> Welcome back to the white zone.
> Oh, trust me, you don't like the white zone like you wouldn't like that drunk dentist who’s having a bad day.
> But somehow, you always seem to get so rudely stuck here.
> You hear them, the voices. They're calling your name, always gesturing to you.
> "Anon," they cry, "Please come back, please wake up."
"I'm right here, guys, can't you hear me?"
> Your responses are met with deaf ears, of course, or perhaps it's you who's the one deaf?
> All you see is the ever expanding blank color.
> Perhaps you're blind AND deaf?
> Like you have a freaking clue.
> But there's always one thing you look forward in here, one thing to make this serene hell worth it.
> The one last scrap of proof you are humane, and you have something to live for.
> "Perhaps, one day, you can open your eyes again, and smile for me, sweetheart."
> You always hear her voice, in the end.
"I will, one day, but until then, please wait for me, Mom."
> Mamaaaaaa, oooooOOoooo~
> Didn’t mean to make you cry….
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> It's Day 80, and with a side glance from your stirring from the dream, you're going to take a wild venture to say it's very early morning, considering how the sun has barely rose.
> Despite your uncanny bad luck, you've received complimentary peanuts this time around, but boy were they super salty.
> Perhaps if your peanuts didn't come in the form of a sky blue pegasus nestled against your side, you'd understand why they weren't packed with sodium.
> Believe it or not, packaged peanuts this epically cool do not come in the wrappers you're used to.
> Sure, you might be blathering on about poorly done philosophy, but you seriously just had a horrid dream, one vivid and stained with tears.
> You don't even lift your head; it's a bother to interrupt the peaceful pony laying nearby you.
> It's not even worth that stinging tear that's irritating your cheek as it runs down.
> The window nearby, slowly but surely filling up with the radiance outside that will soon engulf the day, is but a gleaming indication that another adventure is soon to begin.
> Now, you still feel a tad spoiled, considering the past couple of months have been quite hectic, considering you've been attacked on numerous occasions, some of them quite vicious, other times pure accidental.
> You've made foes with rocks, rabbits, and other inanimate objects alike, but it's far outnumbered by the number of friends you've procured in almost three months.
> Plus, you have hundreds of handmade gnomes, your beautiful children of the garden.
> You still don't understand their true capabilities, but you're certain the love they have for you will reveal that in due time.
> You miss your gnomes; life has gotten fairly bland without them.
> Even while staying over in Dashie's home with her, you kinda wish something blew up or the like...
> At least have an epic throw down with Death, or something!
> Good lord, this story has been quite boring so far, but hey, that's what you get when the most badass flier around is sleeping within 2 feet of you, right?
> Time for the mare to get up anyhow, she needs to move clouds soon.
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"Oi, Rainbow, time to get to work."
> Dead silence, every time. Over to your right, she doesn't even budge from her position with her back to you.
> You know how this game works. It's been like this for the past two weeks, and every time she pretends to sleep until you pull some stunt.
> Generally nuzzling against her neck or something affectionate does the trick, but you decide she shouldn't be spoiled rotten every morning.
> You wiggle your happy self over next to her, and manage to get your right arm under her neck, positioning yourself parallel to her.
> You're within inches from Dash now, and you definitely can tell she's waiting for that nuzzle.
> You got darker plans in your schedule.
> Rubbing her stomach with your left hand in an affectionate manner, you slowly make your way down like the stealthy snake you are.
> "Mmmm..." Rainbow grunted, oblivious to your plot.
> She's actually asleep, the poor pony. You're about to give her one fun awakening.
> Using skills not even Solid Snake himself could dream of honing, you've successfully penetrated the comfort zone down between her legs.
> "Mrrrhm... mmh?" She mumbles, wisely leaving her REM.
> Targetfound.jpg      
> You give a Frieza worthy grin, a toothy smile at what you’ve found.
"You're too late, Vegeta, the Dragon Balls are mine..."
> You palm your hand, one finger sticking out.
> LOK'TAR OGAR!
> In you go, your index finger completely rubbing past the holy spot known as the clitoris, and delving into the caves below.
> You manage to slide it all the way in against a decent amount of abrasion, and you play tickle tickle on the inside.
“Peekaboo!
> Her eyes frantically shoot wide open, wings immediately unleashed, and-
> AWAY
> SHE
> GOES!
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> "AIYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
> You are impressed by her new shattered record, 0 to Sonic Rainboom within a second.
> You neglected the notion that the shockwave would send you flying across the room, along with any objects not firmly attached to the house.
> Rainbow is now making laps around the top of the ceiling, blindly confused at the sudden attack.
> You're doing level 3 dodge maneuvers, making ballerina spins to dodge her to and fro.
> She eventually makes it to the window, clearing it open like a CD wrapper of your favorite band's latest album, and takes off into the sky.
> Well, higher sky; considering you're like a freaking mile off the ground already.
> So, after the winds of Hurricane Rainbow Dash subside, you get to your feet and take a looksee outside.
> Oh yeah, she's pushing clouds now, and the look of confusion on her face is priceless.
> Once you explain to her what happened, you hope she'll come to forgive you.
> IF you tell her.
> Putting things back in their spots and making the bed, you go to the kitchen and put together a pony makeshift version of coffee.
> This crud is nothing compared to the liquid greatness you usually get at the shop, but, well... it does the job.
> Better than an unknown object randomly entering your holy ground, anyways, as you humor yourself with the memory imprinted in your mind.
> You let out a chuckle; it was totally worth it.
----
> Alright, now that your body has its hourly minimum of caffeine and other sugary substance, you're ready to oversee the current status of your home.
> Since its deterioration, you've went to Twilight Sparkle in hoping to seek solutions to repairing it without having to harass the living hell out of Applejack and her family.
> After spending hours researching on it, she's managed to show you an animation spell, capable of turning inanimate objects into capable workers.
> In which you have hundreds of garden gnomes now walking around your house, fixing things back to new.
> You've disabled their lethal side, making them your beloved stone children you always dreamed of having;
> Who work for free.
> LolnochildlaborlawsinEquestriamotherfuckers
> Taking use of the remodeled hot air Spike and Twilight was kind enough to lend you, you eventually make your trek back to the glorious and terrifying town known as Ponyville.
> Lazily descending, Rainbow Dash spots you and happily flies on over to your aerial doomsday machine of cheap proportions.
> Landing on the basket, she steadies herself and lands in quite dramatically.
> Judges?
> 10s across the board!
> "Heya, uhm.. Anon."
> You give her a hearty smirk, not sure as to whether she finally caught on to what happened earlier.
