>Wake up
>Feeling shitty
>Go to kitchen for breakfast
>Knockknockknock
>Let's get this over with
>Open door, fluttershy is bound in very tight chains
>Slam door in her face before she says anything
>Shit needs to stop
>Iiiiiiiiiiiiideeeeeaaaaaaaaa!
>Go down to Rarity's and ask for a mannequin's head and a wig, telling her you want to experiment with hair styles
>Stop over at Sugarcube corner next for some corn syrup and dark red food colouring.
>Go home and get supplies ready, painting mannequin's head to look realistic before glueing on the wig and stuffing a sponge in the neck
>mix up the corn syrup and food colouring before setting aside an apron and a meat cleaver beside your bed.
 
>Get up early next day, put on apron and splatter the red corn syrup over it. smear it on the cleaver and a little on your face for good measure
>dip the mannequin's neck in the mixture, dripping nicely
>as if on cue, the door bell rings
 
>fluttershy looks like an 80's glam metal rocker, hoping to have finally found Anon's fetish
>Door opens sharply to reveal the object of her desires covered in blood holding a severed pony's head by the mane
"What is it, Fluttershy? Can't you see I'm busy?"
>OH SWEET CELESTIA
>runs as hard as hard as her little hooves can carry her straight to her house, where she doesn't emerge for weeks
>"s..so that was his fetish..."
> the next morning
> I wake up
> all's quiet
> open my bedroom door, there's a body of who appears to be Roseluck
> there's a note
> "Dear anon, thanks for finally showing me your true fetish! Love, Fluttershy"
oh dear god
> pick up the body
> carry it out to the river
> tie a stone to it and drop it in
> go home
> fluttershy wielding a bloody knife
> "did I do good anon?"
Fluttershy, you killed a pony!
> "I know, is it getting you aroused?"
> she gives me bedroom eyes and looks down to my crotch
> "You know, at first I couldn't bring myself to accept it. When I saw you do that, I went home a cried myself to sleep. My Anon was a killer. But when I woke up in the morning, I decided that I would do anything for you, even kill.
> touching, but also extremely creepy
Fluttershy, you have to calm down now. Put down the knife.
> She looks as though she's been shot through the chest
> "Wait.....are you telling me this isn't your fetish?"
No Fluttershy, I just did it to scare you off. I never thought that it'd go this far.
> "B-but I.......I killed a pony"
> she starts to tear up
> she puts her head in her hooves and sobs
> I go to sit next to her
> I take the knife from her, and set it down gently
Don't worry fluttershy, I won't tell anybody
> "you probably think I'm some sort of freak"
> a little late for that sister
Fluttershy, you did it out of love. I know that, and it's quite touching really
> She looks to me
> her eyes are full of tears
> "Will you ever like me anon?"
Fluttershy, whatever you do, don't stop believing. Hold onto that feeling.
> she hugs me
> "Anyway you want it, that's the way you need it."
> I give her the hug back
I got rid of the body, don't worry. You just go home, I'll clean up.
> That little psychopath runs home
> The wheel in the sky keeps on turning