Standing in front of your closet, in the nude, you ponder what you'll wear for today. On the far left is the dry-cleaned black suit and red tie that many of the ponies in town have grown accustom to. On the other hand, there's always the simple t-shirt and jeans. Then again, you could say screw it, and just stay home all day being naked, sitting in a beanbag, eating Cheetoes and watching children's cartoons.

A knock on the door downstairs quickly invalidates that option. Answering the door naked might give the wrong impression to your guest, especially if that guest is Fluttershy. Then again, it probably would make her day. And you'd get laid.

This dry streak HAS gone on forever. Last time you really had a decent lay was from that drunk horse. And even then, you barely remember it. She seems nice though, even if the two of you can't look each other in the eye anymore.

Whatever. T-shirt and jeans it is.

Throwing on a pair of boxers, a t-shirt, jeans, and some loafers, you head downstairs to the persistent knocking at your front door. However, when you throw open the door, you're thrown for a loop.

Standing in front of you was certainly a yellow pegasus, but it looked nothing like the Fluttershy you know and loathe. Black streaks of dye run through her vividly pink hair and her ears are adorned in several gold and silver earrings. Her eyes shine brilliantly thanks to the black mascara that covers her lashes. She wears a two piece all black outfit that covers most of her body, that in some way makes her seem like a sort of edgy bumblebee.

"What the hell did you do?" you ask, skipping the formalities.

"W-what do you mean?" Fluttershy asks.

"You're... black."

"That's racist," she replies.

"You know what I mean," you say, backtracking. "You're wearing all black clothes!"

"Uh-huh! Is being a goth your fetish, Anon?" she asks happily.

You stare at here more, drinking in her form. Her shirt, erm, if you could call it a shirt if a horse is wearing it, has a sort of band name on it, but you can't make out the name over the overly curled dead-tree limb font. Her pants, pony pants, ponts, are covered in little metal spikes and jingly chains with yellow and pink accents.

"No. I-it's. It's not," you answer.

"Uhm, then why are you stuttering?" she asks.

"I'm just impressed. I wouldn't think Equestria had things like these. Where did you get these?"

"Oh! That was easy! I went to Pony Topic!"

Your jaw drops, feeling the start of something terrible set in motion.

"NO! NO! NONONO! We're DONE!"

"Can I touch your big dick now, please?"

"NO!"

You slam the door in her face. Fluttershy looks down at the porch and softly kicks the welcome mat, the chains near her rear gently jingling.

"I wonder what got into him?" she says, before turning away and trotting home. "I wonder if I can still return these."