AUTHOR'S NOTE
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This is my first attempt at a multi-part story. Experimenting with something people call "suspense". Something that I only thought was used in Bridges and intense Political Speeches. And also character development. Don't be mad if it's bad. Or you can get mad, I won't stop you. It's all for the greater good.
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>Day It Begins in Equestria
>Wake up and stretch
>Scratch the back of your head, yawning
>Kick off the covers and get dressed
>Walk into the bathroom and start brushing teeth
>A note stuck to the corner of the mirror says "Barricade house today"
>Grunt in acknowledgement
>Finish up and head downstairs to get some food
>A toolbox sits on the kitchen counter
>Groan at the thought of the coming day
>But it's got to be done, unless you want to risk damage
>Chew on an apple and head out the backdoor to your shed
>Unlock the shed door and open it
>Fluttershy is stood in the cramped space
>"G-good morning! Is illogical breaking and entering your fetish?"
Fluttershy how did you even do this?
>Look behind her and see a huge hole with a dirty shovel resting next to it
Oh.
>She beams at you
>"I did it because I love you!"
>Stare at her
Fluttershy, you wouldn't know what love was if it hit you in the face
>"W-well if you spray your seed all over my face I'll know what it is... And what it tastes like..."
God damn you're a foul creature.
>Her ears go flat
>"I just want to love you, Anon!"
And do you?
>"Yes!"
Then why are you breaking into my she- fuck, How long have you been digging this tunnel? Where does it lead?
>"M-my cottage."
That's at the other side of town, Fluttershy.
>"It's taken me a few months... But it was worth it for you!"
>Rub your temples
Look. We have to prepare for the storm today. Have you fixed up your cottage?
>"Oh yes. I left Angel bunny to do it"
You left a rabbit in charge of home security
>"He's very smart for a bunny."
 
1/?
 
>Reach over her head and grab a few planks of wood led against the shed wall
>She takes the opportunity to bury her face in your crotch and sniff loudly
>She shudders
Can you not do that? It's really creepy.
>"S-sorry"
No you're not.
>"Oh... Sorry"
Stop apologising
>"Right. Yes. Sorry."
>This horse.
>Grab a few more planks and rest them over your shoulder
>"Anon?"
What.
>"C-can I help you?"
Sure, I guess. Just try not to break anything.
>You go around the house with the planks, hammering them over windows and making sure there are no leaks in the roof
>The whole time, Fluttershy pretends to work, when really she's just staring at your sweaty body
>At one point you have no choice but to remove your shirt because of the heat, upon doing this you hear Fluttershy whimper and fall off the roof
>Roll your eyes and carry on hitting the roof with a hammer.
>You have no idea what you're doing up there, but it feels like you're making progress.
>Climb down the ladders and look at the house with your hands on your hips
>Everything looks great, as far as you can see
>Turn to Fluttershy, who is drooling at your shirtless chest
Well, Fluttershy. You did fuck all, can't hold a hammer, were completely useless to me and only stared me while I worked for about-
>Check your watch
4 hours. Thanks for your help
>"N-no problem, Anon. If you need anything else I can help you"
>She throws down her hammer
>"Oh no! Let me just pick that up"
>She leans over the hammer, presenting herself to you
You're deranged, Fluttershy.
>"If being in love makes you deranged, then I don't want to be ranged"
That's not even... Go home.
>"Okay..."
 
2/?
 
>After she leaves you jog into town to get some food
>It's market day, despite the coming storm, and ponies are hurredly selling their wares and nervously looking at the sky
>Pegasi have begun creating massive cloud formations, the sky turning black with volatile storm clouds
>You watch as a Pegasi is too rough with one, and it spits out a static charge back at her
>She shakes herself off and more gently moves it around
>Look away and carry on jogging up to a stall
>A bright blue Earth Pony with a green mane smiles at you
>"Hey there, Anon! Here for some cucumbers?"
You know it, Greenthumb. How much do you want for 3?
>You always smile at the idea of her parents calling her GreenTHUMB. Since ponies lack them. But it's just another one of those strange occurences in this increasingly bizzare world.
>"Oooh, well I'd normally say 5, but for you I can make it 4."
>Her smile widens
>You grin back and wink at her as you pass her 5 bits
4 for the food, 1 as a tip.
>She blushes slightly
>"T-thanks, Anon... You be careful with the storm yeah?"
I will be, bye!
>Continue hopping from stall to stall, filling your bag with foodstuffs and other delights
>You have the bits to afford it all, since you're constantly working around town.
>No concrete job placements, but ponies know what you can do with your hands so you've done everything from pruning bushes to sewing
>The pay is good as well. You try to make a good impression and it's payed off, ponies respect you and greet you with a smile.
>It's a good life, apart from Fluttershy.
>But even she is somewhat tolerable. You just wish she'd stop with the fetish guessing
>Last week she actually froze herself in a giant icecube
>You found her on your doorstep, her face frozen in a half-blink, that made it look like she was in the middle of sneezing when she flash-froze herself
>A note was hammered into the ice that read "Is hypothermia your fetish?"
>Spent the whole afternoon chipping away bits of ice to get her out before she died.
 
