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// Chapter Three: I'm Gonna Kick Your Pansy Soul All the Way Back Down the Tunnel. 
// Story: Living the Life of Industrialism 
// by FlutterDash 
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Pinkie slowly awoke, disoriented and with a pain in her skull that felt like it was being cleaved in half. She noticed she felt the air pass around her, as if she was slowly moving.“W-where am I...” She was a complete wreck; her mane was knotted and matted, her clothes were somewhat... missing. She wasn't wearing her shirt anymore. Fluttershy looked back at her pink marefriend, spread out on her back like an overly-heavy blanket, sighing. She had a manticore or ten to pick with that pony. 

“We're going home.” Her voice was rather distant. She continued the walk, the sun rising up over the highrises. Pinkie had began to finally get her wits about her, and realized she heard the soft hoofsteps of both the yellow pegasus and the ponies that drew the sparse carriages through the roads. To Fluttershy, it was nothing more than a mere dimmer of the silence. To Pinkie, though, it was amplified thousand-folds in her mind, making it wretch in pain. When she opened her eyes, that same pink pony also noticed the sun peeking through the buildings, thin shreds of light landing upon her as she was carried. It burned her eyes due to the overactive sensory system. She tried to put her hooves over her eyes, but began to slide off of Fluttershy. Needless to say, she stopped the idea immediately and instead hid her face in the soft, pink mane that laid in front of her. Minutes passed by, the same sound repeating itself over and over; the clop-clopping of hooves against pavement. The same agony resounded through Pinkie's head, although it wasn't as severe as before – Fluttershy's mane had muffled out some of the excess noise. Shortly she heard the opening of electronic doors, and some more clopping that was joined in by idle chatter. Another door opening, then closing, followed by silence. A small shift, the feeling of going upwards. Pinkie peered out from the confines of the soft mane, noticing they were in an elevator. Seconds later, a beep, scorching pain into her head briefly. She hid her face once more as Fluttershy walked out of the elevator and into their apartment, just in time as the lights were flipped to 'on.' 

Fluttershy looked around as the lights flickered on, illuminating the apartment the two bought a while ago. She sighed quietly as she felt Pinkie's breath on her neck lightly, trying to stay aggravated at her but failing to hold her composure. She quickly broke into a smile as she carried the pink mare into their bedroom. She always made Fluttershy smile, despite what mood she was in. She put her down gently on the plush bed and softly jumped in, somehow defying gravity enough to not make the bed move as she landed. She sat there, looking at Pinkie, waiting for her to realize. She didn't show it, at least not yet, but she was still extremely aggravated at Pinkie Pie for what she did. 

The guilty pink mare finally began to rouse, having dozed off while being carried by the pegasus. She opened her eyes and turned over, looking at Fluttershy with bloodshot eyes. She was immediately greeted by none-other than The Stare. She immediately froze in place, her pink poofy mane going straight and falling to one side, her tail doing the same; flat as flat could be.

Fluttershy's complexion changed entirely, from one of calmness to one of utmost anger and distraught emotions. She extended her wings, flapping softly, rising just above Pinkie. “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!” She screamed. The paralyzed pink party pony just sat there, staring. “WELL?!” The angered yellow pegasus got into the face of Pinkie Pie, The Stare not waivering. “LOOK AT YOURSELF. DO YOU EVEN REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT? DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOUR SHIRT WENT?” The guilty party pony shook her head meekly, still unable to come up with the courage to speak. “OF COURSE NOT. I BET YOU DON'T REMEMBER ALL THOSE DRINKS YOU HAD, OR THE FACT YOU DECIDED IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO GET UP ON THE DJ TABLE AND START STRIP TEASING FOR EVERYBODY.” She snarled. “AND I SUPPOSE YOU THINK I WOULDN'T MIND? DIDN'T YOU?” Pinkie couldn't move. She's rarely ever seen this side of Fluttershy, and when she did it was always directed at another pony, but never her. “THAT'S WHY YOU SMILED AT ME WHEN YOU WERE DOING IT, HUH?!” Fluttershy pressed towards Pinkie, forcing her to cower, falling onto her back with the raging pegasus flying directly above her, not enough room to even see anything but her fiery eyes. “I'm so disappointed in you...” she whispered, breaking Pinkie's heart. She stopped hovering and landed on the bed, before hopping off and walking out the door, closing it quietly. 

