>Oh Anon, I'm so glad you had fun at work today.
>My husband is busy tending to his cloud collection, so I'm afraid he'll come speak with you later.
>Do you want a cookie?
>This is my special recipe, passed down through generations.
>Please, take a few.
>Now between you and me dear, you haven't seen dear Fluttershy with any colts lately, have you?
>No?
>Well that's good news.
>Why you ask?
>Well, Fluttershy has been single for quite some time, and I'm starting to worry about her not finding a mate before she reaches that certain age where mares start to... you know... become desperate.
>Why I'm not hinting towards anything!
>...Okay, maybe a little.
>Alright, I confess!
>I know that you and Fluttershy are a completely different species.
>But I ask you, please...
>Please take my daughter, it would make her so happy!
>She would be thrilled to have you as her mate.
>Oh, just take her now!
>Any day of the week, just sweep her off of her hooves.
>Don't let her make the same mistake I did.
 
"Listen, Posey. I love Flutters, I really do, more than anyone else. But it's not a romantic love. I'm sorry."
>Mrs. Shy sets the tray down, your gaze following it.
>"Is there anything, anything at all, that I could say or do to change your mind? Fluttershy means the world to us, and the thought of her never finding love just breaks my little ol' heart."
"I don't think there is. The thought of sweeping Fluttershy off her feet is farfetched, she's like a sister to me."
>"We have money."
>You look up at her.
"What?"
>"We're not the richest family out there, but we have money to spare if it's for our girl. Take it, all of it. I don't care if you have to pretend. Just, please..."
>You can see tears forming at the corner of her eyes.
"Posey, please. I can't. You know I can't. Not to mention, a relationship based on a lie... It wouldn't end well. At all."
>The poor woman gets down on her knees in front of you.
>Oh god please no
>She looses the dam as the tears begin to flow down her cheeks.
>"We've known each other for a long time now, Anon. I remember when you were Fluttershy's only friend, after Rainbow. Please, could you do this for her? For us?"
>Say no.
>Just say it.
>Come on man, you say it, just open your mouth and make the sounds.
"Okay, I'll do it."
>Wait, that's not what you meant to say, was it?
>Posey is ecstatic, a smile alighting upon her face.
>"Oh, sweetie, you don't know how happy this makes me! Or how happy it'll make her!"
>The older woman rushes over and gives you a great big hug.
>Why didn't you say no?