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Flutterrape - 15/11/16

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>What is Flutterrape?
Flutterrape is a collection of stories about ponies trying to have sex with Anon, the only human in Equestria. While the title implies that it is Fluttershy trying to rape Anon, others may follow in her hoofsteps and attempt their own versions of >rape. There are different versions of Flutterrape, but most are lighthearted stories about the ponies failing in their comical attempts to get into Anon’s pants. Just because your story has Anon in it, doesn't mean it fits in this thread. Check other threads (Pie, AiE, etc) about story content before posting.

Author List: http://pastebin.com/eG8iY7Wy
Request Bin: http://pastebin.com/rZU1Hbqy
Old thread: >>28772290

Thread Archive: https://desustorage.org/mlp/search/subject/Flutterrape/

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>How do I start writing?
Writing these stories is very easy. Write in the second person and preface your lines with ‘>’. This is what turns normal text into greentext.

Writing Guides:
http://pastebin.com/uXvpYYzS
http://pastebin.com/bnMmZ2T3
http://pastebin.com/r6dTpd3j
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Quit dyin' in my sleep.

>>28871910 (Exposition)
I only didn't read it because I didn't know you'd started posting it. My observance of the board isn't really all there. If you got a pastebin of it, I'll have a read.

In the meantime, yeah, I gotta get mine done...
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>>28876204
killed before its time again. let the death march of FSR begin
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>>28876204
I need to draw some more Flutterrape art.
Seems like we always use the same pictures these days.
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>>28876382
Most likely. Though my computer was nuked lately, I'd only managed to find a couple FR related images.
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>>28876230
It's fine. It's a boring read anyway.

I actually don't have a Pastebin. I should probably make one soon.
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>>28876847
>It's a boring read anyway
I wanna say first step to a decent story is to make sure you yourself hate it by the time you finish with it.
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Yeeeah, work that grill baby
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Don't die overnight
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>>28876204
There's only six people here, at best... what happened to you?
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>>28878928
Weirdly enough, the thread seems to consistently see over 120 unique posters if it lives to see 500 posts.

So it's not that dead. Just slow as balls.
Kinda funny though. We're like a geriatric thread. The nurses are just waiting for us to die at this point but for some reason we don't.
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heh
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>>28880227
> Luna isn't clumsy
> Celestia actually cursed the Christmas decorations in her room
> The two Solars guards had a crush on Luna for years and Celly just found out
"Don't bother courting her, my little ponies : my sister is an angry, bitter old mare that need drastic measure. Just wait for her to be bound and gagged, and she is yours !"
> Meanwhile, the poor stallions are still undecided between want / do no want.
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>>28881069
>"She's all yours, Anonymous!"
"All my... what?"
>Celestia lets out a careless laugh, rolling her eyes dramatically.
>"Oh come now, I've seen the way you look at my sister. Consider this a repayment for when you assisted me with our little ratpony uprising problem."
"Uhh..."
>You readjust your feet nervously.
>Before you, Princess Luna lies bound and gagged.
>She's also unconscious.
>The mare's mouth is cracked open, dribbling in an undignified manner.
>Her body is also positioned in a way so that her rear end is propped up, her tail pulled back by her bindings so that her steadily leaking goods are on display to the world.
>Celestia nudges you forward in encouragement.
>"Go on! Go at it! I'll just be over here."
"...What, watching?"
>"Of course! I want to see you enjoy your prize."
"Celly, I don't think drugging your sister and 'giving' her to me as a sort of prize is really... appropriate?"
>"Anonymous."
>Her expression hardens, eyes narrowed.
>"I raise the sun. I give this world life. Entire empires have fallen at my hooves, and I have ruled this planet with an iron hoof for centuries. If I deem in necessary to slip sleeping pills into my sister's morning coffee so that I can tie her up, inject her with hormones that force her into estrus, and then present her to a close friend of mine as a gesture of goodwill whilst I masturbate violently in the corner, then I shall."
>A sword is levitated and pointed at you.
>"Now drop the pants and impregnate my sister or I'll make you."
"Y-yes ma'am."
>"And slap her buttocks and call her a bad pony."
"..."
>"Also scream my name when you cum."
"O-ok."
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>>28881447
"And that was my most radical Christmas" you said while sipping your chocolate milk.
"Also thats how you were made you little shit"
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>>28880227
>"I bet the jews did this!"
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>>28881777
>trips confirm
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>>28881447
>>28881069
We really need more Flutterape with less Flutter.
So many possibilities, so little variations ...
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>>28882056
There's a great deal of Flutterrape without Flutter.
The unofficial name for Flutterrape is Ponyrape.

Pick a pone, and have them go hog-wild on Anon. The only limits are your imagination and the 4chan post-box character limit.
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>>28882067
>and the 4chan post-box character limit.

I blame moot for that faggy limit
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Boop
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>>28876204
>"Pleeeeaaase Anon?"
no
>A kiss?
No
>Just a quick peck?
NO.
>.....Half a peck?
N- wait what's half a peck?
>I could show you?
>You give her a once over.
Fine but only half a peck you hear me?
>She nods in agreement before leaning in with her bottom lib bitten.
>You inch away but she pecks you with her top lip as promised.
That... was weird.
>"In a good way?"
>You give it some thought, you could settle for this, but that would mean you're letting a talking horse kiss you.
No
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>>28884137
That's cute
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>>28885086
You're cute.
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>>28885172
STOP RIGHT THERE, LEWD SCOUNDREL!
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>>28884929
...
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>>28885883
Well where should we start
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>A rumor goes around that Anon is a rapist.
>Just about every mare sees Anon and just so happens to drop things or puts themselves in lewd situations to tempt him.
>Fluttershy is pissed because she thinks he won't rape her.
>Anon just wants to clear his name and keep Fluttershy at bay.
>Hilarity and lewd ensues.
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>>28887321
>A rumor goes around that Anon is a rapist.
>Fluttershy is actually raping Anon.
>No one is willing to talk/help Anon because they think he's going to assault them.
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>>28887502
>>28887321
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>>28884137
I really thought Fluttershy was going to start explaining the difference between a full peck and a half peck.
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>>28888540
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=APo7805Yzhk

Anon """Shitposter""" Nymous
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>>28888688
Glad I wasn't the only one thinking of this.
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Bump
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>>28889537
I want ShoutingIsFun to have my children.

Really.
I hate the little bastards, can someone take them away from me?
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>>28889718

don't worry, he already leave the fandom and move to make pokemon comics

http://concretestaircase.tumblr.com/
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>>28889728
He posts pony stuff in trash every Friday though.
The tumblr was for all his non pony stuff
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>>28889789

>nobody actually upload those pics in derpibooru
>trash don't have any archive

Welp, that fanart is lost forever
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>>28889804
You can find a lot of it here,
http://mlpg.co/art/res/9696.html#top
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I just want to tell Nebulus that I thought his story in the last thread was really funny, especially when she bounced off the bed. I tossed my Cheerios when that happened.
10 outta ten
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>>28881447
pics when?
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Bump
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>>28890826
I'm very happy to hear that, Anon. I'm glad you liked it.
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The thread is three days old and there aren't even any stories here.