Pinkie Pie was still in the same position she was when Fluttershy left. All she could manage to get out was “I'm sorry...” right as the door closed. She doubted that it was heard, but at least it was aired. The hung-over pink pony rolled out of their bed, landing on her hooves. The impact, although slight, still made her head hurt. She didn't care. The hangover was the least of her problems, she had caused something that hurt her Flutters and she couldn't even remember what it was. She slowly dragged herself over to the mirror on the opposite side of the room, and saw in the mirror, what seemed to be a completely different pony. Her mane and tail were completely flattened, her shirt was missing, her eyes looked like she had too many nights up without sleep, bloodshot with slightly enlarged pupils. Her coat, just to her notice now, was a bit duller than usual. She was a mess. 

Fluttershy grabbed a locked book in her mouth, and sat down in the living room. She opened the book, the lock unlocked, and took the pen from inside of it. The books name? “The Diary of Fluttershy.” She began writing, neatly and slowly, with precision Equestrian. After about twenty minutes of writing, she put the pen back in its place and closed the book, beginning to lock it as she noticed Pinkie Pie slinking out of the bedroom, looking death warmed over. The dull pink pony was wearing a new shirt but no shorts, or maybe she was, Fluttershy couldn't figure it out. The shirt was too long, acting more like a robe, to tell. She watched as Pinkie slowly dragged herself over to her, and locked the diary with a key that seemingly appeared out of nowhere before setting it down. The flat-maned mare looked up at the yellow pegasus, regret and agony stained across her eyes. They were also damp and bloodshot; she had been crying.

“F-Flutters...” Pinkie began, her voice cracking slightly at first. “I... I'm sorry, Flutters...”

“I don't know if you really are, Pinkie.” Fluttershy glanced up at the diary, before returning her gaze back down to Pinkie Pie. “You seemed to enjoy yourself last night.” Her voice was not more than a mere whisper, but to Pinkie it was like blades being thrust into her, twisting and turning before pulling back out, leaving holes in her that made her look like Swiss cheese.

“I am...” is all Pinkie could say, before jumping onto Fluttershy and crying her eyes out once more, this time in her mane, as Fluttershy sat there and rubbed the crying mare's back, holding her close. “I am, I am, I am...” is all she repeated, over and over, crying more each time. “I am, I am...” It broke Fluttershy's heart, seeing her usually cheerful party pony of a marefriend crying like this, so miserable and broken. She knew that she meant it. She knew that Pinkie was being sincere. She also knew it was her fault that Pinkie was like this. She wrapped her front legs around Pinkie and held her close.

“Let's just... go to sleep, Pinkie...” Fluttershy whispered quietly in Pinkie's ear. 

“O-okay,” she sniffled. She hugged her Flutters, and they got up and began walking to their bedroom. By the time they had reached it, they had both stripped down to nothing, clothes strewn behind them as they made their way to the plush bed. They laid down together, the covers puffing up and landing on top of them. Pinkie took one last look at Fluttershy before attempting to go to sleep, but was interrupted by a hoof in her mouth. She looked at Fluttershy.

“Promise me you won't do anything like that again.” Pinkie nodded. “Promise me you'll limit how much you drink next time.” Again, a nod. “Pinkie Pie Promise me.” She took her hoof off of Pinkie's mouth.

“Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a cupcake in my eye. I promise.” Fluttershy seemed content with this.

“Oh, um, Pinkie?”

“Yes?”

“I love you. And if you ever do something like that again I'm going to be leaving instantly.”

“I love you, too, Flutters.” She didn't feel like answering to the second part, as it caused a twinge of regret to the already-filled tank of shame. And with that they snuggled up next to each other, closing their eyes and falling asleep in each others hooves. Needless to say, Pinkie's mane and tail poofed back up in her sleep.