"Hey Dashie, get all the clouds in check this morning?"
> "Oh yeah, and boy did I get right out there! I was flying so fast, it was like my mane was on fire!"
"Maybe you were going so fast, the friction of the air molecules caught aflame?"
> "Nyeheh, you know I hate egghead stuff like that! Say, Anon… Mind if I ask a question?"
> Ruh roh, looks like you're about to be smoked out, as you prepare the silver tongue of persuasion.
> Nayru knows being hundreds of feet above the ground with an angry pegasus can lead to a poor ending.
"Fire away. Well, ask away, I'd rather not be shot."
> "Look who's talking, Mr. 'I'mma firin' mah Patriot'!"
> She definitely does not know her beautiful reference, but you pat her on the head for saying it anyways. As usual, this makes her either nervous or embarrassed, probably both.
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> "Anon... eh! About this morning, what happened?"
> Well, grab the Triforce and rule the world, she went straight for the gold.
"Well, do you want an honest answer, the right answer, or an over explained honestly right answer?"
> She gives you a stare that clearly says you're gonna be dun goofed if you don't answer properly.
> "Anon. Spill the beans."
"I decided to perform a human oriented act of stimulating the clitoris using phlanges as a vector of stimu-"
> "ANON!"
> Geez, nice try! You sleazy dog, you.
"I fingered you."
> Her eyes seem to be bulging for a second, not able to comprehend what in Chuck Norris’s beard the simple phrase means.
> "Err... finger...?"
"Does it make any sense to you, perse, if you were to 'hoof yourself'?"
> "I don't exactly need to brohoof myself, no, that's what everyone is for!"
> Private Left Hand, your target is forehead, initiate the charge.
> Swinging motion initiated!
> Contact with forehead made.
"Here, let me show you then, I guess."
> You sit down in the basket, cross-legged, and pat your lap.
"Sit down here, your back to mine."
> She's flashing wild shades of red on her face now, but proceeds to obey.
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> Due to SOPA, this next scene has been deleted due to protect Copyright Infringement, in accordance to Act 13.2-
> Nahhh, I'm just fucking with you.
-Tyko
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> You get her comfortable, rest her body against your chest. You once again can feel her breathing against your chest, and you notice she's trying to inhale the same time as you.
"Sorry Dashie, but I think I may have the larger lung capacity. Nice try though."
> She turns her head at you and pouts, and you see she is giving you the most embarrassed face yet.
> “I don’t really like the idea of having others touch me, but since it’s you…”
> It's a weird feeling, having her vulnerable like this, but it's making you excited at the same time.
> Well, it looks like a serving of extra blood pumping has arrived, and the slumbering king below has awoken and is preparing to leave the castle;
> And guess who is on your lap to notice it?
> "Uhm, Anon.. do I feel your...?"
"Don't worry about it; this moment is yours for now. Now, prepare yourself, and spread your hind legs a bit."
> She does as she's told before she gives you a confused look.
> "Prepare myself for what?"
> Before she can complete the thought, you wrap your arms around her and rest your chin on your shoulder.
"Two things: Say it's ok, and don't move. May I finger you?"
> Oh lord, you think she's about to piss herself at what this could mean. Does she think I'm going to end her or something?
> Oh, I'll end her, alright. End her in glory-
> FOR THE HORDE!
> She's shaking now; it looks like all her confidence is for flying.
> You loosen up around her, and pat her head. Alright, this is too much for her.
"You're fine, Dash, you don't have to force yourself."
> She snaps out of her trance and gives you a cold stare more assertive than Iron Will himself.
> You swear you can see a reflection of him in her eyes-
> He's wearing a toga.
> "I swear if you don't do whatever the hell this is, I won't forgive you. Just do i-"
> You kiss her, your noses pressing against each other. Her sentence trails off in a muffled moan.
> You can tell she's just as inexperienced as you, but the workouts you've given each other these past two weeks has finally come to fruition, as she decides to let her tongue turn into the dominant figure.
> Both of you never even consider anything beyond this, her moreso out of naivety than you with your hesitance on the subject.
> As she's turning both mouths into an intense game of Battlefront 2, you move your hand down, oblivious to her as you stroke her neck with your other hand.
> It wasn't until you made contact with her treasured goods below she stopped her tongue conquest, and gave a very loud squeak.
> Wait, she squeaked?
> Really?
> You can't help but laugh.
-----
> "W-w-w-w-what?! You... you touched me d-d-d-down th-th-....!"
"I gotta admit, you're managing a lot better than what you pulled off this morning."
> Comprehension and realization slowly dawns on her face, eyes widening once more as she looks up at you.
> She attempts to say something, but remains quiet and looks expectantly at you.
> "W-w-why... did you stop?"
> Well, you'll be damned, time to give her a run for her money.
> She reaches to kiss you, using her front hooves to adjust herself to you.
> Apparently the half second of fresh air was enough for the mighty king to exit the castle, and out to the courtyard he goes!
> As Dash lies back down, she stops, pulls her face back, and goes to think for a moment.
> Whatthehellisgoingoninthere.gif
> A thinking Dash can't be a good Dash, as you sit there pokerfaced at her, not moving an inch.
> Looking at you intently, she moves her flank a decent amount against the inside of your thighs.
> You wince slightly, but the royal subjects below are obviously pleased at the sudden attention.
> The grin Rainbow gives was one of darkest evil, surpassing altogether the Joker, Grinch, and Lelouch combined.
> She knows you like Krabby Patties.
> She begins rubbing to and fro, watching your reaction as she grinds into your lap.
> Two can play at this game, you sniveling hibblenasher!
> You put not one, but both your hands over her crotch, one to stimulate her, the other to tease the cave to be plundered.
> She squeaks again, stopping in her motion, but she purses her lips and keeps going like the trooper she is.
"Alright, Dashie, you asked what it is, fasten your seatbelt and enjoy the ride!"
> She tenses suddenly, right as you were about to stick your middle finger in.
> No way in Davy Jone’s locker is anything going in her like that.
"Dash, relax. When I said prepare yourself I didn't mean attempt to crush my finger."
> You soothingly rub her chest, disconcerted by the fact it's as flat as Mike Jagger's singing career.
> She slows down her pace and breathing and you feel herself loosening up below.
> You don't waste a moment as you slide your finger in, inching as you reach further.
> She squeaks a little bit before quietly moaning at the sudden feeling.
> The noise she makes is physical ecstasy to your ears, and you can't help but make a low groan of your own, so quiet you doubt she heard it.
> Her pursed lips grow into a smile, as she rests your head against your chest
> Guess she can hear you just as well as you can her.
