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Illusion of Choice · FiM Minific ·
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Which Fluttershy?
“Hey there, sugarcube,” Applejack said upon seeing her. “You out doin’ some grocery shoppin’ today?”
“I guess so.” Truth be told, she didn’t know what drew her here, but the gleaming skins of the apples called out to her. “I’d like to buy some apples.”
“O’ course!” Applejack waved her foreleg over the assortment. “What type’ll suit ya’ today?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Fluttershy replied with a quiver in her voice. “They all look so… so succulent.”
The assortment all called out to her. She salivated heavily, enough to make Applejack raise a brow.
“You okay, sugarcube?”
Snapping out of her trance, she sputtered. “Oh, sorry! I’ll take a few of each.” With a shaky hoof, she reached into her saddlebag and tossed a sack of bits on the table, almost right off the edge.
“Land’s sakes!” Applejack cried out with excitement. “You’re really cravin’ apples today, Fluttershy!” She tossed a few of each variety in a basket and gave it to her.
The pegasus giggled, unable to stop the blush on her cheeks—or her salivation. “Oh, yes,” she slurred. She looked in the basket, at the ripe, beautiful treasure inside.
Applejack laughed. “Ya’ sure Flutterbat ain’t makin’ ya’ buy these?”
It was meant as a joke, but that made Fluttershy pause. Now that it had been brought up, she did feel an almost carnal desire to suck the juice right out of the beauties, and dispose of the skins entirely. It would be a waste, but eating the skin would be a waste of time, right?
This thought made her backpedal. “Uh, on second thought, I don’t think I should—“
Before she could wheel about and return the basket, Applejack had prodded her forward. “It was a joke, sugarcube. Go on an’ enjoy ‘em, and don’t you fret about what I say.”
A second prodding got the pegasus moving, and with an exchange of goodbyes she was walking home. As she walked, she couldn’t help but wonder at Applejack’s implication. Had it been Flutterbat that had influenced her to buy the apples? Or had the choice been her own? With a pit of doubt in her stomach, she glanced into the basket. The apples shone in the sunlight, and the basket swayed like a pocketwatch meant to hypnotize. She could smell the sweet, strong fragrance coming from them, and she could taste the juice running down her throat, and feel the crisp, mighty bite it had.
This made her pause. Regaining consciousness, she looked down to see a Red Gala wedged in her mouth, almost sucked dry. She gasped.
“Oh my goodness,” she whispered. “Flutterbat.”
“What the hay?” She looked up to see two mares staring at her with smirks and raised brows. “What’s wrong with you? Don’t you know how to eat an apple?” They laughed.
Fluttershy frowned. “This is a normal way to eat an apple,” she said quietly.
It was loud enough for the mares to eat her. “What, to suck the juice out like some vampire?” They laughed even louder.
Fluttershy began getting angry. “That’s not a nice thing to say,” she said evenly.
“Uh, yeah?” One of the mares glared at her. “So what? What are you gonna do about it? Suck my blood?”
She could feel a burning sensation welling inside of her. “Why don’t you just stop? Why can’t you show respect for other ponies? So what if I eat fruit like a vampire?”
She began approaching them, and they began backing away. “You think you’re so high-and-mighty that you can’t let a pony eat in peace? Huh?”
Before she could approach them further, she saw Applejack leap in front of her. “Fluttershy, calm down! Your voice is getting real deep, and you’re scaring everypony!”
She was about to snap at the farmer for interrupting her, but the mention of a deep voice made her think. That wasn’t something she did when she was angry; Angel had told her that. A few seconds thought made her think of only one source: Saddle Rager. It was an odd connection, but the earlier thought of Flutterbat made her think again.
Was I so angry that I almost became that beast again? She gasped. What if… what if I can't control any of these personalities within me?
“Fluttershy?”
“I’m sorry,” Fluttershy said, defeated. She heard the mares llaugh. The burning sensation raged again, and it terrified her.

To all readers: The biggest thing I'd like to know is, was the tension at least present?
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