>Your insides still burn with anger.
IGNIS!
>You shout, your catharsis echoing loudly off the walls.
>You throw a fireball quickly and furiously against the practice slab.
>It slams and sizzles against the target, leaving behind ripples of heat that mix with the previous residue.
>You shout again, and careen another fireball.
>It misses the slab, scorching the wall.
>You lower your hand, and take a moment to pant a few times.
>...
>Damn it!!
>You whip your blade from your sheathe and stomp toward the human-shaped wooden dummies Twilight constructed days ago.
>The steel slams down onto the shoulder of one, then slides out violently to the right, embedding into the neck of the other.
>You lift your leg and boot the dummy hard, collapsing the construct into pieces and freeing your sword.
>Without even looking, you just throw your weapon at the other.
>The side of it hits the dummy, and the sword falls to the ground with a clink.
>You walk away briskly from the blade training area, breathing heavily.
>...
>...
>You dig your hands into your scalp.
>How could this happen?
>You thought you were friends.
>Mentor and student.
>A bond of trust.
>And she's simply disregarding your account?
>Not even bothering to CONSIDER it?
>...
>This is beyond frustrating.
>If Twilight won't believe you, no one will.
>You're stuck, telling a truth no one will accept.
>No matter how much you plea that it's so.
>...
>You take a deep breath.
>...Calm down, Anonymous.
>...Anger will get you nowhere.
>This is most unbecoming of you.
>...
>You scowl a bit.
>You can simmer down anger after a little time.
>But frustration lasts an eternity.
>...
>No.
>No one will believe you.
>You walk back over to the training area, picking up your sword and sheathing it.
>So you'll have to see the one other person who knows it happened.
>...
>Fluttershy.
>From the source.
>...You need to find out what's going on.
>You rest your hand on your blade.
>...It may not be the safest thing.
>But she can't overpower you.
>...That sweet yellow mare must be in there somewhere.
>You take your leave, climbing the stairs back up to the main floor.
>You creak the door open, and with the exit in sight, make your way across the room.
>"...Anon!" you hear from the second floor.
>You exhale.
>Twilight comes galloping over.
>"Anon, please!"
Not now, Twilight.
>You really don't want to deal with this at the moment.
>You're still angry.
>But right now, it's more of a...
>...Disappointed feeling.
>"Anon, it's not that I don't believe, you, it's--"
Twilight.
>She catches her tongue.
>You look her in the eyes.
I don't wish to hear it. Please, keep your comments to yourself.
>She just looks at you.
>Eyes trembling.
>You exhale again.
>And look to the door.
I'm going out.
>You say, opening the door to a midnight engrossed P0nyville.
>"Wh-Where are you going?" she says, lifting a hoof.
It need not concern you.
>You exit the library, and close the door behind you.
>You begin to make your way across town, not looking back.
>The thoughts of earlier in the night flow back to your mind.
>...
>And the subtle anger as well.
>It hazes your thoughts a bit.
>You step with long, quick strides.
>Like a steam engine running on emotion.
 
>The cottage soon comes into view through the thin horizon of trees.
>The quiet, peaceful sound of the brook contrasts the feelings you hold.
>You hardly notice the decimated, splintered trees close to the cottage as you approach the door and knock hard.
>...
>No answer.
>You knock again, louder.
>...
>...She did fly out the window at the hospital.
>It's very possible she didn't come home at all.
>...Hmm.
>You grip the handle, and spin it to the right.
>...No resistance.
>...Alright then.
>You push, and the door slowly creaks open.
>...Oh, my.
>The cottage has definitely seen better days.
>Animal food is spread around sporadically throughout the living room.
>The floor is covered in droppings.
>Feathers, fur, and shed skin litter the area.
>You slowly walk in, and close the door behind you.
>Someone hasn't been taking very good care of this residence.
>You look around, something on the ground catching your eye.
>You crouch down and pick it up.
>...A yellow feather.
>...Well, it isn't abandoned.
>You stand back up, and look to the ceiling.
Miss Fluttershy?
>You call.
>...No answer.
Miss Fluttershy! I must speak with you!
>...Still silence.
>Seems like no one's home.
>You grit your teeth a little bit.
>...Then sigh.
>Who knows where she could be.
>You turn back around to walk toward the door...
>...But a thumping grabs your attention.