FR is ded.
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>>28892767
No shit Sherlock, the last thread died from inactivity.
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bamp
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Move in with AIE?
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>>28893545
Nah AIE is shit, rather RGRE if anything
Thread wars now
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>You hear the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor as you sit in the sterile hospital room.
>Looking up to the bed, you see her. The pink haired mare that has been the bane of your existence.
>Years of fetish guessing and waking in her bed to forced orgasms is what you remember.
>But even still, you never wished this on her. Slowly perishing in a hospital bed. Could it be that you are having Stockholm syndrome for your rapist? Or is it that you just can't stand to see someone so cute and-
>Your thoughts are immediately cut off as the heart monitor begins to make horrifically longer beeps.
"Nurse!"
>You shout as you race to the door for help.
>Near instantly, a group of ponies in doctor and nurse outfits push past you and right to Fluttershy's side.
>"She's fading fast. We need to act quickly." Says the doctor horse.
>Turning to you, he speaks. "Anon. We need you."
>Confused, you walk closer to the bed. Two nurse ponies giving you room and standing behind you at both sides.
"What? What can I do doctor? I don't anything about medicine."
>You suddenly feel a tug on both arms from the nurse ponies.
>"She needs 50 cc's of >Rape. Stat!" He shouts as the nurses grab you and begin magically forcing you to the bed. Your clothes vanishing, being teleported away by the unicorn nurse.
>It's at that moment that Fluttershy's eye's snap open and she turns and pins down your prone form.
>"Is getting raped in a hospital while the nurse staff watches your fetish?"
>Fucking Fluttershy... Don't die on me.
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>>28893545
no thnx
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Rump
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>>28892747
Is this implying that they're all just in heat?
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Got a new tablet, its pretty neat!
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>>28892792
It was only a few hours until the new thread showed up.
Relax
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>>28896220
If we relaxed anymore than we already do the thread would actually stay dead.
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>>28877662

Has there ever been a point where there was TWO dolphins inside a FR thread?
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>>28896018

Can it osu?

(also >wireless)
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>>28896549
... a thing happened last year in december

http://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/25746662/#25748861
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>>28898098
Also, I'm reposting this: http://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/25746662/#25754833

Shit was kinda funny reading back on it. Anon was a right bastard.

“WHAT THE FUCK KINDA SCHMUCK DO YOU TAKE ME FOR?! NO WAY IS THIS RIGHT! ADD THAT SHIT UP AGAIN!”
>The waitress blinks a few times and wiped away the spit subtly.
>”As you can see, sir, your champagne is what made this bill so high.”
“First off, it’s pronounced ‘Sham-pag-en’, asshole, second, you can forget about your tip.”
>You slam some bits on the table, get up and walk out, dragging the chair you sat in.
>The waitress follows you outside.
>”Uuuh, sir, that’s this establishment's property, and you’re still a few bits short.”
“Alright, I got your bits, in glasses.”
>”I’m sorry?”
>You toss the chair into the restaurant’s front window.
>The couple that was eating at the table dodged the chair just in time.
>Sadly, their food has been sprinkled with bits of glasses.
“Keep the change, bitch.”
>Walk away like you own the fucking town.

1/2
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>>28898126


>”Anonymous, at what part in that story did this waitress try to rape you?”
“Did I mention how much that bill cost, Twilight? That right there is wallet rape, and I won’t put up with that shit.”
>Twilight takes a breath, clearing her throat.
>”Anonymous, that doesn’t give you the right to go and vandalize property!”
“I’m sorry you feel that way, now as I was saying, she also had the nerve to grab my penis!”
>”No she didn’t, you didn’t even mention that in the story you just told me.”
“That’s part I was getting at! Now stop interrupting me, anyway, she was so overwhelmed from my macho man demeanor she followed me home, I tried to tell her to fuck off, but noooo. She wanted to ‘Fuck on’.”
>Twilight tosses her notes in the air.
>”’Fuck on’ isn’t even a phrase!”
“Get out more, maybe you’ll hear it you NEET shrink, when was the last time you got laid anyway? Spike doesn’t count.”
>Twilight glares at you, silent.
>She points to the door.
>”Get the fuck outta my castle.”
“Fine. By the way, you’re the worst alicorn. Think about it, Cadence is a complete shit and she still outranks you. Get rid of those wings and go back to being an adorable unicorn, like the good ol’ days.”
>”Oh fuck you Anon.”
“No need to get all colon compromised. I’m only telling the truth. I’m out.”
>You walk out of the Twilight’s castle.
>Instantly you pinch you nose from a fowl scent that surrounds you.
>This can only mean one thing.
>”HEY ANON!”
“Ugh, hey Cadence.”
>”Did you mean that? Am I better than Twilight?”
“Don’t get your hopes up, you’re still a shit.”

Moral to the story is, Cadence a shit.
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A very (spoiler)Nebulus(/spoiler) friend of mine mentioned a day or two ago that the thread has barely any green in it these days. I'm bored as fuck, so I wrote a one shot for the first time in like, two years, enjoy.

>Day 2670 divided by 10 in Equestria.
>Wake up.
>Shit, shower, shave.
>Go downstairs for breakfast.
>As you're pouring your bowl of cereal, you finally notice the sound.
>It's a horrible roaring sound, like there's a battalion of tanks outside your house.
>Sigh and put your cereal away.
>Move to the front door.
>Wait for the knock.
>It comes.
"Fluttershy, reenactig World War Two isn't my fetish."
>"T-That's not what this is, s-silly. Open the door. P-Please."
>Sigh again, more heavily.
"Fine, but if this is a trick..."
>You open the door.
>It's not a trick.
>Standing outside your home is a literal army of demon, all growling and roaring.
>One of them spots you and points.
>The war cry that follows is deafening.
>Look at Fluttershy in panic.
"WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
>"A-Are cold opens your fetish Anon?"
"WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH-"
(Opening to MLP:FiM plays)
>Cut back to you.
>You are standing on a literal mountain of demon corpses, wearing only a loincloth and the gore of your slain enemies.
>On your hands is a massive black sword, and you hear it screaming for more death in your mind.
>At your feet are the mane six, clinging to your legs and staring up at you with seductive eyes.
>Like a strange pastel horse version of a Conan cover.
>Yeah, the one you're thinking of right now.
>Look down at Fluttershy, who has shaved her mane in a tribal manner and has a necklace of demon teeth.
>She smiles sweetly.
>"Is slaughtering hundreds of demons and becoming the dark lord of Equestria your fetish Anon?"
>You frown at her, and, channelling every ounce of fury you can muster, let out a shout that can be heard from as far away as the Dragon Lands.
"FUCKING FLUTTERSHY!"
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>You roll out of your bed and land on both feel kike you normally did.
>same shiiiIII-
>You've steps on a roller skate and you struggle to keep your balance.
>As soon as you think you got the hang of it, you hit a small ledge and tumble down the stairs onto a set of stacked dominoes.
>You stand and try to get your bearings but you're snatched into the air by a bear trap and a picture of your wifu;s plump rump is inches from your face.
>l-lewd
>The blood that would be rushing to your brain right now has taken a detour.
> the domino rally pushes a ball down a chute that turns on a ceiling fan that launches a flaming paper airplane at the rope holding you up.
The rope burns and snaps releasing you
the back of your pants gets caught on something on the way down and tears away form you.
You land on a springy mattress back first with your soldier standing at attention.
>Another domino rally knocks over stick and opens the hatch in you ceiling you don't remember having.
>Fluttershy falls from the open hatch onto your dick vag first.
>HHHHNNNNNNNGGGGGGG not gonna spurt
>"Hey Anon, are Rube Goldberg machines your fetish?"
>They are now but you're not going to tell her that.
"Get off Fluttershy"
>"Very poor choice of words Anon."She raises and lowers her hips.
>You reach up to stop her but are met with the resistance of handcuffs!
>It seems she thought of everything.
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>>28898490
Another

