You're sitting at your table, sipping a nice fresh cup of coffee, when you hear three gentle knocks at the door. Mother fucker. It's way too fucking early for this shit. Maybe it's from the constant anxious dreams you've been having, the constant reality resets that happen in this fucking story, or just the fact you haven't had your morning coffee, but you're on extra pissy mode today.

You rise to your feet and answer the door. Once you throw the door wide, the yellow pegasus who follows you day in, day out smiles up at you brightly.

"Anon! I need you to come with me!" she says brightly.

You slam the door in her face.

"I meant come as in follow! Not Cum!" she yells through the door.

You sigh and open the door again.

"Can you really blame me? I can't fucking see your words like life is subtitled."

Fluttershy brings a hoof to her mouth as if pondering something.

"Yeah. And, I suppose that sounds like something I'd do... maybe."

"Plus, I know the alternative to not following would be you sitting on my doorstep all day crying, so let's fucking go."

With a hippity hop, blu-skiddo, and bound, you find yourself walking into Carousel Boutique with the yellow menace.

"Oh! It's already time, isn't it?" Rarity says happily. "I'll get the supplies. The two of you just sit in the dressing room."

"I'm not getting naked, I hope you realize that," you say immediately.

"Oh, I know. I've just got a whole bunch of guesses today I thought I'd try all at once! Just be patient. It'll all be over soon."

"Sweet. Use a choice of words that sounds like I'm dying. It's pretty accurate."

Fluttershy continues to hop along, ignoring your last phrase. Your eyes move around Rarity's boutique, feeling frustrated. You've always hated shopping for clothes. Let alone when it wasn't clothes for you. Luckily, there seems to be a stool you can sit on. Maybe you stare at the speckled ceiling and try to find constellations in them.

"Alright dearie," Rarity says, returning with a large chest in her magical grasp. "This is everything you requested. Just be sure not to have too much fun, you love birds!"

"I will fucking end you, Rarity."

"I'm just a bystander to all of this, Anon-Darling," Rarity says, waving off your tone. "Plus, I'm not interested in a threesome."

"That's not my fetish either, Fluttershy," you say, returning to the yellow horse as Rarity walks away.

"Oh, that's fine, Anon. That guess is for another day anyway. I wouldn't subject myself to a threesome with Rarity. Even I have standards."

You sit up straighter, surprised at Fluttershy's sick burn.

"Damn, Fluttershy. I'm impressed. You gained, like, three respect points."

Fluttershy looks up to you in joy.

"Don't test me," you say. "Do your shit so I can go home and fuck around all day."

Fluttershy leaps into the chest, and a flurry of clothing tosses around inside. Before long, Fluttershy leaps back out of the chest wearing four long lanky socks.

"Are socks your fetish, Anon?" she asks.

"No. Plus, that color doesn't really go with your hair. You should aim to match with your eyes," you say flatly.

"See, that's totally what I told Rarity, but she said we should 'Accentuate our best features'."

"Psh, your eyes are way nicer than your mane."

Fluttershy stares at you blankly. You look back at her.

"What?"

"N-nothing. Y-you just said-"

"Fucking. Are we done yet?"

"N-no."

Fluttershy leaps back into the chest. With another flurry of clothing, she leaps out once more. Now a small pair of shorts adorns her rear end, covering her cutie mark.

"Are shorts your fetish?"

You sigh, placing a hand to your forehead.

"No, Fluttershorts aren't my fetish."

Fluttershy remains silent as the studio audience collectively groans and applauds.

"I had to try," Fluttershy says.

"Whatever, just move on."

She leaps into the box once more, and quickly leaps out wearing a mostly black Guns N Roses: Appetite For Destruction shirt.

"Damn, nice shirt," you say voluntarily.

"You think so? I stole it from some bum named Anon-thony in another story. I liked it, so I thought I'd keep it as a souvenir."

"Damn nice score if you ask me."

"So! Are shirts your fetish?" she asks.

"Oh! No. But that does look nice on you. Nice and comfy. Maybe with a streak of black in your hair, a few little piercings."

Fluttershy gasps and leans forward intently.

"It still wouldn't be my fetish, but it would sure be nice."

"Oh, honey suckle," Fluttershy says before leaping back in the chest. She leaps out once more wearing a large green sweater.

"Ger back in the fucking chest and don't come out until you're fucking presentable," you growl.

"What?" she says. "It's just a green hoodie."

"I've watched enough porn to know what that hoodie is for. It's all fun and games until you reveal your massive futa cock. Get back in the chest."

Fluttershy pouts before leaping back in the chest.

You know, Anon. You could probably just run away right now, and she would never notice.

...

You rise to your feet, when Fluttershy springs out once more, now wearing a thin, revealing pair of light green panties. She turns her rear to you and gently thrusts it at your face, in rhythm.

"Okay, no. I'm out. Fuck this."

"But! I have thongs! And spaghetti thongs! And g-strings! And- And!"

"Nope! I'm fucking done," you say, halfway out the door.

"Thank you for shopping Carousel-"

"Fuck off, Rarity," you shout back as the door closes behind you.

You sigh to yourself as you walk up your front porch. Fucking clothing. It's like there's a never ending supply of different types. You didn't even let her try coats. Oh god. You should give her a fur coat sometime and just watch her whimper and cry as the skins of dead animals cover her body. Wait, is that demented? Are you becoming a sociopath? Is Fluttershy slowly pushing you to the brink of insanity?

Oh well, it would still be kinda funny.

You throw open the door to your home, and hear a rustling upstairs.

Fuck. That's either a robber, or Fluttershy.

... Well, let's say you have it on good authority it's not a robber.

"God damnit, Flutterhorse. If I come upstairs and you're wearing my clothing."

You run up your stairs, two at a time, and burst into your bedroom. Sure enough, Fluttershy is standing in the center of your bedroom, wearing a lanky pair of jeans that hang WAY off her hooves and hide her cutie mark.

"I wanted to get in your pants... to see if this was your fetish."

A moment of silence fills the air as even the studio audience doesn't want to grace this with a response.

"Get out of my house," you say weakly.

"O-okay," she says trotting to the door.

"Pants off, please."

"A-are you coming onto me, Anon?" Fluttershy asks.

"GET MY FUCKING PANTS OFF. AND GET OUT OF MY GODDAMN HOUSE BEFORE I-"

Getting the picture, your pants are off in a flash. Erm, Off of Fluttershy, that is. Then the yellow horse flies out of your house in a blur. You move to your bed and sit down.

"You know, I wonder if I've just done this to Fluttershy... or if she was just naturally born this derpy."

Author's Notes:

I made references to NBD's Fluttershy Wants in Your Shirt because he's da bess.

I also included mild references to Glitter Grenade's Fluttershy Wants in Your Pants who was unfortunate enough to share a name with a story like this one.

So, now it can't be disputed that I am the orignal! Muahahahaha.