The toast leaps out of your toaster, and you quickly turn to the door. Silence. A bead of sweat drips down your forehead.
Where is she? She hasn't came yet today.
You slept in, since it's the weekend, anticipating that Fluttershy would likely wake you up with her daily fetish guess. But, now it's 1pm, you've gotten way too much sleep, and she STILL hasn't came. This can't possibly be a good sign. There is two options to what's going on.
One: She's finally given up on attempting to learn your fetish. Two: She has something enormous planned.
And all you can do is wait until she springs her trap. You shiver, taking your piece of toast out of the toaster. You need to try to figure out how you could possibly evade the impending, inevitable nightmare. Munching on the toast, you sit at your table with a pad and paper and try to figure out what you could possibly do. You could stay at home all day, refusing to enter the outside world.
Home is a shelter for you. You'd be safe. Unless, she's actually inside right now.
Fuck.
Rising from your seat, you leap out of your home. You can't take any chances. Scanning your surroundings, you search for the yellow demon, but she's nowhere in sight. Taking a deep breath, you relax. Alright, you're outside now.
If you go to a store, there's only one entrance and one exit. You can't box yourself in. So, where can you go that would be relaxing as well as safe.
The idea hits you and you're off like lightning. Swimming.
It doesn't take long for you to get to a nearby pond and strip down to your underwear. Leaping into the cool, refreshing pool of water, you tread water with ease while scanning the horizon once more. With a smile, you close your eyes and hold your breath to float on the surface.
Who knows? Maybe things really are about to change. It would be refreshing if Fluttershy stopped doing the fetish guesses.
Heck, you might even ask her out. She seems pretty cute. And long hair has always kinda been your thing. Once you over look the whole, you know, -she's a horse- thing, it might just work. Yeah. Maybe you should go ask her what the hell that slimy thing around your leg is.
You pause, thinking to yourself what you just thought. Opening your eyes, you stare at the sky wearing a wide smile.
"This is fine."
Suddenly, you're pulled down deep beneath the surface of the water. Futtershy looks you face to face in the water, but she's clearly changed. On either side of her neck are sharp, yellow gills that release bubbles of water. Her lower half has completely changed, producing 8 large, slimy tentacles, like some sort of jaundiced octopus.
"Hi, Anon! Are tentacles your fetish?" she asks under the water.
You scream at the top of your lungs, which probably isn't the brightest thing to do underwater. Scrambling your arms and legs, you propel yourself back towards the surface. Your head breaches the surface and you cough, trying to catch your breath.
Fluttershy breaches the surface, flicking her long hair through the air like a majestic mermaid that's also a pony. A merpony. A ponymaid. Nah, that's a different chapter.
"SHOOO BE DOOO. SHOO SHOO BE DOOOO!" Fluttershy sings.
"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU FREAKY HORSE," you shout at Fluttershy.
"But Anon! I love you! I'm not squidding around!"
You swim as fast as you can towards the shore, leaping out of the water. Gathering your clothes, you sprint back home as Fluttershy watches you leave. With downtrodden eyes, she looks back to the water.
"Well, at least I got these..." she says, raising a tentacle to the surface.
She eyes her prize of your favorite boxers, white with red hearts all over.