You lay in bed, clutching your stomach. The churns, pains, and misery forces you to reside here today. Every movement of your muscles spurns more aches and pains. Every time your stomach turns over, you groan from the cramps that stab you in the side. Tears stain your pillow from the pain of today's sickness.

Why? Why does this have to happen to you? Why is any of this happening to you? What's the point of your pain, toiling, sweat and tears? Another day's fetish guess? A meager, pitiable wage? The watching, wandering eyes of a race that doesn't understand you or feel the desire to try? Who are your friends? Who are your -real- friends? Do you have any?

... I didn't think so.

You hear a knock at the door. Your eyes force them shut, as if praying she will go away will take the yellow horse far away from you, where she can't pester you with her nightmarish guesses.

You're just tired of the grossness. You're tired of the pain. You're tired of her constant attempts to wear you down into finally having sex with her. You've ran through all the different possibilities in your head, and there's no winning this.

If you continue to refuse her, she just comes back. If you finally give in to satisfy her, she keep coming back for more. What's the point?

What's the point anymore?

There's a knock at the door, then silence. The silence calls to you, telling you to progress another step forward.

'Keep going, Anon,' it calls to you. 'Do your duty.'

You rise to your feet. Your stomach churns and you immediately regret your decision. One careful step after another, you limp your way to the stairs. Moving down each step one at at time, you feel the pain of the world strike you with every motion.

Just answer the door, and go back to bed. Then you can be sick all day and be miserable.

What a new concept for you.

Reaching the door, you feel your stomach lurch. You can always turn back now. You can always just... stop. This doesn't have to go on, Anon. This is clearly painful for you. Just take this one off. Just let Fluttershy wait. She'll leave eventually, won't she?

...

You sigh. You take a deep breath, and then pull open the door. She stands on the other side of the door smiling up to you.

"Hi, Anon!" she says happily.

The pegasus pauses, looking up at you curiously.

"You don't look so good, Anon. Are you okay?" she asks.

"I just..." you say. "I just..."

Then, you feel another lurch in your stomach. You can't hold it back anymore. The bile rises up your stomach and you feel your body convulse. A steady stream of vomit pushes it's way out of your mouth and Fluttershy's eyes light up.

She opens her mouth, catching the stream as you close your eyes. Your stream ends, as Fluttershy's face turns green. She takes a step closer to you, then regurgitates your vomit back over your feet. You try to step back, trying to evade her digestive attack, but you trip and fall backward, striking your head on the floor. Your vision goes blurry as your hands move to your head and Fluttershy trots inside.

"Yay!" she says. "The pills worked! I-is vomiting your fetish, Anon?"

You groan, shaking your head. Fluttershy looks down at you in total confusion.

"R-really? But there's been so much lately..." she says.

"Fuck off," you moan. "Go away... just leave me alone."

"O-okay, Anon. S-sorry about drugging you to make you sick. I won't do anymore vomiting now. See you tomorrow!" she says happily.

With a flap of her wings, she takes off through the door, leaving you in a crumpled, messy heap.

This is your life. To be vomited on by a stalker horse that provides you the only company you can have in this world. She's the only one who will give you even the time of day. Is this really all there is?

Is this all you have left?

What's the point?

Author's Notes:

I'm really a pretty happy person.