Flutterape 31/10/16

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No, toddler, do not use that barbecue.

How about some spooky rape?

>>28772290
Wow. Only after 58 posts.

>All those responses to "not always shitting on Anon?"
I'll read those, thanks.

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Most active thread 2020, I can feel it!

>>28772673
It was a minor hiccup

>>28772485

>Flutshy breaks in ur house
>She touches ur pener
"Flutshy don't touch my pener"
>"That wasn't me anon"

Who touched anons pener?

>>28772946
I cum
Thanks Anon.

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>>28772946

>>28772946
It was anon

>>28772290
Was the OP archive link never updated after desustorage died?
https://desuarchive.org/mlp/search/subject/flutterrape/

>>28772946
Dio

>>28772946
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TMp_hdxq9Xg

>>28772946
https://youtu.be/PumOis7Ssak

The AYYluminati

>>28772485
>Wake up
>Ghost rape
>Fuck

How'd I do? I've only just started getting into writing, but I'm looking to get better. I really tried hard with this one and am looking for tips.

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>>28775277

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Just finished reading the story where anon adopts scootaloo and raises her. What are other good long FR stories worth reading?

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>>28772290
>Still can't greentext

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>>28772290
I would be all over that Fluttershy so fucking hard she'd be delirious from getting pounded into the bed so roughly.

>>28772337
>won't let me work the grill, baby

feelsbadman

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>>28774161
KEK

>>28773769
It was updated, whoever made the OP for this thread used an old copypasta.

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>>28776607
Here are a few, friendo.

Fagdude's 808.
It's about an office worker.
Involves the Mane 6 and Derpy.
http://pastebin.com/80pmE4Hk

Theseus' Blue-Blooded Rivals.
Blueblood and Anon are bros. Fluttershy fucks it up.
http://pastebin.com/mXPTi4LJ

Minion of Lulu's Lulamoon Rape Protection.
Anon's sick of Fluttershy, so he 'hires' Trixie to act as his bodyguard.
http://pastebin.com/V4iWMpJ1

Jibber's Lyra's Misery.
If you know what Stephen King's Misery is, this is that but with Lyra.
http://pastebin.com/55sKfRN5

Driverbang's With a Little Help.
Credited with being the one of the first real multipart stories. It's smaller than the others, but still sweet.
http://pastebin.com/u/Driverbang

Akame's Branded.
Anon gets a mysterious mark that forces him to do the bidding of a pony. Unfortunately, it was never finished, but it's still a great story.
http://pastebin.com/FdXjcizN

Flutterpriest's Parents Night Out.
Cadance babysits kid-Anon. Hilarity ensues.
http://pastebin.com/zwC0NpR4

>>28772290
Ooooooo~

>>28778496
Hey, I just used what was in the FR pastebin for the OP, so someone should update that if thats the case.

>>28772290
do it all fluttershy

>>28772946
Twas ghast Flutbutr, course.

>"I keed, was me who touched pener, Anon."
"But Flutbut, were r you?"
>"Silly sexy green bean, am ghast an see through."
"Oh"
>"Boo."
>Anon was given a terrible frighten.
>Flutterghast jacked him off with ectoplasm-lube.
>Was alright, said Anon.

>>28778532
So is Branded finished
or did it get forgotten about

>>28779731
>"Unfortunately, it was never finished, but it's still a great story."

>>28779797
I was really hoping that
the writer would come back eventually

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Continuing something that should've been done a year ago, but here http://pastebin.com/Z5RYuw4H

>It is that time of year again.
>No, not the flu shots, you received those last week.
>It’s fucking Hallowe- you mean, Nightmare Night.
>But, this year is a bit different.
>Last year was a travesty.
>Half the town was asleep, thanks to Fluttershy.
>Okay, a bit of your fault for not being prepared or checking the candy, but it’s still mostly her fault.
>After that night, you went up to Twilight and asked about how wrong you were.
>She didn’t want to hear any of it, and you were met with one of her magical bolts along with the door being slammed shut.
>You took a walk to Fluttershy’s cottage, but it was much more difficult on getting her to open the door.
>”You only came by so that you could yell at me!” She shouts from the other side.
“No, I—! I just want to talk, that’s all.”
>”If it’s about winning your love, than I won’t stop!”
>Ugh…
“I just came here to apologize.”
>It was a rough few moments filled with uncertainty, but ended with the door opening up.
>”About what?” She said while peaking through.
“About last night. I didn’t mean all those things.”
>She move the door to being halfway open.
>”But, you—“
“Were upset. It was anger built up for a while, along with a bunch of bullshit from Twilight.”
>You itch the side of your head.
“Listen, I really didn't mean it all. My only issue was how persistent of you on… you know.”
>”Y-yeah. I know.” She says when kicking the floor.
“I did have fun with you last night, and even had a chance to understand you even more when it is compared to the rest of the year.”
>Fluttershy covers a part of her flushed face with a hoof.
>”That was a fun time, chasing you around, just like how it was.”
“I was talking about playing board games with you.”
>Her pupils start to shrink.
>”T-that too.”

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>>28780373
“I know that we’ve had our differences, but I wouldn’t mind…” you let out a brief sigh. “Doing it again next year?”
>Out if astonishment, she drops her hoof and gazes at you.
>”Y… you really mean that?”
>In a pitiful attempt you nod.
>Before you know it, she flies right onto your chest to give you a comfy (yet disgusting) hug.
>”I would be more than happy to be with you next year.”
>You pry yourself out of her snugly grasp.
“Yeah, yeah. But we’re doing something to keep it interesting.”
>”Say no more!” She starts to hover in her stop by fluttering her wings. “I know more than one way to keep us preoccupied when it’s time. I have a list somewhere, and—“
“Nothing sexual.” You boldly state.
>”Oh. Never mind, then.” She stops her flapping and sits down, downcast by her shattered expectations.
“First, we need to tell Twilight if she’s fine with it. After that, the rest will follow.”
>She nods

>After a small argument with Twilight, she did comply and allowed you to take of Fluttershy.
>Under a certain condition…
“What do you mean the entire day?”
>”You seemed so kempt on taking care of Fluttershy and though that you would be more than glad to watch her for the entire day. Besides, you DID plead for it for the last twenty minutes, I thought this is what you wanted.”
>Fluttershy’s wings flap in glee.
“For the night, sure. But the entire day?!”
>The flapping stops as you shout at the know-it-all.
>She has that stupid smirk on her face, riddled with ‘I knew it’ all over.
>You’re not letting her have the satisfaction of this, not by a long shot.
>”Huh, I guess I—“
“Hold your… hooves?”
>”Anon, they are already attached to me.”
“I wanted to say something witty.”
>”At least try next time.”
>Your patience with this whose has gone on long enough.
“I can damn well take care of Fluttershy for the entire day, you just wait.”

>>28780383
>”Woah there, Anon - you seemed infuriated for a while and last night. Hm.”
>Just as Twilight was thinking, Rainbow Dash flies through an open window and floats right beside it.
>”Hey Twi, do you have an invisibility spell around? I was thinking that for Nightmare Night next year, I could—“ She eyes the three of you, almost disturbed by your presence. “So, I’ve heard that you gave Fluttershy a hard time.”
“Hey, she was the one who game ME the hard time.”
>”Pfft, riiight. Like our Fluttershy could do anything that bad.”
>You grumble as Fluttershy just shrugs.
>”What do you want, Rainbow Dash? I’m trying to think on how to make Anon interested to taking care of Fluttershy.”
>Rainbow Dash nudges Twilight and has a small grin. “I know what’ll make this interesting; a bet.”
>”A… bet?” Fluttershy questions Rainbow’s idea, almost afraid to what it may be.
>”Yeah, a friendly wager between you and Anon. C’mon, it’ll be fun!”
>From a potted plant sitting right behind them, Pinkie pops out. ”Did someone say FUN!?”
>”Pinkie, where you just hiding back there?” Rainbow immediately jumps onto Pinkie’s sudden appearance.
>”I just keep an ear to the ground. Don’t worry about it.” Pinkie tried to brush off the topic with a smile and a giggle with a whimsical sway of her hoof. ”No one must know that I keep a tiny microphone in Rainbow’s tail.”
>”What was that?” Rainbow asks.
>”Nothing. Nothing at all.” Pinkie says when brushing her tail.
>“What is this gambling that I’m hearing about?” Applejack asks as she enters the room with Rarity.
>”Applejack is right. I can hear all of you from down the room and now I’m all the more interested to what is this wager.” Rarity pipes in.
“Geez, Twilight. Why don’t you invite the entire town? Your friends already know, so you may as well get the loudspeaker and get this over with.”

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>>28780399
>She has that same smug plastered on her face.
>In an instant, you regret putting her on that challenge.

>”Everyone! May I have your attention, please?!” Twilight shouts in the center of Ponyville. “We’re pitting against our dearest friend against the creature that is more heartless than the common changeling!”
>”Hey, I resent that!” A random mare shouts out. She then backs down and hides somewhere in the crowd.
>The proud mutters various conversations, such as what is going on, or why should they care.
>”My best friend Fluttershy will be locked in with this monstrous, black hearted thing from another world!” Rainbow Dash shouts with enthusiasm.
>You tap your foot, desired to keep your hands away from certain places on her.
>The crowd sounds somewhat fascinated with this idea, others appalled.
>”You mean the beast that caused my little filly to sleep in the cold dirt last night!? You’re insane!” A mare shouts out.
>”The investigation is still being uncovered.” Twilight announces.
>”Why should we bother having an investigation? We all know that it came from him!” The same mare retaliates.
>The crowd of once was spectacles start to convert into an angry mob.
>”We have nothing to worry about. Each filly was returned and UNHARMED before anything drastic happened to them.”
>”Wait, what!?” Pipsqueak shouts out from somewhere in the group.
>”Back to the topic on hoof, we will monitor their progress carefully and make sure nothing goes awry.” Twilight clears the issue.
>”So place your bets now, and see who will last the day and night! WedonotcondoneanyharmtoourfriendsandthefilliesofPonyville.” Rainbow rushes.
>”And when will this event take place?” Some random stallion that looks like a carbon copy of a shitty doctor from a show that you aren’t too familiar of.
>”In exactly three hundred and sixty-four days from now!” Rainbow seems to cheer on.
>The crowd groans in disapproval.

