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// Team Fluttershy is Blasting Off Again! 
// Story: Flutterburp 
// by Super Trampoline 
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	Then Your Mom walked into town, and the ground began to shake with Your Mom's every step.

Some ponies hate their first name. Some ponies hate their last name. Your Mom hated both names. The important thing to remember is that ponies don't have to and in fact usually don't take on their parents' last name(s). Your's family had simply decided, one generation at a time, to keep the surname "Mom". Thus, the fact that Your's mother My decided to name her son "Your" was simply adding insult to injury, squeezing lemon juice into a cut, salting his wounds, or some other idiom of your (but not Your's) choice. Really, it could probably be chalked up to the fact that bad puns made Your’s mom wetter than Luna in heat for the first time in a millennium.

Your figured he could continue the cycle by naming his future son or daughter "Stacy's".



Around the same time Your took his first tentative steps into Ponyville, an earthquake began. No ordinary earthquake, it in fact lasted all night long. Many of the inhabitatants of Ponyville confused cause with causality with correlation, and assumed that Your was to blame. The next day, the residents of the town pointed angry hooves at Your, saying "You shook me all night long!" He didn't really care.

Fluttershy on the other hoof DID care about the shaking. All that soda in her stomach was getting awfully shaken up, and it was expanding. "Spike, I don't feel so good," said Fluttershy, rubbing her distended stomach tenderly. The shaking continued, if anything growing stronger. "Ugghhhh, Spike this was a horrible idea. I'd throw up, but it's almost impossible for horses to throw up. Whhhhyyyy did I agree to do this?" She winced, and spike could see the discomfort building up.

Spike looked around nervously at the books falling off shelves, lab equipment jiggling, and cracks appearing in the walls, biting his claws. "Uhhhh, heh. Ummm, have some antacids, I think that might help." He handed Fluttershy a packet of small wafers. "Go on, chew a few. They'll help."

Instead, she tore open the packaging and scarfed down the tablets, nearly choking in her enthusiasm to get relief. She swallowed and smiled weakly. "Hopefully that helps." Only after saying this did she bother to actually find out what she had consumed. She uncrinkled the wrapper and examined it: Strawberry Yogurt Mentos.

"Shit."



Mentos have millions of tiny cavities on their surface that act as catalyst sites for the release of carbon dioxide gas from the soda. Fortunately for Fluttershy, many flavors of Mentos cover this with a waxy outer layer. Strawberry yogurt is one such flavor.

Unfortunately for Fluttershy, her stomach acid ate through this layer in about fifteen seconds. As the soda greedily explored these millions of pores in the Mentos, microscopic bubbles began to form at an alarming rate. "Urff!" Her eyes grew wide as pain filled them with tears.

"Fluttershy! Fluttershy!? Are you alright?" Spike yelled. There was a low deep rumble, but it wasn't the continuing earthquake. Fluttershy's mouth was open, her jaw shaking helplessly, but nothing was coming out. "Are you choking? Fluttershy, say something! Spit it out!" He stared helplessly into her throat as she continued to gag. Suddenly, there was a sickening ripping sound as her esophageal sphincter muscles ripped apart, the metaphorical bursting of the dam holding back the floodwater. 

Oh, she spat it out alright.

The last thing Spike remembered seeing was a menacing beam of acidic warm foam headed directly toward his face at several hundred furlongs per hour. The blast slammed into the dragon, sending him backwards and several feet into the solid concrete containment wall. His world went black.

Fluttershy on the other hoof rocketed up, backwards, and through the ceiling, leaving a fizzy trail in her wake.