Fluttershy Wants In Your Pants: Vol. 2

The being before you claps it’s hooves together, and a swirling mass of sand rises from the ground beneath you. It clumps together, writhing and dividing like some form of organic flesh, trying to find a form it was comfortable with. It grows more and more, taking a humanoid shape. Then, it stops, a near plastic replica of a human. Of you.

“I want you to think about this carefully,” it says. “While this is the perfect solution, it is also the worst possible answer. You have a fifty-fifty shot at this. I will create a perfect copy of you. A clone, but one that has all of your experience. All of your preferences. Everything you’ve ever learned, loved, and done will be in this new being. In fact, to the new being, they will never realize that anything happened. To them, there is no difference between the original and the imitation. It simply is you.”

You stare at this being with a sort of doubt. Of all the insanity and world bending anomalies over the last… who fucking knows what time is anymore-- This is certainly the most outlandish.

“Okay, then what?”

“Well, it’s simple. One copy gets to live in a world specifically for you and Redheart. The Fluttershy will be an original. Untampered. No human fetish. She will not so much disregard you as much as “nothing” you. You are just a human in the pony world. No relation. No friendship. No hatred. Just nothing. No meddling.”

You blink, and look down to Red. She returns your look in disbelief.

“What’s the catch?” you ask.

“Well, the other copy-- the other you-- goes to a ‘fixed’ version of the simulation. You have your memory wiped over and over until you have no remainder of your former self. You get barraged with fetish guesses by the ‘Flutterrape’ Fluttershy until the end of time. And she’ll change depending on the guess and the situation. It’ll be just like before you met Red.”

You blink.

“Well I sure as hell don’t want that.”

“Yeah, that’s a terrible deal,” Red interjects.

The being blinks.

“Red, you get a 100% assurance that you have Anon with you for forever. You get the original, not the copy. The copy will believe it’s the original, but it would also be impossible to determine the copy from the original.”

“Yeah, but that still means there’s some part of him out there, being tortured.”

“Well,” it sighs. “The other option is to obliterate both of you and start completely over. But that seems really anticlimactic.”

You glare at it with the heat of a thousand ovens.

“Okay,” it sighs. “More anticlimactic than what’s already happening.”

“So the choice is this or death?” Red asks sarcastically. “How benevolent.”

“Well, it’s still a choice.” it says.

You take a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“We’ll take the copy.”

Red steps away from you.

“Wait, I don’t even get a vote? What about everyone on the outside?”

You shake your head and kneel down to her.

“I’d rather take the chance that I can live the rest of my life with you in peace, and feel the suffering knowing that some part of me got that happy ending with you, than die. Life shouldn’t be about avoiding pain. Otherwise, what have we been working towards all this time?”

Red looks from you, to the mannequin, then back to you.

“Alright,” she smiles for a second, then it flickers to a moment of pain. “If this is what will make you happy.

“It will.” you say. “This is all I ever wanted. So I’m ready to take that chance.”

“So be it.”

It claps it’s hooves.