>Wake up
>Wait, what day is it?
>Look at the calendar.
>Oh right.
>Day 957 in Equestria
>Nearly three years you've lived here.
>And for almost three years, every day, you have come to expec-
>A knock at your door.
>Sigh
>She didn't even wait for you to shower or shave this morning.
>Get up, toss on a bathrobe.
>Head downstairs, scratching at your stubble and grumbling about Fluttershy the whole time.
>Open the door.
"Look Flutters, I haven't even had time to wake up yet, you should at least-"
>Standing at your doorstep is not Fluttershy.
>It's a small dragon, slightly taller than Spike, and she - at least you assume it's a she - is smiling at you.
>"Hello there, my name is Dragon Lord Ember, and I am here to claim you as my consort."
>Silently mouth 'what the fuck' as you stare at the dragon, dumbfounded.
>She ignores your nonplussed expression, and continues.
>"You see, as the only example of your species in the world, and being as..."
>She licks her lips.
>"...sexy as you are, you would make a perfect consort for me."
>Your mind slowly reboots as she finishes, and you glare down at the tiny drake.
>She looks back with bedroom eyes.
"And what if I say no?"
>She smiles.
>"Oh daaaad~"
>What.
>The sound of massive wingbeats passes overhead, and an absolutely MASSIVE dragon lands in front of your house.
>He looks like every nightmare you've ever had.
>Glaring at you with burning eyes, he opens his mouth.
>"YOU WILL COME BACK TO THE DRAGON LANDS AND LOVE MY LITTLE GIRL NO MATTER WHAT!"
>A massive clawed hand reaches out and grabs you.
>You scream like a girl as the immense dragon takes off with you, the tiny one following close by.
>Fluttershy suddenly flies up next to you, smiling.
>"I-Is being kidnapped to become dragon royalty your fetish, Anon?"
"HOW DOES THIS HELP YOU GET ME FLUTTERSHY"
>"O-Oh... I hadn't thought of that."
>Scream in fury as you are carried off to spend the rest of your life as a plaything for a dragon.
>Fucking Fluttershy.
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>>28898623
And another.

>Day Canada in Equestria.
>Wake up.
>Smile at the tiny flag on your nightstand.
>Gotta stay patriotic, even in horse land.
>Get out of bed and head to the bathroom.
>Shit, shower, admire your lumberjack beard.
>Nod at the exquisite specimen of manliness that greets you.
>Put on your jeans and flannel shirt, before heading to breakfast.
>Look around your kitchen, which is furnished by horrific abominations made mostly out of duct tape.
>Quietly recite the handyman's prayer as you make yourself some KD.
>A knock comes at your door, and you sigh.
>Open it to find Fluttershy shivering in the... snow?
>It's been so long.
>Ignore custard timid as you step out into the cool air.
>Laugh with joy as you leap into the icy white powder.
>Your joy is cut short by a quiet voice.
>"I-Is a cold winter your fetish Anon?"
>You turn to look at her, suddenly serious.
"Make it colder, this is nothing like back home."
>Her smile and optimism: gone.
>She leaves, sniffling as you continue to play in the snow.
>Luckily, you've managed to hide your massive erection.
>And the fact that snow, not cold, is your fetish.
>Fucking Fluttershy.
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>>28898781
Those were all pretty good
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>>28899171
>>28899171
I'm an old hand at this. Just haven't written any pone stuff since Full Metal Nony.

Slightly longer one incoming. Perhaps sporadically since I've not the best signal.

>"Anonymous?"
"Yes captain?"
>"Look over there."
"I see it captain."
>"Please tell me what you're seeing, because I refuse to believe that what I'm seeing is real."
"It appears to be a battering ram, captain."
>"A very large battering ram..."
"... In the shape of my torso, yes."
>"And the ram itself-"
"Is my dick, yes."
>"Please explain, Anonymous."
"Well, captain, it seems Fluttershy has finally found me again, and she's going to knock the palace doors down to guess my fetish."
>"Isn't she a pegasus?"
"Yes captain."
>"She could just fly up here."
"She's not that smart captain."
>Captain Ironflank sighs, removing her helmet and running a hoof through her black mane.
>"Very well, recruit. I expect you to deal with your problem as befitting a royal guardsman."
>You smile at the captain.
"Of course ma'am, don't worry about it."
>Keep smiling as you walk over to a cauldron of burning oil.
>You are Anon.
>Newly appointed royal guardsman.

1/?
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>>28899396
>Several minutes later, you are stood above the castle gates, watching the massive ram burn itself to ashes like some weird phallic wicker man.
>Fluttershy is standing next to it, staring up at you.
>Her voice reaches you over the roar of the inferno.
>"A-Are failed seige attempts turning into effigies your fetish Anon?"
>Kick a few embers off the wall as you ignore her.
>One of them falls onto her tail, setting it ablaze as she runs screaming away from the royal palace.
>Sigh as you watch her go.
>You love your job.

>Several days later, you're patrolling the wall, chatting up captain Ironflank.
>Despite her short mane and tail giving her a tomboyish look, she's pretty cute.
>"So you're saying that on Earth, you use these... 'planes' to fly?"
"Yeah! We don't have wings like you pegasi, so we've harnessed technology to do it for us."
>She nods approvingly.
"I'm glad to have you serving under me Anon. Anyone from a species that can do what you've said yours can do is a positive in my book."
"Oh, I serve 'under' you, captain?"
>Chuckle at your lame joke.
>The captain blushes slightly, but it quickly disappears as her eyes snap to something inside the wall.
>"I think your problem is back, Anonymous."
>Groan as you turn to look.
>Yup.
>Fluttershy is busy pulling herself out of a hole, shovel lying on the ground next to her.
>Frown and stomp down to her.
>She smiles cutely at you.
>Your frown deepens.
"Why are you diggin a hole in the middle of Celestia's garden of rare flowers and plants, Fluttershy?"
>"O-Oh, this isn't a hole, it's a tunnel!"
"You tunnelled into the palace?"
>"Y-Yes."
"Despite the fact that doing so is a grevious breach in security?"
>Fluttershy's eyes close and she cocks her head slightly, smiling.
>"Is undermining the palace defenses and risking the princess' safety all for the sake of your love your fetish Anon?"