> You follow against her slow motion, stimulating her softly once again with your other hand.
> She's gasping occasionally at the shock of feeling such a thing, but the squeaks have taken a break apparently.
-----
> A couple minutes later, you're breaking into a sweat as much as she is, and you're quite sure you're winning the war of the tongue.
> You can feel her getting more and more wet below, and you switch from one finger to two, and begin a more vigorous motion against the inside of her.
> Things are getting hot, and you feel like an hour of this would put out in a week's worth of LSD.
> "Heya, guys, uhm, what are ya doin'?"
> Your back arches like a cat pet the wrong way, your fingers still in Rainbow.
> Both of you turn your head to the source of the voice in question fast enough to crick your neck.
> You knew you recognized that once-edited voice from anywhere, and now was not the time that you wanted to finally encounter this wonderful mare.
> In her grandiose entry, you have finally have met Derpy, whose somewhat unfixated eyes both somehow are looking at different parts of the very intriguing scenario; one on you and Rainbow's face inches apart, and the other on your hand taking a smoke break from her crotch.
> Rainbow Dash is about to commit murder to hide the evidence, but you manage to put your other hand on her shoulder, giving her a nod.
"Hey Derpy, we were just tickling each other and having fun. How's it going?"
> She nods happily at the clever explanation without any questioning, but returned a look of being confounded.
> "I'm doin' jus' fine, but..
> Who
> is
> Derpy?"
> Your eyes dilate, your breathing shuts down as your brain comes to a screaming halt.
> No.
> NO.
> THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING.
> Rainbow nudges you, clearly concerned at your look of exaggerated appall.
> "Anon, that's Ditzy Doo, I thought you said you knew all about the ponies here?"
> The suddenly unknown pony across from you gives a smile, flapping her wings as she points to herself.
> "Uh huh! Ditzy Doo, that's my name!"
> Your brain is tearing at your now; you know this is not how it was. You look around, moving your hands to press against the basket. Your chest feels like its splitting open in pain, and you clench with all your might against the wicker, begging it to go away.
> You're sorry, pony god, she can be Ditzy Doo, just spare your wrath!
> You reached pony god's voicemail.
> "Anon, what's wrong?"
> Things are quickly losing focus, as double vision soon takes over. You look around in panic, trying to focus on something, anything.
> And you thought you were tripping your first day here; that was nothing to what's going on now. You got every bloody drug South America has to offer pumping in you now, or so it seems.
> Rainbow Dash has turned around already, putting her hooves on your chest and staring straight into your eyes, as you slowly watch her and everything around you fade to black.
"Sorry, Dash, I think it's nap time...guh.."
> Black surrounds you, and your ears have soon lose its ability to hear. As the feeling of pain, the wind, and Rainbow Dash, flicker away, you soon realize just what is happening, and you sadly accept what time is upon you.
> "Anon, look at me, get up! Anon! ANON!"
> You close your eyes and accept death to finally pick you up in his cheap taxi, and everything blurs out to white.
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> Well, aren't you just skippingly excited to be back in this white hell; and if to make things worse, everything is swirling around you wildly.
> Damned if you ever curse this horrid dimension again, this is like being wasted in a padded room, one obscenely huge padded room.
> To your knees you go, after images repeating your action a dozen times over.
> Whoaaaaaa, trippyyyy!
> If it wasn't for the lack of feeling, you think death was messing with ya before he hauls your happy ass to wherever the hell he has planned.
> And you were hoping Equestria was heaven too.
> In the spinning motion all around you, you start screaming, unable to hear your own voice. Visions of what you been through has been through flow around you, a river of recap;
> Running wild through Ponyville, duking it out (questionably) with the Royal Guard.
> Painting and cloning your beloved gnomes, always secretly swearing they'll be the talk of all of Equestria.
> Luna giving you for first ever bro-hoof, Celestia hooking you up with more finances that you could ever spend.
> Attacking a rabbit, meeting Fluttershy almost naked, the first time Rainbow Dash got your back.
> Cake. Enough said.
> Whoa, what's.. this?
-----
> A single image, one clearer than anything before, rippling in front of you, visible nonetheless. Nothing like the cartoon fantasy you've adjust to, you realize how foreign your previous reality looks.
> You see a road, a professional road, and from the view you can only assume that your head is lying on its side, the world perpendicular to you.
> Iron and steel scrap everywhere, a.. car? Destroyed beyond measure, glass is casted everywhere on the road, with flames flaring everywhere.
> But what caught your attention the most was the only thing you see of yourself, your arm stretched out on the concrete.
> Cut and torn, blood is pouring steadily out, and it appears your bones are bent at an odd angle. A few yards away, you see a finger lying on its own, separate from your hand.
> Your blood is making a puddle, as the apparition starts to lose focus.
> Somebody is trying to get himself out of the wreck, and eventually he does, battered and bruised.
> He runs towards you, kneeling down to survey the damage. You can tell from the way he looks at you that it isn't good.
> "Hey, just hold in there! I'm going to call an ambulance, hang tight!"
> You watch as the vision blurs away as the man pulls out a phone.
> “Well, hello there, kiddo.”
-----
> With a start, you’re tossed into a black void, slightly more depressing than the whiteout dreams you’re used to, once again.
> Looking at your hands and body, you’ve thankfully returned to your cel shaded self, and fingers intact.
> However, the mysterious voice that dragged you into this dark hole has yet to make an appearance, as you shout out meekly at an attempt to make contact.
“Uh… hello?”
> A stirring noise of wind flutters about you, yet you feel nothing but an empty feeling and a slight chill of cold air.
> “Why, hello! I was fucking hoping for this moment, for you and I to have a little… heart-to-heart, if you will.”
> You hastily whip your head around, still contentedly sitting on your knees and hands, and you see that you’re not as alone as you thought.
> It appears that your presence has gained the attention of a good friend of yours.
“Oh… it’s you.”
> “ ‘Oh, it’s you’? Is that really how you should greet Death, punk? I have half a mother fucking mind to shred your entrails out a thousand times over before I take you to the underworld.”
> There he stands, a bare skeleton with grey silken hair, garbed only by the black linen cloth you’ve seen him wear countless times since your encounter in Equestria.
> Giving a mocking grin, it seems he wants to have a friendly chitchat before he gives the final blow.
> “Do you even know who I am, my name perchance?”
“It’s Death, right? Or do you prefer the name Grim Reaper?”
> With that response, he gives a cold rattling laugh, his decayed lungs exhaling as he stirs a chill up your spine. Rubbing his finger at the edge of his decorated scythe, he slowly looks from it to you, his hallowed eyes giving an empty stare.