>>28780416
>”You got us hyped up for something that wouldn't happen for a long time!?” Bon Bon furiously shouts out.
>”Hey, I just thought that you guys wouldn’t mind to join in on the fun.”
>”Plus it was Anon’s idea.” Twilight includes.
>You give her a glare that would be the last thing that people would ever see before their imminent demise.
>But these aren’t people, and there are witnesses everywhere.
>As they start to separate, you approach her friends in a small private huddle.
“Okay, now that everyone knows, what now?”
>”Now we need a bet for the two of you.” Twilight highlights the topic.
>”I say we drag Anon on the back of a buffalo after on what he tried to do to my sister last night!” Applejack angrily tosses in.
>”As much that I despise irrational violence, I must agree with Applejack on this one. Knowing on what Sweetie Belle could have ended in is just….” Rarity shivers at the very end.
>”Calm down, I have a better idea.” Rainbow Dash boldly announces.
“Does it involve with tying me to a cactus in a desert while I’m covered in honey, letting a million hungry fire ants—“
>”Where do you get these ideas, Anon?” Twilight asks as if she doesn’t want to know.
“It’s best that you don’t know.”
>”It’s nothing like that. Geez, Anon.” Rainbow takes Twilight’s ear and whispers into it.
>”Ohh, I like that. But, wouldn’t he—?”
>”Don’t you worry about that.” Rainbow pats her head.
>”Do tell us, I’m already shaking so much that my mane is starting to frizz out of anticipation.” Rarity speaks from the side.
>”It’s simple. If Anon is able to take care of Fluttershy for the entire day, she won’t bother him for the entire week.”
“That’s it?” You ask out of disappointment.
>”What? We could raise it to two, BUT if you lose, you’ll have to hang out with Fluttershy for at least an hour.”
“WHAT!?”
>”Everyday for three weeks.” Rainbow Dash gloats.

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>>28780424
>”Do tell us, I’m already shaking so much that my mane is starting to frizz out of anticipation.” Rarity speaks from the side.
>”It’s simple. If Anon is able to take care of Fluttershy for the entire day, she won’t bother him for the entire week.”
“That’s it?” You ask out of disappointment.
>”What? We could raise it to two, BUT if you lose, you’ll have to hang out with Fluttershy for at least an hour.”
“WHAT!?”
>”Everyday for three weeks.” Rainbow Dash gloats.
“That’s unfair!”
>”Too bad. But do you really want to break even?”
>”Rainbow Dash, I think you're taking this a tiny bit too far.” Pinkie tries to bring Rainbow’s teasing down.
>”No, no. I’ll reason with him.” She swishes her tail while standing proud. “Both of them are now an entire month.”
>You can only hear your own heartbeat racing as you look around you, bedazzled by Rainbow’s proposition.
>Fluttershy seems to be interested the most, as she hovers in the air and stares at you with those beady blue eyes.
>”Anon? Hey, Anon!” Rainbow’s muffled voice is starting to rise in volume. “So, are you going to chicken out?”
“I’m in.”

That's all for now. If anything happens, I'll complete it sometime this week. Also, enjoy the spookiest day of the year, lads.

>>28780447
Can't wait to see what's next

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>>28778532
Thanks anon for replying! I enjoyed your story, Luna's Anonymous.

>>28782203
No.

NO FLUMP ZOOONE
NO FLUMP ZOOONE

DEY KNOW BETTAH
DEY KNOW BETTAH

Flump one mo' again and see what happens
nigga

>>28780447
>FSoY
Ayyyyyy

It's been months since I've been on 4chan. Glad flutterrape is still alive

>>28784672
don't forget the spooky skellies

>>28778532
IT'S TIME TO READ

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I don't think anyone cares, but I doubt my Glim story will ever get finished.

I'm writing something else instead at the moment, and even that has doubts.

>>28787869
Well i'm sure you're new story
will be just as good

>Applejack does this in your front window
> https://derpicdn.net/img/2016/11/1/1286101/large.png
>Happy Belated Halloween Wishes!

>>28790166
That's a nice pumpkin

>>28792515

>>28790166
Looks like someone's lookin for a kick up the arse.

>>28793428

>You grimaced and Twilight shrugged in response to your dourness.
That’s really the only place I’m going to be able to get a pig?
>“Yes, that’s right.”
>You sighed at length and placed your hand on your forehead.
So, in so many words, I’m screwed.
>Twilight put a hoof to her chin thoughtfully.
>“Well. . .”
I am, you groaned.
>Twilight moved her hoof and held it before her, and then she shrugged again.
>You dragged your hand down your forehead, and kept dragging it until it had run across your face.
>After taking a moment to yourself you exhaled, releasing yourself to your horrid fate, and then said:
Damn.
>“It won’t be that bad,” Twilight said. “Maybe Applejack won’t ask you for anything in return.”
>You shook your head.
Don’t be dumb.
>Twilight huffed and said that she wasn’t being dumb, while you got up and started pacing round the chairs in Twilight’s throne room.
Applejack is a business pony first, and business is all about seeing a return in your investments. And that means, precisely, that you never get anything for nothing.
>“Applejack is your friend,” Twilight said.
>You were sure that she did not consider you her friend, because she never acted as if the two of you were friends.
>But you did not say so to Twilight.
And a business pony, you said quickly. And I’m a valuable commodity to her. She’s going to ask for something from me for her pig, and it is not going to be decent.
>“I seriously doubt that she’ll infringe on your rights as harshly as you’re thinking she will.”
>You stopped by her throne and leaned on it, so you could look down at her.
She’s crazy about me.
>“That may be, but she’s not unreasonable.”
I already know what she’s going to ask of me.
>“I don’t think she will,” said Twilight.
>Flipping your wrist, so that your hand hung limp before you, you said:
You don’t know what I’m thinking about.

>>28796856
>“Yes, I do,” said Twilight. “You think she’s going to ask you for sex in exchange for the pig.”
>The hand froze, still limp. Twilight raised an eyebrow at you.
Yeah, well. . .
>You started pacing again.
>“I will consent,” Twilight said, “to the fact that Applejack can be a bit, well, forward when dealing with you.”
I call coming to my home, in the middle of the night, on New Year’s Eve, drunk, and banging on my front door, while loudly begging for sex, while I was babysitting my neighbor’s children, forward as well.
>“Come on now,” said Twilight, “she was not begging.”
Semantics, you said with a dismissive wave. Either way, she wanted some alone time, with just me and her. That’s what she said.
>“So she’s a bit brazen,” Twilight said with a shrug. “Is that really such a bad thing? I thought stallions liked that quality in a mare.”
>You shook your head slowly.
I don’t. Especially if I don’t like the girl—or pony—that’s doing it. It makes me feel awkward. I never know what to say.
>“You should just tell her how you really feel,” she said. “Instead of trying to avoid her all the time like you’ve been doing.
>“You know we’ve offered to talk to her for you.”
Don’t do that. That’d just make things worse, and I doubt it would stop her from pestering me.
>“Well, then you’re going to have to deal with this on your own.”
I guess. I want that pig, anyway.
>After some silence, Twilight said:
>“Why exactly do you want a pig?”
It’s complicated.
>Twilight nodded demurely, but was still thinking.
You think I’m going to eat it.
>“I didn’t say that.”
But that’s what you’re thinking.
>“I won’t judge,” she said, turning her head. “I understand that you’re an omnivore.”
Let’s just drop it.
>The two of you went to the door and, while you were standing outside, you said:
It’s going to be awkward, being alone with her in her home.

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>>28796878
>“Applejack appreciates honesty,” Twilight said. “You need to tell her how you feel about her behavior.”
I’ll try not to clam up this time, when she turns on her belligerent charms.
>“I really think she’ll surprise you, if you do. Just remind her that she’s still your friend.”
>You considered Twilight’s words, but did not think that Applejack was ever your friend.
>You thought that it would be nice if you knew that there was a better side to her.
>If you could know that she did actually care about you and about how you felt, and would want to be your honest friend, if you asked.
>But you did not say so.
>Instead you gave an agreeable, but half-hearted, shrug which made Twilight smile and say, “Good.”
I’m still not looking forward to going alone, though.
>Then your face lit up, following a thought. You gave Twilight a hopeful look and took a step towards her.
Hey, Twilight, maybe you could come with and—
>“Oh, I don’t think so,” she said, quickly shutting her door in your face.
>You pounded on the door, trying to appeal to her with evidence of reasonability that existed in Applejack’s character, but she kept countering you, saying how you talking Alone with Applejack would teach you a valuable lesson about friendship.

>Shuffling your feet on the dirt road, to raise the dust, you made your way to Sweet Apple Acres.
>You went past the entrance arch and, following the white fences, passing the rows of apple trees, you were trying your best to make it look as though you had been carelessly ambling along with nary a destination in mind.
>The last thing you wanted was for Applejack to think that you actually wanted to visit her.
>When you came to the front lawn of the farmhouse you found Applejack.
>Her back was turned to you and she was working a water pump.
>She was filling up a bucket placed under the spigot, and she grunted every time she pressed down on the squeaky lever.

>>28796908
>You stopped and watched her for a while, until you realized that if anyone saw you doing that they would get the wrong idea.
>So you took a step towards her, but then stopped.
>Because you really did not want to speak to her, even though you had to. But you didn’t want to. . .
>You began to fidget in place.
>You leaned on the air, first to one side, then the other, then you looked at your feet, then at the farmhouse chimney, which had smoke pouring out of it, then at some of the orchards that were near, all while listening to Applejack grunting.
>Just then, the idea occurred to you that maybe you could ask Granny Smith for a pig.
>After all, there was no reason why Applejack had to be the one to give you the pig.
>In fact, coming to Sweet Apple Acres right away was a terrible idea, and you should probably leave and come back when Applejack is out selling apples on Main Street.
>Applejack was still filling the bucket with water, so you began to tiptoe backwards, so you could get away.
>And as you were wondering just where her family was at, the door to the farmhouse opened and Granny came out on the porch.
>She was holding a wooden mallet in her mouth—which she used to hit a frying pan that was hanging from the rafters of the front porch.
>You froze as Applejack stopped pumping water and wiped her brow.
>But luckily she still hadn’t seen you yet. And Granny didn’t seem to notice that you were there either, probably because of her bad eyes.
>You were thinking that maybe you actually could still get out of there, until Granny dropped the mallet on the ground and shouted, “Soup’s on, everypony.”
>Just then, out from the orchards to the side of you, Big Mac came galloping right past you, pulling an apple cart behind him that nearly ran you over as he ran to the farmhouse.
>Don’t get between him and his dinner. Sheesh, he didn’t even slow down.
>Thankfully Applejack still hadn’t seen you yet.

