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// Story: Unquenchable 
// by MonsterAddict 
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Rustle… Rustle, rustle… Rustle. Fluttershy couldn’t bear it any longer… and opened her eyes. She was incredibly hazy, barely conscious. Every part of her hurt. Every part. But still. She had to… find the source… of the noise. She could barely think either. Her thoughts and feelings were a blur of confusion, pain and misery, mixed together into a bitter cocktail that left a terrible after taste in her mouth.

Barely able to concentrate a few seconds without zoning out and back, to then have the constant nagging pain in her head. Everything was just … so… woozy. She felt weird. Every sense of the words. Her body wasn’t controllable, or feeling anything. Movements were sluggish and awkward, as if the movements themselves were an illusion and not really there. Walking seemed so out of focus. Everything … hurt. But still. She had one goal now. The noise. It sounded familiar. Like something friendly or welcoming to her… for some reason.

Everything around her was a literal bur, out of focus; with the only area with detail was the route she was taking to the mysterious noise.  Which itself could be barely said as more detailed, as everything looked the same anyway, just a different colour scheme. Everything counted on this… noise… for some reason… it was unexplainable. Just… instinct. Something she was compelled to do. HAD to do. It felt like and other worldly force had her movements wrapped around his or her hoof, her moves his or her doing, with Fluttershy barely conscious throughout this whole disorientating scenario.

Rustle… rustle… and rustle. She felt… like she was close, thou she had no way of knowing; again some other worldly instinct seemed to be behind this. Her body was in a steady motion, one step at a time. She would get to it. The sound itself resonated from the under growth near some bushes and trees, thou no other detail on the area was see able. Just a mixture of browns and greens. Shapes with no real definition or certainty, edges blurred or irregular. Not really mass… just something… there… the same image copied and pasted but in different ways and places… 

The noise was directly in front. The rustling, shaking the bush, clearly showing  the source of the noise. Fluttershy placed her hoofs on the bush, and pushed it to one side and held it in place. The sight was familiar… the thing in question was… white… very white. It was…. furry. It had a nose. Black beady little eyes, two long floppy ears, and a fluffy tail. It was… a bunny… Angel bunny…?

Fluttershy recognised this and smiled… how she could not recognise him… this cute little adorable bunny. Her pet. Always there for her when she needed it. And she was always there for him when he needed it. Be it an exquisite fine salad or more attention to his finely brushed tail. She was always there. A soft spot in her heart, reserved all for him. Not that she would have it any other way. He was her animal. Her pet. Hers. All hers. Forever… together. Of all animals to forget…

The thought of forgetting… her-her-her beloved pet… sickened her mind and body with ever increasing and intensifying pain. Her head throbbing with the fresh guilt of bad ownership which sickened her mind like a never ending fever. The pain was unbearable. And it only got worse from here on in. Memories, or glimpses and fragments of haunting images anyways began trickling into her mind. Her waking up. Being. Alone. Very alone. Then the sight, the… the killing. The horror… the horror.

Soon enough the memories were coming in now on full blow. Like water falling into her mind in quick succession, one after the other. Each memory coming in and passing but all leaving the same mark. Sadness, and the over whelming fear of nothingness. Her began mind writhing in pain, in agonising torment way beyond anyones limits. She felt as if she could begin crying, but then she heard furious stamping and snapped out of it.

Angel or what looked like Angel, was stamping his back paw furiously at the distorted ground to get her attention. His quick movements were blurry, the outline of his body… was blurry. He was hard to concentrate on he was just so… out of focus. But look at him she tried, and Angel bunny seemed to recognise this. Then without hesitation, nor regret or a hint of sorrow. Began jumping away into the bushes. Away… away from Fluttershy. Leaving behind only an audible trail of rustling in his wake… then… nothing…