2/?
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>>28899410
>"So then I said 'Hoof you? I barely even know you!"
>You collapse with laughter as the captain finishes her story.
>You and she are having some drinks after your shift.
>And by thag you mean you all broke into the royal storeroom to nick a few of Celestia's vintages.
"I gotta say captain, I never thought you'd be the type to get caught up in a cult... you seem very straight-edge."
>Ironflank, her cheeks slightly rosy from all the wine, smiles at you.
>I've had my share of adventurous experiences Anonymous, and I think I still have a few more waiting for me."
>She waggles her eyebrows.
>You grin.
>As you prepare to take the captain on her next adventure however, an on-shift guard pokes his head into the storeroom.
>"Ma'am, I think you should come see this."
>He turns to you, and a feeling of dread washes over you.
>"You too Anonymous."
>Groan as you stand.
>What the fuck did she do this time.

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>>28899439
Bah fuck, there's a part missing.
This was supposed to be at the beginning of post 3

>You growl angrily and bodily throw Fluttershy down into the hole, calling for one of the royal gardeners to flush it out with water before sealing the breach.
>Look up at the wall.
>Captain Ironflank is gone.
>Fucking Yellow Quiet interrupting The Moves.
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>>28899439
>"Anonymous."
"I see it captain."
>"And?"
"And I kinda hoped after the tunnel that she had blown all her money on the ram."
>"She's rich you know. Her parents are loaded and she was a model once.
"Ah"
>You both continue to stare at the giant blimp lazily floating towards the palace.
>It's a massive human penis, with the words "Hot Monkey Dock" emblazoned on the side of the cockpit.
>Heh, 'cock'pit.
>Shake your head and continue to stare as a giant megaphone appears from the tip of the dick.
>Wince in pain.
>Fluttershy's voice suddenly echoes throughout Canterlot.
>"Is a declaration of love in front of the entire city of Canterlot your fetish Anon?"
>Shake your head in disbelief.
>Captain Ironflank also shakes her head.
>"Can you believe she managed to misspell dick?"
"I know right? Who would do something like that?"
>A shiver passes through you, like some great cosmic Jimmy has been rustled.

4/?
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>>28899467
>Turn back to the blimp.
"We have any ballistae in the castle captain?"
>"Way ahead of you recruit."
>As if on cue, the rest of the guards roll out a dozen ballistae with flaming arrowheads.
>"Alright men, let's put the 'hot' into the Monkey Dock."
>Cringe internally.
"That was terrible captain."
>"I know Anon, blame the wine."
>You both watch as a dozen flaming bolts are sent into the sky, tearing through the giant dick and setting the hydrogen gas inside aflame.
>Wince as the thing goes up like the Hindenburg.
"Shoulda used Helium, it's non flammable."
>The flaming wreck crashes into downtown Canterlot, and you can hear distant screams of pain as buildings go up in flame.
"Think the city will survive?"
>"Eh, probably. Think that pegasus is done for?"
"Not a chance."
>"..."
"..."
>"Wanna go make out?"
"Sure."
>And with that, you both turn your backs to the flaming city, content in your knowledge that the castle - and your dick - is safe.
>Captain Ironflank's hoof reaches up to graze your crotch, and you smile.
>Safe that is, from.
>Fucking Fluttershy.

5/5

I blame Neb for this, entirely. I love you Neb.
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bamp
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>>28900847
"YOU WHAT?"
>"b-be be bcause that's how we wash our company here in Equestria."
>You don't know if you should trust her, she's nervous and stammering.
>Then again, she's always nervous and stammering so let's just roll with it.
"I'd be insulted if you didn't!" you proclaim.
>"Well let me just um.." she trails of as she lowers her head into the water.
>You pull her back up and ask her "Don't you need something to scrub with?"
>"I have my tongue." she says with shifty eyes.
>Hmmmm.
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>>28900947
>>28900947
>As you continue to hesitate, she seems to gain more confidence.
>"My tongue is perfect for washing dicks, look!"
>She sticks her tongue out.
>Turns out ponies' tongues look and feel a lot like wirebrush.
>Spend the next ten minutes screaming as Fluttershy removes a layer of skin from your dick with her tongue.
>After she leaves, cry yourself to sleep in the tub.
>You'll never jerk off again.
>All thanks to.
>Fucking Fluttershy.

:3
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>>28901354
you RUINED it kouhai!
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"How long have we been here?"
>Fluttershy shrugs.
>"I'm really not sure. I thought something was supposed to happen when you die. Maybe heaven or hell? But this is um..."
>She looks around at the run-down, dingy office space you both find yourselves in.
>A barely functional fan whirs in the corner, blowing warm stale air around the room.
>You rap your fingers on your knees and clear your throat.
"So how long do you -think- we've been here?"
>Fluttershy furrows her brow.
>"Well I'm pretty sure that clock on the wall there has gone around a full twelve hours about four times since we got here."
>You glance at the clock.
>As you keep looking, you notice that the hands are moving far faster than they should.
"Oh. A broken clock. Cool."
>You puff out your cheeks, stuck for ideas.
"Now what?"
>Fluttershy shrugs.
>"I could maybe, um, blow you?"
"But that's what got us here in the first place."
>"Your bad driving got us here in the first place."
"You trying to suck the dick of a notoriously bad driver whilst said bad driver was driving badly near the edge of a cliff got us here in the first place."
>She rolls her eyes in annoyance.
>Then, mercifully, the door behind you both is barged open.
>"Sorry! Sorry! Been a hectic day!"
>A mare rushes in, carrying a stack of papers.
>She hastily sits herself behind her desk, adjusting the crooked, damaged glasses on her face as she pulls up her chair.
>Once she's settled, she sighs and gives you both a tired, but cheerful smile.
>"Hello! Sorry about the mess and the delay, things are always chaotic around here."
>She fumbles with a few pieces of paper, looking for something.
>After lifting up her coffee mug to see if it was under there, she eventually finds a dishevelled stack of documents.

1/?
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>>28901482
>Pulling it in front of her, she chews her bottom lip as she skim reads, absently using a hoof to push some of her auburn mane behind her ear, slightly dislodging her glasses again in the process.
>"Aaaaalright... So, Anonymous and Fluttershy!"
>She scrunches up her face.
>"Ooo, drove a wagon off a cliff whilst getting a blowjob. Is that your fetish or something?"
>Fluttershy gives you a hopeful look.
"No. Sorry, did you just describe how we died?"
>"Well uh, yeah?"
>She gives a little grin.
>"This -is- the Department for Mortal Vacuity."
"...The DMV?"
>"Yep!"
"Oh god. Fluttershy we're in hell."
>The mare across from you snorts.
>"As close to hell as you can get without actually being in hell."
>She glances at her papers again.
>"Though uh, with you guys its not that simple."
>As she muses to herself, she readjusts her glasses and taps a hoof on the table.
>"Look uh, listen."
>She shuffles forwards in her chair.
>"This is something that's pretty rare, it doesn't often come up. And by that I mean it literally never happens and we have no idea what to do."
>She smiles weakly.
>You and Fluttershy share a worried look.
>"What's -supposed- to happen is people like you die, then move on to the next life. If you're Hindu you get reincarnated though."
>She glances off to one side and narrows her eyes in thought.
>"Kinda makes you wonder why more people aren't Hindus. But whatever."
>The mare focuses on you.
>"So the deal is, you live, you die, you stop off here for like, ten minutes or so, then we send you packing off to your next stop."
"...The next stop being?"
>"Eh, depends on your religion and sexual orientation."
"I'm a straight Atheist."
>"Non-existence. You'll pretty much just cease to be."
"Radical."
>Fluttershy raises a hoof.
>"Um, I experimented with lesbianism in high school..."
>The mare clicks her tongue.
>"Oh then you'll--"

