You sit at your kitchen table, drinking your morning coffee, reading the newspaper. 'New Ponyville Play a smash hit! Shows added for a few more weeks!' Huh, you don't remember it being that great. Nevertheless, you did remember seeing it with somepony special. In addition, your back still hasn't forgotten.

The bruising is gone, thanks to Fluttershy being a weak little thing, but you still can't help but feel a little bit shocked by the whole thing. You can’t shake the way she stared at you that night. Is... Fluttershy okay? Is she mad that you're happy? Because, well, you can't go changing your life if she's going to hurt her own. Or is something more insidious planned?

Taking another sip, you sigh to yourself and open the paper to the funny pages. That's all we need. Just some good old-fashioned comedy. Like that dog, who constantly eats spaghetti and loathes Fridays. Most days, you thought your jokes were bad sometimes, but this is a whole different level. The paper makes you feel like a comedy genius. In fact, you bet you could take almost any concept and make someone get even a slight chuckle.

Three knocks at the door make you pause. You recognize that knock. Freezing in place, you wonder what you should do. Maybe... maybe things will be just like normal. Who knows? Maybe you being official with a mare won't stop her fetish guesses.

Or, maybe she'll step up her game. You feel your hairs stand up on end at the thought.

Three more knocks at the door, and you rise from your seat. You grab a nearby broom and walk to the door slowly, prepped for battle. Holding the broom in one hand, you grasp the doorknob with the other. Three more knocks. You turn the knob and open the door slowly. Fluttershy stands on the other side, a wide smile and beaming up at you just like any other day.

"Uh, hey," you say, unsure of what situation is about to unfold before you.

"Hi, Anon! I have a new guess today!" she says happily.

"Uhm, good."

Discomfort rises as you still hold your weapon on the other side of the door, out of sight from the horse. Fluttershy takes two steps around, then turns to the side. Your jaw drops as you take a step back. In place of her legs is now a strange looking harness and two large wheels. Where the tops of her legs used to be, are two yellow stumps, red and inflamed.

"Are disabled ponies your fetish, Anon?" she asks.

You feel bile rise to the top of your throat.

"YOU CUT OFF YOUR FUCKING LEGS?!" you scream.

"Well, I mean, the animals helped," she says innocently.

"YOU HAD ANIMALS HELP YOU CUT OFF YOUR LEGS?!"

"Well, mostly Harry. He was bear-y helpful."

Your mouth opens as you begin to close the door. Then you pause.

"How the fuck are you going to get those back on?" you ask.

"Oh, you know. I suppose I will have to go to the hospital. I have my legs on ice being delivered to emergency right now by my animals. I sure hope there's a nice Nurse on duty."

Fluttershy smiles, turns then trots away, singing merrily to herself. You stand frozen in place, unsure of what to do. Closing the door slowly, it locks with a click.

It's fine. Everything's going to be fine. Fluttershy wouldn't do something stupid in a public place.

Would she?