"FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST! HEEEELP!" you scream at the top of your lungs.

The vine releases you, and tosses you to the ground. The wind escapes out of your lungs as you feel a 'snap' in your nose. Then, a gush of blood rushes out your nostrils, like popping a water balloon. You try to breathe, but the blood pours down your throat. You reach out an arm to scramble away, but the hissing black vines creep their way toward you.

You dig your fingers into the dirt, pulling yourself back toward your house. The dirt buries itself into your cuts and scrapes as you drag yourself along the ground. You glance over your shoulder. The thorned plants slither their way towards you, steadily growing longer. You try to move your legs to army crawl your way to your house, except, your right leg does not budge. It lies limply on the ground, unresponsive.

"Fuck!" you growl. "Fuck off you fucking rape plants!"

As if angered, a vine seizes itself around your vulnerable leg and pulls. Numb tingles shoot up your leg, and then burning pain shoots through the rest of your body. You scream in pain and dig yourself deeper into the dirt as the plant wills you closer. The ground begins to give way around your fingers, leaving rows of claw marks in the ground.

Well, this is it. This is how you die. To a black rape plant. Not that the color of the plant is the problem. The problem is going to be the massive thorns that are going to ravage and ruin your asshole. You're going to be butt hurt until you die. At least it couldn't get any worse.

"Hey, Anon!" calls a familiar voice.

Actually, it might be easier to kill yourself.

"FLUTTERSHY! GO HOME!"

"BUT ANON!" Fluttershy yells. "I HAVE A QUESTION!"

You look over your shoulder, and Fluttershy stands proudly on two hooves, holding... is that... is that a fucking super-soaker? Is that a goddamn pony squirt gun? No. That’s it. We're done here. We're fucking do-

"Are FLAMETHROWERS your fetish?!" she says, flipping down a welding mask.

She takes aim at the plants and shoots forth a massive torrent of fire from the end of the device in her hooves. The vines hiss and cry in pain as the fire engulfs the beast. The tentacles release you and you collapse on the ground.

"Come to MAMA!" Fluttershy yells as the vines try to scramble away. But they can't. They're plants. That's how plants work. Come on reader. Get your shit together. I don't care how you do it. Fucking read a book. Take a goddamn biology class at a local community college. Get your shit together.

The vines shrivel and scream, flailing about in all directions like a dying snake. Then, black and charred, they lie still. Fluttershy lifts her welding mask and flies over to you, smiling to herself proudly.

You cough in pain and spit out a mouthful of blood. Gazing up at her, she looks expectantly down at you for an answer.

"No," you pant. "But if you get me... to a hospital... I won't sue."

Fluttershy nods, before trotting over to your right leg.

"That's okay, Anon. I'm just happy I could help. Let's get you to a hospital!"

She grabs you by the right leg, and the rush of pain surges through your senses once more as she pulls you along the ground.

"NO YOU FUCKING BITCH! LET ME GO! DONT DRAG ME BY MY FUCKED UP LEG! AHHH! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU! OH MY GOD!"

Fluttershy sighs happily as she pulls you along the ground.

"It's so nice that everything's back to normal."