2/?
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>>28901489
>"And BDSM, water-sports, bestiality, paedophilia, hard drugs, clown sex, eco-sexuality, ego-sexuality, eggo-sexuality and eggs-on-sex-duality."
>...
>"Oh and floor tiles."
>The mare blinks.
>"Well you were going to hell, but if you're into floor tiles you'd go to heaven. Good choice."
>"Woo hoo!"
>The mare waves a hoof dismissively.
>"But anyway, none of that is gonna happen to you two."
"Why, what happened?"
>She shifts uncomfortably.
>"Well the department recently took on a few interns, and you guys were unlucky enough to get one of them. Normally things aren't so bad, but this time the fuck-up was so huge your paperwork is effectively null and void."
"What does that mean?"
>"You don't have a death-contract any more."
"What does -that- mean?"
>"The ordinary procedures that come with dying no longer apply to you."
"WHAT DOES THAT MEAN."
>She groans.
>"You're not gonna move on! There's no afterlife for you two! No afterlife, no afterdeath, no afteranything!"
>She looks at the clock.
>"You've already been here for six days! That's not supposed to happen!"
>Exasperated, she leans back in her chair.
>"The top brass reckons that without any rules to govern you, your souls are going to be cursed to an eternity of undeath."
>She sniffs and looks over your papers again.
>"Suppose it's a good thing you two were close in life, always spending so much time in each other's company, because now you have to spend the rest of eternity together."
"...I have to spend eternity with Fluttershy."
>The mare to your left seems elated.
>"Yeah, honestly, I don't know what you're gonna do."
"Well where do we go?"
>"Back to Equestria, I imagine. You'll probably just wake up at the bottom of that cliff you drove off and carry on as normal."
"But the difference being we can't die."
>"Yup."
"Couldn't that be considered a good thing?"
>"I guess, but lemmie throw you a curve-ball: Heat Death."

3/?
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>>28901495
"Heat Death?"
>"Heat Death. The eventual death of the universe. Every particle, atom, quark, whatever, breaks down into nothingness until all that remains is entropy."
"Okay, and?"
>"And you two will still be there. Floating around in nothing. For quadrillions of billions of trillions of years. Squared."
>You stare at the mare.
>"But hey! If we figure something out before then, we'll come and get you. But don't hold your breath, because half the department just went on annual leave and there's a looot of paperwork to catch up on."
>You slump in your chair.
>Fluttershy pats your leg in sympathy.
>Then keeps patting until it becomes awkward.
"So that's it then. We're just gonna... exist. Until the end of time."
>"I'm afraid so."
>The mare snorts suddenly.
>"Wow, I can't imagine how bad it must be to live forever, even after you've become bored with life."
>You stare at her as she babbles on obliviously.
>"Just... existing. Not even for any real reason, almost like you're alive just to spite the universe, to arrogantly proclaim that no matter how lifeless you become, you'll just keep existing because some cruel twist of fate decided that you should just -be- forevermore."
>She shakes her head.
>"Man, what a miserable existence. Can you imagine?"
>She gigglesnorts.
>Catches your eye.
>Then quickly loses her smile.
>"O-oh, but uh, don't lose hope! We'll figure something out, maybe. Might need to bring you in to sign some additional paperwork, but we'll let you know in advance."
>She sighs happily.
>"So! Any questions?"

>"Ughhhh..."
"Ffffuuuuuck..."
>You stand, pain wracking your body.
>It feels like every bone is broken, yet isn't.
>You stand, looking around at the shattered remains of your wagon.
>Stumble on the spot, twisting your upper-half to peer at the cliff you just came down from.

4/?
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>>28901504
>Fluttershy rises from under a pile of twisted, broken wood.
>"Ouch... A-anon?"
"Yeah, hi-- shhit--"
>You wince from the pain.
>The pair of you take a moment to catch your breath and get your bearings.
>Fluttershy opens her mouth to speak, clearly hurting a great deal.
>"So was..."
>She coughs.
>"...Was any of that your fetish?"

>Fucking Fluttershy.

Heh.

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>>28899475
greatly enjoyed it, thanks

>>28901354
kek

>>28901513
Double kek
I really like the idea of an invincible anon and flutters.
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>>28881447
"Celestica, if you want me to fuck you that bad you don't have to cuckold over your drugged-up likely unwilling sister."
>"But it's muh fetish..."
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This is a really active day for Flutterrape
also great story Neb
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>>28901739
Hey, if at least one person enjoyed it, it was worth writing.
>>28901810
That makes me sad, I remember when we were at two threads a day and many, many new stories ;-;
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>>28901835
Wish I'd been around back then
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>>28902455
is there a full image?
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>>28901835
>That makes me sad, I remember when we were at two threads a day and many, many new stories ;-;

I wrote for Flutterrape once, then got told to do it more. Then I got pulled into something else and posted a half-assed followup story that sucked.

Have the one thing I wrote that isn't shit
http://pastebin.com/BmEUjhRv

Hope this helps with the lack of stories, I may write some more if there's interest and I feel like it.
Mostly the latter, it's incredibly difficult to motivate for anything.
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>>28902962
That is the full image.
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>>28903269
yeah, I know. spent an hour googling. Fuck
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>>28903131
Not bad
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>>28903131
Motivation is something that's rather difficult to manage, and it comes from different sources depending on different people.

Somenwant an audience and feedback. Some want to stave off boredome, etc. you just gotta find what motivates you and make it work for you.
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>>28899475
I love it.
I always enjoy a story where other ponies help Anon instead of also raping him.
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In the new pokemon game one of the main character's pokemon is named Nebby, it's really fucking with my head.
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>>28905304
Nebby is actually quite a common name. Did you know it was Jesus Christ's middle name?
Because I didn't until I made it up just now.
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>>28905304
If you aren't naming Cosmog "Nebby" then you should off yourself.
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>>28906893
Fuck you, he's Yebben now.
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>She says as you're trying to push her right the fuck out of your house
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>>28909836
You know she loves that shit though
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flutterrape on front page kek
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I haven't put my dumb imagination to use in some time, and it's always fun thinking up something silly based on an image. Lets see what I can fi- AAAAAND Nudge.


