It's another start to another perfect day in Equestria. You lie in bed, the sun streaming through your windows, and the love of your life in your arms. You breathe in the floral scent of her long pink hair. You run your fingers through her soft, gentle fur. Her sky blue eyes have not yet stirred away from her land of slumber, and you have no intention to change that. She has to work a double soon, and the hospital has been murder lately.

The journey to having Nurse Redheart in your life was a long and winding one. But at the very least, you can say you're finally happy now. This sort of relationship just feels right. Natural. If there was one thing you could change, one tiny thing at all, it would be that she wasn't originally hired by your stalker.

That's right, the yellow menace that the rest of Ponyville sees as a sweet, lovable pony who couldn't hurt a fly because she named him Wingy, is one of the most demented, dark, evil creatures in this land. It's all just lying right underneath the surface.

Fluttershy has her heart set on you, and being in a steady relationship changes nothing. She still makes her guesses everyday. She still will break into your home and steal little meaningless things that you only use once in a while for her not-so-secret shrine.

But none of that matters, because you have her. With her, nothing else matters.

You hear the three knocks come from downstairs, and Red's eyes blink open.

"Morning already?" she asks.

"Yeah, I'll answer it. You know how she gets when we ignore her."

Redheart grumbles and buries her head in a pillow.

"When is that mare going to get it?" she mumbles.

You head out of the room and down the stairs, throwing on a pair of jeans along the way. You start the coffee pot, then head to the door, tossing it open.

Fluttershy stands in front of you, overly proud of herself and wearing a small satchel.

"Anon, I have a proposal for you," she says, her eyes locked onto you and seemingly... Void. "Dump Redheart now, or I will give you the worst week of your life."

Your breath catches in your throat.

"Excuse me?" you ask.

"You heard me," she says flatly. "And I won't repeat myself. This little game of cat and mouse is over, Anon. I'm keeping you. Nopony else is allowed to touch you, speak to you, or anything. You're mine. So it's time for you to wisen up. Leave Redheart. You won't get another chance."

You sigh and rub your forehead. Is she bluffing? This wouldn't be the first time that Fluttershy did something fucked up. On the other hand, sometimes she really does just bluff her way through a fetish guess. What could she possibly do to you that would make the worst week of your life? She's came on you. Threatened you with weapons. Made you bleed. Kidnapped you and more. No. There's nothing else she could do to break you anymore than you've already broken.

"Why don't you just do your silly little fetish guess and go back home, Fluttershy," you say, keeping your voice cool and calm. "We both know how this ends. You say some strong words. Do something weird. Then leave. Blah blah fetish blah blah. It's old. Just get on with it and we can go about our normal lives."

Fluttershy's eyes widen for a second. She bites her bottom lip, then looks away.

"Is this really what you want?" she asks calmly. "Last chance."

Hah. She doesn't even want to do this one. Good job, Anon. You called her bluff.

"Just fucking get on with it," you say, raising your voice.

Fluttershy sighs then looks up at you with a smile.

She digs a small stick out of her backpack.

"I'm pregnant. And you're the father."

You stare at her flatly.

"No," you say flatly. "That is not true."

"Oh really?" she asks. Then she pulls out a small orange bottle and tosses them at your feet. "How'd you sleep two weeks ago? The two of you had so many pills that I was almost worried I'd have to call poison control. Red even smiled when you came inside me. It must have been a nice dream."

You take a step back. Your memory from two weeks ago was a complete blur, but you do remember feeling borderline sick to your stomach and light headed one day. No way. She's bluffing.

"I'll believe it when I see a proper paternity test," you say to her, keeping your mask of confidence.

The yellow pegasus shakes her head and gives there sharp 'tsks' with her tongue.

"That's a shame," Fluttershy said, turning away. "I was just going to tell Red that you donated to the sperm bank, but in that case, I suppose we'll go with affair. Have a nice day, Anon."

"Fluttershy, none of this is my fetish," you yell at her. "You might as well stop."

The mare stops in her tracks, then turns around to face you.

"This isn't about guessing anymore, Anon. Don't you see that?" Fluttershy says. "This is about fixing what is broken."