What happens when poor sweet Fluttershy finds herself as the catalyst fer an Equestria wide eradication of evil through the power of magic...an what if she happens to know some of those evil doers well?
Ol'Squeaks hopes to soon elaborate on this idea, ifn there's any interest in it XD
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No flation or fattenin' or macroness as yet in this openin' bit, but it may be in the future of all bad creatures in Equestria one by one!
Not a lot here to be brutally honest, jus an outline, but he hopes it's worth a smile.
Also, fair warnin', this is another nightmare story so things will get pretty weird...
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Glad to finally write somethin' again at least.
He'll try his best to get back in the game though. Even ifn this tale specifically isn' any folk's cup of tea, its a way to get him back at the word processor leastwise so he can do more stuff later on.

Ifn ye can' download or read the tale from FA, below the whole thing is printed as much as the Capn' has written thus far.

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From Bad to Burst
Fluttershy’s Nightmare
Prt 1: Breaking Bad

“Good morning everyone!”
She liked to use this non-traditional greeting when visiting her indoor menagerie. None of the squirrels, rabbits, mice, birds, ferrets, moles, skunks, or bears really qualified as ponies so the wide-ranging term seemed appropriate.
If there was one thing Fluttershy prided herself on (and it was a small list of things she allowed herself to put on airs about) it was her inclusivity.
She flapped merrily to her larder shelf, took careful hold of the box of animal food in her mouth, soared to the place were the dishes were set and hastily but fairly doled out the pellets to each salivating customer.
“Don’t crowd now!” she chided gently. “Share and share alike! There’s plenty for everyone!”
She had to raise her voice to be heard over the skittering, barking, baying, chirping horde of adoring house creatures. For Fluttershy this meant one octave above a nearly indiscernible murmur.
She was just about to leave the house to tend to the animals of the woods when the clatter and rattle of an overturned food dish stopped her in midflight. She hovered for a moment, wincing at the sound of scattered pellets.
It was all she could do not to sigh. Some traditions were nice traditions. Some were Angel.
“Now what is the matter, Angel Bunny?” she purred, flitting to his side.
The miniature rabbit (not a baby rabbit as often supposed but a fully mature midget of his species) was in his customary pose, paws folded, tapping his flat foot repeatedly until her wooden flooring shook with his frustration.
“You still don’t like animal pellets?”
Angel stuck out his tongue, squinted his eyes and shook his tiny head.
“I take it you have something you’d like instead?”
Angel didn’t even give her the benefit of eye contact. Instead he simply passed her freshly torn portion of the morning paper.
“Oh.”
Peering at the soggy scrap ringed with bite-marks she was finally able to make out the front-page picture of Celestia in her garden, waving jauntily and smiling her famous smile. She began to read the headline.
“Princess Celestia is planning a new surefire solution to the problem of evil in Equestria...”
Then she yelped. Angel had kicked her in the shins. Hard.
“I take it you don’t want me to read the paper?”
Angel shook his head.
“Do you want to meet The Princess?” Fluttershy asked, hopeful. Angel rolled his eyes.
In one fell maneuver he gripped Fluttershy by the hoof, dragged her to the floor and shoved the page directly into her face. She peeled it from her eyes.
Then she understood.
Beside Celestia in the newsprint picture was the grainy image of her prized botanical collection, foremost among them the grandest and most unusual root vegetable and flowering plant crossbreed she had ever seen in her young existence.
“Celestia’s Rootabegonia?” Angel nodded emphatically.
“But...!” Fluttershy gulped. “That’s from her special collection! She’d never dream of...!”
This time when Angel tried to kick her she pulled a pirouette to avoid the strike, then doubled back and focused her glare laser-like into his beady little eyes.
“That’s ENOUGH Mr. Bunny!”
She hadn’t counted on him glaring right back.
Let alone so fiercely and cruelly that she would drop her guard, fall to the floor, cover her eyes and begin weeping bitterly.
When she dared to look again he had roughly shoved something in between her hooves so that she held it, willing or no.
Her favorite pair of pruning clippers.
“Oh no...” she whimpered. “This is for the Rootabegonia, isn’t it?” Angel nodded.
“And for the fence?”
Angle smirked and nodded.
“But I...” she shook her head, more to herself then anyone else. “I could get in big trouble for even going near her garden without her permission. She might banish me or even turn me to stone for a thousand...”
The floor was moving rapidly away beneath her. For a moment she couldn’t understand why until she registered the persistent pressure on her hind end.
Angel griped at the effort of shoving her completely across the room, but when he reached the door he seemed to have plenty of energy in reserve to kick her solidly in the rump, sending her over her own threshold and rolling down the hill.
She landed in a heap, hooves over he head and propped against the mailbox, now bent at a sixty-degree angle to the ground above her.
Looking backwards tentatively she just managed to catch sight of her door slamming shut.
