You wake the fuck up from another night of very little sleep. So, naturally, it's 4am. And you know, for a fact, you won't be getting more sleep.

So you know what, how about we do something different today.

You rise from bed, do your Triple S(TM), shove a banana down your throat like you learned to ignore your gag reflex in college, and sprint out the door.

You've never done this before, and this seems new, exciting, and most of all, unique. Maybe this is it. This is that spark of genius that you need to break out the mundane cycle of fetish guesses. You're going to mess with Fluttershy. It'll be great.

The sun rises in the distance as you approach Fluttershy's cottage, allowing a glimmer to grace the morning dew on the grass. You take a deep breath, step up to her front porch and knock on her door three times.

You wait patiently as the yellow horse makes her appearance. When the door finally opens, you watch her peek her head out. Her mane is a mess of tangles and knots. Dark bags hang under her eyes. She wears a light blue bathrobe, and looks up at you with a sense of grogginess.

"Ugh. What, Anon? What do you want?"

"Oh! You know!" you say happily. "I'm just here for today's fetish guess! I figured you had one, so I'd come and let you fetish guess me."

Fluttershy looks up at you, and sighs. She places a hoof to her forehead and rubs her temple.

"Anon. No. This is dumb. Go home. You aren't going to get me to fetish guess this way. Go home."

Fluttershy closes the door in your face as you take a step back.

"Wait. What the shit? No!"

You knock on the door three more times. It swings open.

"Now just listen here, buster," Fluttershy says, holding a cup of hot cocoa in her hooves. "I'm not going to fetish guess you."

"Oh come on! Just one? It'll be so easy. And then I-"

You pause, staring down at the mare.

"Ooohhh! I get it. This is the reverse psychology thing. Well I got you this time, Fluttershy. Mindfucks aren't my fetish. Neither is reverse psychology or getting meta. So take THAT!"

You grab the door and pull it into your face and happily jog off.

Fluttershy stares at the door of her own home. She sits down, staring at the door as Angel Bunny hops beside her. Angel looks to the door, then back up to his owner.

"You're right, Angel Bunny. That was weird."