10 minutes before midnight. Still made it. Couldn't draw at work and had to wait to go home, so I switched gears and decided to do another of the “pony” pony requests. Haha, "Fluttershy as Private Pansy, being a pansy."
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He looked down at the timid mare. Was she serious? If he needed to, he could just barrel right through her and take what he needed to bring down that usurper. He did need to. But why couldn't he? She wasn't powerful... wasn't threatening... wasn't even holding her weapon properly. But he couldn't bring himself to get past her. 'No,' he thought. 'I don't have a choice. I can't be stopped by a pretty face now.' He shoved her aside and started to work on the door. Standard cloud-lock, nothing he couldn't force. He readied himself to break down the obstacle, but couldn't go through with it. It was that mare... something in her eyes. He couldn't even move for sheer terror. What was she...