A clap of thunder makes you leap from your bed. Turning your head to the window, you snicker to yourself.

"Right, the scheduled thunderstorm."

You never quite have gotten used to that weather is made, not predicted in Equestria. And 90% of the time, the ponies have extremely sunny weather, with one or two big thunderstorms a month in order to water the grass, flowers, and crops. It's kinda like a crazy efficient sprinkler system. But with 100% more lightning. In fact, on that note. Has anyone in this world died by lightning stri-

No. You can't think that way, Anon. If you make today's fetish guess about being struck by lightning, you will actually die. That's a terrible way to end your story.

Throwing on a robe, because you aren't ready to render the boys slaves to binding chains of clothing just yet, you head downstairs and start a pot of coffee for yourself. You take a moment to just stare out the window and watch the rain fall gently. Honestly? This might be a good day to read a book. Like, I Have No Muzzle, But I Must Scream. Something fitting the dark atmosphere. Something spooky.

Just then, there's a knock on the door. You turn in place, staring at it incredulously. Jesus, Fluttershy doesn't give up. Rain or shine, her eternal pursuit for your fetish clearly never rests.

You head to the door with a sigh. You might as well let her head home and get out of the rain. She'll catch a cold if she stays out too long. Then she'll ask if colds are your fetish and it'll be a bullshit loop of days that are all around being sick. Ugh. That sounds terrible.

The door creaks on it's hinges as you open it. Fluttershy stands on the other side, her hair dripping water down onto your welcome mat. Her eyes are focused on the ground, unmoving.

"Hey, Fluttershy. What's up?" you say.

She remains silent and takes three careful steps inside out of the rain.

"Uh. No! No. Bad Pony. Rape horses stay outside. Outside."

Searching for anything. You find a nearby newspaper and roll it up into a tube. You extend your hand to lightly bop her head.

Lightning flashes.

Half of the newspaper tube falls to the the ground slowly as Fluttershy looks up to you with a crooked smile. A large butcher knife is held in her right hoof.

"I know that yandere mares are your fetish, Anon," she says.

The thunder rolls in the distance from the lightning.

"And now, we'll be together. Forever. This is how it all ends," she continues.

You take three steps back from Fluttershy, tossing your shredded newspaper to the table.

"Okay. Now hold on, Fluttershy," you say slowly. "Let's talk this out. First of all, no. Yandere isn't my fetish. Second, we can't be together if I'm dead."

Fluttershy snickers as she gently closes the front door and locks it.

"But now I won't have to share you. You'll be all mine," she smiles to herself. "You won't be tempted by all of those other mares who only want you for sex. You try to be good for me. And I'm so proud of you. But now you won't have to worry about them taking you against your will anymore. I know what's best for you."

Her hooves glide silently across the floor as you hit the stairs.

"Dying isn't good for me!"

Fluttershy smiles, a fire hiding behind her eyes.

"You'll be so peaceful, Anon. And I'll take very, very good care of you."

Then, she stares at you. Her eyes grow wide, and you feel your feet rooted to the ground which you stand. You try to move your limbs, but you feel like strings hold you in place. Fluttershy edges closer to you, humming gently to herself as she holds her stare on you.

"I just love you so much, Anon... I can't let you go and make a mistake you'll regret for the rest of your life," she says.

"I... need to be alive for that to happen," you mutter, struggling against the invisible bonds that hold you.

Fluttershy tilts her head and giggles to herself.

"Why, Anon? Did I ever say I was going to kill you?" she asks. "Why, I just want..."

She stops, looking down to your pants.

"Huh, this really isn't doing anything for Mr. Penis now is it?"

Your gut drops.

"Wait, what?" you say out loud.

"Well, that's that. I suppose Yandere mares really aren't your fetish, huh?"

She turns on you, and you can feel yourself move once more.

"Sorry about all that, Anon. I hope you have a good day! No hard feelings. See you tomorrow!~" she says as she moves to the door, unlocks it, and skips outside.

You collapse to the ground and wrap your arms around yourself.

What was that? What was that... stare? She had you. She owned you. She could have taken absolutely anything she ever wanted directly from you and you would have had zero say. She could have just murdered you in cold blood, and you would have been powerless. She could have used you for her own demented sexual desires, and you couldn't fight her off.

You close your eyes and take a moment to lay down on the floor.

'How did it take her this long to use that power on me?' you wonder to yourself. 'I've seen her use it on animals... but I didn't think... I mean. I guess I'm an animal in this world.'

You look to the door fearfully.

"How long has she known that would work on me?"

Author's Notes:

The stare finally arrives...

Hmmm....