You stand in the middle of your home, critically examining your surroundings. It's felt like years in this home. Maybe it's time for a change. You've always have the stairs right ahead of the front door, kitchen to the left, living room to the right, bedroom and storage room upstairs and the bathroom upstairs.

Maybe you should try putting the couch on the tile floor, or something. Who fucking knows, it's your goddamn house. Maybe you want a television in front of the shitter.

Actually, that's not a bad idea. Then it would truely be the "Throne" of the home.

There's three knocks on your front door, and you wonder to yourself it it might be wise to get rid of doors entirely. As in, turning them into walls. You could probably get groceries and work delivered to you. Then you don't have to open the door for Fluttershy.

Then again, she'd likely just come in a window or something. Or worse, she'd cum in a window. That'd take forever to clean.

You snicker to yourself for your comedic genuis.

You open the front door and Fluttershy's standing on the other side, whincing in pain.

"G-good Morning, Anon," she whispers to you in her normal courtship ritual. "I-I have a new fetish today."

"Okay," you groan, leaning against the door frame. "What's the flutterguess for today?"

Butterhush moans, but not in the sexy way... the painful way. She turns around, placing her backside towards you, then lifts her tail.

You nearly gag at the sheer amount of bruising around her privates. You've seen Fluttershy's privates more times than you'd like to admit. That's not bragging, although some folks would believe differently. Rather, it's a side-product of repeated sexual harassment. You could be considered an art expert of Pony Pussies because of how much you've been exposed to. Once again, that's not bragging, it's deep mental scarring.

However, Her normally yellow behind is deep black and blue. Her lips and walls are a deep red, even dripping a slightly pinkish fluid.

"I-is Vagina abuse your fetish?" she asks.

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST. WHAT DID YOU DO?"

"Well, I took a hammer--"

"NOPE. NOPE. HOLD ON."

You jog to your phone and dial the local hospital. The phone rings as you put it to your ear.

"Hello, Ponyville Hospital?" says a cool, female voice from the other side of the phone.

"Hello, yes? I need an ambluance sent to the house of Anonymous the Human? I need to report a case of High-Impact Sexual Violence."

"... This line isn't for prank calls sir."

And then the line clicks and returns to dial tone. You look down at the phone in your hands in disbelief.

"Well, what a bunch of assholes."

You walk back to the door, where Fluttershy stands, tears welling in her eyes.

"It hurts," she mutters.

"Not my fetish."

Then you slam the door right in her penis pouch. With a loud yelp, Fluttershy slowly limps her way down the path of your front lawn and out of sight.

Well then, back to redecorating your home. OH! You know what would really give this place some class? A glass chess set...