>Spinning your head back around, you see a small white rabbit bounce down the stairs.
>You raise your eyebrow, and turn back around to face him.
>He hops over, and starts waving his little hands toward you.
>...Hmm.
Hello.
>You say, crouching down to his level.
Where is Miss Fluttershy?
>He makes all kinds of weird motions and gestures.
>...You understand none of it.
>...
Mr. Rabbit, please.
>He stops.
Is she not here?
>He slumps a bit, then shakes his head.
>...
WAS she here?
>He perks up a little, and nods his head frantically.
Do you know where she is?
>...He shakes his head again.
>...Gone, it seems.
>But clearly still somewhere around P0nyville.
>...Where could she be?
 
>You secure your saddlebags in place, and take a deep breath.
>Really force that smile, or else this may not work.
>You just saw Anonymous take off across town.
>You'll be safe for at least a little while.
>You lift up your hoof and knock on the library door.
>...
>It opens slowly.
>A rather down looking Twilight Sparkle is there to greet you.
>But when she locks eyes with you, her entire expression changes.
>"Fluttershy?" she gasps.
>You get to work with that smile.
>"Where... Where were you!?"
>She flings the door open completely.
>"We were worried sick!"
I'm sorry, Twilight...
>You say, meekly like she knows you should.
I've been in the Everfree Forest for such a long time... I just lost track of time...
>She looks at you, so surprised.
>It's like she doesn't know what to say.
I... I was wondering if maybe we could talk...?
>Twilight changes expressions.
>Her face contorting to a more worried look.
>This is no longer a surprise for you.
>"...At this hour?"
>You nod happily.
>"...Well, I suppose... I mean..."
>She leans over and peers out behind you.
>"...I think I may have something to talk to you about anyway."
>Something churns in your stomach.
O-Of course, Twilight...
>An unintentional stutter.
>...What did Anonymous say?
May I come in?
>"...Yes, of course, Fluttershy."
>She steps out of the way, and you trot into the library.
>You place your saddlebags down on the table.
Where's Anonymous?
>You ask, playing dumb.
>Twilight sighs, and walks over to the couch, sitting down.
>"That's... actually what I wanted to talk to you about."
Oh?
>Twilight hangs her head.
>"We... kind of had a fight. He's really upset with me right now."
>You gasp.
Oh no...
>She nods slowly.
>"I don't know where he went off to..."
>She sniffs.
>"I... I feel like it's all my fault..."
>You tsk at her softly.
You poor dear... here, would you want me to make you some tea?
>You hold back your grin.
>Your tea is absolutely delectable.
>Everyp0ny loves it.
>Twilight brings her head up, eyes meeting yours, and smiles.
>"That... would be wonderful. Thank you, Fluttershy."
>You happily smile to her, and reach into your saddlebags, grabbing your tea ingredients.
Of course, Twilight,
>You say, making your way through the door to the kitchen.
I'll have it here as soon as possible!
>You push your way through the door, and place your assortment on the counter.
>You begin heating the kettle.
>As the water starts warming up, you prepare the tea.
>Your standard, homemade recipe.
>...Only...
>You laugh a little, reaching over to the small bag Zecora has gifted you with.
>As the water begins to boil, you place the tea inside, and open the bag, sprinkling a little powder in as well.
>...Perfect.
>You seal it back up and place it aside, and prepare the tea as normal.
>When it is finally ready, you pour a steaming cup, and carry it out to Twilight.
>The mare is lying down on the couch solemnly.
Here you go, Twilight.
>You mumble through your teeth, placing the cup and plate down on the table.
>You step back a few paces and smile.
>She raises her head, and smiles weakly at you.
>"Thanks Fluttershy... really."
>She charges her horn, and levitates the cup of tea over to her.
>"You're the best."
>She takes a sip.
>...You watch intently.
>...She lowers the cup from her lips.
>...
>"It's delicious as always, Fluttershy."
>You crack a smile.
Anything for you, Twilight. Now drink up, you're feeling blue.
>She sighs, and nods, taking another sip.
Now... What did you want to talk about?
>Maybe you can get some information out of her before the effects set in.
>She sighs again, and lowers the cup once more.
>"...Fluttershy, you were gone all of today, right?"
>You nod.
>"You weren't at the hospital at all?"
The hospital? No, I never went there.
