut the body.
>You sever her head.
Hide the pieces.
>Remove each leg.
Cut the body.
>Separate the wings.
Hide the pieces.
>Cut her barrel in two.
Cut the body.
>You start to grin as you let the blood drain from her dismantled remains.
Hide the pieces.
>Time to clean the bathroom while you wait.
>Some bleach and elbow grease later, the bathroom is shining like new.
>Just in time.
>It seems like the pieces have fully drained.
>You scoop them up and stuff them underneath your floorboards and set the fake piece back.
>It's seamless.
>You smile and wipe a bloody arm across your forehead.
You done good, Anon.
>Time for a shower.
>You run through a second morning routine and carry on your business.
>You decide to turn in early, since you had a long day.
 
>Wake up the next day to your alarm clock.
>You actually managed to sleep all night.
>Good thing too, because it's not like you have flowers to tend anymore.
>Smack your lips together and give a great big yawn.
>Like that of a lion.
>Scratch your armpit and go take a shower.
>Memories from last night play like a broken recording.
>The crunch of her skull...
>The resistance of her bones against the saw...
>Her chopped-up body lying under your floor...
>You shudder and finish washing.
>It's done with.
>You didn't do it on purpose, but you can at least enjoy the results.
>You rub your stubble and start to shave.
>Looking into the mirror, you drag your razor across your chin.
>You hear a faint sound, scarcely more than a whisper.
>["Is sh..ing yo.r f.t.sh, A.on?"]
>Drop your razor in the sink and blink your eyes.
Was that...?
>You shake your head to clear your thoughts.
>That must just be nerves getting the better of you.
>You lean down and splash some water on your face.
>When you look back up, you think you catch a glimpse of something yellow in the mirror.
>["We c.n .. to..t..r ..w, A..n..."]
>You turn back to be greeted only with wall.
>The same wall you cleaned yesterday after...
>Well, that's enough of the bathroom for today.
>Time to go somewhere with no reflections.
>The kitchen.
>There's an idea.
>You head to the kitchen and pour yourself some cereal.
>You're almost out.
>Fluttershy didn't bring you any yesterday.
>You're meal is interrupted by a familiar sound.
>Knocking.
>You check your watch.
>Right on time...
>But how could...?
>Your blood runs cold as you slowly rise from your chair and make your way to your front door.
>You take cautious steps on shaky legs.
>The hallway to your door seems to tunnel.
>It looks so far away.
>More knocking.
>You near the door, bracing yourself to open it.
>You swallow the knot in your throat and grasp the knob.
>Suddenly the mail slot flaps open, and...
 
>A letter drops to the floor.
>You nearly faint from the feeling of relief that overtakes you.
>You hear the whisper again.
>["Is ..ing sc.... y..r fe...., .non?"]
>Your heart begins beating faster.
Fl... Fluttershy? Is that you?
>There's a loud knock from right in front of you.
>You jump backwards and fall to the floor.
No... No! It can't be!
>The knock comes again.
>You scramble backwards frantically.
She... She's right here! She's dead!
>You shove the table out of the way and pry open the floorboard.
>Fluttershy's corpse is just as you left it, packed underneath your home.
See? See!?
>The knocking doesn't cease.
>You gulp, gathering enough resolve to stand.
You're dead, Fluttershy!
>You barrel to the door, grip the knob, and throw the door open.
>Nothing.
>Nothing but the sight of your dead flowers and the chill of morning.
>Grin and start to laugh softly.
See? It was nothing. Just your mind getting the best of you, Anon.
>You laugh a little louder.
She's dead. Dead and gone.
>Close the door, replace the floor, and move the coffee table back into place.
>Maybe it's time to put on another record.
>It might calm you down again.
>Decide on one of your favorites from a game you played on Earth.
>You start the record.
 http://www.infinitelooper.com/?v=nlu2z2gkhhI&p=n#/0;146
>You plop down on your couch.
>The melody starts to relax you.
>You really need this right now.
>Just remember that everything will be alright.
>Nop0ny probably even suspects that Fluttershy's gone.
>She lived alone.
>On the outskirts of the city.
>And aside from harassing you every day, she largely kept to herself.
>She only went out when the town needed saving.
>And you've been Discord-free for almost a week now.
>You let out another of your often-made sighs and let your head press further into the couch cushion.
>Good old Bluey.
>Everything's going to be fine.
 