> “Death, eh? I suppose you should see me as that, it make sense; however, do you not realize the full potential of who I am? There was never a person like me in the show, was there?”
“Well, no, but… it makes sense, considering that it appears I’m dead.”
> He ponders on this, curiously wondering on how to respond, as he raises a finger to his chin.
> “So, you don’t know yet.. you don’t know. I guess it doesn’t matter then, after all.”
“What doesn’t matter? Are you not Death?”
> Perhaps he’s just a street performer in a well-made costume, who knows?
> “Oh, I’m motherfucking Death alright; I am that dude you see when you know that you’re fucked. However… well, like I said, does not matter. Live and let live, right?”
> Fancy hearing a phrase like that from him, as you get to your feet.
“Mind telling me how I died?”
> “Yup.”
> Lolwut.wtf
“Beg your pardon?”
> “I do mind. By rights I don’t have to disclose to you jack shit when I reap your soul and make my fun journey to the burning bowels of Hell.”
“Don’t you mean Tartarus?”
> He freezes, suddenly unsure as to how to answer that.
> “Well, uh… hm. Not sure how I should answer that.”
“You should know, considering you’ve been there many times before, right?”
> “Of fucking course I’ve been down to, uh… ‘there’, it’s just, well… you know what? Fuck it. You are going to die now.”
> Well, then! Time to cut the small talk.
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> He promptly closes the gap between you and him, as he gives a vicious vertical swing at your neck.
> Within half a second, you dodge the blow just in time. Excellent reflexes, you!
> But not a moment too soon, as you have to roll out of harm’s way as he takes a second swipe at you.
> “What is this bullshit? You’re dead, or about to be anyways. You fucked me over so many times with your fancy pants healing spells, and mother fucking senzu beans!”
> Watching as you make a dash for your life, he gives a hearty sigh while facepalming himself.
> “Seriously, people these days… I thought ponies were bad…”
> He lifts the handle of his scythe up, before slamming it into the ground.
> A floor of skulls materializes beneath you, expanding infinitely to the darkened blank horizon.
> “This is MY world, mother fucker, and don’t you DARE think you hold a chance surviving me here.”
> Welp, now would be the time to run like a little girl, even if Death finds it amusing, as you book it across the skulls and bones.
> “You son of a BITCH!”
> He continues the chase, slightly faster than you, as he glides with his scythe ready to strike down.
> At the last moment, and you hear the swing, you stop and launch yourself backward, landing underneath him as he splits a random skull in two.
> Cursing, Death turns around to find you sprinting into another random direction, infuriated at you making a fool out of him!
> “There is NO ESCAPE!” He yells, swinging his scythe through the air.
> A wave of skulls forms behind you, building momentum as it closes in.
“Crap crap crap crap CRAAAP!”
> You become engulfed as the wave forms a barrage of a giant skull out of the smaller ones, swallowing you and crashing down in a mound.
> Stunned and fazed by the tackle, you’re trapped under the weight of the bones, barely able to see into the darkness.
> “Where is that son of a bitch?!”
> You’re debating whether or not to burst out, when you hear a sweet sound of such familiar memories.
> “Oh, Anon… where are you?”
> It’s your mother.
> Trying your best to hold your cool and not make too much noise, you turn your head around to see a most terrifying sight.
> Disregarding the whole losing battle with death in a battlefield of bones, of course.
> A single skull in the rubble around you has its eye sockets glowing with a green flame.
> Jiggling it’s jaw, it calls out for you.
> “Anon, silly Anon, you look like you’re in trouble…”
“Mom… what’s going on? What can I do?”
> “Come over…”
> Under the wise words of your mother, you shuffle noisily, and much to the attention of Death, flowing above the hill.
> “There you are, you little twit!”
> Finally close enough to hear her clearly, you look into those fiery eyes.
“What should I do, mom?”
> You gaze deeply into the flames, compelling you to fight on…
> “Sweetheart, you should…”
> The flames puff out in smoke.
> “Give up.”
> MOM?!
> Death: “HYAAAAAH!”
“AAAAAUGH!”
> The scythe got you this time, it’s raggedly curved blade slicing across the front of your shoulder.
> Death, jeering in victory, rips you out of the pile, launching you into the air as the blade continues to assail you when you leave its shredding grip.
> Crashing into, unsurprisingly, more skulls, you feel your body going into shock as your arm hangs limp.
> Trying to get on your feet, blood is gushing out, and trauma is starting to take hold of you.
> Death, landing on his feet a few yards from you, inspects the scene with a grave smile.
> Finally standing, you press your hand over the gaping wound, not able to stop it from pouring out.
> You’re starting to feel lightheaded, once again, as Death gives his trademark laugh.
> “Now this is a sight! Poor, POOR Anon! Trying to run from my fucking grasp of death, like an ant trying to run from a size 13 sneaker. Truly splendid!”
> That voice…
“What… are you… Death… and Discord, now?”
> He raises his bony hand to his mouth, afraid he may have given something away.
> “Shut it, bitch, it’s time for you to watch as I remove your he-hea-h-h… the hell?”
> Your vision starting to clear up, you feel the blood flow suddenly stop, as you look at your wound.
> Shrinking in size, soon only a scar remains over once was a fatal injury.
> It appears that, so long as you’re under the influence of Equestria’s reality, you still retain Twilight’s healing spell.
> Death, seeing this as well, flips his lid at this point.
> “Are you… ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? Wait, no…”
> He walks back and forth, pondering over this as you look around for some sort of escape.
> Of course, there isn’t, as you’re at the mercy of Death here. You either gotta tick him off enough to let you go, or let him end you, and you’re not exactly excited with either prospect.
> Checking your left arm, it appears that it’s usable, but it’s going to take a little while to get it back in business.
> Despite this, you can’t help but see something amongst the rubble, sticking sorely out of place.
> Only Death, you and the three stooges could possibly know what it is, but you pray to the three Goddesses that it’s something to aid you.
> “This is good; it means I can take my time with this… regeneration, alright. Alright! Let’s resume this massacre!”
> He unleashes a flurry of swipes with intensity not unlike you’ve ever seen, as you enter Lvl 5 Jimmy Stirred Dodge Maneuvers, the pride and joy of your wild encounters with Fluttershy.
> “I wonder… if I were to chop you in half… would you fuse back together, or perform mitosis?”
“As if I’m going to let you find out!”
> Death once again tries to slice you vertically, catching the back of your hair as you launch yourself into the air.
> “God damnit! Quit your fucking jumping! Ugh, what?!”