>>28796925
>So then you thought about hiding in the barn, but just then the barn doors opened and you froze again as Apple Bloom came trotting out.
>Luckily she didn’t see you either, and she went straight to the farmhouse.
>If she had seen you, she would have made a big ol’ embarrassing scene about you, because all the kids love you here.
>They think that you being an alien is really cool.
>Then that dog of theirs, Winona, started barking at your back, and you nearly screamed, because it took you by such surprise.
>You turned around and saw Winona was crouched down, wagging her tail, and happily barking at you.
>You tried to wave her away, but the damn girl just wouldn’t leave you alone—or shut the hell up.
>“Winona, what are you barking at?” you heard Applejack say playfully from behind you.
>You warily turned around, ready to throw your head in that bucket of water and drown yourself if necessary, but Applejack wasn’t facing your way. She was still turned around.
>“Winona, get over here,” she said, still with her back turned.
>And, thankfully, that dog went running past you, and it went right up to Applejack and stood abreast of her.
>Applejack started scratching it behind the ears and speaking to it affectionately.
Good dog, you whispered.
>Now you can get out of here.
>“I found you,” said an exhausted voice next to you, which made you jump and shout a couple of expletives in surprise.
>And then, as your sense returned, three things happened;
>first, you saw Spike, gasping and holding a scroll of paper in his claws, next to you;
>second, you heard a cheery voice say, “Well, ain’t this a surprise”, followed by, “And just what is a fine stud like yourself doing at my farm?”;
>and third, upon reflection of all that had happened to you so far that day, you lost any hopes that you might have had for there being any benevolent higher beings existing.

>>28796941
>You just decided that they’re all bastards up there and that it’s every man for himself in these times.
>“Twilight felt bad about leaving you alone to visit Applejack,” Spike said. “So she wrote up a couple of her best icebreakers for you on this scroll, just in case you had trouble starting a normal conversation.”
>“Aw, you were coming to visit me,” Applejack said sweetly to you. “Well, that does wonders for my heart, sugar cube. You have no idea.”
>You shook your head, and Applejack wrapped her arm around your waist, so she could hug you close to her.
>Spike placed the scroll in your hand but you wouldn’t take it.
>So then he tried to forcibly close your hand on the scroll.
I don’t want it, Spike.
>“Come on, dude,” he said irritably, huffing and puffing. “I ran all the way over here and everything, and now you won’t even take the scroll!”
>“It’s all right, Spike,” Applejack said. “You can go right on back and tell Twilight that I appreciate her leaving the two of us alone.”
>She nuzzled the side of your thigh, and repeated that she really appreciated Twilight’s consideration.

>“Hi,” said Apple Bloom to you, at the kitchen table.
Yeah, hi, you said between bites of mashed potatoes.
>It was about the fifth time she had said hello to you and she kept beaming at you, as if she was completely oblivious to the sullen expression on your face.
>You tried to ignore her, and just focus on eating your mashed potatoes.
>Beneath the table, by your legs, Winona was sitting on your feet and looking up at you with begging eyes.
>She was panting, and her tongue kept touching your knee.
>You were sitting at one end of the table, and right across from you was Applejack, staring at you longingly.
>Granny, who had a very pleased expression on her face, had expectant eyes that kept moving back and forth from you to Applejack.
>Big Mac, who sat as close to you as he could, was focused on his food.

>>28796958
>You were sure that he was trying to pretend that you did not exist, but then, whenever you did something, even something small like take a drink or wipe your mouth, he would watch you from under his brow.
>Also sitting as close to you as possible was—
>“Hi,” said Apple Bloom to you.
>You stopped chewing, raised your eyes from your plate, and again saw Apple Bloom’s bright and sincere face staring at you.
>Wiping your mouth, and nodding feebly, you said hello again, and then pretended to focus on your food again.
>She, and everyone else, was still looking at you; and you had no idea what you were going to do to distract yourself when you ran out of mashed potatoes to eat.
>Just as Apple Bloom’s lips were parting to say hello again, and you were trying to arrange in your mind the exact and most effective words that you would use in your insanity plea when you were inevitably indicted for child murder, Applejack spoke:
>“Apple Bloom, can’t you stop pestering our guest so he can eat. He’s going to need the fuel for later tonight.”
>Granny giggled shrewdly. Big Mac snorted, but said nothing.
>“I’m not bothering him,” Apple Bloom said.
>“Well, he doesn’t need to hear you say hello again, is all,” said Applejack.
>“Oh, all right,” Apple Bloom said.
>The sound of silverware and chewing took hold of the room—and silence from Apple Bloom, who was staring at her food.
>But then she raised her head and said to you:
>“What are you and my sister going to do tonight, anyway?”
>It was your last bite of mashed potatoes, and you stopped chewing.
>Big Mac started to cough and he reached for a glass of water.
>“Apple Bloom,” said Applejack, “would you stop prying—”
Nothing, you said firmly. I’m not doing anything tonight.
>“Now, I wouldn’t say that yet,” Applejack said.
I know you wouldn’t say that. That’s why I didn’t ask you.

>>28796973
>“If you’re doing nothing,” said Apple Bloom, “do you think maybe you could spend the night here?”
>Big Mac started choking on his water.
>“He’s already doing that,” said Applejack.
>“Woah!”
No, I’m not, you said to Applejack.
>“Aw, why not?” asked Apple Bloom. “We could have all kinds of fun together. I got party games.”
>Granny took your plate and started serving you more mashed potatoes.
>She kept missing her aim though, and half of her servings kept ending up on the table instead of on your plate.
>Winona began sticking her nose between your legs, making you bat her away with your knee.
>Bad dog, you thought to yourself.
Look, I’m just here for a pig.
>“More like here to pig out,” Granny said while still serving the table.
>“He sure is,” Apple Bloom laughed.
>You didn’t laugh, which brought a solemn expression to Granny’s face.
>“Don’t you be so gloomy now because of a joke. You know that you’re always welcome at our table.”
>You gave her a reassuring nod, but didn’t know what to say.
>Instinctively, you reached for that scroll of icebreakers that Twilight wrote you—it was in your pocket—but couldn’t get it because Winona kept nipping at your hand.
>Luckily Granny gave you your plate, so you could get busy eating.
>Your plate was a goddamn mess, though. It had mashed potatoes on the sides, under it, and some of it even got on your clothes somehow.
>Across from you, Applejack, still staring at you, started giving her spoonful of potatoes these little suggestive licks. But you pretended not to notice.
>Just then Big Mac pushed his clean plate towards Granny—which stunned you, because the guy had a mountain on his plate not even twenty seconds ago.
>She asked him if he wanted seconds, and he had to nod because his mouth was so full of potatoes.
>He probably would have nodded anyway, though.

>>28796983
>Then, when he got his plate back, he flashed you this look from under his brow and began to eat furiously, shoveling as much as he could into his mouth.
>You tried to ignore him, but when you did you soon grew aware of a lapping sound coming from under the table.
>It was Winona. She was licking a spot of potatoes that had fallen on your inner thigh.
>And when you tried to ignore that, your eyes shifted right to Applejack, as she gave her spoon one really long lick.
>And, after smacking her lips, she winked at you and any feeling of inner-security that you might have had left was gone now.
>“What’s wrong?” Granny asked. “You’ve hardly touched your food.”
>“Why ain’t you pigging out?” Apple Bloom asked.
>“Oh, don’t you worry about him,” said Applejack. “He’ll be doing plenty of pigging out tonight, with me.”
>Her eyes looked down her body and then back up at you, in spite of your unamused expression.
>“But I thought you weren’t staying tonight,” Apple Bloom said to you a bit irritably, as if you had deceived her or something.
I’m not.
>“Now, don’t lie to her,” Applejack said. “If you tell her that now, then what are you going to tell her when she hears you and me squealing later tonight?”
>“Why would you both be squealing?” Apple Bloom asked.
>You just shook your head.
Look, why don’t we talk about the pig for a change.
>“Looking for some privacy are we, just me and you,” Applejack said with a wink.
Well, I was actually hoping to talk to Granny, about getting a pig.
>“That’s awful sweet of you,” said Granny. “But Applejack is the one around here that takes care of the livestock.”
>You peeked at Applejack from the corner of your eye and saw a grin spread on her face.
Of course she is, you said to yourself.

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>>28796995
>There was no hope to be found.
>Granny was useless.
>Winona was in love with your leg.
>Apple Bloom was only interested in party games and sleepovers.
>And Big Mac’s red cheeks were so stuffed with chewed mashed potatoes that they were dribbling out of his mouth in a white-liquid form, as if his mouth were an oozing cyst.

>You and Applejack were sitting in the living room together, and from the window you both could see the fenced mud pit where the pigs slept.
>“Why do you want a pig, anyway?”
>You drew out a sigh.
I have a plan, with lots of ins and outs to it. It’s kind of complicated to explain it.
>Applejack nodded, hummed, and then said:
>“Well, if you’re going to eat it, why don’t you take one of the older sows? That way—”
Let’s drop it, until we reach an agreement.
>“Fair enough.”
>She sighed in contentment, leaned towards you, smiled, and then said:
>“So—”
I won’t have sex with you for a pig.
>A bit taken aback, she cleared her throat and sat upright again.
>“Well”—she forced a laugh—“you could’ve at least let me ask it first.”
>She was still smiling when she said:
>“Listen here then, I got to get something I want out this. I’m a business pony, you know.”
>You wanted to tell her that you hated it when she forced herself on you, that you thought very little of her as a pony, but her stern and determined temperament abstracted you.
>You could not get started. Your feelings were deadlocked by diffidence.
>All you could really say, and it was said while a sense of bitter self-loathing rested inside of you, was:
Just nothing unreasonable, that’s all I ask.
>“Aw, come on. You didn’t really think I was going to strong-arm you into sex over a pig, did you?”
>Shaking your head, baffled, you said:
You were going to, though.
>She waved her hoof dismissively and forced another laugh, like her offer had all been a big joke or something.

>>28797013
>But when she noticed you were still stony-faced she faked like she had a cough, and then said:
>“Look, why don’t you go out and choose a pig. And by the time you’ve made your choice, I’ll have figured something out.”

>You leaned on the wooden gate and watched the pigs rolling around in the bubbly mud.
>The pigs were happy and it made you happy because you loved them.
>Something about pigs just always seemed to bring joy to you.
>They lived to eat and grow fat, to sleep, and play until they got dirty;
>they were smart, sometimes smart enough to build their houses with brick; and they also enjoyed having orgasms.
>Truly, they were our brothers.
>Watching the pigs eased your heart and, perhaps because you were at such ease, Twilight appeared to you in a vision.
>She was in the mud. She had appeared to you within the mud and her frothy face looked concerned at you.
>“Why haven’t you told her how you really feel yet?” said the muddy Twilight.
I don’t know. She’s making me uncomfortable. And her damn family isn’t exactly helping either.
>“Well, you’re going to be alone again with her soon. That would be a good time to share your true feelings with her.”
I’ll try, okay?
>“Good.”
>Then, after she did some muddy thinking, after some deep digging, from the phantom Twilight, she said:
>“I don’t have any qualms about appearing before you in a vision to give you sagely advice, but why am I in a mud puddle?”
>She looked to you for answers; her brown eyes had layers of self-consciousness under them.
>And you wanted to reassure the muddy Twilight that you had only the utmost respect for her, and that you did not know how your mind worked, but then she said:
>“Is there something about mud that reminds you of me? Because that’s kind of hurtful, if it’s true.”
Aw, Twilight, it’s not like I meant to have you appear to me in a vision in a mud puddle. I’d have done it somewhere prettier, if I could have.