“Oh Angel.” Fluttershy did sigh this time. “Poor little Angel.” Then another piece of paper dropped abruptly into her face.
“Oops! Sorry!” a soft, awkward voice said from overhead somewhere. “I didn’t know the mailbox was broke!”
After righting herself Fluttershy took hold of her loose-leaf mail lying across her and her yard like rectangular snowflakes.
She looked back and saw a small grey mare in a currier’s looking self-conscious. There was something unusual about her eyes but she just couldn’t place what.
Of more interest was the letter sealed with the ensign of not one but both princess of Equestria! She pulled it open with her teeth and held it up gingerly to read.
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DEAR FLUTTERSHY.
My sister and I believe we have found a way to destroy Evil in all of Equestria once and for all, and YOU are the key to this endeavor! If you are interested in being the most celebrated pony of all time place stop by for tea at the palace.
Your Illustrious Monarchs
Luna and Celestia.
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Fluttershy blanched, going nearly as cross-eyed briefly as her mail mare.
Part of her thrilled at the prospect. An end to all evil in Equestria! No more worthier a goal existed surely. And to be celebrated was like being famous except everypony actually LIKED you. She didn’t like the spotlight, but to be loved...by everypony.
By everyone.
The rest of her wanted to dig a new wing to her home deep underground and live out the remainder of her life with all the furniture piled against the door and a large sign on the outside of it reading ‘Condemned’.
But eventually that ardent, shrill spark of courage flared to life and Fluttershy set her jaw stalwartly.
She would make the date! She would have a cup of tea, maybe a SECOND cup of tea! (This bold idea was so daring she felt the hairs of her tail stand on end)
With Celestia, and Luna, as her witnesses she would NEVER be cowardly again! “Whatcha reading?”
Derpy Hooves watched in wonder as the kindly yellow Pegasus on her route squeaked in terror then zipped straight up into the air, lost to sight in seconds.
Shortly afterwards Derpy took to her own wings and flew home. She wasn’t paid to ask about these things.
Come to think of it she hadn’t been paid at all for the five years she’d worked at The Equestrian Post.
“Oh well!” she shrugged, addressing no one aloud, “Beats being bored!”
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“An excellent vintage, wouldn’t you say dear sister?”
“Umm...yes.” Luna said, beaming as she took a sip from her china cup. “The very best!”
“Hard to believe this is really it.” “Yes, yes indeed.”
“It seems like only yesterday we were deposing the vile Discord and establishing the rule of law throughout these lands, hmm?”
Luna furrowed her brow.
“Actually that was closer to ten thousand years ago.”
Celestia chirped merrily.
“Really? How time flies! A thousand years feels like no time at all, wouldn’t you agree?”
“No.” Luna grumbled. “Actually we wouldn’t, dear sister.” “Hello.”
Neither princess noticed the arrival for some time until one of the guards flanking Fluttershy coughed loudly.
“Presenting Ms. Fluttershy! The Element of Kindness!” the guard announced brusquely, giving the little yellow Pegasus a push of the flank.
“AH FLUTTERSHY!” Luna thundered with characteristic aplomb. “PLEASED WE ARE TO SEE YOU ON THIS FINE AND MOMENTOUS MORNING OF PROMISE AND DESTINY!”
“Me too...” Fluttershy replied, waving feebly back. “Um...good morning...Celestia.” “It’s lovely to see you, dear Fluttershy.”
Celestia took a luxuriant sip from her cup.
“I trust you received our letter?”
Fluttershy merely nodded, taking a seat and sinking as low as she dared to in the chair.
“YOU MUST KNOW THE SPECIFICS OF OUR CALL TO SERVICE!”
“Please, Luna. The modernist Royal Equestrian Dialect?”
“OH!” Luna patted her chest. “How is this?”
“Much more palatable for a simple tea time conversation, yes?”
“Yes.” Luna nodded. “We shall adjust our colloquy. Although we did enjoy the Royal Equestrian Voice far more then this new revision.”
Celestia chuckled quietly.
“Next time perhaps we’ll introduce you to the usage of first person pronouns.”
“Um...?”
Fluttershy raised a shuddering hoof.
“Yes? Please speak up.” The princess of the sun offered.
“Um...”
“She’s a tower of eloquence isn’t she?” Luna drained her cup and began pouring from the pert flower-pattern teapot. “Are you certain this is she, dear sister?”
“Certain.” Celestia said coolly.
Fluttershy wasn’t encouraged at all by her monarch’s sudden and disturbing grin.
“Um...”
“Luna, dear. Can you outline the first part of our master plan? I’d hate to leave you out of the eradication of all villainy.”
“Very considerate.” Luna said, only slightly ironically. “Through our research into the forbidden arts...”
“That’s ‘difficult to obtain’ arts.” Celestia corrected.