>She nods slowly, and takes another sip.
>"...But why would he lie?"
>Your ears perk up.
Lie? Who? Did Anonymous lie about something?
>Twilight downs the rest of the tea, and levitates the cup back to the plate.
>"Well... I'd like to think he was lying..."
>She rubs her forehoof lightly with her other.
>"...Look, the accusation isn't exactly... clean. Are you sure you want to hear it?"
>Isn't exactly clean...?
>...
>You narrow your eyes.
...No, that's okay.
>She looks towards you, confused.
>"R-Really? Are you sure? It... kind of involves you."
>You shake your head.
If it makes you uncomfortable, Twilight, you don't need to say it.
>You try your best to beam a smile.
>...
>...He told.
>You don't even need to hear her say it.
>The surrounding information is enough.
>But did you expect anything less?
>...You smirk a bit.
>Well, clearly Twilight doesn't believe him.
>...So it's no matter to you.
>"Ugh... is it a little warm in here or what?"
>You snap back to it.
>Twilight is lightly fanning herself with her hoof.
>Oh my.
>That's your sign to leave the premises.
Oh, you poor dear...
>You say, quickly taking to the air and patting her head.
The stress must be getting to you. You might be getting sick.
>Twilight nods slowly.
>"Do you think so?"
>You smile.
I do.
>You rush over to the table and secure your saddlebags.
You need your rest. We can talk more later, okay?
>Twilight looks over to you.
>Her eyelids falling.
>"Are you sure...?"
>You nod quickly.
Positive. I'll see you later, Twilight.
>You take to the air and quickly flutter out the front door.
>"O-Okay..."
>Twilight lightly waves goodbye with her hoof as you shut the door behind you.
>Finally, out in the night air, you laugh to yourself.
>You're absolutely giddy.
>You fly up and around the side of the tree, stealthily positioned by the window.
>You peer in to see Twilight, still lying on the couch, fanning herself.
>...Perfect.
>You'll have the perfect view.
>Now, to wait and watch.
 
>You drum the hilt of your sword with your fingers.
>You're finally making your way through town.
>You take a deep sigh.
>...At least you're calmer.
>You took the long way back to ensure it.
>A good walk can do wonders.
>But this whole situation still worries you.
>Miss Fluttershy could be under the spell of some... thing.
>And Twilight still won't believe you.
>You can feel a hint of anger flare back up.
>...But it dies down quickly.
>...Oh, think with your head, Anonymous.
>This is one of her best friends.
>Miss Fluttershy.
>The sweet mare she always knew.
>She hadn't seen what she's become.
>And how could she believe she would be capable of such an act?
>...
>You sigh again.
>...Maybe it was YOU who was being unreasonable.
>...
>Maybe.
>You approach the library.
>But you still need to convince her somehow.
>Miss Fluttershy has changed.
>...But... not tonight.
>You grip the door handle.
>You're exhausted.
>You push the door open, and close it behind you.
>Twilight lies on the couch.
>Seemingly asleep.
>You stare at her for a bit.
>...Then, proceed to your room.
>You get about halfway there, before--
>"...Anon?"
>You freeze.
>...She's still awake.
>You exhale.
Twilight...
>You say.
>You don't bother facing her.
I... I may have been unreasonable earlier tonight. But... I'm still not in a great mood.
>...Silence.
>...
I don't wish to talk about this. I just want to head to bed.
>...
>"...Bed."
>...Hmm?
>You turn your head just a little.
>"Bed... You're going to bed...?"
>You raise an eyebrow.
Yes. I'm going to bed.
>...
>"Can... Can I join you?"
>...What?
>You turn around, facing her completely.
>She's upright, looking at you over the couch.
>Her face is flushed.
>"I... I know this is... sudden..." she mumbles.
>...What is she...?
>"Oh, no... I c-can't..."
>She slinks back into the couch.
>"Never m-mind, Anon. I'll... ooh~"
>What in the name of...?
Twilight...?
>"Anon...~"
>Your heart skips in your chest.
>...That tone...
>"Ohh...~"
>She stirs on the couch.
>You walk slowly over.
Twilight... Are you alright?
>She opens her eyes, and moves them slowly to yours.
>"We're... we're friends, right...?"
>...
Yes... Yes, we're friends.
>This is... uncomfortable.
Why are you inquiring about this?