> It appears in his gloriously missed swing, he has his scythe caught on a skull.
> Skull: “*Troll face* You mad bro?”
> Death: “You bet your pasty white head I am!”
> While he’s trying to shake it off, you land near the object in question.
> Upon closer inspection, you spy a silver hilt, crafted delicately and laced into an intricate design.
> A sword? You’ll take anything at this point; you weren’t eager to start chucking skulls at the lord of demise.
> However, it’s the gem inside the hilt that gives it away; a sapphire stone, your eyes widen as you find yourself within the presence of a materia.
> Could it possibly be…?
> You grab the hilt, and pull it out of the bones, as it cleanly slices anything that is unfortunate enough to touch it.
> As you liberate it from the rubble, you admire its fine red blade, with mythril edges; this is not just a sword, but a beautiful rapier.
> It looks like Genesis may have dropped it down here.
> Death, who decided that plucking off the skull with his hand was a brighter idea that flailing it senselessly, has returned his attention to his weak and helpless foe.
> What he finds, instead, is you, swinging your new weapon majestically as you point it at Death in a most intimidating manner.
> “You… how… this world, its..!”
“This is my story,” You say, crouching and slinging the blade on your shoulders.
“And you’re not a part of it.”
-----
> Sadly, you cannot activate the rapier’s full potential with your other arm not functioning, but you’ve become a formidable opponent regardless.
> Death, who seems to be silently beside himself with fury, is now slowly floating in your way. A hand on his chin, he ponders out loud
> “This is… but.. you know nothing! How can this…? I see.”
> Enough with the sentence fragments, please.
“What do you see?”
> He snaps up from his brainstorming, as it seems he’s come to a conclusion.
> “None of your fucking business, asswipe. The only thing I see is a rat that is caught in a trap.”
“Yeah, well, let’s see how you can handle a rat with a rapier.”
> The both of you charge at each other, weapons drawn as they both swing to a clash.
> Sparks fly everywhere as metal collides with metal, and waves of energy flow between the two of you, rippling skulls everywhere.
> “What power… to think that you could wield such a weapon with such weak power…”
“Yeah, well, the guy who originally owned this was a pain in the ass!”
> Suddenly, Death presses hard with both his arms, as you slowly get dragged backwards.
> “You were never a match for me… watch this…”
> He takes one of his hands, and begins threateningly reaching for you.
> Now, this might feel like common sense, but when death reaches out to touch you, you get a freakishly intense desire to relocate yourself from him.
> In a manner of pure desperation, you give a gut wrenching push with your sword, sending Death humorously back flipping into some skulls, as well as clearing off the hand that was trying to play tag.
> That took way more effort than you had to spare, and you’re suddenly exhausted, as Death wildly curses in your general direction.
> “You imbecile, you fiend! You took off my fucking hand, you know how much that fucking hurts?! Let me see if you like it if I chopped yours off!”
“You were trying to touch me! I’ve seen enough Gundam to know what a hand can do!”
> “Fool! I was only trying to instantly kill you!”
> Oh, because that totally is persuasive enough for you to allow it to happen.
> “Now, where is my hand… fucking bones… FUCKING BONES!”
> He’s angrily stomping about, searching for his missing hand, when you realize your arm is intact, raising it and flexing your hand.
> Feels good, man; that was your jacking arm.
-----
> You hold the rapier parallel with the ground, and you raise your other hand to the hilt, as the materia inside blesses your hand with a mighty power.
“This world needs a new hero…”
> Runes appear on the sword as you run your hand down its side, as the blade shines with a brilliant red hue.
> Death, once again preoccupied to realize another major plot point, finally realizes that something has turned against his favor.
> “What in God’s older brother’s Harley is THAT?”
“Your downfall!”
> Death, his hand back in socket, swings like he has never before, the power racking waves upon waves as you violently charge in at him.
> One by one, the masses of skulls are effortlessly pierced, and soon you are with striking distance of the foe in question.
> “You’ll never leave here alive, you fucking bastard!”
“Let’s see you try!”
> Sparks fly, as you appear behind Death.
> A moment’s pause, before the scythe’s blade shatters and Death lands on his knee.
> “This is… utter… bullshit… I run this shithole, how can he…?”
> You turn around to make a witty response, when suddenly you freeze, a force almost as tedious as death gripping your lungs.
> The splitting of each and every cell in your chest causes an explosion of pain that could drive any man insane.
> Thankfully you’re quite already insane, so this is the usual day of hard knocks; sadly, that does not help with you screaming like you’ve been doused with gasoline and tossed in a pit with a dozen angry dragons.
> Joining Death with a moment of prayer, you fall to your knees, foaming in the mouth.
> If he had eyeballs, Death would have them bulging at this point, mesmerized by the awkward scene of you, as his hated adversary, having a stroke of some sort.
> “Hey, uh… kid? Are you ok? I need to kill you and all, but… I don’t have the heart if you’re going to act like that…”
> Back on all fours, you feel light beating against your back, as your vision swirls once more, and you feel a sense of ascension. Not knowing where you’re going, you accept the agony as redemption as you evaporate into the mesh of colors once more.
> Death’s jaw dislocates from the rest of his skull at the bizarre sight of his prey randomly disappearing.
> “WHAT.”
-----
> As you continue your wild trek through some sort of drug-induced whirlwind of color, you slowly but surely hear something.
> It slowly gains volume, and you start to make sense to the madness as pain slowly crawls from your entire body to your head.
> "He just had a heart attack, there's not enough blood going through him! We're losing him!"
> "He has no pulse, performing CPR now!"
> "Nurse, get me the AED, pronto!"
-----
> You feel the pain slipping away again, thankful for it to go away once more.
> Why can't whoever it is leave you alone? Each time they talk it hurts the living daylights out of you. Do they get kicks out of stabbing your chest?
> "Everyone, stand clear, charging! Clear!"
> BzzzzzzZAP!
> HOLYFUCKSHITCOCKGODDAMNMOTHERFUCKER
> Your eyes shoot white open, as the white world begins swirling even faster, turning into a wormhole.
> Your acid trip keeps getting better and better, can't you at least watch Godzilla and King Kong duke it out a- ZZBBRBHRMH
> "Pulse has returned! He's coming to!"
> The white fades into color, like an old television with someone plugging cable into the back.
> Your eyes still can't adjust to the bright lights around you, and with pain and confusion dominate your sense, you can't even bother to move.
> You feel as if you’ve been strapped down by leather, as metal appears everywhere.
> Oh lord, don't let this be Cupcakes, you promised never to piss off Pinkie Pie!