“Yes. My sister and I have discovered there is actually a type of pony capable of wielding magic that is not a unicorn.”
“Um...” Fluttershy gulped. “I...er...”
“That species has only one known member.” Celestia chimed in. “Namely, the only yellow Pegasus either Luna or I have seen in all our many years as joint goddesses of these providences.”
“Um...”
“Needless to say we have observed you with great interest from afar, and have determined that you are indeed this missing fourth kind of pony species, and instrumental to our scheme.”
“That’s ‘strategy’.” Celestia corrected again, looking a little cross.
“Strategy.” Luna murmured. “Basically you have in yourself the goodness, the purity, and the power to destroy all evil in Equestria once and for all.”
“I...me?” Fluttershy choked out.
“Yes you.” Celestia said proudly, finally using the magic of her horn to present her a cup of tea. “Our own dear animal keeper. You have a magic rivaling even I or my sister.”
Luna shot Celestia a dirty look.
“Um...perhaps only I specifically.” The princess of the sun stammered. “But theoretically...”
“Magic?” Fluttershy’s right eye trembled. “Me?”
“And powerful. You could, with the proper coaching, create a pervasive field of energy strong enough to permanently banish all things of evil intent from anywhere in Equestria. Everything, gone forever.”
“That does sound...good.” the little yellow Pegasus said cautiously.
“It’s the definition of good.” Luna extrapolated. “Without evil that’s literally what we would have.”
“And nothing but!”
“Um...okay.”
“So...what do you say?”
Fluttershy looked down at her steaming cup as if searching for guidance. “The answer is yes.” Luna snapped.
“Yes.” Fluttershy whispered. “I don’t see any harm in making all the bad go away.”
“It could do a lot of good. Think of all the suffering you could end, all the ponies who would be all the more joyful if they never had to fear evil again.” Celestia summoned magic to pour cream into the cup under Fluttershy’s nose. “We’d finally accomplish what we set out to do all those years ago.”
“And get a much needed vacation.”
Now it was Celestia’s turn to fire back at Luna a veiled scowl.
“What?” Luna took a bite from a biscuit she had suspended by her magic in front of her. “We see no discrepancy with a holiday following the final victory over all evil.”
“So...no more scary vine monsters?”
“Not a one.” Celestia smiled sweetly.
“No more monsters in Everfree Forest?”
“Clean them right out.” Luna said, words muffled by a bite of biscuit. “No more grouchy, mean, nasty, unpleasant ponies or animals?”
“And it would all be because of you.” “Oh my.”
Behind a hedge two royal guardsmen were hunched listening carefully. At these last words one of them snarled irritably, passing the other a pouch of bits.
“Double or nothing she says ‘Yay’ at some point?” The loser pleaded. --
The spell was simple, but somehow very complex. Go figure.
She had to undergo any number of bizarre preparatory ritualistic stances with the aide of the princesses. She had to mutter arcane statements from dusty old books and was witness to flashing colorful lights galore and hovering circles of energy that embraced her and made her feel tingly.
But what it came down to was simplicity itself. She had to say the words, and mean it.
At home she paced until her legs were sore, she tapped her hoof against her forehead until she had a sore spot the size of her sole smack dab in the middle.
She peered into the mirror until she was certain that the other her winked.
Then, gathering all her strength and resolve, she keyed up, planted her front hooves, and bellowed the invocation at the true top of her lungs.
“IN BRIGHTEST DAY AND DARKEST NIGHT! NO EVIL WILL ESCAPE MY SPITE! LET EVILDOERS BE SET TO FLIGHT! AND ALL ENDURE AN AWFUL PIGHT! UNTIL THE LAST IS SET A RIGHT! THIS ABOLITION I NOW INCITE!”
And then she collapsed in a dead faint for an hour. The exertion was just too much.
When she awoke the next morning sun was peeping through her shuttered windows.
Silhouetted in the glare were two tall ears, twitching.
“Hello, Angel bunny.”
Angel chattered, clearly incensed.
“I’m sorry. I never did get you the Rootabegonia.”
She clambered to all fours, massaging the back of her neck. She felt like some vast expenditure had flowed out from her body, to where she still wasn’t certain.
“I got sidetracked, but it was the wrong thing. Please forgive me.”
A single tear sprang to her eye when he slapped her hard on the fore-hoof with his foot.
“That’s a mean thing to do, Mr. Bunny.”
In response he made an about face, and then stuck out his tongue, wiggling his fingers in his ears.
“That’s a very mean thing to do.” Fluttershy breathed curtly. “I wish you would be nicer. Maybe the spell the princesses gave me didn’t work at all. Maybe yesterday was all a dream?”
Then Angel let out a tiny little burp.
That was strange. He hadn’t had anything to eat all by her recollection, unless he’d snuck into her larder and eaten her own groceries again.