>>28797021
>The sun shines on Twilight’s muddy, sad eyes.
>“You promise that you don’t just have a very low opinion of me? Because I can change, if I’m doing something that’s bothering you.”
No, it’s nothing like that, Twilight. I don’t know why you’re in a mud puddle. Honest injun.
>She sighed with ease and the mud puddle rippled.
>“Good. Well, good luck with Applejack.”
>Then she was gone, and the mud puddle was just a mud puddle again.
>Poor Twilight. You’ll have to apologize to her later, for envisioning her in a mud puddle like that.

>After spending some quality time with the pigs you felt you were ready to go back to the farmhouse.
>But still did the prospect of confronting Applejack seem intimidating to you.
>Then an idea gave you some hope.
>You remembered that you had Twilight’s scroll of icebreakers with you in your pocket, and you pulled it out.
>Maybe Twilight wrote something down that could help you, like some personal information about Applejack, or some advice on dealing with her.
>Your eyes fell on a random line in Twilight’s list:
>‘Remember, most ponies are awkward when meeting somepony new.’
>Well, that’s reassuring. . . maybe the next one will be helpful in some way.
>‘It’s okay to be angry, because most ponies get frustrated when things don’t go their way.’
>You’re starting to think Twilight got these out of a book.
>Oh, but here is the list of conversation-starters.
>‘What’s your favorite movie and why? When did you feel saddest in your life? How does it feel, how does it feel, to be on your’—
>They were all similarly useless, which probably does mean that she got them out of a book.
>You’ll have to remember to ask her what book that was later, so you can rent it and then shove it up her ass.
>And if she gives you any lip, you’ll just tell her that it’s okay to be angry, because most ponies feel frustrated when things don’t go their way.

>>28797035
>You’re not even going to apologize to her for that whole mud incident anymore.

>Applejack patted the spot next to her on her bed, beckoning you to sit next to her.
>And, since there was nowhere else to sit, you did so.
>She was holding an egg timer.
>“So here’s what I’m thinking. All of Apple Bloom’s talk of party games at the table got me thinking about some of the games I used to know of from my own younger years.”
>She turned the dial of the egg timer.
>“This one here is a classic.”
>She leaned over you, her body brushing against yours, to place the egg timer on the nightstand next to the bed.
>“It’s called Seven Minutes in Heaven.”
>She pressed her body against yours. Looking up at you, with longing eyes, it was obvious that she wanted you to bend and kiss her.
>Everything in your mind revolted against the idea, but the words that would convey such feelings would not pass your lips.
Seven minutes, is a bit long, don’t you think.
>“The timer is all set and ready though.” She put her mouth to your ear. “And so am I.”
Does it matter if I’m not?
>Just then, from under the floor you could hear Winona barking at something.
>Applejack looked quizzically down at the floor for a second, shrugged, and then turned back to you just in time to see her eyes snap open when the sound of something heavy crashing to the floor downstairs rose up.
>Then you both could hear glass being shattered and more things being turned over and falling down, all while Winona was yelping and barking and her nails were hitting the floorboards, as she ran throughout the house.
>“What the hay is going on down there,” Applejack shouted.
>And just then the sound of your pig running and squealing came from the hall by the bedroom.
>Applejack got up and opened the door.
>“I said—”
>Your pig ran right into Applejack, knocking her to the floor, and then ran past her to hide under the bed.

>>28797053
>But Winona was hot on her heels, and soon the pig and Winona were running all over the room, knocking over the nightstand and the hat stand, and pulling the blankets off of the bed, and pulling all of the horseshoes out of the closet, all while their muddy paws and hooves left evidence of their great race.
>Your pig jumped on Applejack’s back and then ran out back into the hall and headed towards the stairs, with Winona not far behind, and Applejack was getting up with smoke pouring out her boiler-room head.
>She turned on you and shouted:
>“Did you bring that darn pig in the house with you when you came back in?”
>Stunned, you slowly looked around the bedroom, put your hand over your mouth, until your eyes came back to meet Applejack’s anger.
>“Well, she said impatiently. Did you?”
I might’ve, you admitted. And it’s okay to be angry, because most ponies get frustrated when things don’t go—
>Another crash cut you off, followed by a scream and then a cry of horror from a different voice.
>“The fridge fell on Granny!” you heard Apple Bloom scream.

>The whole ordeal took five minutes.
>The pig was put in a cage and Winona was thrown outside.
>Granny was going to be okay and, apparently, she had survived worse than having a refrigerator fall on top of her.
>You knew that was true because, after you all lifted the fridge off of her [one minute] she told you a couple of stories about her toughness [the rest of the time spent before returning to the bedroom].
>Now you were sitting with Applejack again on the bed.
>“What in the darn heck do you mean, turning that darn pig out with Winona all loose in the house?”
>She was still a bit sore at you.
I thought it would be okay, you meekly answered.
>“Why would you think—oh, forget it. We’ve already wasted all that time.”
>She got real cute all of a sudden, and started climbing on your lap.
>“We better just make the best of. . .”

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>>28797111
>She looked down at your pants and scrunched her muzzle.
>“Your pants are all muddy. What did you do, get in with the pigs when you were out there?”
Just for a little bit, you said plainly.
>Applejack groaned and shook her head.
I didn’t think you’d mind, you said ineffectively.
>“Why did you think that I wouldn’t—you know what, never mind. Look, I ain’t as prissy as Rarity, but that doesn’t mean that you can just come into my bed all muddy.”
>She stepped off of your lap and said firmly: “Take your pants off.”
>You waited for her to say she was kidding, but then she gave you a very firm stare.
>“I ain’t kidding, partner.” She pointed towards the floor. “Take your darn pants off, right now.”
>Now, you were on edge, being around her when she was being firmly brazen like that.
>A line has to be drawn somewhere.
>And besides, you’d probably die of embarrassment if you took your pants off in front of her.
I’m not going to take my pants off for you.
>“Aw, come on. I ain’t asking you to ride me six ways to Sunday. I just don’t want you dirtying up my bed. Not with mud, anyway.”
>She then moved forward and tried to grab the button of your pants with her mouth, but you jumped up and dodged her.
I said no.
>“What is your problem? Would you just do it already? I only got five minutes left, and we’re wasting time.”
>She moved on you menacingly and you backed away, keeping your hand closed on your button.
>Then she jumped forward and the next race began.
>She chased you all around her room, screaming at you to take your pants off, while your feet dipped between all of the mess that was still on the floor from the earlier race, and you spun and pivoted to avoid Applejack’s pounces and dives for your waist.
>Finally, after you tried to vault over the bed but fell forward onto the floor instead, Applejack jumped on top of you.

>>28797143
>A frenzied fight of batting hands and grabby hooves commenced, with Applejack grunting and moving on top of you while you tried to scoot along the floor to get out from under her.
>She moved down your body and then bent her muzzle down towards your groin, trying to take your button in her mouth.
>You grabbed her face just in time, but she pulled back and dove again.
>Her mouth was snapping at your crotch like she was a slutty turtle, but you kept her at bay.
>Until an awkward cough came from behind the door, followed by a voice shushing it.
>You weren’t really sure what was going on, but Applejack’s face flushed with color and you heard her growling as she got up.
>She pulled her door open to reveal Big Macintosh, Granny and Apple Bloom all eavesdropping on them in the hall.
>Their faces were full of surprise, except for Granny’s; she was too busy asking Bloom and Mac for updates on what was happening.
>She couldn’t really see or hear too well anymore, old Granny.
>“What are you three doing?” Applejack shouted at them.
>Big Mac and Apple Bloom started stammering, trying to come up with a sound excuse for their eavesdropping, but Granny’s face formed a scowl and she turned on them angrily and said:
>“You two dingbats, she’s found us out. Couldn’t you both be quiet for just a second?”
>“Get out of here!” Applejack yelled, slamming the door.
>You got up, and then she turned to you, with red cheeks and furious eyes, and said sternly, “Enough of this nonsense.”
>She pushed you along to the bed and shouted at you to sit down.
>“Why couldn’t you just take your darn parts off? I said I wasn’t going to do anything. Don’t you trust me?”
>It seemed like a dumb question, so you did not answer it.
>“We’ve wasted too much of our darn time in heaven already,” she said as she sat herself next to you.
>“But we ain’t going to waste anymore.”

>>28797170
>She sidled over until she was close enough to you to wrap her arm around your neck.
>“We’ve got a minute left,” she said into your eyes. “And, for the rest of that minute, you’re going to be my little lover boy.”
>She started breathing heavily as her mouth inched towards yours.
>The flames on her cheeks were burning yours and, as her body came closer, you could feel that she was trembling.
>“And,” her voice sounded on the edge of something that was either emotional riot or fall; “and you’re going to like everything that I do to you.”
>She stopped her face and held it inches away from yours, but your eyes refused to meet hers.
>Her breath was hitting your mouth and it made you feel like you were trapped with her in a tiny smokehouse, with the sweat rolling out of your hair and falling into your eyes.
>Your vison was blurry, and Applejack’s body kept trembling as she spoke:
>“I know you’ll like it when I kiss you.”
>She looked like an un-calm orange blob to you.
>“So just let me do it,” she said with a nervous edge to her voice. “Let’s get it over with so we can be together, so that we can finally be comfortable with each other.”
>The orange blob moved on you again.
>“I’ve got to do it, or I’ll go crazy.”
>Her lips pressed against yours, and her mouth began to move and suckle on yours, while she moaned inside.
>But you would not move your own lips, as the resentment in your heart that you felt against her was too great.
>Though her voice had sounded full of longing, and perhaps even had the vulnerability of love within it, your blood began to boil in anger, and the passion that was in the air synthesized itself into anger inside your body, which was beginning to tremble too, and was wishing for an outlet.
>Then the timer went off.
>You pulled yourself away from her immediately and she fell forward slightly.

