It's another average day in Equestria, and you can't help feel... lonely. It's been awhile since you've had------------

It's another average day in Equestria, and you can't help feel... lonely. You've never really had a marefriend before. It's just been you, your home, and Fluttershy. You can't help but notice some sort of poetic nature to that. Just you, your home, and a mare who wants nothing more than to make you happy.

Now if only she stopped trying to get in your pants every morning, maybe something could be worked out. Maybe. Probably not. But hell, if it breaks up the monotony, then maybe it's worth considering.

You're sitting on your couch, wondering what you could do to try and get the feelings of loniness off your mind. You could adopt a plant. Then you'd be one of those people who name a plant, water it every day, talk to it. Fret every time it wilts a little bit. No offense to any plant-lovers, but that doesn't seem like the life path for you.

Then, there are three knocks at your front door. You rise to your feet, realizing it's that time again.

You open the door, and Flutterbutterstutters is sitting patiently on the other side. Her eyes are drooping slightly, and her nose is slightly red.

"G-good Morning Anon," she says in a nazally voice. "A-are puppies your fetish?"

Sure enough, you look down, and there's a box of puppies, five of them.

"Are you asking if I want to fuck a puppy? Really?" you ask incredulously. "Fluttershy, you're sick. Go home. Where did you even get these puppies?"

"The alley in Ponyville," she sighs. "I'm just not feeling it today, Anon. So if you don't mind, can you do the part where you insult me so I can go home?"

"No, you fucking idiot. You-"

"Okay, thanks. Bye," she says, trotting down the path.

And sure enough, Fluttershy is gone, refusing your calls to take these homeless puppies away. You kneel down and look inside the box. There, sitting in the corner of the box, resting peacefully, is a small wolf-ish pup. What was the name of that breed again? A Huskie? A Shepard?

You pick the puppy out of the box and hold him- no, that's a her- in your arms.

You know what? I think I'll call you, Red.

There's something deep inside you that warms at that name. It's perfect.

You place the pup in the bathroom tub for now, with a small bowl of water and a pillow to sleep on. The first thing to do is to get that box back to the local pet center. No, not Fluttershy. The actual vet. Then, maybe they can suggest what you'd like to feed your new little friend.

Maybe things will be a bit less lonely now.