With FemAnon not showing much interest for girls (or ponies in general, but try telling Fluttershy that), as well as noticing how she's got a pretty commanding sort of personality, Fluttershy decides to go see Twilight with an idea in mind. Pleading with Twilight to find a spell to swap Fluttershy's gender and turn her into a stallion, temporarily or not. It does eventually happen (through means I'd personally like to say was Twilight dismissing the idea, but Starlight Glimmer goes and does it for friendship reasons without knowing or questioning why Twilight wouldn't).
Now being referred to as Butterscotch (by nobody but himself), he sets his plan in motion. With how FemAnon acts and talks, especially around the stallions in town, he got the idea that maybe FemAnon is a bit of a Dom in the sack. Like... Giving the Stallions the business more than the other way around!

So Butterscotch decides to completely ignore the new possibilities of things to do as a stallion and immediately try submitting to being fucked in the butt. Unfortunately for him, FemAnon doesn't go for it. She personally never even considered such an act and has no idea where Flutterscotch got the idea that she'd be into it.
Butterscotch on the otherhand, confuses her reaction for thinking that she doesn't know what he means. Maybe 'pegging' isn't the correct term for humans. So OF COURSE the solution to this problem is... somewhat ambush Anon while she sleeps, strap on a strap-on to her and show her exactly what he meant by going through with the act anyway!

What follows is a strange morning full of Butterscotch somehow forcing FemAnon to be forceful in fucking and punishing her new bitch, even though Butterscotch kind of has all the control, despite what his acting submissiveness implies.
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>>28910509
Is that censored enough, ya jerks?! I got banned for an already censored image and now have to repost from my phone where it cant handle the transparency.

But lordy, last thing I'd wanna do is rustle your vaginas!
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>>28901513

that is a very interesting green, well written.
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>>28910509
>Safer than Milky
Thank goodness for that. I need this job. God help me if I saw that adorable pone showing off a little side boob.
At least with this image, my boss just notes how nice that woman is for helping out that little horse with his needs in a definitely not sexual way. We can all learn something from it.
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>>28910509
You had me until FemAnon (so not at all). Sorry senpai, rule 63 ain't my cup of tea.
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>>28911115
... Fair enough on the rule 63 thing, but you realise the whole idea of Anon and Anonymous or whatever you call him is to just be the placeholder name, right? I know around here he seems to have evolved to being hos own entity, but the general idea is that he's you, or me, or that guy, or whoever.
FemAnon is the same thing... Cause there is a reasonable possibility that there are people without penises on this board and possibly in the thread.
Hell, there's stories written BY FemAnon's...
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>>28911129
It's a rather dumb concept. Why not just have a second person story then? Anon is nothing more than a glorified self insert. Giving "him" a character defeats the purpose. But I guess it's evolved over time.

Then again I'm a bit cynical and hardheaded when it comes to that sort of thing. I despise the concept of "Anonfilly" for example .
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Vinny is completely versatile now!
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>>28912108
draw a dick on it!
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>>28901495
>eco-sexuality, ego-sexuality

What the Hell are THEY supposed to be about??!!
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>>28904383
Can't have Anon always losing in the stories.
Besides, guard mares are a recently developed fetish
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>>28911791
That's a great comic
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>>28903131
This guy here.

Slapped together something small, might do more of this. Inspired by the anonfilly threads as well as these. At this point I have no plans for taking it anywhere. Yet.

>Day fuck I don't remember in Equestria
>Finally get into witness protection program because SOMEONE keeps trying to drug, rape, and kidnap you
>Not even in that order either
>She won't be punished, she is an element of harmony. Can't punish her without endangering national security
>There is no justice, but at least they're trying to help you

>You didn't expect it to be like this though
>You aren't anon anymore
>You are a little green horse. A little green girl horse to be exact.
>And you are officially underage
>At least you're safe now
>Or so you hope
>Purplesmart adopted you, so you still live in the same town
>She assures you that the yellow one won't come after you without, quote, 'monkey dick'
>Whatever, her slave dragon cooks for you and you don't have to worry about bills
>Maybe life as a filly isn't bad

>You spend your first day just walking around in your room getting used to four legs
>Trip a few times, but get the hang of it after a while
>Spike seems to check up on you every few minutes
>"Tea? Cupcake? Scone?"
>Why not. Get free food. Tastes pretty good too
>He even helps you learn how to take stairs with your new quadruped body
>Apparently purple is busy with some kind of report
>Whatever, spend the day getting used to everything

>Night comes
>Want to stay up but you're tired
>Begin dozing off while snuggled up against purplesmart while she reads
>Eyes flutter closed
>Next thing you know, you're in bed
>In your own room
>Warm and comfy, but you hear breathing behind you
>Something tickles your ear
>That voice. You remember that voice. You hoped you wouldn't hear it again
>"Is getting turned into a filly your fetish anon?"
"N-No."
>You don't dare to turn around and look
>You lay there, uncomfortable and wide awake until sunrise
Fucking Fluttershy
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>>28914660
I'd like to see more of it
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>>28914923
As soon as I get inspiration so it isn't just doing cute filly stuff while Fluttershy watches
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>>28914958
No rush take your time
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Bamp
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>>28916590
...I need to stop by the Anonfilly thread sometime.
...Then maybe write a story.
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>>28916600
>Then maybe write a story
Well I wish someone would
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Bamp
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>>28914660

Me likes.
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>>28916825
Don't worry. Our lord and savior Neb will save us.
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>Ponies do not have genitals and cannot reproduce. However Alicorns can.
>When two ponies fall in love, a Pegasus delivers a baby to them like the stork.
>Celestia is the broodmare to her ponies and when the population gets large enough, she might create another Alicorn.
>Turns out, Alicorns summon humans to Equestria for this purpose. To mate with and continue making ponies. Their seed is magical to them and able to create another Alicorn when drank.
>Enter Anon, completely oblivious to all of this as he lives day by day.
>Little does he know, Celestia summoned him to be Twilight's concubine.

Will Anon escape his fate as a sex slave?
Will he break the cycle?
Will Twilight woo her husbando or will she..
>Rape?
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>>28914660
Just a little intermission before the next Fluttershy move

>Day 2 since becoming a horse
>It did not work. She is still coming after you
>You didn't get any sleep since she asked you if being a horse is your fetish
>As a result, you are tired the whole day
>Twalot doesn't seem to notice, she is busy with more princess stuff
>Something about glowing butts and the pink one. Whatever, you don't care
>Living with her and her slave has its perks
>Spike does the shopping and cooking so a certain pegasus can't slip things into your drinks
>Or your food for that matter
>You just have to make sure the windows are locked tight so she can't get in at nights
>Spend most of the day trying to map potential escape routes and entry points
>You have a pretty good idea of how the place is laid out now
>At least you can eat safely and relax with purplesmart during the evenings
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>>28918922