>>28797175
>And when her eyes turned slightly up, to meet the resentment in yours, they were splashed with fear.
>“Now, look,” she said anxiously, “I was sure—”
I hate you.
>She shrunk back from your cold tone, but then tentatively she inched towards you.
>“Can’t we just—”
No.
>You felt she was getting too close and you gave her a quick shove with one hand.
>She fell to the far side of the bed.
>And when she picked herself up and sat down again, the far side was where she stayed.
>Her eyes faced you, but you would not meet them.
I hate everything about you. You’re easily the worst thing about my life right now.
>You were not even talking to her, but to the ground that your eyes were fixed to.
All you ever do is annoy me whenever you flirt with me, or do anything suggestive. It even disgusts me sometimes.
>There was silence, as you tried to calm your voice. But then your anger spiked when she said softly:
>“Are you speaking truthfully when—”
Of course I am, you shouted. But why should you believe me? You’ll never stop. All you care about is getting your own kicks, while meanwhile I have to suffer.
I don’t know just what it is that is the matter with you. I don’t know why you insist on doing those things to me, even though it’s obvious that I don’t like them, but I think that it must either be that you’re just ignorant, or that you’re only a very cruel pony that doesn’t care about my feelings at all.
>You were silent after saying that, waiting for your heart to ease itself from its frenzy.
>Applejack did not say anything, but from the corner of your eye you could see that her hoof was placed firmly over her chest, as if she had just been stabbed.
I’m leaving now.
>“Wait,” she said as you got up.
No, you said as you turned in anger. I’ve spoken my piece, and my time is up. So I’m taking my pig and I’m getting out of here.
>Applejack’s eyes shrunk in fear, and you turned around and started for the door again.

>>28797187
>“Don’t go. I want you to stay.”
That’s a laugh, you said bitterly.
>“Please don’t go. I can. . .”
>And it was then, as your hand touched the doorknob, that something in her tone of desperation saddened you, as if there was an underscore of loneliness in her call.
>“Don’t leave now. . . not now. . . I want you to. . .”
>You didn’t want to, you really didn’t, but you began to pity her, and to feel sorry for the heart that was breaking behind you.
>“Please.”
>Your fingers slipped off the doorknob and your hand fell limply to your side.
>With a deep and uncomfortable sigh you turned around, looked at the glistening and expectant eyes of Applejack, and then sat down uneasily next to her on her bed.
>But you said nothing.
>You just sat down, and waited for the empty of her room to be filled with her own emotional air.
>She wiped her nose, even though she was not crying, and then scooted away from you slightly.
>Resting her hooves in her lap, she bent her head down and then spoke:
>“I didn’t know that you felt like that. I wish I had. And I wish that I had treated you differently.”
>She turned to look at you, but you would not meet her eyes.
>Then she turned them away again and began to rub her legs uneasily with her hooves.
>“I’m sorry. If you really do hate me, then I don’t blame you. I reckon that I’ve right earned it, to be honest. I’ve been acting like I’m the prize ass at the rodeo, I reckon. But I ain’t going to do it anymore.
>“That’s a promise,” she said, turning to look at you again.
>This time you did meet her eyes. They were solemn and ashamed, and you got embarrassed looking at them.
>Your eyes turned down, and then you nodded at her and looked away again.
>“I suppose I should tell you,” she said, turning away, “and I reckon you might have picked this up yourself by now, but I’ll say it anyway. I don’t know the first darn thing that there is to know about boys.”

>>28797200
>You wanted to laugh, but you suppressed it.
>“The farm has been my only love for a long time. I did have my share of heartaches though, back when I was just a kid. But I soon figured out that those boys wanted something from me that they just weren’t going to get, no matter how hard they tried.
>“So, after a while, we both stopped trying. And I forgot all about that part of me, until you came along.
>“And I don’t know just what the hay it is that makes me like you so much. All I know is that I could feel it all the time, and I thought the time was right for me to finally do something about it.”
>She sighed and looked down at her busy hooves.
>“But that was a while ago now, I guess. And I think it goes to show that I didn’t know what I was doing. But everypony was rooting for me, my family and my friends, and even Big Mac was—though you probably couldn’t tell—and so I thought that maybe the squeaky wheel would eventually get the grease.
>“But”—she made a sweeping gesture that illuminated everything around her, her room, the mess, the muddy paws and hooves, and you—“look at how far all that squeaking got me.”
>She threw her hooves down in her lap weakly and shook her head.
>“I didn’t think that you were any different from those other boys, and that was stupid of me to assume. Because you are different, and I should’ve just taken another chance on you, even if I wasn’t sure that it would’ve worked out the way I wanted.”
>She waved towards the door.
>“I won’t bother you anymore, if you want to leave. But I do want to tell you one more thing.”
>She scooted herself towards you and placed her hoof on your thigh, which made you tense up and almost want to push her off;
>but then she told you to look at her, and you saw those same solemn eyes, and heard that same certain tone, and all of that did good to ease you.

>>28797216
>“I always thought that we were friends, but hearing what you had to say. Well, now I’m not so sure anymore. So here’s what I want to say to you, just in case you don’t want to talk to me anymore, and this will be the last time we get to speak.
>“Please don’t let my stupid-ness get in the way of what we could have. If you still want to be friends, want to give me a chance, then I’ll try my gosh-dang-hardest to make you feel like I’m the best friend you’ve ever had.”
>She chuckled shyly.
>“And I think we both know that my gosh-dang-hardest is a lot, isn’t it?”
>You smiled slightly and she tilted her head and smiled too. Then she took her hoof away and sighed again.
>“Do you forgive me?” she asked with her head bowed.
>You brought her into a hug, eliciting a surprised gasp from her.
>She eventually caught on though, and she wrapped her arms around your body.
>Her entire personage, everything about her, had changed; and it only took you both seven minutes in heaven to make that change.
>So you felt comfortable when you said softly to her, with your head resting on her shoulder:
I forgive you.
>And you thought of how nice it was to see a better side of someone, and to feel relieved at seeing that side, especially when an honest friendship is soon to follow it.

>It turned out that Twilight’s list of icebreakers came in handy after all, because you and Applejack decided that, in order to get to know more about each other, you should both stay in her room and go through the list, answering all of the questions that were on it.
>By the end of your little session you felt that you knew as much about Applejack as her friends did.
>And you actually liked Applejack by the end of it, too.
>You found her to be very funny, nice, honest and just all-around good pony.

>>28797231
>You know now that she would do anything to help you out in a heartbeat, if you needed it; and you knew that you always had a family to go to if you were feeling lonely.
>The farmhouse seemed to glow with warmth as you stood out in front of it and looked at, it with Applejack right next to you.
>“Now you just remember,” she said, “that our home is always your home, too. So you feel free to come by whenever you want, okay?”
Sounds good, you said cheerfully.
>You also had the pig underneath your arms.
>She was a small and stinky little girl, and she kept wriggling underneath your arm, but you loved her all the same.
>Applejack saw her wriggling and chuckled.
>“She’ll get used to you, I’m sure. You’re easy to get along with—as it turns out.”
Yeah, really, you said with a smile.
>“So, do you want to tell me now why you wanted a pig, if you ain’t going to eat it?”
I should probably give you something for it. After all, you are a business pony.
>“You already gave me something,” she said sweetly. “A new friend.”
>You both laughed, and then she asked you one more time:
>“Now, would you tell me what you’re going to do with that darn pig?”
Oh, I’m going to marry it.
>Applejack’s eyes settled on you uneasily, but you did not lose your smile.
>And you were still trying to calm the pig, and bring her in front of your body so you could hold her with both arms, while Applejack forced a short and uneasy laugh.
>“I’m guessing that’s a joke,” she said quickly. “You told me that you weren’t a joker earlier though, you sly dog.”
>Now cradling the pig, you looked at Applejack and shook your head.
No, I’m going to marry her, you said plainly. I’m thinking about giving her a name first, though. Maybe something with more than three syllables, so that way, when she gets really fatty, her name will suit her size.
>“Okay, come on now,” Applejack said sternly. “You can’t actually marry a pig.”

>>28797248
Oh, you can. Well, in this county you can, anyway. I read all about it in some law books last week.
>“Why would you read about—wait, are you serious,” she said with bewilderment. “Are you actually going to marry that pig?”
I had my eye on a couple of them, to be honest.
>You looked down at the pig affectionately.
But this little porker, well, she just won my heart. She was definitely the best kisser of them all.
>“What!”
>But you weren’t paying attention. You were too busy puckering your lips and kissing her cute little snout, while she gave your lips little licks with her slimy tongue.
>Applejack tried to say something, but all that came out were fragmented phrases of confusion and indignation;
>then, feeling that she was going to throw up, as she watched you kiss the pig, she ran into the farmhouse, with her hoof holding her mouth shut and her face turning green.
You’re just a little oinker, aren’t you, Miss Sugar Cube? you said sweetly to the pig.

>One week later, on the day of the wedding, Spike was knocking on the door of the farmhouse.
>When Applejack answered, and saw him panting and sweating and wheezing, she asked him what was wrong.
>“I’ve been sent, as a last minute courtesy courier, in case you changed your mind,” he said, as he extended to her a piece of paper, “to give you this invitation to the wedding of Miss Sugar Cube and—”
>But Applejack slammed the door in his face and ran to the bathroom, feeling that she needed to wash her mouth out again.
>And Spike, pounding on the door, was shouting:
“Come on, Applejack. I ran all the way over here to give you this and everything, and now you won’t even take it.”

I woke up this morning and thought, "I'll dust off that old Applejack comedy I never finished and finish it." And so I did.
>>28787869
If you do finish a story then either post it here, with your name on, or drop a link, and I'll make sure to read it.

Page 8.

>>28797293
Golden/10
I laughed like a scholar girl.

>>28797293
That's a twist i never coud've seen coming

>>28797293
You magnificent bastard. Made my day.

Boop

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Just wanted to thank Nebulus
for writing that short about this pic

>>28801698
I don't even remember what it was. But you're very welcome.

Sup
You are all Jive Turkeys
But I love you
that is all

>>28790166
>Fluttershy recoils in horror at what she's witnessing.You stand there ramming into Applejack's pie without breaking eye contact.
>The look of betrayal on her face only makes your penis harder. Something that you're sure the squealing applejack in your window can appreciate.
"Who's the KEK now Fluttershy hmm?"
>"I-I thought being the cuck was your fetish." she whimpers. She's trying her best to hold the tears back, her best isn't good enough.
>Well shit now you just feel bad, emotionally, because you're still fucking the shit out of Apple.

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I really miss Eppy, he/she was alway so cheerful and smart.

bap

>>28804017
We need more stories were Anon out-fetish Fluttershy.
And also more stories were AppleJack get buttfucked hard, it's always a nice bonus.

>>28806437
Anything that ends up with Anon balls-deep in Applejack's backdoor is alright with me.

