You turn yourself around in your full-length mirror. The black suit fits you nicely, and the red tie over the white button up really gives you a classic look. Examining your full Winsor knot one more time, you triple check that everything is straight and perfect. You have shaved. You have good smelling cologne on you. Horse cologne that you don't mind smelling, at least. Your shoes shine brilliantly. Your hair is expertly groomed. Everything should be perfect.

Who would have thought that Redheart would have leaned towards such fancy tastes? Honestly, you've been wanting to go to the Ponyville Theatre for awhile now, but could never find a proper excuse.

Three knocks on the door downstairs distracts you from your internal monologue.

You look outside, where the sun gently sets against the horizon on this Friday night. You said you'd pick up Redheart from her place, so that could only mean one thing. With a sigh, you trudge downstairs and open the door. Fluttershy stands on the other side, looking as confident as ever.

"Hi Anon! Oh! You look nice. Is there an occasion?"

"Yeah. I have plans. What do you want?"

"O-oh! Well, you see. I had a new fetish guess that took me all day to-"

You slam the door in her face and skip upstairs happily. Now then, where were you? Oh yes! Breath! Moving into your bathroom, you fill your mouth with green spearmint mouthwash and begin to swish around. Six knocks on the door downstairs catches you off guard. You head back downstairs, swishing the mouthwash. It had to still be Fluttershy, but you'd think she'd have gotten the picture by now. What could she possibly want?

You open the door, and standing on your doorstep was not one, but two smiling Fluttershys.

"So, uhm. I wanted to ask if threesomes are your fetish?" one of them asks.

"Or maybe clones?" asks the second Fluttershy.

You spit your mouthwash all over the horses and gape at them.

"How?"

"There's this mirror pool, and Pinkie Pie used it once, but we were worried ponies would begin to use it for weird fetish things, so we locked it from the world."

"So, now you're here, using it for a weird fetish thing."

"That's right," they say in unison.

You slam the door. Turning around, nine knocks at the door forces you to stop in your tracks. Going back to the door, you open it, and sure enough, there's three fucking Fluttershys.

"How about a foursome?" asks the third horse.

"How many of you did you make?" you ask.

The three all looked at each other desperately.

"Wait. Did you just make a ton and plan to add one after another until you might have got it right?"

"Uhm."

"Well, the jokes on you. I don't have time for this. I have a date tonight."

A fourth Fluttershy pops her head out of a bush.

"So... it IS a date?" she asks.

"Yeah, I mean. Wait. How did you know about Redheart?"

Two or three more Fluttershys come out of the trees, giving away their hiding spot to listen closer.

"I saw you two... the other day," said the first Fluttershy, still covered in your spearmint spit. "You two looked... happy."

"Yeah, it's nice," you say.

The girls all look to each other weirdly, then a group of them begin to walk off.

"Alright, Anon. If multiple partners aren’t your fetish, we can leave. Have a nice date tonight," she says.

The rest turn and walk off your porch step.

"Wait, what?" you say to yourself as the pegasai trot away. "Just like that?"

You look down at your watch and shrug your shoulders. Weird. You'd think she'd be more broken up about all of this. Oh well, you've got a date tonight. A smile curls on your face as you close your front door and lock it.