It seems that every time I leave out one of my shirts, Fluttershy just has to put it on. She knows that ponies don't wear clothes, right?

So what else could this mean?

An idea created due to Flutterpriest's magnum opus, "Fluttershy Wants In Your Pants".

What if you continued to exist after everything you ever knew was destroyed, after everything you ever loved and everything that ever loved you was dead and gone forever? What if you were forced to live in your home as it crumbles and decays around you? What would that do to you?

An unfortunate magician will find out, when the victim of these circumstances has a contemplation of his own: How far can a mare's mind bend before it breaks?