Heading downstairs, you check your phone. One unread text message from Redheart. Flipping open the phone, you open to the message which has a smiling picture of her inside.

"Good Morning Handsome! Can't wait to come over tonight. XOXO - Redheart"

You smile, as you type a reply back.

"Morning! I can't wait either. See you soon. XO"

Send.

Taking the photo, you set it to the phone's background. Setting the phone back down, you move to your refrigerator to pull out the ready to cook pancake mix you've been craving.

It's been a long time since you last treated yourself. Maybe now is the right time. It is a Friday, after all.

You kick on the coffee pot and grease up a pan, wondering what type of syrup you should put on your pancakes. Then, there's the knock at the door. You pause, looking back and wonder if you should answer it.

Fluttershy was... kinda mean yesterday. It's sorta unlike her. Well, not that she hasn't stooped to different lengths to guess your fetish before, but this time it seems to have some serious malice from it.

You take two steps to the door, then stop, turning back to the stove, letting the temperature rise. Three more knocks at the door, and you smile as you pour a pancake in the pan. The first side cooks as you pour yourself a cup of coffee.

Now then, Maple or Blueberry syrup? Three more knocks at the door. Maple. Today doesn't feel like a berry good day for blueberry. Now, if it were a mulberry syrup, it would be a whole different story.

Three knocks at the door.

You turn the pancake, revealing it's golden brown side. Turning to the door again, you sigh and take the pan off the burner. Standing at the door, you take a deep breath, then pull it open.

On the other side, of course, is Fluttershy. But, today, she's got a wholly different form. Today, her cheeks are pudgy, her flank is more rounded and curvy, and her haunches seem to draw the eye a bit more.

"Good Morning, Anon. Sleeping in late again?"

"Uh, I don't sleep in that often," you reply.

"Oh! Sorry. Was just trying to guess why you're always late. Anyway-"

"I am not late," you snap.

Fluttershy smiles turning her head.

"There's no need to lose your temper, Anon. It's fine! Really."

You grumble as you shift your weight from foot to foot.

"What? What do you want?"

Fluttershy nods, getting to the point.

"Oh! Well, I was just wondering if overweight ponies were your fetish."

You raise an eyebrow, slightly surprised.

"Uh. No. Why?"

Fluttershy makes a motion similar to a shrug and looks away.

"I was figuring you just would be interested in a pony more your size."

"Hey, I'm not fat," you say.

"Sure, Anon. Whatever you need to tell yourself," Fluttershy says, turning away.

"I'm NOT! I know I'm not! I couldn't get fat with all the fucking vegetables I have to eat in this horse hellhole."

"Well, I'm happy you keep your sweets and carbs down. I really must be going, Anon." Fluttershy says, walking away.

"Fine! Whatever. Go! I'm not fat!"

"Sure, Anon."

You open your mouth and take a step out of your house, but then stop. Stepping back inside, you slam the door closed.

"Fucking Fluttershy," you grumble to yourself.

Going back to your stove, you look at the warm, fresh pancake, sitting in the pan. Picking up the pan, you walk to your trashcan and dump the breakfast. You toss the mix in the trash and grab an apple from your fruit bin.

Grabbing your phone, you check for new messages. Nothing. Opening the phone to a new message, you begin to type one to Redheart.

"I miss you."

Then you pause. You delete the message, close the phone, then walk away.