Brump

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Personally I want Ms. Harshwhinny to judge me on my sexual performance, and if she says its bad, it'd just immediately make my dick hard again so I can plow that bitch to prove her wrong...

Flump

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>>28809836

>>28809867
Flomp?

>>28811134
I really don't know why
but this is easily one of my
favorite gifs

>>28812939
Probably because it's lewd as hell and makes Fluttershy look almost fuckable.

But you'd never actually fuck Fluttershy... would you, Anon?

>>28778532
I hadn't seen some of these, got anymore recommendations?

Boop

>>28812946
Totally wouldn't even if
she looks really soft and
generally fuckable

Boop

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>>28813135
I gotchu covered, homeboy.

Getmeouttahere's I Dream Of Luna.
I don't even remember what this story was about. But it was long, and well-received, so you might like it. An updated version is also available as prose on FiMFiction.
http://pastebin.com/qDQiX4WY
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/163879/i-dream-of-luna

Scrabhunter's Heartless
Another one I can't remember, since it happened 4 years ago. I remember the ending being rather controversial though. Might be good for a giggle.
http://pastebin.com/b8PkNwHE

Badpacing's Wizard of Ponyville.
Anon is a wizard. Trixie is his mentor. Twilight is his stalker. Badpacing is the author. Nebulus is I.
http://pastebin.com/rgtRjUPC

Smudgey's Flutterbot Saga
An odd collection of stories focused around Fluttershy and Twilight being battle-robots that... battle. They're scattered around Smudgey's pastebin so you'll have to search for the others.
http://pastebin.com/0j63yW9D

Clever Dick's Snugglerape
This guy taught me how to write. He's pretty good at it. Here's a story where ponies don't have genitals yet still somehow manage to rape things.
http://pastebin.com/B69qPUe6

Cog's Young Love.
I nearly forgot about this one. I remember how it first started as well; it was so innocent, then evolved into something dark and depraved. This isn't the most light-hearted of stories, it's very uncomfortable, but it's still very much Flutterrape.
http://pastebin.com/7AtpmpGj

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>>28817787
>They're scattered around Smudgey's pastebin so you'll have to search for the others.
I just updated everything Flutterbot related in my pastebin with a "[Flutterbot]" tag to make them easier to spot, hope that alleviates any confusion.

>>28817787
These are great

>>28819696
How did that post go
Fornicate Fluttershy's
Fallopian Funzone
or somehting like that

>>28819854
Forcefully Fornicate Fluttershy's Fallopian Funzone.

>>28818118
Thanks Smudger.

>>28818886
I hope you like them!

Bump

>>28819878
I <3 u

Bum

>>28777460
You'll get the hang of it in time friend, I have faith in you.

>>28817787
>>28818118
This is..... OH NOOOOOO
>can't sleep because reading

>>28797293
This has easily taken a spot on my top ten favorite list.
Fucking fantastic, you had me full on laughing, and only Nebulus can make me do that so much in one story.
Good on you, Anon my friend.

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>>28797293
That was brilliant, Anon. Top banana.
I liked your comedic timing, the premise was simple but great, the little twist at the end was laughable and I had a genuinely good time reading it.

I'd love to see more from you. Nice work!

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>>28797293
It's been a long time since a story has gotten my ticker thinking so strongly about the possibilities and ramifications of character's actions. This was a genuinely good story even though I saw the ending coming from after the first paragraph.

It really warms my heart to see characters actually have personality instead of just being walking/talking punchlines for once, I really missed this feeling.

>>28818118
>Reading mode: ON

>>28817787
Different anon anon here. Are there any more stories that involve Derpy? Or anon taking on a parental role?

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>>28826789
I got you covered mate.

Jchallo's "The Pants in the Relationship"
An ongoing comedy about Derpy trying to win Anon's affection by latching onto his pants and refusing to let go. (Unfinished)
http://pastebin.com/BE8vc92D

Jibber's "In Loco Parentis"
A rather long drama about Anon's attempt to adopt and raise Scootaloo as others either try to help or interfere with his endeavor. (Finished)
http://pastebin.com/JjS6BhB0

>>28826956
Jibber's story is great
now i just gotta start the Derpy one

Precautionary bump so I can go to bed.

>>28772946
The Boogeymare.

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>>28826299

grump

>>28826956
Oh god!

>>28830565
?

Bump that Pig, Anon.

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I may have opportunity if my work schedule remains a certain way, my dudes!

>>28831931
Hope things work out

>>28831931
Welp. Sucks to be Will.

>>28831931
Poetry.

>>28831931
It's a masterpiece

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Jesus christ, its already Christmas next month...

>>28831931
Fuffy W shy

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>>28834477
Dubbers!

Bamp

>>28823023
well, I went ahead and pasted it, if you ever want to reread it someday.
http://pastebin.com/ESa2Xyep

thanks for the lovely comments everyone. I'm often not around anymore, but i'm always working on something regardless.

>"But what about me?" said Fluttershy, sadly looking up at you.
>You looked past your shoulder and, with a warm smile, you turned to her and said:
Aw, don't worry, Fluttershy.
>You placed your hand on top of her head and smoothed her mane with your thumb, making her look away, embarrassed.
You're the favorite, Shy. There's no denying that. It may have been AJ this time, but you'll get another story written about you soon.
>"Really?" she asked with a suspicious eye.
Yes, really. Now come on--you scratched her ear, making her smile--stop being so gloomy.
>"Okay." She nodded.
>"You're right. I shouldn't've gotten so jealous."
It's understandable.
>"Thank you," she said warmly.
>You turned back to your computer, and opened a blank Word document.
>But just as your fingers touched the keys, she spoke up eagerly:
>"So, is reassuring me when I get jealous your fetish?"
Fuck.
>You slammed your fist on the keyboard.
Goddammit, why do you always have to ruin what should be tender moments between us?
>"But, is it?" she said leadingly.
>You grimaced at her, but she kept smiling.
>Then you sighed in defeat and started unbuttoning your pants.
>"I knew it," she said with bright eyes. "I had a feeling I was right this time."
Don't get a big head over this. I'm still mad at you.
>She batted her eyes at you.
>"My head could never be as big as yours."
>Fucking Fluttershy

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>>28829015
Like the picture. I wrote a quick something about it. I hope you like it.

---
"Does this often happen?"
>"YOU P-PANSIES WOULDN'T KNOW WHAT A... a... uh--YEAH EVEN IF IT HIT YOU IN THE FACE!"
>Applejack finishes her drink and adds it to the pile of empty mugs beside her.
>"Eyup. She'll have a small sip of water laced with lemon or somethin' then it's off to the races. Usually she'll start a fight with a stallion six times her size, hit him once, then start crying."
>She yawns and stretches, several joints cracking.
>"Happens every Saturday."
>"YOU WANNA GO YOU... YOU NINCOMPOOP?!"
>You watch in silent awe as the tiny yellow mare struts up to a stallion so large he's struggling to get through the door.
>He grunts in distress as his huge shoulders get crammed in the wooden door-frame, preventing him from getting any further.
>The bartender nearby throws his towel to one side in frustration, leaning over the counter to yell at the gargantuan white pegasus.
>"Gad dammit Bulk, you know you can't use doorways, ya freak!"
>Bulk hangs his head in shame, muttering a 'Yeah' that sounds more like a kitten's mewl.
>Fluttershy, undeterred by the hulk before her, struts on up and starts berating him.
>"YOU LOOK LIKE A SNOWPONY I MADE WHEN I WAS A FILLY!"
"Ouch."
>Applejack grunts in response as she accepts another beer from the bartender.
>"Yeah, her insults can get pretty intense. She called someone a ninny once."
>The farmer shakes her head.
>"Grizzly night, that one; lotta hurt feelings and therapy."
>Fluttershy pulls back a hoof, taking her time to build up what meagre strength she has.
>AJ raises an eyebrow.
>"Oh, here we go."

1/?

>>28838134
>As foretold, Fluttershy punches Bulk.
>With a loud 'pop', the wall of muscle suddenly bursts free from his wooden prison.
>He blinks a few times, then smiles at Fluttershy.
>"Thanks, miss! Now I can pretend I'm normal again!"
>The stallion prances off further into the bar.
>Fluttershy watches him go.
>Then starts crying.

>"H-heee, auwaaaaghhhh!"
>Another in a series of strange, garbled wails erupts from Fluttershy.
>You pat her on the back, consoling her, though what for you're not sure.
>Applejack is too jaded to care, and keeps drinking.
>"Y'know, this is it now."
"What's that mean?"
>"This is it. This is your evenin'. Fluttershy's a lightweight, she's gonna keep sobbin' for the next few hours, so if you wanna bail I'll look after her."
>You frown.
"That's not really fair on you, AJ."
>She shrugs.
>"I'm used to it. Every Saturday, remember?"
"Yeah but..."
>You glance at Fluttershy, who's using her mane to wipe her tears away.
"...Hey, AJ."
>"Mm?"
"How about I take her home?"
>Applejack cocks her head.
>"Take her home? Ya'll sure about that?"
"Sure. It'll give you some peace, instead of looking after her for another evening."
>Applejack stares at you.
>Then slowly smiles.
>"That's real kinda you, Anon."
>She grins.
>"Good luck."
"Relax, this is for you, not her."
>She shrugs, still smiling.
>"If you say so."

"God damn you're like a beanbag."
>Fluttershy doesn't want to cooperate.
>You half-carry, half-drag her along the moonlit, dusty back-roads towards her house.
>She cries the entire time, sometimes having moments of lucidity to comment on a nearby owl or bat that glides by.
>Then goes right back to sobbing.
>Eventually you manage to grip her in a way where she can't escape.
>With one hand firmly under her rump and another holding her back, she rests against your chest, her head under your chin.
>Blubbering.
"Nearly there, Shy."
>"Bwuh."

2/?

>>28838148
"Mm."
>You shiver from the cold of the night, the mare in your arms like a dead-weight.
>A part of you regrets doing this.
>What would Applejack be getting up to now, you wonder.

"Applejack you've had enough."
>Applejack burps, then regards the hundred-something mass of drained mugs beside her with a bored expression.
>"Nah."

>You reach Fluttershy's cottage at last.
>Fumbling for a moment, you crouch down, still clutching Fluttershy, and dig the key from under her welcome mat.
>A quick fiddle with the lock results in the door swinging open.
"There we are, home sweet home."
>Fluttershy sniffs.
>"Th-thank you..."
"So you do this every Saturday, huh?"
>"No. This is the first time someone's taken me home."
>She gives you a drunken, coy smile.
>You ignore it and carry her inside.
>Ascending the stairs, you nudge her bedroom door open with a foot, proceeding inside and approaching the side of her immaculately-made bed.
"You fine if I drop you here?"
>"Mhm, just--"
>You drop her.
>She bounces once and sails off the other side of the bed.
>A loud crunch signals her hitting the hardwood floor.
>...
>You stare in shock for a second, trying to process how that happened.
>Then the loud, drawn-out wailing begins again.

