Fluttershy had become horribly bored, and that simply wouldn’t do at all. The things she had done with her time in the past could no longer be done. All the animals she took care of were dead. Angel Bunny, her chickens. All of them killed by the Black Smoke.

The Black Smoke however had done them a favour. Where any of them still alive for Fluttershy to get her hooves on... their deaths had been quick and painless, the deaths that they would have met under this new Fluttershy would not have been.

Fluttershy looked to the door to her home, she’d not been outside in the last month save twice, the first time was trapping the kangaroo pilots, and the second time was taking the bodies of the kangaroos, plus DS Lucky and DS Banana Crème into the Everfree forest. Well, it settled it then, Fluttershy was going to have to go out and find somepony.

Or some Kangaroo, Fluttershy wasn’t prejudiced.

Fluttershy donned a coat and went outside her door.

Fluttershy made her way into town, and discovered lights from Sugarcube Corner, it seemed that the reconstruction had finished, and the Cakes had reopened for business. Fluttershy figured it was as good a place as any.

She walked inside, the bright colours, lights, and decorations of the all new Sugarcube Corner paled in comparison to anything that Pinkie Pie would have done. Alas, the pink party pony was not here. She hadn’t been spotted in town for a very long time.

Fluttershy scanned the room, looking for someone that she could have some fun with, and soon discovered a prospect. A brown coated stallion, chestnut mane, and a three leaf clover for a Cutie Mark, sitting alone in a corner, quietly sipping a glass of punch through a straw, Fluttershy trotted up to him.

“Hi,” Fluttershy said in her most sensual voice possible.

The Stallion looked up in surprise.

“What’s a handsome stallion like yourself doing here all by your lonesome?” Fluttershy asked playfully, she noted to herself that she didn’t even sound like herself. It was if she was just watching from a distance and letting somepony else do all the talking.

“I... uh... I...” the stallion said, stumbling over his words.

Fluttershy giggled sweetly at him. “I’m Fluttershy, what’s your name?”

“M... Melilot,” the stallion said.

“Well Melilot, I don’t think this is quite the place for either of us, how about we go somewhere a little more... quiet.”

...

Fluttershy’s head rolled back as she rode up and down, moaning with pleasure, she was lying on top of Melilot as the stallion thrust between her hips, shy in public, certainly not shy in the bedroom... or in this case, the cellar. Fluttershy moaned loudly, her body growing hot in excitement.

The stallion kept going, he’d been holding back, he thrust harder and harder, causing Fluttershy to continue to yelp in both pleasure and pain until the stallion could keep himself no more, Fluttershy felt his warmth shoot through her body, she could stand it no more and let out a loud yelp, her muscles tightened and her head rolled back, she moaned Melilot’s name and collapsed forward onto the stallion, placing her hooves around his neck, panting heavily. Fluttershy kissed the stallion gently.

“Did… did you like it?” he asked her.

Fluttershy smiled at him warmly. “Oh yes! It was a nice... warm up.”

Melilot’s eyes widened in excitement, oh how had he become so lucky that this beautiful mare had practically fallen into his haunches.

“Would you like to play... a game?” Fluttershy asked him.

“What kind of game?” Melilot asked.

Fluttershy smiled seductively at the earth pony before her, working her feminine charms to her favour. “How would you like... being tied up?”

The stallion’s eyes widened, she was into that.

“I’d do anything for you!” he said enthusiastically, exactly what Fluttershy wanted to hear.

Fluttershy fetched some ropes, binding the ponies fore and hind legs together, gagging his mouth, and leaving him waiting anxiously for his final reward. It was when Fluttershy picked up her knife that he began to realise that luck was not what he had.

Fluttershy plunged the knife into the stallion’s chest, slicing him open, he screamed in pain, but made little noise as Fluttershy had gagged him, the filly cut him open, spilling his organs onto the floor and haphazardly tossing them about with homicidal glee.

Fluttershy reached in and gently picked up Melilot’s heart, she smiled at him, showing him, and proceeded to crush it between her hooves.

The stallion closed his eyes, and drifted off into the endless sleep.

...

Um... Fluttershy? If I can talk to you? It would be really nice if I could... Fluttershy heard a small voice say inside her head.

NO! DON’T LISTEN TO HER; SHE WANTS TO STOP ALL OUR FUN! Cried another voice from inside Fluttershy’s head.

I don’t mean to be a spoil sport but...

“NO!” Fluttershy screamed.

GOOD GIRL! Shouted the louder, more menacing sounding voice.