>She looks away, clenching her eyes once again.
>"Anon, I never noticed... how attractive you were before..."
>And like that...
>It was like being punched in the gut.
>All air seemed to be vacuumed from your lungs.
>You take a few steps back.
>...No.
>...No... No way.
>Not Twilight.
>...Not your mentor.
>Not Sir Shining Armor's sister....
>...How?
>How!?
Twilight... What are you saying...?
>She stands up on the couch, looking over at you.
>Her entire face still completely flushed.
>"Anon... Anon, I... need you."
>You take another step back.
Twilight, this isn't you...
>"Please... help me. Just... just a quick..."
>She pants.
>"...Just a quick rut... please?"
What are you saying!?
>You nearly trip over a piece of furniture.
>How did this happen!?
>There's no way she would ever do this!
>Twilight steps off of the couch, her legs slightly wobbling.
>As she steps closer to you, you can see a glistening liquid drip from beneath her legs.
>You're up against the wall.
Twilight, stop this...
>"Please, Anon..."
>She approaches closer.
>"I need this... do this for me...?"
>You shake your head.
You wouldn't do this. What's happened to you?
>She approaches closer, and hops up, planting her forehoofs on your chest.
>You recoil.
>"...Take me..."
>You shake your head, and grip her hooves.
No. Twilight, I--
>She flings your hands away from her hooves, and jumps up, knocking you off balance.
>As you slide to the ground, she plants her lips down onto yours.
>You cringe.
>It feels so wrong.
>You twist your head and break the kiss.
Twilight, enough of this!
>"No! I need it!"
>She pins her hooves to your chest once more.
>"And if you won't give it to me... I'll... I'll take it!"
>Your eyes shoot open.
>Those words...
>"I'm... I'm sorry Anon!"
>She quickly brings her lips to yours once more...
>...But you bring your hands up swiftly, knocking her hooves from your chest, and quickly push her up and off of you.
>She falls back a yard or two, landing on her back.
>You quickly scramble to your feet.
>She squirms a bit, then hops back up on her hooves.
>You stare at each other.
...Yes... I am as well.
>...
>Her eyes narrow...
>...
>...
>Her horn quickly charges, and she fires a spell at your feet.
>You dive out of the way.
>The spell collides with the ground, spawning a cracking, growing pillar of ice.
>You roll on the ground and get back up on your feet.
>But before you can even react, another spell is fired at you.
>It hits your feet, and the same pillar begins coating your legs, freezing you in place.
>You think on your toes.
>Twilight comes charging.
Ignis!
>You throw your hand down towards the spell in effect, a scorching fireball jetting from it.
>It hits the ice, melting it speedily and allowing you to sidestep just in time.
>You spin around to face the wild purple p0ny.
>Her horn charges again.
>And fires an unknown spell toward you.
>You duck and weave, dodging two or three spells, then throw your hand forward again.
Ventus!
>The wind cracks from your palm, catching loose papers and other miscellaneous items in its wake before enveloping Twilight and sending her flying back.
>You react quickly, sprinting over to her, jumping down, and straddling her.
>You place your palm on her forehead and--
>...
>Shoot! You never practiced this spell!
>What did you do with Mr. Bear again?
>But that wasn't even--
>CRACK!
>Twilight sends a spell up and into your chest.
>You launch and arc high into the air, before crashing back down to the ground with a loud thud.
>You groan out in pain, gritting your teeth and clenching your eyes.
>The sound of galloping hooves brings you back to your senses.
>You fling your eyes back open, just in time to see Twilight jump toward you.
CONTEGO MAXIMUS!
>You yell, swiping your arms in front and across your body.
>The light purple shield materializes, and the p0ny crashes down on top of it, wildly pawing at the fresh barrier between you two.
>You flex your arms and push up and to the left, flinging her from you once more.
>She lands up on her hooves, and you quickly get back up.
>She pants, and exhales like a bull from her nose.
>You keep a defensive stance.
>"...That damn magic of yours..." she mutters.
>She breathes loudly a few more times.... before a devious smile comes to her face.
>Your eyes widen.
>...Oh no.
>Twilight is a powerful unicorn.
>...She could--!
>Twilight charges up a spell, and fires it directly toward you.
VENTUS!
>You deflect the spell into the wall with your jet of wind.
>She advances, and fires it again.
