“Alright…” You spit out a bit of blood. “I’m not taking any more of your crap.”
Oh boy! We’ve got a bad-ass over here! And it seems that bad-ass is you!
“What did you say?” Fluttershy arches an eyebrow.
“You heard me.” You crack your neck, then your knuckles, then your back, then left foot. “I’m not putting up with you any longer!”
“Oh really?” Fluttershy swoops over to you, hovering eye to eye. “And what are you gonna do about it…” She narrows her eyes. “Punk.”
For a minute or so the two of you stare into each others eyes. You can feel her gaze penetrating your skull. Not literally, that would be weird.
Finally you take a deep breath and, with all the gusto and manliness you have, shout, “Oh sweet Celestia I’m sorry please don’t hurt me I’ll do anything!”
About an hour later, you find yourself outside of Fluttershy’s cottage, the door slamming behind you. You may not have turned Fluttershy back to normal, but at least you have the pleasure of knowing you made the lives of Fluttershy’s electric eels a little nicer.
> Maybe the next pony will be more agreeable…