3/?
 
>With a bag full of vegetables and the storm clouds above starting to rumble, you decide to head back
>Your house comes into view and you see a familiar being stood in front of your door, shuffling nervously
Oh for...
>Fluttershy looks around and sees you heading towards her
>She flies on over and you can see worry in her eyes
>"Anon! I umm... Have sort of a- uhh. Problem... Help..."
>Don't answer, just motion for her to follow you inside
>Sit down in the living room and beckon to a chair facing you
>She takes a seat, but sits in an upright position
>She seems incredibly nervous, maybe even scared.
What's wrong?
>"Umm. Well I got back to my house and Angel bunny hadn't made my house safe..."
>The rabbit didn't perform manual labour on command? What a shock.
Please don't say what I think you're going to say.
>"And I was wondering..."
Don't.
>"Since my house isn't safe from the storm... Can I stay with you tonight?"
God dammit.
>Stand up and look down at her
>She peers up hopefully, a small smile on her face
>"Please?"
Aren't you worried about your animals?
>"They'll be fine. They'll shelter in the Everfree while the storm happens... Weather here doesn't affect that area"
>This is beginning to sound like a poorly constructed rape attempt
>If you went over to her house now, you risk getting caught in the storm
>You wish you could call her bluff be she looks genuinely scared
>Either she's a brilliant actress or she was actually dumb enough to ask a rabbit to make her house safe
 
4/?
 
>It's just one night. You can survive it.
Alright, Fluttershy. You can stop here while the storm is happening, but as soon as it's over you're out.
>"Yes! Thank you, Anon! You're so generous..."
>She lunges at you and squeezes your middle tightly, rubbing her face into your belly
>Sigh and pry her off
>Point a finger at her
No funny business. I just want a normal evening, and hope that the barricades hold. Okay?
>She salutes with a serious look on her face
>"Got it"
>The serious face dissolves and she gains a look of bliss
>She begins bouncing around the room happily
>"Oooh, we can do so many fun things! I heard about a slumber party that Twilight once had and it sounded wonderful!"
>Roll your eyes and take your bag of food into the kitchen
>Fluttershy bounces after you, still firing off "fun" activites for you both to do
>"W-we can tell each other scary stories, and read by the fire, and snuggle, and practice k-kissing! Oh this is going to be so much fun!"
>Try and ignore her as you stock the fridge
>"Ooh~... And if the storm gets too scary... We c-can huddle together under the bed covers and keep each other safe!"
>Oh hell no
We are NOT sleeping in the same bed. We're sleeping in separate rooms
>Her ears go flat
>"P-please? I promise I won't do anything..."
That's a lie and you know it.
>She mumbles something under her breath
>You're about to ask what the hell she just said but a flash outside lights up the room, followed by a distant rumbling
>The storm has begun
 
5/?
 
>Fluttershy launches herself into your chest, shaking.
Oh come on, you're not scared of thunder, are you?
>"Y-y-yes"
>Let out a frustrated groan
>Look at the clock on the wall
>6 o Clock
>You pull Fluttershy off you and walk into the living room again, picking up a book as you walk
>You read it by lamplight as Fluttershy watches you
>The minutes tick by and Fluttershy continues to gaze at you, occasionally sharing highly thought provoking words of wisdom
>"I-if you came inside me, do you think we'd have foals?"
>Look up at her and regard her with the most uninterested expression you can muster
>"Is that a yes?"
No. Biology doesn't work that way, Fluttershy.
>"Oh. Okay..."
>She looks down
>You continue reading
>"I bet if we got married, you'd be so happy with me"
>Look at her again
And why do you think that?
>"Because I would do anything for you, mister. I just want to make you h-happy."
Fluttershy. 2 months ago I woke up tied to my bed, with you trying to get me hard. That's not love, nor does it make me happy.
>She looks hurt
>"B-but I offer you everything! F-food, companionship, sex... What do I have to do?"
You need to let this go. I'm not interested in you, Fluttershy. You can't force someone to be attracted to you. Even if I spent the rest of my days with you I wouldn't become attracted to you.
>Fluttershy jumps of her chair, lip trembling
>"O-okay, Anon. If that's what you want."
>She heads of towards the stairs slowly
Where are you going?
>"To bed"
>Damn, you really hurt her this time.
>It's her own fault though. She can't take no for an answer
 
6/?
 