> Looks like your mind is not stopping here, and awayyyyy you go!
> Welcome back, weird wormhole thing, how I missed you so.
> Because this whole episode wasn’t crazy enough.
> Back in color again, woot! Now this is something to pay for, who do you have to call for more colored wormholes?
> "SHIT, we're losing him again! Clear back!"
> Whoever in Death Mountain said that can go fuck themselves, no chance in hell are you going to agree with experience with that fucking fanfic, especially firsthand.
> bzzzz
> OWWFUCKGODDAMNNOTAGAINJESUSTITTYFUCKINGCHRIST
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> "Damn it Anon! Come back here right now!"
> "Doctor, it's useless, he's gone back to his coma."
> "I don't care, COME BACK!"
> Those last two words from the burly sounding man kept echoing in your head.
> Soon those two words are being said by another, mixing together into an audio blend of weirdness.
> Is that... Dashie?
> "Anon, we need you, please come back, I can't let you go now, please come back..."
> Soon things fade again, the pain subsiding, but this time is to black.
> Black is good, you think; like you always said, if it's white you're probably gonna die.
> Lolwut.jpg
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> Only Nozdormu knows how much time has passed, but with a slow stir, your eyes come aflutter, taking in the scene before you. Well, it's not as bad as the first time you've blacked out.
> Alright, with sound conclusion, you're most certainly in a bed. This is good, albeit creepily familiar. This is definitely not Fluttershy's, so you apparently scored something in the luck department.
> You shift ever slightly, and silently manage lift yourself up to survey the scene.
> Great Gorons, one episode is enough for you recognize the plain colored curtains, the disgusting food on a near table, and the Rainbow Dash sleeping on the side of your bed.
> Welcome to the Ponyville Hospital, its joyous and caring treatment beyond all reason of explanation.
> Looks like late morning, judging by the sun through the window shades.
> Oh hey, you're still wearing your clothes! That's enough to make your day.
> Wait a minute, here… did you say Rainbow Dash, on the side of your bed? You snap your head at the bizarre sight.
> D'aww, she's been staying by your side this entire time. Or at least, the time you were conscious.
> Well, that's the left side, and when you're obliviously looking to the right...
> Snozzleberries.
> The ever so lovable Fluttershy is resting her head against your other leg, a look of stress on her face.
> You tense up for a moment, only to realize that she’s not going to attack you.
> You give a quiet sigh of relief before slumping back down.
> She hasn't been on your case for a while, and quite frankly you've been nothing more than a dick to her.
> You think it might be a time to talk to her, soon. Forgive and forget, right?
-----
> You take each hand and softly put it on their heads, running it through their manes. How different each one is; Flutter's long silky flow, and Dashie's short rough puff.
> You can't help but be thankful to be back, despite whatever the hell happened;
> And you forgot to buy a t-shirt, curses!
> While some parts still feel vivid, your head is clouding up your memories faster than you can secure them. Flagnabbit, head, stop clouding my episode up!
> Brain: Go fuck yourself, I can do what I want!
> Screw it, important thing is you're not in a hole in the ground.
> After a few minutes of gentle stroking, Rainbow Dash wiggles a bit, slowly coming to.
> Groggily looking forward, you can't help but see the shadow and bags under her eyes; she must've been up a while.
> Finally half-awake, she gives a routine look towards you and realizes you're not sleeping,
> Or dead, you guess.
> She goes to shout in glee, but you thrust a finger towards your mouth, nearly lodging it into your left nostril, and pointing at the yellow and pink fluff on the other side of the bed.
> She looks at Fluttershy, giving a look that conceals a mixture of hatred and jealousy, before gazing at you, clearly marked with hours, days even, of stress and worry.
> Great oogly moogly; you've been causing these ponies a lot of trouble, despite your best interest. You gotta learn to, y'know, try to die less often.
> You motion her towards you, and she very willingly climbs into the bed, nestling into your side. Shedding a tear, she presses herself against you, as you wrap an arm around her.
> "I thought... you were... not going to..."
"Don't worry, Death won't take me that easily."
> You’re lying through your teeth, of course, he had you on nails the entire time.
-----
> Death is not pleased. He's usually ticked off in general, but this is a major exception.
> You've seriously dodged his gentle, almost loving arms a number of times, somehow always avoiding his final verdict. No number of innocent forest critters can sooth his quivering rage.
> Not even catfish, and he HATES catfish. He can NEVER explain just how much his hatred extends of cats and fish, not to mention this horrid abomination
> And he's killed to his heart’s content out of at least a dozen of them, it did not tickle his fancy a single bit after meeting your sorry soul.
> Playing poker with his co-workers Famine and Druggie McDrugster, he discusses this problem of a survival paragon.
> "Hey, Famine, I got a guy that simply WILL not die. Like, seriously, the asshat will not croak, and he's been in situation of death more often than George W. Bush at a tour to Iraq, and I thought THAT fucker was hard to please. Any ideas?"
> "Yeah, raise it up 15 souls!" He responds, pushing up some chips in a rightful manner. "I suppose if you starve the fucker to death, that'd be my way to do it."
> "You'd think that'd work," Death said, both him and Druggie matching the bet. "But this bitch has been on the brink of starvation, and he book shit across a town. Running on empty and the guy is launching himself in the air like some Rock Lee wannabe."
> “Oh yeah, sounds like a real champ,” Druggie responds, shuffling with his hand. “You can always do him in with a nice overdose, that’s how I done in Jimmy Hendrix.”
> "Whoa, WHOA, UNFUCKING-CALLED FOR," Death said, slamming his cards on the table.
> "Full House."
> "Damn it!" "Mother fucker!"
-----
> Rainbow Dash is quietly snuggling into your arm, Fluttershy still resting in her usual spot, when the rest of the party squad come strolling in.
> Hearing the noise, Fluttershy promptly wakes up, and upon realizing you were among the living, gives a noisy yell before pouncing on top of you, crushing your groin with a hoof, and earning a death stare from Rainbow.
> Fluttershy: "Oh my goodness, Anon! Why didn't you wake me up sooner, I've been so worried about you!"
> Dashie: "Get in line, sister, we've all been worried about him."
"Rainbow, she was just as frightened as you were, that's no way to talk to your friend, no matter the circumstances."
> How you manage to say that with a straight face while your balls are in a vice is a mystery to this day, but your words certainly took a humbling blow to Dashie's ego as she rethought her words.
> "Yeah, you're right, sorry Fluttershy..."