VENTUS!
>You call again, countering it the other way.
>You can't let her hit you.
>Your strongest form of defense...
>She shoots another.
>Again, you blow it away with your powerful wind spell.
>You step back, trying to keep the distance between you and her as large as possible.
>She fires again.
CONTEGO!
>You swipe your hand, conjuring the light purple shield.
>The spell collides into it, dissipating over and around the shield, before it fades away.
>Twilight grits her teeth, and continues firing.
>"Just. Let. Me. Have. This!" she yells, firing after every word.
>You continue to cast your shield spell, blocking each blast of magic.
>You can feel your reserves beginning to slowly weaken.
>Your heel finally hits the wall.
>You quickly turn your head and look.
>Backed into a corner...
>You spin it around again, in time to perform another spell.
CONTEGO!
CONTEGO!
Contego!
Contego!
>Your breath starts to get heavy.
>But Twilight shows no signs of stopping.
>The gap between you is closing quickly.
>You need to strengthen your defense!
Contego Maximus!
>You call once more, channeling the stronger, longer-lasting shield.
>It covers you, and you focus your mind to keep it in place.
>Twilight scowls, and continues firing her spell.
>It slams into the shield over and over.
>Hit after hit keeps pressing against the physical shield you've summoned, as well as your mind.
>The pressure pushes back your arms with each hit.
>...Damn it!
>This was a poor strategic decision!
>Now you're pinned!
>The spells keep hammering you.
>You grit your teeth, clench your eyes, and focus all you can!
>...But it's no use.
>You hear a soft crackling sound from in front of you.
>Your eyes concentrate to the center of the shield spell.
>...Oh no...
>One more spell collides with the shield, and it's like time has slowed down.
>The shield shatters, shards of psychic energy spinning and shooting away from you in every direction.
>The spell continues barreling forward through the collapsed shield, losing no momentum as it travels.
>It slams hard into your chest and absorbs into it, pushing you back sharply into the wall behind you.
>You crash into it, and slump down onto your knees.
>It feels like a barrier, or a lock, has formed around the force inside you.
>You paw at your chest.
>...Damn it!
>You were too careless!
>Twilight crashes into you, slamming you against the wall once more.
>She grinds her crotch on you, and brings her head in.
>But you quickly grip under her forehooves and throw her off once again.
>Well you still have your human strength.
>Using the wall as support, you bring yourself up from your knees.
>Twilight eyes you from across the room.
>"...Anon~... please give up... your magic is blocked."
>You say nothing, only pant deeply, one hand over your chest.
>"Let me... Let me rut you... ohh, please~!"
>She throws another spell at your feet and simultaneously charges.
>You dive and roll out of the way, back up to your feet, and sprint across the room and up the stairs.
>Damn it to Tartarus!
>You'll have to think of another plan!
>You're as good as caught without your magic!
>You resist the urge to almost tear up as you hit the second floor.
>What is happening to Twilight...?
>You scramble around the room, thinking of something to do.
>You can already hear the clopping of hooves ascending the stairwell.
>Think, Anonymous!
>You look up, and spot Twilight's sleeping area.
>"Anon~!"
>It'll have to do!
>You sprint toward the ladder and practically run up it.
>Spells whiz past you as you climb to the highest point inside the library.
>You duck, and move your eyes at the speed of sound around the room.
>Bed!
>Sheets!
>Comb!
>Toothbrush!
>Mirror!
>--Mirror!!
>You dive toward the dresser and snag the handheld mirror.
>It's about the size of a ping pong paddle.
>But it'll have to do!
>The ladder creaks with weight as Twilight begins to ascend.
>She climbs to the top and beams a stare right into your eyes.
>You hold up the mirror as if it were your blade, and keep your eyes on her.
>She pants, and slowly makes her way to you.
>You, opposite of her, slowly twist backwards and to the right of her, trying to open the gap.
>You two end up nearly switching places.
>"MY bed, Anon...? Well, since we're here...~"
Twilight!
>You shout, almost backed into the railing.
Come to your senses!
>She exhales.
>"Ahh~ Anon, please! Just once! I need you~!"
>She takes a step.
>You hold your ground.
>And quickly, she shoots a spell at your chest.
>You weave just in time to dodge it, but leave yourself open for attack.
>She hops forward and spins around, delivering a buck right to your chest.
