Aww yes. Today is a good day. You're sitting at your kitchen table. You have some motha fuckin candles lit. You have the lights dimmed. You have a bottle of wine opened. Tonight, you're treating yourself. It took forever to get. Mostly because shipping from the Griffon empire is sketchy as shit, but you have it. A nice, 12 ounce ribeye, pan-seared to perfection.

You lift your fork and knife, relishing the moment. It's been a long, long time since you've been able to enjoy a wonderful piece of meat. It's the middle of the night. All the windows are closed. To the outside world, you should be asleep. Which means, there shouldn't be any disturbances.

Stabbing your fork into the beef, you suddenly hear a single knock on your door. You pause, looking up to the wooden framed entrance to your home. That's odd. A knock? This late at night? Plus who freakin' knocks just once. That's just absurd. It must be the wind, or an animal or some shit.

You press your knife into the flesh in front of you, cutting deep into the surface. You feel your mouth water as you see the reddish juices rush out of the meat.

Then, another knock at the door. Singular. Quick. Loud and defined.

You freeze, looking at the front door to your home. That wasn't imagined. That was definitely something. Something is on the other side of your door, knocking. You set down your fork, but keep the knife in your hand. It's one in the morning. Why is someone, or something, at your door? You rise from your seat, careful not to make a sound from within your home.

Trying to silence the sound of your footsteps, you move across the floor of your home to the front door. It's at times like these you'd kill for a peephole. You step in front of your door, and you watch the doorknob jiggle directly in front of you. A chill runs down your spine as you hold your breath.

Then, a final knock.

You whip the door open, knife at the ready.

"Good evening, Anon!" Fluttershy says happily.

"FLUTTERSHY, I'M GOING TO FUCKING END YOU."

She stands completely still, looking up at you.

"Well, are you?" she asks quietly.

Suddenly, you have performance anxiety.

"I could, but I don't want to," you say, tossing the knife on a table beside you. "Let's get this over with. What do you want?"

"I wanted to know if heart-pumping, life or death situations are your fetish. You know, like, the adrenaline rush?" she asks.

"Uh, no. That's dumb. You're dumb. You're losing your touch, Fluttershy."'

"Oh, really?" she asks, raising an eyebrow. "You think I'm losing my touch?"

Fluttershy takes a step forward, the devilish look on her face illuminated by the candle light in your home. You take a step back.

"D-did I say that?" you say. "W-what I meant to say was-"

"You really love your food, don't you?" she continues. "I bet you wouldn't mind being food, wouldn't you? I bet you'd love that. Wouldn't you?"

"W-what?" you ask. "That's cannibalism..."

Fluttershy snickers to herself.

"Not unless it's the same species, Anon. See, I bet I could shrink you down to the size... of, say, a berry. Then eat you up in one bite. Would that get you off? Feeling yourself slide down my throat? Being digested by the acid in my stomach?"

Fluttershy snags the knife you put down as you back up.

"Okay, I get the picture, Flutters. We don't have to-"

"Or... maybe we can skip the whole... shrinking thing. I can just cut off your dick... and eat it right in front of you. Bite by bite. Like a candy bar."

You gulp down the saliva in your mouth as you feel yourself back against a wall.

"Or maybe being physically eaten isn't your fetish... No. You're a smart one. I bet you're into something more spiritual. I bet I could find a way to suck out your very soul, and have it as a midnight snack. Do you doubt I could?"

You shake your head.

A smile curls on her lips.

"I thought so."

She tosses the knife aside, and then walks out of your home. You slide down the wall and hold yourself in your arms as a draft from the open front door extinguishes the candlelight.