Fluttershy had a problem. Yes, a minor problem. She was really craving for some cactuses. Why? Well, it's a long story, but to put in it short, Fluttershy was in the mood for some exotic juice. What better juice than that of a cactus? So Fluttershy set out on an adventure into the deserts of Equestria, searching far and wide for the very best cactuses in all the land.

After searching for a few days, she stumbled upon a convoy of carriages and ponies.

That's when her problem escalated.

"H-Hello?"

Two beady brown eyes focused on poor Fluttershy, whose hooves trembled in [s]fear of being judged[/s] excitement of possibly finding a source of information for her cactus hunt.

The owner of those eyes smiled. "Why hello, miss?"

"F-Flutter[size=0.5em]shy[/size]."

"I beg your pardon?"

Fluttershy looked away from the penetrating gaze of a stallion on a horse-drawn carriage and hid behind her mane. "F-Flutt—"

"Aye, Brazzer! What's the hold up?"

The brown-eyed behemoth of a stallion let out a mean sigh and turned to the voice behind his carriage. "P-Hub! Relax back there! I'm just talking to a fair mare here who wandered in our path!"

The voice took a moment with its reply saying, "Well move on then, mate! We got this funeral to attend to and I don't want the cactuses to become drier than this desert!"

[i]Cactuses?[/i] "Alright!" Brazzer shouted, before turning to Fluttershy again with a smile. "Now where were we—"

"You have cactuses?!" Fluttershy exclaimed with sweat dripping down her cheeks.

The stallion, who was going to flirt with this mare, now jumped back in his seat, repulsed that this mare has an interest in cactuses. "Y-Yes," he began, stuttering all the while. "W-We have some in the back few carriages. It's for the death of—"

"Can I come too!?" Fluttershy said, smiling and squeeing in [s]excitement[/s] utter happiness.

"Uh… one second—Hey Brazzer!"

"Aye!?"

"Can this cheeky mare come to the funeral?"

"Is she ten out of ten, get ready for the swoogity!?"

"Yep, mate! She's even got a thing for the cactuses!"

"Oh… I like her already from the sounds of that! Send her back will ye?!"

Brazzer rolled his eyes and looked at Fluttershy. "Head on to the caboose, alright?"

All Fluttershy do was nod and hold her trembling fore hoof. Her hunt was over. She was finally going to suck on some delicious cactus juice and be happy about it.

Trotting merrily to the caboose, Fluttershy remembered a detail that was startling to her.

[i]"We got a few cactuses in the back. It's for the death of…"[/i]

[i]"We got this funeral to attend to…"[/i] 

[i]Since when does a funeral need cactuses?[/i]

The thought in her head sounded odd to her after all. Maybe it's what ponies do in the desert? Using cactuses as exotic plants to showcase a dead pony's coffin? Maybe even to make the grave site look more appealing?

Fluttershy shrugged and carried on to the caboose. There's no use in stopping herself from gaining access to some quality juice. If that meant she had to tail a funeral procession in the deserts of Equestria, then so be it.

Upon arrival of being at the end of the convoy, Fluttershy noticed the carriages construction. It had a white veil covering its entrance, and its wooden frame was different than the rest. It was much larger and more reinforced, with plywood layered to ensure its safety. Its wheels were larger than the other ones she had passed, and they too looked much stronger than the others. Why was this the case for the last one? Was this carriage housing something she did not know of? [i]Weapons, possibly?[/i]

She shook her head of the silly thought of them turning violent. There has to be another logical reason for…

"Hi."

…[i]that[/i].

"U-Um…"

Inside, an open coffin waited at Fluttershy's hooves.

"Um, what, Fluttershy?"

"How do y-you…"

"I am P-Hub, Fluttershy. I know you due to one of my users searching for 'Fluttersy bangs a—'"

"Please, don't say it… I know, I was featured on that place, but I don't need you to—"

"Congratulate you on your achievement? Fluttershy, no mare could have done what you did and Brazzer will surely miss not having you around."

"W-What?"

"This is what happens when bad mares meet the recycling bin."

Fluttershy, with her excitement at its highest peak, stood frozen as the coffin swallowed her whole.