Note: Well, I never thought I would find myself writing My Little Pony FiM fanfiction. Then again, I didn't think I would actually like the show enough to try.

Now, before you begin to read, let me warn you that the following stories are not precisely happy and all range from tragedy to unfair. The language is clean and there's no cursing nor sexual content; these will be nothing but darkish, evil stories.

If dark fiction is not your personal taste, please hit the back button.

And about why I'm writing this? Well, I just wanted to see if it could be done convincingly. Nothing else, nothing more; just a small personal challenge I set to myself and hopefully I did a good job with it and you'll be able to enjoy reading the result.

The story is complete and I'll be posting it during the next few days.

Disclaimer: All the characters belong to Hasbro.

My Little Evil Tales

I

Fluttershy: A matter of adoration.

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It's early in the morning and the sun has just started showering the woods with its warm, life giving light. Between the trees, the many woodland creatures have just started their main activity of the day, getting something to eat, with great enthusiasm.

Ms. Squirrel jumped from branch to branch, going higher on her tree, aiming to collect that delicious looking hazelnut way up between the leaves. Two more jumps and it would be all hers. With little to no worry, the happy rodent put all her weight on the twig closest to the nut and prepared for that last bounce and then...

SNAP!

The branch broke with a sickening sound!

Unable to find something to hold on to, Ms. Squirrel fell and it wasn't until she was close to the ground that she hit a thick branch that painfully broke her fall. She then slid to the ground. She had hit that last branch with her side, the impact mauling her badly, the piercing pain all over her announcing that she had several broken bones.

Screaming for help was effective, as her family arrived almost immediately. Not knowing what else to do, the squirrel family hurried to the house of the one pony who would gladly assist them without asking anything in return.

And who was this pony? Why, the graceful and quiet pegasus named Fluttershy, of course.

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In a pond close to Ponyville, Mr. Turtle was feeling a little... cold. But now that the sun was rising, he could find a nice and warm spot to enjoy the rays of the giving star, which was just what Mr. Turtle's stiff joints needed.

He swam around the pond for a few minutes until he spotted a place that was perfect. A log had floated and gotten stuck between two piles of rocks. The turtle didn't remember seeing that the day before, but he was not going to argue with chance for small favors like those and besides, other turtles would soon notice that spot and it would be best if he managed to claim a nice place on that log before it got too crowded.

It took him a few minutes to climb on the log, but once there, the turtle realized that perhaps doing so had not been a good idea. The log started rocking, as it clearly wasn't as firmly entrenched between the rocks as he had first thought. Mr. Turtle realized that it was time to dive back into the water, but he did it too late. Before he could jump back to the pond, many of the rocks from the left pile crumbled and crushed him.

The turtle was able to swim back to the surface and it started screaming for help once he did. Many frogs listened to him and came to the rescue. Noticing the old turtle had cracked his shell and knowing how painful this would be, they all agreed to take poor Mr. Turtle to see the only pony who would help him as a creature such as old as he was deserved.

And who was this pony? Why, the merciful and kind pegasus Fluttershy, of course.

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Fluttershy sent both Ms. Squirrel, now patched up and sitting on a miniature wheeled chair and Mr. Turtle, bandaged and shell fixed up, back to their respective homes with plenty of instructions they would need to follow until they healed. She smiled warmly at the honest 'thank yous' and 'we don't know what we would do without you around' the friends and families of her latest two patients had showered her with before she closed the door.

She watched them leave and once they were out of her garden Fluttershy finally allowed her pride to swell with the adoration she had just received. She loved it. She loved it so much that she could not get enough of it. Such worship was the reason she welcomed each and every critter, little or big, that came asking for her help and why she didn't even ask for anything. Their admiration and almost worshiping words were all she needed.

The animals, unfortunately, didn't get hurt very often, and that tended to limit the amount of adoration Fluttershy received. That was why, some years ago after a period of almost two months without any critter requiring her services that she decided that she would have to... help, those woodland creatures getting hurt.

A few of them had died in the traps she set three nights every week, but the lives of some of those little things were a small price to pay for the adoration they would shower her with after she saved those who did survive.

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Fluttershy glanced at the pictures the raccoon family had sent her to show how their children had recovered from the wounds they all suffered in a "mysterious" landslide and decided that it was time for her to set up some traps near their place of residence. Perhaps she could make it so their hole was flooded. She could then go and ask other animals to help her save the bicolor little beasts from drowning.

The yellow pegasus smiled, greatly pleased with the idea. The love she would receive if she did that... it would be fantastic!

That night, Fluttershy flew from side to side as she stealthily used a metal bar to weaken the rocky dam the raccoons had asked the beavers to make for them so the river's waters wouldn't flood their home. She stopped when she decided the dam was close to collapsing and then carefully rolled a rock close the entrance of the raccoon's cave, placing it in a way that when they moved it to get out, it would roll and hit the dam, breaking it and unleashing the water on them all.

She knew many of the younger raccoons would most likely perish during the flood but she didn't care. The survivors would literally worship her for saving them and to Fluttershy, receiving such lovely adoration was all that mattered.

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Next chapter: Rarity.