>But that'd be where you're wrong.
>Your door is accosted yet again by a rapping sound.
>It shakes you to your very core.
>You shoot up on the sofa and look to the door.
>Fluttershy's dead.
>*knock*
>You killed her.
>*knock*
>You checked to make sure her body was still in your hole.
>*knock*
>It. Can't. Be. Her.
>*knock*
>You rise in a cold sweat and plod to your door.
>*knock*
>["L.t's .e t..eth.., .non..."]
>*knock* *knock* *knock*
>You fling the door to the side and scream into the face of madness.
WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?
>...
>Twilight stands in shock at your doorstep.
>"You... really aren't a morning person are you, Anon?"
>She giggles as she trots into your humble abode past your dumbstruck form.
>"I came to see how you were doing. You never come to visit, you know..."
>You regain your composure and force a chuckle.
Hah, yeah... Well... I don't really... get out much?
>She gives you a genuine look of concern.
>"That's really not very healthy, Anon. I used to be a shut-in too, but then I learned the magic of friendship."
>She smiles.
>It's a nice smile.
>You wonder if Twilight likes to smile.
>You'd like it if she smiled more.
>The whisper is back, a little louder than before.
>["Is s..ling ..ur fet..., Tw.l...t?]
>Wait...
>Why do you care if Twilight smiles?
>"Actually... I have to admit... I'm not just here to check up on you."
>You shoot her a confused look.
>She goes to sit on your couch.
>You move to sit across from her.
>On your coffee table.
>["To..her fo..er..."]
>"I was wondering if you'd seen Fluttershy... She had her weekly spa date with Rarity yesterday. Rarity said she never showed up."
 
>Twilight's gaze wavers and she hangs her head solemnly.
>She looks much prettier when she's happy.
>You wish you could do something to make her happy.
>You embrace her in your arms in a hug.
>But you didn't want to.
>Your arms just moved on their own.
>What's going on?
>The voice is louder now.
>["Is cud...g y..r fe...h, T.i...ht?"]
>You wince.
>"I know she doesn't care much for them, but Fluttershy never misses her spa dates..."
>You aren't sure whether you can trust your mouth or not.
>But you have to say something.
A-Are you s-sure she isn't just sick, o-or something?
>Twilight shakes her head.
>"I already went to check her cottage. There wasn't any food in any of the animal's dishes."
>She sniffles.
>"Fluttershy feeds them every day at dawn and dusk. So she must've not made it home last night."
>You squirm.
>The voice is speaking clearly now
>["Anon... We can be together now..."]
>You squeeze Twilight tighter in your grip.
>Together.
>You can spread kindness...
>Together...
>She's right under your feet...
>You could end this play.
>This whole charade...
>You killed Fluttershy.
>["We are together now, Anon..."]
>That's right...
>Together.
>Make p0nies happy.
>Give them what they want.
>Even if they don't know it themselves.
>Together...
>Make them happy...
 
>"Anon, are you alright?"
>You feel her tug against your arms.
>"You're hurting me a little bit."
>She starts to laugh nervously.
>But you know deep down that she's enjoying it.
>Everyp0ny does.
>The feeling of being held.
>The feeling of being wanted.
>The feeling of being loved.
>The voice in your head is shouting now.
>["Is being loved your fetish, Twilight?"]
>You start to laugh.
>Quietly at first.
>But it slowly grows louder.
>"A-Anon?" Twilight stammers.
>"Stop it... Y-You're scaring me..."
>The voice in your head has become your own.
Is being scared your fetish, Twilight?
>"Wha- What?!"
>She uses her magic to force herself from your grip.
We just want to make you HaPpY, tWiLiGhT.
ToGeThEr...
>You stretch a twisted smirk from ear to ear.
>She slowly backs away from you, horrified by your change in countenance.
>"Wh-What did you do to Fluttershy?"
>Her horn begins to glow with magical energy, prepping for self-defense.
WhAtEvEr Do YoU mEaN, tWiLiGhT?
>["Together..."]
>You stand, sending your table sliding backwards on the floor.
>["Forever..."]
>With a stomp, you disturb the false floorboard and reach into the compartment.
>["Both mind-"]
>You pull out a chunk of Fluttershy and bite into it, tearing into her flesh.
>["And body..."]
>You chew it and swallow, a strand of saliva dripping from your mouth.
>Twilight gasps in shock, sending poorly-aimed bolts of magic in your direction as a result.
>"You... You killed Fluttershy?!"
>She sobs.
>You laugh manically.
I AM FlUtTeRsHY! ElEmEnT oF kInDnEsS!
WhAt'S yOuR fEtIsH, tWiLiGhT?!