You sit on your couch, perusing one of your favorite books. You've always been a fan of darker literature, and this book was certainly no exception. In fact, in certain parts of Equestria, it's banned. It told the story of a young pony that kidnaps a younger foal and Stockholm Syndromes them into loving their kidnapper. Except, you can't help but smile, because the story did something rather ingenious. It told the story from the kidnapper's perspective, in addition to the kidnapped child. So, overtime, the actions that the kidnapper performs seems rational Or, heck, even justified. Every chapter sent shivers up your spine, and you notice new pieces of foreshadowing with every re-read. Sure, the story was dark and depressing, but you can't help but feel drawn to the characters. It was like a video of a train wreck that you can't help but rewatch, even as people flew off the train, in flames.

A knock at the door grabs your attention. Oh! That must be Fluttershy, here for today's guess. Welp, it's that time to re-integrate yourself into normalcy again. There's no way dark things like in your book could happen in the real world. Placing your bookmark in your novel, you set your book aside and rise to your feet, stretching out wide Taking a few careful strides to your door, you take a deep breath. Then, placing your hand on the door knob, you open the door wide.

Sitting on the door is Fluttershy with- What's that in her mout-

Before you even have the chance to think, you fall backward, squealing in pain. You fall to the fetal position, red-hot screaming pain radiating from your pelvis. Your eyes close, watering as your mouth hangs open, silently screaming in agony. Fluttershy looms over you with a wide smile, holding a hammer in her mouth. She spits it on to the floor and moves her mouth by your ear.

"Is genital abuse your fetish, Anon?" she says.

You attempt to wiggle your body across the floor to escape your assailant, but you barely manage to budge as it feels like your nuts are bleeding internally.

"D-did I do too much?" she asks. "I-i'm sorry, Anon! H-here. Let Mama make Mr. Penis feel all better."

You wave an arm at her in a futile attempt to shoo her away, like an annoying fly. Opening your mouth to curse at her, you find bile rise through your stomach and you vomit on the floor.

That's it. It's official. You are now infertile. Rapisthorse FINALLY fucked you up so much with her fetish guesses that you can't have kids.

Spitting the extra acid out of your mouth, you roll over to her, glaring laser beams of pure hatred at her entire being.

"If you don't leave," you squeak, as if you downed helium. "I will shit red-hot fury down your throat, and shove your eyeballs in your fucking vagina."

She stares at you, taken aback. Then Fluttershy kicks a hoof at the ground and blushes intensely.

"U-um. I-is shitting red-hot fury down my throat and shoving-"

"I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!" you shout at the horse.

Fluttershy leaps two feet into the air as the stench of the vomit begins to permeate through the house. She flutters out of the doorway as you lay broken and vulnerable on the ground. The door hangs open as tears leak out of your eyes, holding on to your precious, cracked family jewels.

What the actual shit?! Fucking Fluttershy. Who the fuck would even REMOTELY get off to someone like this?!

On second thought, never mind. You don't want to know. All that matters right now is making sure your boys are safe... and maybe a trip to the hospital.