Sometimes, you just have a really bad feeling that sits in your gut. That feeling that the shoe is just about to drop and shit is going to get really bad, really fast.

Today is that day. Today is that feeling. Today, shit is gonna get weird. And when you open your eyes to the bright, beaming sun of another day in Equestria, it's all you can do to hold yourself together.

The good news, is that you know something really, really weird is going to happen. But, here's the rub: How are you going to stop it?

Should you get out of bed? Should you run for your life? Should you get a gun? Should you stay in the bathtub all day? Or is that just what Fluttershy wants you to do?

You rise out of bed, and to your luck, your body is still intact. You move to your closet to quickly throw on some clothes, and to your luck, it doesn't seem like your clothes have been tampered with or as if anything is missing.

One step at a time, Anon. Deep breaths. You wipe a bead of sweat from your forehead as you peek out the doorway of your bedroom. The stairs don't seem to be covered in lubricant, so you tip-toe downstairs. Nothing's on fire, so you move to the kitchen.

You grab a protein bar and suddenly have a fantastic idea. There is one unifying thing that brings every one of these chapters together. Three knocks on a door. Most of the time, your front door. She can't perform without a front door! Or at least, that seems to make sense at this very moment.

Moving to the front door after slamming that motha fucking li- erm- protein bar, you throw it open.

Suddenly, you are pulled forward by the waist onto the front yard by some sort of magic spell, and placed into a set of old fashioned stocks. You know, those weird locking mechanisms that lock over your neck and wrists to hold you in place. Except, these stocks are locked in to the ground. So now, you're locked, ass up, and vulnerable.

"This can't be good," you whisper.

Then, Fluttershy trots forward within your vision, smiling widely.

"Silly Anon! I don't need to knock on the door to do fetish guesses! Besides! I have a bunch for you today!"

"If you lay a single fucking finger on me, bitch. I'm going to end you."

"I don't have fingers, Anon," Fluttershy says happily. "So consider it done! First! I wanted to know if Futa is your fetish?"

You glare at her angrily.

"No, of course it isn't that's stupid. Didn't you already do that?"

"That's not the point, Anon. I'm really bad at managing my list of fetishes. I mean, I did clothes and tentacles twice too," she says whipping out a large sheet of parchment from behind her wing. "But trust me, it's important for this. So! Are changelings your fetish?"

As she says this, a tall black alicorn begins to walk into your view. Except, she seems... odd. Her eyes are green, her hooves, wings... and even her horn is filled with holes. And her wings seem almost translucent. Oh my God, it's Queen Chrysalis. And lo' and behold. She has... what could only be described as a massive futa cock.

"I'm sure you can see where this is going, Anonymous," hisses the Changeling in a proud, seductive tone.

"No, I don't," you mutter. "But I sure hope this is where it ends...."

"Nope!" Fluttershy says happily. "So, there's this thing called Oviposition!"

You pause, letting a silence hang in the air. The two mares look at you happily.

"W-what is Oviposition?" you ask.

Queen Chrysalis giggles as she moves out of sight once more. Your eyes dart around, trying to find some sort of help.

"Well, I'm happy you asked, Anon," says Fluttershy.

Tears run down your face as your muscles ache. You feel broken, used, abused. You look up to the yellow pegasus in front of you, who smiles widely.

The black changeling McFucks-Off into the sky, her wings flittering at the speed of light.

"So, I suppose that brings me to the next guess: How is Male Impregnation?" Fluttershy asks.

"I fucking hate you, so goddamn much. When I get out of this, I'm going to ruin you."

"Well, the good news is that this phase won't last long. Because... um," she says, looking to the side. "Well, you'll only be pregnant for about a week before you lay all the eggs. So, is egg-laying your fetish."

"How fucking dare you use me like this?!" you shout at the pegasus.

"Changelings are an endangered species now, Anon. We need to have some way to preserve the species."

"What, because now they're all fucking technicolored and bullshit?" you growl. "They're not endangered. They are just as bullshit as the rest of you ponies."

"O-oh. You knew that?" She says, her eyes darting side to side. "W-well. Um. This is awkward then, huh?"

You look to the ground, looking at the puddle of green slime that forms under you from your used and abused body.

"No. Egg-laying isn't my fucking fetish. So are we fucking done?" you mutter. "Can I go to the fucking hospital and get this shit removed?"

"U-uhm. No. I-if I lose that... I have to pay back the fifty bits to Chrysalis... So, uhm. Is being whored out your fetish?"

And so, you ended up giving birth to something along the lines of 50 different changeling children that flew away the instant they hatched. Fucking ungrateful kids. But, at least you can say you're a father or something. And you never have to go through any of this bullshit ever again.