>You groan loudly.
>Your armor eats up any pain this would have caused, but the force is unreal.
>You're sent soaring up and over the railing, falling for what seems like an eternity, before colliding with the ground on the second floor, bouncing just a little.
>You yell in pain, lying still for a moment.
>What a buck...
>You're brought back to your senses when a spell slams into the ground just next to you.
>You grip the mirror in your hand and get back up slowly.
>"Anon, hold still..." she says, firing another shot.
>You wave your mirror at it, whiffing, but the spell ends up missing anyway.
>"If you don't want to... at least... let me do it to you while you're unconscious..."
>She fires again.
>You swat at it with the mirror.
>It makes contact, and the spell launches over into the wall.
>"It's... kind of my fetish~."
Control yourself, Twilight Sparkle!
>"I can't! I'm burning inside!"
>She shoots another spell.
>You duck, it barely missing you.
>"I need a stallion!"
>She fires again.
>Your mirror knocks it forward, landing between the ladder's steps.
>"I need a stallion inside me! Annoooon~!"
>She charges, and fires one more spell.
>You swing your mirror one last time, the spell bouncing from it.
>It flies forward, almost perfectly straight back.
>Twilight charges onward, directly into the path of her own reversed spell.
>...It hits her right in the side.
> A red aura quickly covers her, before she collapses into the ground, her momentum taking her forward a bit, and settles.
>Without a word, she lies there.
>...
>...
>You pant heavily.
>Twilight...
>...
>Is...
>...Is she alright?
>...
>You walk over to her slowly, and take a look.
>...She's still breathing...
>You scan her over.
>Between her legs...
>She's...
>...Pooling...
>You back away slowly.
>...What the hell is happening?
>...What the hell is happening!!
>You look up into the air.
>You feel like screaming.
>Your eyes locate the window.
>The moonlight pours in.
>The night sky shining a--
>...Wait.
>You look up at the window once more.
>A yellow flutter is visible for just a second, before it slips out of view.
>...
>...
>Fluttershy...
>Is SHE responsible for this...?
>...
>You clench your fists.
>A pure rage channeling in your chest.
>Up through your throat.
>And out of your--
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!
>You spike the mirror down onto the floor.
>It shatters, the piercing crack filling the room around you.
>You angrily draw your blade and charge down the stairs.
>Into the first floor.
>And out the front door.
FLUTTERSHY!!
>You yell.
>You don't care if you wake up everybody.
>You sprint around the entire tree.
>But she's nowhere to be found.
>Where did she run off to!?
>Her house!?
>It could be the same situation as last time!
>...But damn it, you have no other options!
>Hardly even thinking, you charge off into the distance towards Fluttershy's cottage once more.
>Your anger guiding you.
 
>You are Fluttershy
>And...
>Oh no, this wasn't supposed to happen at all...
>How did Anonymous trump Twilight?
>She's more powerful than him!
>You flutter back down to the ground from behind a building.
>...Well... you've managed to block his magic at least...
>...But now he's madder than ever.
>You can't face him like this.
>You need another plan...
>Someone else to weaken Anonymous for you...
>...
>But who is more powerful than he?
>You don't think anyp0ny in P0nyville is as...
>...
>...In P0nyville...
>...Of course.
>It's perfect!
>You flutter up to the window once more.
>Peering in, you see her.
>The unconscious, Estrus-ridden Twilight.
>Her own fluids pooling from beneath her.
>Yes...
>...Now, where could Spike be...?
>...Rarity's of course.
>No time to lose!
>You channel your inner Rainbow Dash and fly as quickly as possible to Carousel Boutique.
>Your hooves make contact with the ground, and, forcing tears to your eyes, you knock frantically at the door.
>Much like you anticipated, Spike is present, and answers the door.
>He gazes upon your teary face.
>"Fluttershy?" He says with concern in his voice. "What's wrong?"
>You sob and sniff.
Oh, Spike, it's horrible! There's been an incident! I need to contact Canterlot immediately! Can you take a letter?
 
>Why did you think she would be here!?
>You gaze around the cottage once more.
>No one is here!
>Not even the little white rabbit!
>Of COURSE she wouldn't come to where you could find her!
AAAAAAGGGH!
>You throw your blade at Fluttershy's couch.