The quieter voice squeaked in fear, and retreated into a dark corner of Fluttershy’s mind, leaving only the louder voice.

THAT WAS FUN!

Fluttershy had to admit, it was. “Oh but I’ve made a mess again!”

SO WHAT?

“Well, I have to figure out what I’m going to do with the body. I can’t just keep dumping them in the forest, people will notice!”

BURN HIM!

That would do it. Fluttershy did have plenty of paraffin oil for use in oil lamps, more than she could ever possibly use.

BURN! BURN! BURN! BURN! BURN! BURN! BURN!

Fluttershy dragged Melilot’s body outside, dumped paraffin oil over his body she struck a match and dropped it on him.

The stallion’s body erupted in flame, incinerating deceased stallion.

“Burn! Burn! BURN!” Fluttershy found herself chanting; she tossed wood onto the fire every so often, trying to keep it going as long as possible. Soon enough, it was indistinguishable from just a regular bonfire. After an hour of watching the fire burn, Fluttershy found herself beginning to get bored again. She allowed the fire to die down, and she went back inside to take a nice bubble bath.

...

Derpy Hooves trotted into the post office in order to get started on her shift. Her goal was to deliver the entire town’s mail before lunch time, though she was unlike to meet it, she never did.

However, something was different about the post office today. There were two posters that were not there yesterday.

MISSING:

DETECTIVE SERGEANT LUCKY

DETECTIVE CONSTABLE BANANA CRÉME

PLEASE CONTACT CANTERLOT POLICE SERVICE

WITH ANY INFORMATION ABOUT WHEREABOUTS

500 POUND REWARD

The poster had the two Detectives pictures on it; they weren’t anypony that Derpy recognised. Derpy hated seeing these posters, because she never knew anything that would be helpful to the case. Otherwise she’d report it post-haste, not for the money, though Derpy did admit, that having 10,000 bits would be nice, but simply because it would be the right thing to do.

Derpy didn’t think anything else of it; she grabbed her mailbag, and checked her compass. To her annoyance, the needle was pointing towards her, indicating that she was facing south. She knew that this was wrong, because the direction she was facing was most definitely west. She turned to the south, the needle continued to point towards her.

Derpy looked crossly at the compass; she knew it wasn’t the compasses fault. Somepony had placed a magnet in her mailbag again. Derpy groaned in annoyance, her mail bag was perfectly sorted. This was why she could never finish before lunch.

She dumped her mailbag out, discovering the trickster’s magnet and tossing it away in the waste bin. Now she had to re-sort the mail, by hoof, and then deliver it.

It was going to be a long day.

...

The clock struck two by the time that Derpy made her last delivery, Carrot Top’s Home was the last stop on her route, and by the time she knocked on the door, Carrot Top opened the door and gave the Pegasus a cold glare for being several hours late.

Derpy was usually polite while doing her rounds, regardless of how impolite the recipients of the mail were, but Derpy was not having it today. She was angry, and turned over the mail, and as she turned to leave she added a quiet “get stuffed” as she flew away.

Derpy returned home to her flat, she went to grab her keys out of her bag, but realised that she was carrying her mailbag, and not her personal bag, thus, her keys were still at the post office.

Derpy facehoofed herself for letting herself be so flustered to make such a mistake, she went down to the post office, swapped her mailbag for her personal bag, and made her way back home.

She trotted up to her doorstep, took her keys out, but she stopped herself upon noticing that the lock wasn’t right.

Somepony had jammed up the mechanism with superglue.

Derpy clenched her teeth, and let out a loud scream of frustration. She broke down and started crying on the steps that lead up to her flat. Why did this keep happening to her? What had she done to deserve all this? The endless pranks and jokes at the pegasi mare were starting to get to her.

As it so happened, Lyra & Bon Bon walked by and noticed the crying pegasi on the steps.

“Derpy? Is everything alright?” Lyra asked.

“No...” Derpy said with a sniffle. “I’ve had the most rotten day. Somepony put a magnet in my mailbag. So I had to dump out and re-sort the mail by hoof. I was late with everyponies mail, so they all gave me looks for it. Then I get home and find that someone put superglue in my locks, again!”

So was a day in the life of Derpy Hooves.

Both Lyra and Bon Bon gave the sniffling pegasi a hug. “There there, it’s all right! How about you come and stay the night with us, and we’ll get a locksmith out to your flat tomorrow morning,” Bon Bon suggested.

Derpy smiled, wiping the tears from her eyes. “You two are great friends, you know that?”

Lyra and Bon Bon smiled, and the three of them walked back towards their flat.