"I'm sorry Shy, I'm so sorry, I said I'm sorry!"
>You sit on the bed, Fluttershy tucked up under the covers with an ice-pack on her head.
>She's currently calling you every name under the sun.
>Like 'meanie'.
>And 'meanie' again.
>You tend to the shockingly large bruise on her forehead.
>The headache she's gonna have when she wakes up tomorrow will be legendary.
>Tentatively dabbing the bruise with a wet cloth, the mare winces.
>"It hurts..."
"Yeah, no kidding, it looks like you got hit with a fucking shovel."
>Fluttershy winces as you touch her again.
>"You did this."
"I get it, no need to keep harping on about it."

3/?

>>28838153
>She glares at you.
>"All I wanted was a nice night out with my friends and you had to go and ruin it..."
"I'm still struggling to comprehend how or why only you and Applejack going to the bar on weekends is 'a nice night out', but alright."
>"We normally have fun! But you just had to tag along and ruin it..."
"You were starting fights, Fluttershy."
>"They're not fights. They're aggressive misunderstandings."
>Rolling your eyes, you pull your hand away from her face, the cloth gripped in your fingers.
>A huge black bruise is now present on Fluttershy's forehead.
>It looks terrible.
>Fluttershy probably knows that too by the way you're sucking air through your teeth and making the most dramatic face possible.
>"You'd better make this up to me, mister. I'm very upset with you!"
"Alright, shit, sorry, -again-."
>She scowls.
>Then develops a small, cheeky grin.
>"K-kiss it better."
"Oh come on."
>"Kiss it better!"
"What are you, five? Just sleep on it, I'll get you another drink if you'd like."
>"Do it or I'll tell everyone you threw me on the floor after taking advantage of me whilst drunk."
"They won't buy that, I'm gay."
>"No you're not, you have playmare under your bed. Seven monthly editions and the swimsuit special."
"Fuck, well that--"
>You do a double-take and give her a strange look.
>She smiles innocently.
"...Well that's just peachy."
>"Come on, Anon, pleease?"
"I don't like you when you're drunk. Or concussed. Whichever this is."
>"Likely both. There's two of you right now."
"Jesus."
>"Now pucker up, mister."
>Give out an exasperated sigh and lean forwards.
>Plant a firm, loveless kiss on her forehead and pull back, an annoyed expression on your face.
>"Mm, that was okay."
"Oh, sorry, would you like more tongue, your highness?"
>Fluttershy stares at you.
>Then gives you a toothy smile.

>"O-oh, oh my, that was, um, r-really lovely~."
>You wipe your mouth.
>It tastes like lemons and horse drool now.

4/?

>>28838158
>Fluttershy giggles and nestles deeper into her pillows, pulling the covers up slightly.
>Her face is adorned with a deep blush.
>"So, what now?"
"Hell do you mean 'what now'. Now I go to sleep on your sofa and leave early tomorrow, this isn't going any further, Fluttershy."
>"Aww, come on, what about fooling around a bit? I'm drunk, you're drunk--"
"I'm sober. You might brain damage."
>"--And there's no one that can disturb us..."
>She bats her eyelids and chews her bottom lip.
>"Aaaanooon~"
"What."
>"I'm feeling really naughty..."
>You rub your eyes and squint at her alarm clock.
>11:02
>Applejack must be having the time of her life right now.

>"Waddya mean 'all out'?"
"You've literally drained every keg we have. Go home, Applejack."
>"Nah."

>"Come ooon, I never got to do this stuff as a filly..."
"You've never messed around with someone whilst drunk?"
>She shakes her head.
>"That was always Rainbow Dash. I didn't, um, go to parties."
"Really? That's totally shocking and not at all expected of you."
>She frowns.
>"I might not be an animal at parties..."
>"...But I -am- an animal in bed."
>...
"Fluttershy you literally stole that from the rom-com we saw at the movies the other week. It wasn't a good line then, and it's not a good line now."
>"Horseapples."
"Just go to sleep, alright? I'm gonna be downstairs."
>You stand up and head for the door.
>Fluttershy whines desperately behind you.
>"I-I'll tell everyone you raped me!"
>As soon as she says it, she squeaks.
>You slowly turn to face her again, your face a picture of shock.
>She's pulled the covers over her face, her eyes peering out over the top at you.
>Even she can't believe what she just said, but going off your stunned reaction she knows it worked.
>Gingerly, she pulls the covers down, a nervous smile on her lips.
>"I'll, um, tell everyone you raped me."

5/?

>>28838162
>The next few moments are a stare-down between you and a mildly concussed possibly virginal pegasus.
>...
"Bullshit you will, go to sleep."
>Slam the door.
>Hear a muffled "Ponyfeathers!" from the other side.
>You trudge downstairs and lie on her sofa, your legs dangling off the end.
>All you wanted was to do something nice for Applejack.
>She owes you big time for this.
>As you stare at the ceiling, you hear the bed upstairs squeak.
>Then the sound of hooves crossing the floor.
>Followed by a door creaking open.
>Hooves on the stairs.
>And a small voice calling out into the dark.
>"Anon? Are you asleep yet?"
"No."
>"O-oh. Sorry."
>...
>...
"I'm still not asleep, Fluttershy."
>"Sorry."
"Go back to bed."
>"Right, sorry."
>...
"I know you're still there."
>"Please can we try kissing again?"
"Shit like this is why you're single. Also take a breath-mint before kissing someone next time, your mouth tastes gross."
>"O-oh, um, sorry."
>Rapid hoofsteps up the stairs herald her departure.
>Shortly after the voice calls out again.
>"Sho cam we try kishing agun?"
"Are you chewing gum?"
>"...Mo."
"Yes you are, I can smell it from here, Jesus did you eat an entire packet?"
>"...Yeff."
"I'm only sleeping down here to make sure you don't do anything dumb, Fluttershy. If you're gonna act like a dork then I'm going home."
>"P-please don't go."
"Then go to sleep."
>"...Sleep with you?"
"Sleep alone."
>"Sleep alone with you?"
"I'm never going out drinking with you again, I swear to god."
>"Right, right, sorry."
>Hoofsteps running upstairs signal her leaving again.
>You fold your arms against your chest and push yourself into the cushions some more, trying to get comfortable.
>Eventually, you find yourself drifting off to a pleasant sleep...

>...Your eyes snap open.
>Fluttershy is leaning over you, her eyes wide with shock.
>Her mouth is hanging open.
>You can still see a bit of gum in there.

6/?

>>28838170
>Looking down, you see that she's stretched awkwardly over your body, trying not to touch you.
>She gulps nervously, eyes darting from side to side.
>"This is. A dream?"
"Dreams don't smell like peppermint."
>You glare at Fluttershy.
"Mind explaining what you're doing?"
>"Oh, well, I asked you if you'd changed your mind about the whole kissing thing? Then you didn't respond so I asked again and when you still didn't answer I took that as a yes so..."
>She gulps, swallowing her gum.
>Then wets her lips with a hasty tongue movement.
>"...Wanna try kissing again?"
>For a brief, terrible moment, you consider doing just that.
>Giving her what she wants so that she'll leave you alone.
>But you feel like doing that at this point would be encouraging this to happen.
>If you keep giving her what she wants, she'll start pestering you for more.
>Might even start chasing you around or knocking on your door when you're trying to eat breakfast in a morning.
>You shudder at the thought of such a woeful horror.
>Fluttershy takes your silent contemplation as an excuse to mash her mouth against yours.
>Peppermint.
>Lots of peppermint. And horse spit.
>Fluttershy's inexperienced mouth attempts to tango with yours.
>Yours stays completely rigid, refusing to move or open for anything.
>Eventually she gives up doing that, sucks on your top lip for a while, then licks your face.
>Just a huge lick. Right from the chin to the space between your eyes.
>She pulls back, panting, and giddy.
>"H-how was that? Pretty good, right?"
>You stare at her, your face going sticky from pony slobber.
"That was absolutely horrendous. Never do it again, nor tell our friends that you did it."
>Sit up abruptly, grabbing the mare as you do so.
>Place her on the floor and nudge her away with your leg, then rise to your feet.

7/?

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>>28838180
>She stands awkwardly pawing at the carpet with a hoof as you check yourself over in the darkness.
>The mare tries to speak a few times, but gives up.
>You walk to the door and open it, the moonlight flooding in.
>A final look at Fluttershy, and she watches in return.
>The tiny yellow mare avoids direct eye contact, and still says nothing.
>With that, you step out and close the door behind you, leaving Fluttershy on her own.
>You tried to do something nice, and this is how it turned out.
>Well, at least one thing is for certain.
>Thank god it's over.

>...

>Knock knock knock.
>You lumber to the door, scratching your stubble.
>Never usually get visitors this early in the morning.
>Pull open the door and look down.
>"H-hi. So um, the other night was really weird and I'm sorry, but I was just um, wondering if maybe you wanted to try kissing some more?"
>You stare at Fluttershy in bewilderment.
>"I-I brought peppermint if that's a turn-on?"

8/8
The End.
http://pastebin.com/zAwghjhR

Just a quick something for you guys.
Hope it made you smile.

>>28838191
It made me FUCKING FROWN, NEBULUS YOU FUCKING BUTT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH
It was cute, you did good Nubelus.

>>28838191
This is the last thing
I expected from posting that pic
but I'm so glad it happened

Boop

>>28838191
Kek/10
That's why you're my writefu

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>>28838207
>>28838254
Glad you both liked it!

>>28839433
>Writefu
O-oh gosh.

>>28839725
Finding your stuff on mulpwiki is why i'm even here

>>28839742
>mulpwiki
Oh god what. We have a wiki now?

>>28839746
Yeah it has greentexts and links to pastebins

>>28839746
The wiki has been around for almost two years now.
The motivation for creating it was to categorize the content on /mlp/, mostly greentexts.
While multiple Anons asserted their support of the project, next to noone actually bothered to make edits.

I ended up writing some code to scrape pastebin links from archives, download the pastes, and then upload formatted versions to the wiki.
There's some automated categorization going on, but I doubt that my vision of a properly categorized greentext collection will ever come to pass.

>>28840482
I'd rather have people come directly to my pastebin to read so I know if my work is getting views.

>>28840529
It was meant more as a way of finding things.
Noone is going to read your stories if they don't know about them, and pastebin lists are terribly inconvenient for finding specific things and also often incomplete.
There's a link to the pastebin on all automatically generated articles but I also mirror the story itself in case the pastebin is lost.

