//------------------------------// // Fluttershy // Story: Prince Blueblood Tries to Become a Villain // by CrackedInkWell //------------------------------// In hindsight, he should have done this sooner. It was pure evil, it was simple, it was easy; and most importantly of all, it wasn’t illegal per-se. Although he has certainly have heard about the Elements of Harmony, even managed to meet a very select few of them in the past; the one called Fluttershy he was certain he never met. However, that didn’t mean that he was completely ignorant of her existence. All he knew was that she lived in Ponyville, has a strange fetish to taking care of animals, lived up to her namesake, and was apparently very delicate when it comes to her feelings. Someone who if you say the right thing, you’d be able to make her cry. Which, he heard, was considered to be an act of pure evil. Just the thing he was looking for. It only took a few minutes on a Pegasi chariot to get down to the backwater town known as Ponyville. However, thanks to the so-called “brilliant” directions from a crossed-eyed mare, the Prince found that it took even longer to locate where Fluttershy was. Eventually, he did find her in the overgrown garden known as the Animal Sanctuary. A place where he could only describe as part literal jungle gym and part rip-off of a tropical swimming pool. The mare he was looking for was tending to feed a white rabbit that was near the top of a waterfall. ‘About time,’ Blueblood thought as he approached the sanctuary. ‘One would think that it would be obvious that the animal lover would be in a place where she’s constantly surrounded by the untamed creatures. It’s tiring enough trying to find her in this unbearable heat, wandering around in a place populated by nitwits no less. Still, time to put my foolproof plan into action.’ He told his sweating, panting entourage to drop the palanquin, much to their relief. The prince’s guards then carried the Prince by a platform over the fresh dung and sleeping pony-eating creatures towards the sun colored mare at the top of the rocky structure. “…. Yes, Angel, it does have extra carrots.” The mare insisted gently, pushing the bowl of salad towards the rabbit, its arms folded. “And I didn’t forget the cherry on top, it’s right there, see?” But the bunny, proud as it can be, refused to even look at the bowl. Blueblood raised an eyebrow and had a brief thought: ‘Is that my spirit animal?’ Yet shook his head and got straight to his evil plan as soon as the platform was sat down. “Are you Ms. Fluttershy?” Immediately, the mare jumped in surprise, as if she didn’t notice the metallic clopping of hooves from his guards that were approaching her. She put a hoof over her heart. “Goodness me! I’m sorry, I didn’t know we had visitors.” “Are you Fluttershy?” He repeated his question. She nodded. “And you must be Prince Blueblood.” She gave a quick curtsy. “This is quite a surprise; I didn’t know you were coming to the sanctuary today. What brings you here, Your Highness?” “Simply put,” he said, his horn fetching a scroll and a pair of reading glasses, “I’m here to insult you.” The mare blinked. She looked over at the bunny who shrugged. “What?” “I’m here to try out some of these to find out which ones would make you cry, and which ones have no effect. Shall we begin?” She tilted her head in confusion. “Is this supposed to be a test?” “Of sorts. But for now, on with the insulting.” He cleared his throat. “Let’s see what’s a good one to start out… ‘You’re a pushover cry baby that hides behind a wall of fluffy animals to make yourself feel better.’” “Well, that’s kind of true. These animals always do help make me feel better every day.” Blueblood frowned so he tried out another one. “What about uh… ‘Nopony would bother being friends with you unless you continuously make yourself look like the pitiful victim that needs saving.’” “Not always necessary, but it helps.” “…. Okay…? Uh… ‘Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.’” “That’s only true on a Thursday.” His eye twitched. Taking in a deep breath, he said, “Ma’am, I don’t think you understand how this works. I’m supposed to read something offensive; you get upset and cry because I’ve hurt your feelings.” “But how can I do that when I’m not offended, or my feelings are hurt?” “Well, there’s got to be something on here that should do the trick…” He looked through the scroll. Scanning for something that would really hurt her emotionally. “How about… ‘You’re so ugly that not even a blind coltfriend would go out with you.’” “True, but Rainbow Dash doesn’t think so.” “‘Your such a pushover that animals simply tap-dance over you?’” “Only Angel Bunny does that.” She pointed to the perplexed white rabbit next to her. “Uh… ‘I’m adopting your pets so they could be ground up as dog meat?’” “Well, Mr. Honey does need extra food.” He pointed to the bear swinging on a hammock down below. “‘I impregnated your mother?’” “Oh goodie! I can’t wait to meet my new sibling.” Blueblood lost his patients and tore up the scroll, growling in frustration. “Come on! I thought you cry at the drop of a hat!” “I guess you must have heard wrong.” She smiled. “But I’m sure if you just keep on trying, you’ll eventually find something that should make me cry.” The Prince stared at her, his eye twitching. “You’re just trolling with me now, aren’t you?” “Oh no. I would never do that. In truth I am sensitive, but these things aren’t just doing the trick. But I’m sure that if you just keep trying, you’ll eventually find something that would hurt my feelings.” There was an awkward silence between them before Blueblood broke it. “What are you? A masochist?” She blushed. “Well… not exactly.” “…. I’m not going to comment on that.” He turned around. “This is a waste of time.” “Oh no, if you just keep trying-” “What’s the point? My brilliant composition of insults didn’t work, why should me improvising do otherwise?” He said, kicking the bowl of salad over. “I’m going home.” He stopped when his ears perked up, hearing the sudden whine and sob of the mare. “You monster!” She cried out. “I’ve worked all afternoon on that salad for Angel Bunny!” “I don’t care.” The Prince said as he climbed back onto the portable platform, and just as he was about to leave, he turned around in time to see tears forming in the mare’s eyes. ‘Huh… that was easy.’ Just as the tears began to flow, the sky darkens, dread stunk the air all around them, and out from the ground, a giant crack formed in which a shadowy daemon with a booming voice echoed all throughout the valley: “FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS I LAID DORMANT! WHO DARES DISTURBS MY PRECIOUS FLUTTER- Oh it’s you.” “Discord!” Fluttershy called out with waterfalls of tears flowing down. “He ruined Angle’s lunch!” The mitch-matched creature circled around Blueblood. “Did you make my Fluttershy cry?” Discord asked in a low, serious voice. “Uh-uh… N-No.” The Prince lied. “He did it!” He pointed at the rabbit. Angel frowned. Despite the guards trying to protect him from the Ex-Lord of Chaos, Discord shrunk his entourage to the size of ants. “Do you know what happens when someone – anyone – makes Fluttershy cry?” Blueblood shook his head. “Here, allow me to give a demonstration.” He said, saying the last word through his teeth. The Prince gulped. Maxwell blinked. “What happened?” The doctor looked up from his clipboard, behind them were the double doors to the Emergency room where noticeable sounds of snaps and screaming were coming from. “He’s been twisted into a literal pretzel. A begrudging Ex-Chaos spirit came by the hospital dropping him off saying that Fluttershy told him to do it. Frankly, it’s amazing he’s even treatable at all.” Another piercing scream, and the butler facehoofed. “Doesn’t he know there’s a reason why nopony could make Fluttershy cry on purpose now?” “Well, that didn’t stop him. Ponies have done stupid things just to get attention.” “Tell me about it.” Maxwell deadpan. “So what exactly is being done to his highness?” “They’re arranging his skeleton back to its original position. It shouldn’t take long now.” He said casually when another snap and piercing scream was heard. “Shouldn’t you give him a little anesthetic before doing this?” The doctor raised an eyebrow. “Would you give an anesthetic to somepony that made Fluttershy cry? Besides, I’m sure he’ll be fine.” Another scream. “Eventually.”