> Twilight: "I'm so glad you made it, when we heard that you collapsed flying down, we had you taken here immediately, but there was nothing they knew what to do, so we were so worried that-"
> Applejack: "Hold on dere, Twilight, give the man his space. Anon needs his rest and whatnot, don't be pesterin' him too much."
-----
> Rarity, not the most fond of you but caring nonetheless, uses her horn to bring the food you've been trying to defensively ignore for the past half hour, settling it on your lap between you and Fluttershy, who's relocated herself with the rest of the group around your bed.
> Dashie, however, appears quite content to stay where she's at, and gives you a smirk after witnessing the grimace on your face with the food so close.
> "What's the matter, don't like what's on the menu?"
"I don't want to hear that from you, you hate this stuff more than I do!"
> "Yeah, well, I'm not the one hurt here, now am I?  Nyehehe"
> You slam into the meal with modest intensity while they continue to conversate.
> Fluttershy: "It was such a good thing there were two pegasi there to speed the balloon down to the hospital, who knows what might've happened..."
> Applejack: "If it weren't for those two being right there, Anon here might've been in some deeep trouble. Thankfully we were all there to help!"
> Yeah, keep milking it, you chimmy chonger.
> Rarity: "Oh Anon, your table manners are simply naught! Have they not taught you the proper way to eat your meal?"
> You give a convincing look over your tableware set up; it's a pile of what just may be regurgitated dog poo, complete with an infamous plastic fork.
"This is as elegant as it gets, baby."
> Rainbow Dash: "Hey, who are you calling a baby?"
> You give her a look of puzzlement, and realized she wasn't paying attention at all. She's apparently in her Zen state just by being by your side.
> Giving her a pat on the head, you return her into her meditation of divine drooling before you strike a topic with Twilight, all the meanwhile trying to finish (and keep down) this horrid crud you'd call food.
"Say, Twilight, where's, uh.. sigh, where's Ditzy Doo at? I need to thank her for helping me out."
> Twilight Sparkle, usually wielding life itself with her confident smile, plunders into a state of being confounded.
> CONFOUNDTHATPONY.gif
> "Ditzy... who? I don't think I know anypony by that name..."
> You shrug it off, shoveling morsels into the back of your throat so your tongue may not suffer humiliation.
"Y'know… it was Rainbow Dash and Ditzy Doo that was last with me when I had my... spasmodic issue occur."
> You finish up the rest of your disaster they call food when all the ponies stop and look at you in confusion, Dashie included. Twilight was the one to speak up first.
> "Anon... are you sure you saw her? There was only Rainbow Dash and Derpy there."
> WHOOPS, SWALLOWED YOUR SPORK!
-----
> RUH ROH, IT'S LODGED IN YOUR THROAT!
> Applejack: "H-hey! Anon's got something in his throat!"
> You roll out of bed, trying to understand how you literally inhaled your plastic utensil and are now choking. You reach into the back of your throat, nearly grabbing the very end of the handle.
> Every single pony is flipping the freak out, as they just witness a very well done disappearing act.
 
> Rainbow, however, is the most panicked and hopping over to the side of the bed to try to figure out what to do.
> Rainbow Dash: "Alright Anon, I'mma help you out here, let me just-"
> Fluttershy: "HOOOOOOWAAAAAA"
> NO NO NO NO, YOUR HAND JUST GOT IT-!
> Flutter shoots into the air, and not a second spared, she fiercely launches herself ever so kindly into your abdomen, performing the first ever Equestrian Fatal Heimlick Maneuver.
> AWWUUUUUUUGH~!
> You can feel your sternum and ribs collapse as the shitty food you worked so hard to keep down decides to launch out in a geyser, clearing out the spoon, and begin to arc out of your mouth, the gruesome scene horribly shocking the ponies.
> As Mother Nature intended, gravity kicked in as the vomit clears across the floor around you, just as the nurse comes in for her routine check-up.
----
> An hour later, you learned that apparently you were healthy enough to check out of the hospital.
> Wonderful healing spell is wonderful.
> By 'check out', you mean that they gave you a courtesy shower, had you put on your clothes, and kicked your sorry plot to the nearest curb.
> Guess they'll be happy to see you again, as you stroll back into Ponyville with the rest of the gang.
> Giving your awkward last good byes to most of them, you're left with Rainbow, Twilight Sparkle, and of bloody course Fluttershy, leading to a fun time of standing there.
> Yup, just standing there, daring anyone break the ice. Someone, anyone, come on, don't be shy.
> Cor blimey, will someone please talk?
> Fine then, you will. You already have a schedule planned, thanks to your fun time in that ice cold shower they let you take.
"Hey, Twilight, I need to talk to you about a couple of things, is there any way I can meet up with you at your house later?"
> "Why, of course! I'll be organizing my books in alphabetical order for today, so I know where they are to organize them chronologically tomorrow! You can come in anytime."
> What a shocker.
"Alllllrighty then! I'll see you soon."
> She gives her wise sage nod, and trots off back to work. You turn to look at Rainbow Dash, who is ready to pass out right on the spot. Fluttershy looks like she's faring no better.
"Dashie, you need some sleep. Go get your rest, I'll head on up back later today to talk and hang out, alright? I have something cool going on in mind."
> With the look only Al Capone could appreciate, her defiance blatantly showing as she shoots nasty glances at Fluttershy, who's nodding off on the spot.
> "But Anon, I'm suppose t'... protect you..."
"Don't worry, I can take care of my own; she's death as she stands at this rate. I need to talk to her anyhow; there are some things that need to be taken care of. I'll see you soon, sweetheart, alright?"
> Giving a tired blush in your direction, she grunts, and very sluggardly fluffs her wings up, a lazy flight back to her home nearby. You turn to Fluttershy, who's very proficiently managed to power nap where she stood.
-----
"Hey, motherf- eh.. Fluttershy. Fluttershy!"
> As if interrupted from her trance, the bubble coming out of her nose pops as she gives her classic jump of fright. You walk up to her and kneel down.
"Hey, are you doing alright?"
> "I'm so sorry... it's just I haven't slept much lately, with, you know..."
"Well, we need to talk a bit; do you think you'll make it back to your house?"
> She's teetering on the spot, as if it answers your own question. You WERE the one who caused her so much stress in the first place, as you let out a big sigh.
> "I might, but I really don't think s- oh...!"
> She gives a gasp of surprise as you pick her up in your arms, pressing her against your chest.
> Your chest is sore from the blow she delivered earlier, but you're sure within a day or two it'll be just as good as before. Besides, this is nothing compared to the abusive drug trip you had going on in the air balloon.
> "Oh, Anon, you don't have to go that far..."