>>28840564
It doesn't matter if there's a link to the pastebin, no one needs to go to pastebin when they find the entire list of stories copied word for word on the wiki.

Having people view my work on a site I didn't even know existed until now doesn't help me in the slightest. It's like having someone reupload all your youtube videos on Dailymotion and saying "Don't worry, it's free advertising."

>>28840587
It is unfortunate that you feel that way, but I prioritize the convenience of the reader over the numerical feedback you get as a writer.

>>28840587
>>28840608
Also, assuming that you're smudgey, if you want I'll nuke all you've written off the wiki because I respect copyright.
This will mean that all articles with your name on them will be deleted and I will blacklist you for future iterations.
As a formality I'll need some pr0of that you're not an imposter though.

>>28840624
Sure I'll bite, if you could do that I'd appreciate it.

But we both know taking other people's work without permission isn't respecting copyright to begin with.

>>28839725
kek.

>>28840665
Really sorry for bringing up the wiki, didn't realize people didn't know about it

>>28840665
I've now deleted all articles created from your pastes and blacklisted you.

Anyways, when I say I respect copyright what I mean is that I recognize the right of creators to determine in what ways people are allowed to use them.
To me when anyone makes a pastebin and writes stories it means that they want their stories to be read, and usually also to get recognition for their work;
After all that's pretty much all you're getting out of writefagging.
If I were to take YouTube videos and reupload them that would be another story because there's actual monetary benefit on YouTube when people watch your original video and not some copy.

Now, I of course didn't get explicit permission of any of the writefags to mirror their stories, simply because it would not be feasible at all to do so.
However, I figured that most people wouldn't mind if their stories are mirrored somewhere because it would align with their goal of spreading their stories around.
In fact you're the only one so far who explicitly doesn't want his stories to be mirrored (if you discount the one guy who wrote filly clop under his DJ name and didn't want it to show up on google.)

>>28842062
Don't be, when I decided to scrape pastebins I accepted that at least one person would not like me doing that.

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>>28840665
Faggot. As if your greens are gonna get famous anyway.

But hey maintain whatever imaginary integrity you think your greentexts have.

Unless it's for another reason, then you're excused.

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>>28843401
>Famous
They're not supposed to be famous, if I cared about getting my name out there just for the sake of internet-horsefame I'd move to fimfiction or something.
I only want people to view my work here because it's the only place I frequent enough where I can actually respond to them if they have any complaints or feedback for me.

But I don't want to start another argument, it's a real buzzkill so lets just drop it alright?

>>28842322
Just so we're clear, wikifag, I'm fine with my stories being on this apparent wiki.

May I have a link to it?

>>28844228
Not wikifag, but here's a link anyway since I'm here.

www.mulpwiki.org

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>>28846557
That's great

>>28842322
Can you post the link?
Also, I am a writer here
I don't mind this
I am no real author, or the likes

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>>28847824
Can you not read what >>28844305 posted?

>>28847882
Sorry
I forgot to refresh

How odd, I assume many of us did not even know of this
Perhaps it would be for the best that the link be added to the thread opener

>>28847891
Perhaps, but people didn't even want to change the redundant "how do I start writing" line.

>>28847927
"How do I start writing" is a sacred relic of the past. I represents a time when only the most enlightened users on 4chan were able to slap a > before their text and recite autistic horsefiction.

We keep it around as a memento for how far we've come as a thread.

>>28849781
Man I fucking love Shouts Fluttershy

Boop

>>28849781
Fuck does that look cozy.

>>28838191
That was both funny and cute and at the same time infuriating.

10/10 I loved it.

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When she wants it so bad, why not just completely ravage her so intensely she goes into a coma for a day and can't walk properly for the next six?

She'd either leave you alone after that, or you'd scratch her itch so hard she'd be completely chilled out afterwards.

>>28852129
Because I have a small penis and wouldn't be able to wreck her THAT much.
A lot of what I can do for a woman comes from a little mouth lovin', and I'll be damned before I put my lips on that cooch.

>>28852151
Anon. Fingers are completely alien to them, they would be completely unprepared for fingers.

Also the majority of their nerve endings are in their vulva and clitoris anyways.

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>>28852151
the fuck is wrong with flutterbutters puss nigga

she has weekly spadates with rarity and was a model shes perfectly fresh down there

>>28852166
Oh I'm aware (that's pretty much why the mouth loving is what I enjoy doing most) but there's still a little to be said about the idea of a lengthy shaft passing through, rubbing those nerves and clit, while just flat out pounding it, as opposed to a smaller one doing that.

I'm a firm and somewhat defensive sounding believe of 'size doesn't matter', but it does still kinda have it's advantages.
But then again, I can also pleasure a woman without issue, so what do I care.

Still wouldn't eat out Fluttershy though!
Twilight on the other hand...

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>>28852185
What the fuck are you even asking me?
Where do you think we are?

>>28852192
just because shes nuts doesnt mean her vag aint perfectly good

>>28852195
I ain't sticking my tongue in crazy!
I'm less inclined to do that than I am sticking my dick in crazy.

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If you give shy the dick she'll come back like this

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>>28852151
>>28852188
How small we talking here.

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>>28852223
That's pretty hot. I wouldn't mind coming home every night and screwing her desu senpai.

>>28852224
While unerect probably doesn't count, it's kinda like a baby dick. Erect is quite a grower by comparrison, but it's still kinda below average... Like... I dunno, 4ish inches.

Although size aside, my dicks been called cute before. so it's not that bad. Also got a love heart shaped birthmark on the side. Kinda weird and awesome.

>>28852243
>my dicks been called cute before. so it's not that bad.
Yeah, that's probably not a good thing bro.

>>28852253
I thought that at the time, but then she ran her tongue under my foreskin. Guess how much I cared then.

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>>28852260
>3dpd
>not pone

>>28852108
>Infuriating
In a good way I hope.
Glad you liked it!

>>28838180
Love it.

>>28854784
>"Did you stop throwing out your used condoms? Why?"
>You stare at her dumbly.
>Your eyes move between her eyes and the banana peel on her head.
"...Why do you think?"

>>28854795
Figured that'd upset her for fucking a mare that's not her

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>>28854795
DAMMM!

Will we gonna throw some extra green?

>>28857147
Not with that kind of sentence structure.

>All she wants for Christmas is YOOooOOOou~
> https://derpibooru.org/1292558
>So what she did that you notice is surgically reconstructed her once beautiful equine vagina to what you described for Twilight to being a "human coot", and now she spreads her legs revealing a hideously deformed reproductive part on an otherwise angelic species.

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>>28857860
End result

Well since my ShimmerGlimmer thread died, I might as well continue the Glimmer story meant for this thread. Hopefully I can finish it.

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>>28857860

>So what she did that you notice is surgically reconstructed her once beautiful equine vagina to what you described for Twilight to being a "human coot", and now she spreads her legs revealing a hideously deformed reproductive part on an otherwise angelic species.

>>28858363
Hope it goes well

NEVER GIVE UP!

>10

>>28859980
page nine weeee

bamp

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>>28852260

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trixie peanut butter emperor

>>28861090
Hey F-fuck you Fluttershy! That's an above average human penis...
>Fluttershy can't help but giggle.
>"I-it's l-lovely... uhmmm... welp, now that i know your fetish i... umm, I'll leave you to it.
>You stand there awkwardly with your erect cock in hand.
>Fluttershy hurriedly trots off, and now you stare towards your pony neighbors. There kids are playing out in the yard.
>Your stiff penis points right at them, on this fine fall weather day instead of
>Fucking Fluttershy

>>28861090
>>28862006
how about no

>>28862006
There was a story kinda like this, Rarity made fun of Anon's penis so he goes to Fluttershy, she says it's cute, and laughs Rarity comes to apologize and Anon rammed his arm up her pussy or something like that

>>28862427
I've also seen an image where a disappointed Rarity tries to use magic to make Anons dick bigger.
She says it doesn't work very well and won't increase the size much but it works extremely well on humans and makes him huge.

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Anons snuggly dick: It just fits!

>>28858363
Good luck m80

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>>28858363
Oh man, you started that thing? Shit. I really gotta get over myself and just finish the little bit left of that damn Sunset sequel.
It's officially been over a year since I'd provided something. Fucking shit.

>>28864410
I'm sure it'll turn out fine

>>28861090
>You blush fiercely at her comments.
"They're not cute! They're manly!"
>Fluttershy stifles a giggle.
>"I'm not sure if I would call underwear with love hearts all over them 'manly', Anon!"
>She continues to tremble from containing her laughter.
>You put your hands on your hips and glare at her.
"Hey, fuck you, a real man wears whatever he likes."
>"Even if that something is the sort of thing little fillies would wear?" she quips with a smirk.
"Fuck you, Fluttershy."
>"That's what I was trying to do before you pulled your pants off."
>She sighs happily.
>"You're so cute, Anon~"
"Yeah whatever, let's just this over with."
>You rip off your boxers and drop them on the floor.
>Fluttershy stares at what dangles before her in shock.
>"O-oh my, that's--"
>Her face goes bright red.
>"Oh. MY."
"Yeah gurl, get a loada this dick."
>"It's just so big! I must have it inside me at once!"
>Then you and Fluttershy fucked like rabbits and it was really fun and--


"Please stop."
>Fluttershy stops reading.
>"Why? What's wrong with my story?"
"It's gross, why would I ever fuck a pony?"
>"Because you love me and want to marry me?"
"Hah, no."
>You smile, and your eyes drift over to a nearby field.
>Moorielle, a cute cow you met last week, catches your eye.
>She grins and checks the bow on her head before giving you a sly wink.
"My heart belongs to another."

#CowLivesMatter

>Be Anon
>You've been passive aggressively Bumping Fluttershy these last three days.
>She guesses your fetish correctly, she's your dick, and laughs at it.
>It's not like you were going to give it to her anyways....
>Fucking Fluttershy

>>28866300
Kek

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>>28866300
>>"Because you love me and want to marry me?"
That was pretty cute tho.

>>28864410
I did. I wrote a rather boring green that I probably won't finish now since an attempt to revive it got deleted. Were you reading it?

We all got problems. It'd be nice if you finish it. I know it seems like the world doesn't want you to with all those unlucky setbacks but no one's gonna break your stride. You've got to keep on moving.

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page 10 wew

>>28867994
I was not reading it. Wasn't even aware you were doing that.
I'll get on that at some point...

Bumpero

>>28870174
Aww. Ah well.

But yes. Hopefully sooner rather than later.

I'm seriously considering just posting it in parts...

>>28871910
Just do what you gotta do