>Another hour of quiet reading passes
>You look towards the clock
>10 o Clock
>Time flies.
>You decide to call it a night, the storm still raging outside
>You shudder at the noise of the howling wind and rain lashing against the windows
>Peer outside into the gloomy darkness
>Trees are nearly bent in half from the force of the wind, and a branch breaks off one, spinning wildly into the night, carried by the wind
>Walking upstairs, you hear a faint sobbing over the sound of the wind
>Stop outside the guest room
>Listen for a while
>Gently push open the door and peer inside
>The room is dark, save for the occasional lightning bolt illuminating the room
>A dark shape is led on the bed, facing away from the door
>It sobs again and trembles
>Lets get this over with
>Step into the room and sit down on the bed
>Fluttershy's head raises to look at you, her face streaked with tears
>You offer a smile and rub her ear
>She sniffs and positions herself so that you can rub more
What am I going to do with you, Fluttershy?
>"L-love me?"
You know I can't do that.
>Her lip trembles again
>"It hurts, Anon. Every time you reject me. It hurts so much"
>You pull her in close and shush her
I know it does, Fluttershy.
>Sit there stroking her, listening to the sounds of the storm for a while
>Look down
>Fluttershy smiles up at you
All better?
>"Yes..."
>Lay her down and pull the covers over her
>"C-can I have a good night kiss?"
>Shake you head and let out a short laugh
You never change, do you?
 
7/?
 
>She smiles nonetheless and closes her eyes
>"Good night, Anon. I'll get you some day."
>At that she falls into slumber. Dreaming Fluttershy dreams.
>You walk across the landing to your room and lay down on the bed, listening to the near-monsoon outside
>Another flash creates shadows at every part of your room, followed by the boom you had grown accustomed to over the course of the night
>Staring at the the ceiling from your back, you find that you can't sleep
>Get up and go over to the window
>Watch the storm blow outside through the gaps in the wood
>Entire branches are being torn off trees
>You watch in shock as one such branch collides with the side of your house, bouncing off the wood over a downstairs window
>The impact sends a loud bang through the house, and you hear a scream from Fluttershy's room
>You walk over to her room and see her sat up, trembling with wide eyes
>She sees you enter and jumps into your arms again
>You carry her into your room, and lie her down on your bed
Try and get some sleep, Fluttershy.
>She nods fearfully and you go over to the bathroom
>You splash water on your face and look in the mirror
>You become lost in thought for a while then turn around and see Fluttershy watching you
Come on Fluttershy, go to slee-
>The house shudders as a huge branch smashes straight through the window barricade, colliding with the side of Fluttershy and launching her into the opposing wall
>You stare in horror at the place she was sat for a second
>The wind and rain begin pouring into the room, and another flash of lightning reveals Fluttershy's crumpled body in the corner of your room, crushed under the branch
>You run over to her, screaming her name
>Ignoring the freezing wind chilling you to the bone, you try and move the branch off her
>After much effort you shift it from on top of her and shake her body with a hand
>She's not moving
>Her eyes are distant and glazed over, an expression of shock on her face
>Tears form in your eyes as it hits you
>She's gone.
 
8/?
 
>You start openly crying as the storm howls outside, cradling Fluttershy's lifeless body in your arms
I'm sorry... I'm so so sorry...
 
>Morning comes
>You haven't said much to anyone since the events of last night
>Practically everyone broke down and cried upon hearing the news, except Applejack.
>She stayed strong and nodded with a trembling lip
>As for you, you headed home and started to fix the damage, from installing a new window to cleaning the blood from your bedsheets and wall
>You sit in your reading chair that night, staring into space and thinking about Fluttershy
>Hours pass of nothing but silence
>Eventually you decide it's time to go to bed and you slog upstairs, trying not to stare at the corner of your room as you climb into bed
>You turn away from the wall and stare at the window you fixed
>Tears form in your eyes and you feel yourself start to cry again
>As you weep you hear someone speak
>"Anon? Why are you crying?"
>Your eyes widen
>That voice
>Oh god no.
>You've gone mad with grief
>You sit up and stare at the source of the voice
>Fluttershy is hovering at the foot of your bed
>You can see straight through her, and her entire body is floating without use of wings
>"H-have I done something wrong?"
>Stare at her slackjawed
Are... Are you real? Am I not going insane?
>She looks around confused
>"Why, what's wrong?"
>She looks down and inspects her body
>"Oooh... Okay... That."
>You still can't quite believe this
Fluttershy. Y-you're dead.
>She looks at you and smiles
>"I guess."
>She ponders for a second
>"Are Hauntings your fetish?"
AAAAAAAAAA-
 
9/9
End part 1