>Day 5 since becoming the little filly
>No sign of yellowquiet
>She is planning something, you're sure of it
>But what?
>You haven't gone outside yet, for fear of kidnapping
>That must be it
>As soon as you step outside you're going to be stolen away
>It's not paranoia if they really are out to get you
>Wander around when you hear that voice
>It's HER. She is inside
>Take cover, sneak your way closer to the source to see what is going on
>She talks with Twilight
>"No Fluttershy, you can't adopt her. The program specifically states that she is to be with me, not anypony else."
>The yellow one wimpers and tries to ask again
>Asks if she could foalsit you sometime and take you to see the animals
>Purplesmart holds firm
>"I'm sorry, but those are the rules. Anon will stay with me and you're not allowed to take her out on any trips. The princess was very clear about this."
>Fuck yes
>She is defending you
>You've heard enough
>You head to your room
>Grab a crayon set and some paper
>Draw a really shitty drawing of a purple horse
>Under this badly drawn purple horse, write 'best mom'
>Hooves are a pain, but you get it done by taking the crayon into your mouth
>You wish you were a unicorn around now
>Take crayon drawing
>Leave it in the dining room where you are sure the purple one will find it
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>>28918927
nice
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>>28914660
>>28918922
>>28918927
It feel so weird to have an AnonFilly story were Purple isn't a retard or a psycho. The rape general is a safer place than the filly one ...
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>>28919523
Just replace Purple with Yellow instead, fits pretty well I'd say.
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>>28916825
I've just stopped by the Anonfilly thread.
I ain't writing a story.
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>>28919764
Out of curiosity what changed your mind
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>>28919523
Something something Slasher Science
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>>28918927
You've crossed the streams!
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>>28920176
>Anon goes for a piss
>Fluttershy crosses her stream with his
>"A-Are crossing streams you fetish Anon?"
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>>28918927
Cool. Please post this in PTFG.
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>>28920208
Feel free to

I don't personally post in multiple threads, makes me feel like I'm tooting my own horn a bit too much
Do link it here so I can see the feedback though
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>>28920331
Thanks, Anon. It is done. (>>28920386)
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>>28918927
Can't wait to see what's next
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>>28921039
Have a teaser for it then
Full thing coming probably tomorrow or something

>Day 8 post filly-form
>You still haven't gone outside
>Purple is worried about you
>Says you can't live your whole life indoors
>You disagree, clearly it's working so far and you have remained unmolested
>She reveals that she has signed you up for school
>What
>You are a grown man, your little filly form is only until a better solution is found for the yellow demon
>But she insists
>Then she makes you feel dumb by trying to make you write
>Stupid hooves, can't write with them
>Says she has arranged for you to get private tutoring
>And that there is no way that she will take no for an answer
>Try anyway
>Bring up the fact that you're older than her and try to reason that you don't need to learn this stuff- Didn't work
>Biggest pleading filly eyes- Didn't work
>Call her a faggot- Didn't work
>Refusing to breath until she gives in- Didn't work
>Planting your hooves firmly on the ground and not moving- Didn't work
>There is no way around it. Tomorrow, you're going to go to school
>Alone
>Unprotected
>Spend the day trying to figure out a way to get around this
>After a long time thinking, you reach the conclusion that you would be safer at school, surrounded by ponies who would notice if a filly or colt was kidnapped than wandering the streets alone
>Stay in your room planning to just be grumpy all day
>Spike brought you some comic books though, so the grump doesn't last very long
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>>28921266
>"I'M NOT SO GRUMP"
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Bamp
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>>28920045
I just don't see enough potential for comedy. I like my funnies in a story and even though it's an amusing concept - Anon turning into a filly - I can't think of enough jokes to warrant writing a story about it. Seems like it's more lewd-oriented than funny-oriented. I can't write lewd worth a damn.
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>>28921266

this anon needs to be reconized
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Bamp
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Gonna bump with probably the favourite one-shot I've ever written.

>Day of Reckoning in Equestria.
>You are in a courtroom.
>Celestia is presiding over the case.
>Spitfire is your lawyer in a rape case against Fluttershy.
>Fluttershy has been avoiding admitting to anything, and Spitfire is getting mad.
>She knows you were raped. She spent weeks working on your case, preparing.
>And yet, despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary, Flutternutter is sticking to her claim of not guilty.
>After 10 minutes of direct questioning from Spitfire, and cleverly worded evasive answers from Fluttershy, your lawyer is getting annoyed.
>"Fluttershy, did you rape the human Anonymous?"
>Celestia frowns.
>"You don't have to answer that question!"
>"I'll answer the question. You want answers?"
>"I think I'm entitled."
>"You want answers?"
>"I want the TRUTH!"

1/2
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>>28923549
>"YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH. Lieutenant, we live in a world that has animals, and those animals have to be taken care of by mares, with love. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lieutenant Spitfire? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom! You weep for Anon and you curse the caregiver. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: That what I did, though tragic, probably saved lives. And my love, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don't want the truth, because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties. You WANT me to love Anon, you NEED me to love Anon.We use words like 'magic, kindness, and love. I use these words as the backbone of a life spent caring for little creatures . YOU use them as a PUNCHLINE! I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a mare who rises and sleeps under the very blanket of the care I provide, and then QUESTIONS the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said 'Thank you' and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you find a hot monkey dick, and get ready to suck. Either way, I don't give a DAMN what you think you're entitled to!
1/3 apparently Inforgot the length.
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>>28923558

>SF"Did you rape Anonymous the human?
>"I did the job that--"
>"DID YOU RAPE ANONYMOUS THE HUMAN?"
>"YOU'RE GODDAMN RIGHT I DID! I DID WHAT I HAD TO DO TO KNOW HE IS LOVED, AND I WOULD DO IT TO ANY HUMAN WHO CAME HERE WITH THIER GOOD LOOKS AND THIER HOT MONKEY DICKS!"
>"Fluttershy, under the laws of Equestria, you are charged with the rape of Anonymous the human, you are hereby stripped of your bearership of the element of kindess, and sentenced to life in the Molestian dungeon.
>Celestia's face turns a lot more perverted as Fluttershy is dragged away kicking and screaming.
>Spitfire comes over to you with a smile.
>S"You've finally won Anon! Now... About that payment I asked for.."
>You smile st the mention of payment, sketching a mock salute.
"Of course ma'am, dinner at eight, then we head to your place?"
>She nods.
>Damn right Nony.
>Smile even wider. Looks like now that Fluttershy is out of the way, you're gonne be...
>Fucking Spitfire.
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>>28923568
Apologies for any fuck ups, I'm pretty tired and being bounced around in a two and a half ton truck.
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>>28923577
That was pretty good
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>>28923568
>Fucking Spitfire.
yes. YES. YEEEES
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>>28921266
This is the first filly anon story I like.
Fuck you for that, I enjoyed my anger!
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>>28924627
>>28924627
Props to your patrician taste my friend.
And If you like the idea of that, I have a (half finished) Spitfire story on my old pastebin. Dropped it like, 4 years ago when I left the thread, but I might pick it back up and finish it now.

