There's three gentle knocks at your door that grabs your attention. Shit. That was fast. I mean, give a man some foreplay, Flutters. I didn't even get to do a deep inner monologue or some shit. Oh well. Let's get this show on the road.

You walk to your front door, and open it wide.

"Goddamn you're early. The timing is all messed up for this chapter now," you say to her.

Fluttershy glares up at you in frustration.

"I just wanna get this one over with. It's bad enough this is a request that was already done by someone else," says the mare, walking into your home.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" you ask. "Are you... breaking the fourth wall?"

"That's how much I don't care today," Fluttershy says. "Now are you going to follow me to the bathroom, or what?"

You remain frozen in place as Fluttershy walks to the stairs.

"Did you hear me?" she asks.

"Yeah, I did. And that is what terrifies me."

"Yeah, the guess is toilet stuff."

"How about I just say no. Like, right now."

"See," she says. "That's not funny then. We need to make this shit funny. And the guess is if you're into being potty trained. And what sucks is that this is already done by a different writer. So if we just get this overwith, and move on, we can complete this minimum heckling."

"Waitwaitwait," you say, leaning against the door frame. "No, we can make this different and interesting. We have to. Or else this is going to be a complete waste of chapter. We're fetish experts, we can turn this shit around."

"Alright," Fluttershy says, moving to your kitchen table and sitting down.

You move to your coffee pot, grab two cups of coffee, hand one to her, then place two pieces of paper and two pencils down.

"Alright, so the theme is potty stuff. And we don't want to have you be the one who teaches me."

"That's right," Fluttershy says.

She places the pencil in her mouth and draws a very complex mathematical equation on the paper in front of her. She holds it up to you to see. Toilet, plus stick figure human, plus stick figure Fluttershy equals question mark.

"Then the task is set," you say, stroking an imaginary beard. "How about, we human train the toilet."

Fluttershy stares up at you with a frown on her face.

"Oh my Celestia. That was bad, and I'm in love with you. I feel like I just became mildly less attracted to you from that."

"I'll have to remember that," you mutter.

"What?"

"Nothing. Okay. Different idea. What if the fetish guess is me, teaching you to be potty trained."

Fluttershy pauses, drawing stars and arrows on her complex equation.

"That's just crazy enough to work, Anon. Quick, to the bathroom!"

With great haste, the two of you run up to the bathroom and take your places.

"Alright, ready?" you ask, gently closing the bathroom door between you and the pony.

"Ready," she says happily.

You close the door between you two, then hear three gentle knocks. You open the door once more.

"Okay, Fluttershy, what the fuck do you want?"

"Good Morning, Anon!" she says happily. "Is potty training me your fetish?"

"That is the single handedly most retarded thing I've heard in months."

Fluttershy trots into your bathroom without another word.

"Hey! Get the fuck out of my bathroom!" you scream at her.

"Oh, silly Anon!" she giggles. "How will you know if you're into it or not if you don't try."

Fluttershy lifts the seat of your toilet and sits down happily, looking at you.

"Now tell me to go poop," Fluttershy says.

"Fucking. No. This is disgusting."

"Tell me to poop."

"Fucking no."

"TELL ME TO POOP, ANON!"

"FINE TAKE A DUMP."

And then, without a moment to spare, Fluttershy ruins your bathroom for years to come. But at least today's shitty fetish is done.