It's another average day in Equestr-

Why is your face wet? Why is something licking your face?

"Fluttershy, I swear to Jesus-"

But you're interrupted by a gentle push on your chest and a high-pitched yipping noise. You open your eyes and standing atop you is a small puppy, almost wolflike in visage. He wears a red collar with a licence around it's neck. Er, She.

You sit up in bed and examine the license carefully. She's licensed to you. You don't own a dog. You've never owned a dog. But this dog is more than happy to see you.

"Shit, does this mean I have to be a responsible human being?"

There's three gentle knocks on the door downstairs. You get out of bed, toss some clothes on. The dog, apparently named 'Red', brings you a pair of slippers, as if she was trained to do so. Weird. You give her a pat on the head and head downstairs, the small pup bounding behind you.

You open the door. And there on the other side is Flutterbutters. She smiles happily, whincing slightly.

"G-good Morning, Anon. A-are vaginal hemorrhoids your fetish?"

You actually vomit on her. No hesitation. No remorse. The idea of of bumpy, blood filled enlargements throughout the entirety of a vagina just triggers the most gutteral of reactions within you. The torrent covers Fluttershy's face, which she wipes off deftly with a single swipe of her hoof. It didn't even manage to affect her hairstyle. It must be one of those more wacky guess days as opposed to a more realistic guess day.

Then, the puppy weaves between your leg, yipping happily. Red then pauses, staring up at Fluttershy. Her hair stands on end and she growls up at Fluttershy.

"Uhm, Anon," Fluttershy says. "When did you get a dog?"

"I.. don't actually remember," you say. "I figured you probably did something with puppies as a guess one day, and I kept one as a gift. But I wouldn't forget something like that, would I?"

Fluttershy pauses.

"Have you had her checked up on?" Fluttershy asks.

You pause, looking blankly down at your blatant admirer.

"I don't actually know."

"The vet is super expensive," she says. "I'd happily look over Red and bring her back once I've checked her shot history and things like that."

You bite your lip. This doesn't seem smart, but on the other hand it's not like you have a lot of discretionary income. Fluttershy wouldn't hold a dog hostage would she? She's a rough contender some days, but she wouldn't torture a poor animal. Even if it is yours.

This is probably safe.

"Sure, just bring her back today. I'll make you cookies or something if you won't be weird about it," you say.

"Of course!" she says happily.

Fluttershy leans down to pick up Red, but she nips at Fluttershy's hoof. The pegasus whinces in pain, before grabbing the pup by the loose skin on it's neck.

"This shouldn't take too long," Fluttershy says. "I'll see you soon!"

Fluttershy trots on down the lane as you scratch your head. Something about all of this doesn't feel quite right. But, for now, there's nothing to be done. Might as well just make some breakfast and wait for Fluttershy to come back.

Fluttershy stands outside her home, glaring at her front door, holding the writhing pup in her hoof.

"Cut," she growls.

The tosses open the door, and a stage with lights and a single camera lie on the other side. A single pony stands behind the camera, tapping away at an electronic device behind it.

"What. Happened," Fluttershy barks at the pony. The pony looks almost exactly like her, with the exception of a clerical collar around it's neck.

"I don't know. I don't know why it stuck around."

"His memory should be wiping. The world should be wiping."

"The breakfast food is working. It wipes his memory every morning... but the dog didn't wipe out of existance. It's some sort of weird error."

"Well, delete the dog then."

"I can't. I've been trying," he says, a concern filling his voice.

"Your one job is to guide this story," Fluttershy says quietly, her voice filled with malice. "If you can't delete it."

Fluttershy throws the puppy on the ground. A loud scream fills the studio. The dog's paw bends in a direction it shouldn't, it flails on the ground, unsure how to move with the loss of one of it's functional limbs.

"Then I will. Now do something."

>cmd: teleport Red 19734
>Character teleported to 'Saddle Arabia'

"There," the pony says as the dog fades away and the studio goes quiet once more.

Fluttershy stares at the pony, grating her teeth.

"I'm not sure you're really devoted to helping me here, are you?"

"What do you mean?" the stallion asks.

"Are you still trying to eliminate Redheart?"

"Of course I am," I reply. "You know what would happen if I wasn't"

"Good," Fluttershy says. "Be sure to remember what your job is here... I'm not afraid to report any insubordination."

Fluttershy turns and moves towards the set's fake door one more time.

"Why are you so attached to this?" he asks. "Why are these loose ends so much more special than the other ones? We've left shit dangling without answers before. He could be replaced. Hell, YOU could be replaced if they decide to. I didn't bring you back to fulfill some sort of revenge fantasy."

She pauses, then turns back to the stallion.

"You do your job," she mutters. "And I'll do mine. Action."

She slams the door loudly, leaving a defening silence behind her. The stallion sighs, and continues to type into his console.