"Fluttershy, just shush, and hear what I have to say."
> Her voice quiets down at the sternness, but her happiness at the situation has caused her no complaint.
> "Ok."
> You briskly walk through a section of light woods and meadows, before you soon realize that this is the same area you were running from Fluttershy when you first woke up. Looking up, you see the sky is clear, save a few clouds, and the moon chilling in the background. Luna must be asleep right now; that's gotta suck, to have such a demanding third shift job.
> Of course, she's probably used to it now.
"Fluttershy, do you remember what I first said about you, on the day you and I first talked?"
> "..."
"... You can answer me, I won't snap at you for that."
> "Yes, yes I do.."
"What was it I said?"
> "I think... you said I was the most beautiful pony... and that I was your favorite."
> You can already tell this is a sore topic for her, one that has been left to fester all this time. You need to address it properly, though, and you march on.
"You're absolutely right, and to this day I stand by those words, despite our little... mishaps."
> "...Mm."
----
"Fluttershy, although it may sound both odd and weird in many senses, I've known everyone in Equestria, long before I came here. I've witnessed your acts of kindness, your shyness, your innocent attitude. Hell, I've seen when you've gone quite wild, and that one time you pretty much lost it at the Gala."
> "... The Great Galloping Gala? You saw that?"
"Hehe, yeah. But you guys had a good time, and even the best ponies can slip off the edge once in a while, even me. Scratch that, I've probably done more things crazy than what you even hope to accomplish since my time here."
> "I see..."
"My point is, we all have flaws, and despite that, I really like and respect you, even if it's just as a good friend, and I hope we can actually become friends, not... whatever the fuck you can appropriately term us."
> "Uhm... prey and predator?"
> :-l
> Well, geez. She said it, not you.
"Perhaps not to that extent, but the way things are going with us is totally not the way I wanted it to be. I want to change that, starting now, so that you'll be happy, and I don't have to worry about unconsenually committing sexual deeds."
> "I'm sorry..."
> Bitches that give an unexplained apology burn your ass right up, but as its freaking Fluttershy; you'll work with what you got. However, you feel this weird sensation on your arm, as you slow down to investigate.
> Oh, paint you blue. She started quietly crying. Becoming immune to her previously sinister nature, you've forgotten how honestly sensitive she is.
"Don't... ah... sigh."
-----
> You stop under a tree, and lay down against it, placing the saddened mare from your arms to your lap. She looks at you in her tearful confusion as you wipe the tears from her eyes with a sleeve. You can't help but give her a reassuring smile.
> "Anon... I..."
"Fluttershy, I love you in every sense of the word. I care about you deeply, and I want you happy as I would all of my friends here. But you specifically are family to me, and I can't emphasize on how the things you've been trying to pull off with me is beyond what I feel comfortable with."
> She's flustered at this point, having been told what's she been working for all this time, and being turned down at the same time.
> "But, but... you like Rainbow Dash too..."
> BAM, CHECK and MATE!
> She hit right where it hurts, the hardest of all explanations working up in your head. You knew this is going to be the most excruciating part.
"Fluttershy, remember again what I said earlier, about how you will always be my favorite pony?"
> "Mmm*hic*hmm..."
> She's managed to barely dam her tears up, giving her a case of the hiccups, so cute that you can't help but d'awww away in your head.
"That won't change, whoever I may be with. May it be Rainbow Dash, Princess Celestia, Discord or the local friendly dragon, you'll always be my number one, and I'll make sure you remember that every time we're together."
> She looks at your eyes with her own, tears still collecting at the edge. If this was some cheesy romance flick, you'd both kiss as you both walk home into the sunset.
> Sadly, it's not even noon and you'd feel Dashie would put you out of your misery, for real this time.
> You place your hand on her head and press her against your chest, and give her the most kind and loving kiss on her forehead, putting as much love as a brony can possibly muster into that two second contact.
> In the back of your head a stray thought occurs. Well then, this is like kissing that pet dog that you loved all your life, and it's chilling on the other side of your couch.
> You never even OWNED a freaking dog.
> You might just have to get one if you end up leaving here.
> ...
> As a pet, YOU SICK FUCKS.
---
> As you break contact from her head with your lips, you can tell she's trying to slow down time itself by holding her breath. You chuckle as you rustle the top of her head. Giving a slight frown, she peers up at you, your hand still attached to her head.
> "W-... what's so funny?"
"You, silly. We've missed out on a lot of fun we could have spent together, and I'm trying to think of when we can make up for all the things I have planned for us."
> You apparently either have the tongue of magic itself, or you're playing a visual novel on easy mode, because you certainly know how to press each of Flutter's buttons quite flawlessly.
> "Oh, you're being silly, Anon. I promise I won't try to feed you rabbit food."
> You guffaw at the thought of staring hungrily down at rabbit pellets again, picking her back up in your arms and finishing the journey to her home.
"I'd appreciate that, along with the promise you won't put anything that resembles a tranquilizer, psychedelic, or anything that would alter my consciousness or behavior anywhere near me, if I may be so bold to request."
> Almost suspiciously pausing, as if trying to find a loophole in that promise, and gives a tired but happy nod at you.
"Thanks, I could use a little less stress nowadays; I'd love to show you my house when it's fixed up."
> Continuing the walk, you explain to her all the fun moments you've witnessed her do in the time you've seen the show.
"Awwh, I remember when you stopped all the others when that manticore stopped you guys from getting the elements, and you were the only one to notice the big ass thorn in his paw. I mean, it was FUCKING HUGE! How'd he manage to prick his finger like that anyhow?"
> "Mmm...hehe.."
"Then there was that time you were cursed by those plants, and you had this rocking deep voice, the way you sang inspired me to listen to watch Fat Albert, not that you know who that is."
> "Mm..."
"Then there was the time you faced against that dickface dragon, showing the big fucker who was boss, when all the other ponies couldn't do a thing! Oh, you remember that cockatrice? You almost turned into stone, as well as Twilight! If it weren't for you, she would've been a very sturdy statue in the Ponyville Town Center!"
"How about when you shut down Iron Will, or when you caught up to Rainbow Dash when Discord un-cooled her, or... oh hey, we're at your house. Hey, uh, Fluttershy?"
> "..."
> You stand in front of her door, confused at the silence, before soon realizing she fell asleep in your arms, still exhausted from before.
> You give what is very likely your thousandth sigh; you realize you have Fluttershy sleeping ever so innocently in your arms. That's another check on the bucket list.
> As you toe open the door, you wished you did this long ago, having always wanted to talk and hang out with the soundly asleep mare.
> Fucking Fluttershy.