“Thanks for helping me move out of my place.” Sunset said as she placed a box in the back of Big Mac’s truck. “I couldn’t have done all of this myself.”
Pinkie giggled. “Yeah, because this place is a scary nightmare horder nest.”
Sunset snorted. “Don’t remind me.”
Applejack placed some more items in a crate. “Aw shucks, Sunset! We don’t mind none. Good fer ya muscles.”
Sunset smiled as she shoved her box near the front of the truck.
“Umm… Sunset? What is this?” Fluttershy said as she looked into a crate that suspiciously had the words “DO NOT OPEN” scrawled across the side in red paint.
Sunset rushed over. “Oh, Fluttershy, you don’t need to look in there…”
Horror spread across the yellow girl’s face. “Is this… a crate of old toenails?”
Sunset looked away. “Yeah….”
Fluttershy shrunk down low. “But… why?”
Sunset rubbed the back of her neck. “I, uh, used to be a… fetish.”
Fluttershy’s face turned green. “Why?”
Sunset threw her hands up in the air. “My parents used to be in a cult… it’s just how I was raised.”
Fluttershy gagged. “I have to go. Now.”