>It stabs into the cushion, a small amount of white fluff seeping out.
>You draw it, and slice across the furniture.
>Over.
>And over.
>And over.
>Until the cushion is completely decimated.
>Then you move to the wooden part, chopping and hacking.
>Screaming at the top of your lungs.
>Getting all of it out.
>Until the entire couch is no more.
>...And you pant.
>And catch your breath.
>And sit still for a moment.
>Trying to calm down.
>...
>Don't get out of hand, Anonymous.
>You take a deep breath, and sheath your sword.
>Fluttershy isn't here.
>You briskly leave her cottage, and continue down the path to P0nyville.
>Maybe she hung around the library.
>...
>You hope Twilight is safe.
>...Maybe leaving her wasn't such a good idea.
>You pick up the pace, moving at a very brisk walk.
>Soon, you're in P0nyville square.
>You make your way across town, and toward the library.
>Twilight should be unconscious for a while.
>You approach the door.
>Hopefully whatever she's afflicted with will wear off by the time--
>The doors slam open from the inside.
>They rotate completely around, pegging the sides of the tree.
>It catches you completely off guard.
>A powerful spell is blasted right into your chest.
>You soar backwards a good ten feet and collapse onto the ground.
>"HOW COULD YOU!?" a voice screams.
>It invades your ears.
>...That's...
>You prop yourself up with your elbow and look at your attacker.
>A very, very, very angry Shining Armor stomps out of the library toward you.
>His eyes are seething with hatred.
>A low rumble of thunder reverberates through the area.
Sir Shining Armor...
>You mumble, stumbling back to your feet.
What are you--
>"Shut it!" he shouts.
>You recoil.
>"You scum! How could you DO such a thing!"
>You hold your chest, panting.
>"I trusted you!"
Sir Shining Armor, I--
>"Don't give me that 'Sir' crap!" he yells again, cutting you off. "To think I called you my friend!"
>Thunder booms once more.
>Soft droplets of water begin to pepper the ground.
Sir, I don't know what you're talking about, I--
>"Save it!"
>He shoots another spell at you.
>You weave out of the way just in time.
>"I saw, Anonymous!"
>He glares at you with rage.
>"I saw Twilight in there..."
>You pant, and shake your head.
>No... he can't think--
Sir, if you believe I've done something to Twilight--
>"I saw everything!" he booms,"Terrible things! Things a stallion shouldn't see from his sister!"
>You continue shaking your head.
No... It's not that. It's not what it--
>"The evidence is all there, you swine!" he yells. "Don't even try to weasel your way out of this!"
>The rain picks up, thunder rumbling once more.
Sir, listen to yourself! Are you so blinded?
>You pant a couple of times.
So concerned for your sister that you assume the worst?
>You motion your hand to yourself.
And from me?
>The student he knew.
>His friend...
>He bares his teeth at you.
>"I was told, Anonymous. Told from an eye witness... a friend."
>Your blood freezes.
>How? Who could have--
>He closes his eyes and hangs his head.
>"No, I didn't believe it. Not from you. Not from the 'chivalrous Anonymous.'"
>He opens his eyes slowly and glances to the side, as if thinking.
>Then furls his brow, and quickly glances to you.
>"But coming here and seeing the proof for myself..."
>He grunts, and stomps his hoof.
>"Was this all some ploy this whole time? Putting on an act and striking when others are vulnerable? Is this what human do!?"
Sir, listen to yourself! I would never--
>"I knew I shouldn't have trusted such a strange creature! And I let you study with my sister! My little sister! AND YOU TAKE ADVANTAGE OF HER WITH--!!"
>...
>He stops himself.
>...
>He closes his eyes, and breathes slowly.
>...
>"...Draw your sword, Anonymous."
>You feel a pang against your heart.
>It shivers throughout your whole body.
>...Did...
Sir Shining Armor...
>"Draw it," he says, unsheathing his own blade with a metallic slide. "Draw it, or I cut you down defenseless."
>You shake your head.
>"DO IT!"
Sir, I can't--!
>You have just enough time to react, barely dodging the sword thrust forward toward you.
>He retracts it back to himself.
>He's seething with rage.
>...
>The rain escalates to a near-pour.
>...
>You look to him, and draw your blade, assuming a battle stance.
>Shining Armor says nothing. He only readies his sword.
 
End of Part 7