Full Metal Nony
Pastebin.com/u/The_Narrator
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bampi
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>>28921266

>Day 9 of pony
>Wake up, smell the delicious smell of freshly baked pancakes
>Rush downstairs, find the dragon slave cooking them.
>Have breakfast
>Purple talks about how you're sure you'll make lots of friends
>You remain sceptical
>She talks on and on about how great school is for learning and making friends
>You tell her you don't care about any of that
>Spike pipes up
>"At least you'll get free lunch!"
>You forgot about that
>You should not be eating anything that you don't know the preparation of, not with you-know-who after you
>How are you going to get out of this one?
"I don't want free lunch. Spike is too good at cooking to throw out these last pancakes"
>Dragon is busy, but still manages to correct you
>"Crepes!"
"Same thing"
>Purple buys it
>She bags up the remaining pancakes and puts them in a lunchbox
>You are safe. Ish. Maybe
>Spend as long as you can in there until the purple one tells you its time to go
>You've studied the map
>You remember six routes to school and back and eight alternate escape routes in case you get ambushed
>You can't get any more ready for this
>She walks out the front door with you
>Get ready to walk on to school
>Magic grips your tail and holds you in place
>Look at the magic horse in confusion
>Purple kisses your forehead and hugs you
>You never asked for this
>She bids you a good day in school and tells you to make lots of friends
>You don't feel like objecting, just walk on to school
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>>28926451

>Walking to school
>Shaded pathway in front of you, sudden stop
>That isn't the problem
>Ear twitches
>You hear a bird singing
>She has spies everywhere
>It's not paranoia if they really are out to get you
>Spot a bird on a branch directly above the path
>You know somehow that it's watching you, just pretending to be singing and happy
>It must be code to tell her where you are
>Think about other ways to reach school without using this path
>Bluefast is above you
>Shout to her instead, ask for a ride
>Blue pony is confused, questions your motives
>A squirrel hops out of a bush, it looks at you
>Jump on the colourful one's back and hold on tight
>Point out the squirrel, mention a phobia for small animals
>A look of doubt, like you were caught in a lie but they don't want to call you out
>Insist on getting a ride to school
>She doesn't like it, but takes you there anyway
>You are certain that you saw a pink tail in the bushes when you look down
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>>28926463
Not too happy with the rest of today, but it works well enough I suppose. Enjoy either way


>Arrive at school
>You are early
>Sit around, think about how you're going to explain being here
>You don't have a pony name, and you have no idea what your butt is supposed to mean
>While thinking, crusaders walk up to you
>Orange one steps close
>"Hey Anon!"
>Does everyone know what happened?
>Wasn't the entire point of this to make sure they wouldn't know?
>These ponies are terrible at hiding you
>Surprising exactly nobody, the scooter horse talks about your ride to school
>Whatever, call her a faggot and ask if she likes fillies with how much she talks about bluefast
>"Well duuuuh, my best friends are fillies!"
>You didn't mean it that way
>Some dark purple horse is ringing a bell, time for class
>Find seat, normal pony learning commences
>They're doing math, you get writing exercises
>What happened to tutoring?
>You're safer in a group than alone anyway
>Morning is uneventful
>You are the only one who brought lunch
>Some ponies look at you like you're a weirdo for it
>Whatever, you're safer this way
>Eat lunch, pancakes are as delicious as they were in the morning
>Go outside with the rest of the group
>Most ponies seem to ignore you, maybe they think it's weird you weren't born as pony
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>>28926479

>The yellow apple horse is complaining about how hot it is out
>Cool breeze, normal temperature
>The white one agrees and complains about it
>Scooter horse is leaning against you
>They're talking about eachother, compliments mainly
>Lots of compliments for you too
>Feel something brush under your tail
>Nope.
>Tell them you don't feel comfortable with that
>"Come on, it will be fun"
>Look around for help
>Most of the class is affected by this condition
>Teacher isn't here
>Look to bushes
>You would recognise those eyes anywhere
>If you run, she will get you
>Stare her into the eyes, the angriest stare you can muster
>You probably just look cute, but it's the thought that counts
>Behind you, the crusaders are doing lewd things to eachother
>You feel one of them under your tail trying to get you going
>Tongue feels good, you admit to yourself
>But you will never tell anyone that. You still think of yourself as Anon, the male human being
>This filly form is temporary after all
>See the teacher walk outside, shocked look on her face
>She noticed the yellow rapist in the bushes
>Teacher shouts down your stalker and begins damage control
>You are dragged to privacy by three fillies though, so you don't get to see the verbal smackdown you'd love to see
>What follows for your story is a debauched period of groping, licking and being on both sides of those
>Why not, you should be safe with the yellow one out of the picture
>You don't reach a climax, but it wasn't unpleasant either
>A window opens in the side of the school, just above you
>Yellowquiet leans out
>"Psst. Anon? Is sexual experimentation with your friends your fetish?"
"No Fluttershy. It isn't."
Fucking Fluttershy
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>>28926463
>>28918927

>It's not paranoia if they really are out to get you

Thanks for the deja vu.
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Bamp
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Written for my friend Vinny.
I think he's a fan of bowling, though I'm not sure.
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>You wake up with a start.
>Something is wrong.
>Sitting up abruptly, you cast off your duvet covers and leap out of bed.
>You ignore the rush of cold as your feet touch the floor and scurry across the room.
>Out of your bedroom door and into the hallway, you hurry towards your most private place, which happens to be hidden within a small shallow closet.
>Your trembling hands pull open the thin double-slat doors.
>The breath catches in the back of your throat.
>Within the closet is a small table laden with a velveteen fabric.
>On a slightly raised pedestal, a large framed picture of Walter from The Big Lebowski glowers at you.
>Before the picture is a red, satin cushion.
>With a sizeable, bowling-ball shaped crater in it.
>It's gone.
>You stumble to one side, supporting yourself on the doorframe, stunned.
>But who could have...?
>...
"Fluttershy."
>You quickly mutter a prayer to Walter (may his rage be ever vengeful) and storm to your front door.
>Still wearing your boxers and nothing else, you exit into the cool air of an early morning Ponyville.
>There's no time to perform the routine.
>Something grave is afoot.
>Or rather, someone is about to be a foot in the grave.
>Foot as in the unit of measurement, not the body part--
>You get the idea.
>Shaking your head to wake yourself up, your eyes focus on a small yellow creature sat in the middle of your garden path, a determined, but happy look on her face.
>Fluttershy hums to herself as she puts her lips to a piece of garden hose.
>Your eyes dart to the side, and you see the tattered remains of your hose-pipe.
>One of your eyes twitches a bit.
>Oblivious to you, Fluttershy places the other end of the pipe against something--
>Your prized bowling ball!
"HEY!"
>Fluttershy's eyes widen and she looks at you, her lips still wrapped around her end of the hose.

1/?
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>>28927498
>Locking her gaze onto yours, she doesn't blink as she sucks as hard as she can.
>You watch in dismay as the bowling ball gets sucked straight up through the pipe in a single fluid motion.
>Blinking several times, you try to process what it is you just saw.
>She just sucked a fucking bowling ball through a garden hose.
>The mare removes her lips from the now slobbery bit of pipe and beams at you.
>"Tadaaah! I-if I could do this to a bowling ball, just think of what I could do to your... um, you know..!"
>She seems very pleased with herself.
>"So i-is that your fetish?"
>You stare longingly at the oddly shaped hose.
>It looks like a...
>Well. Like a piece of hose-pipe with a bowling ball wedged right in the middle of it.
>Turning away from the sordid scene, you march back into the house.
>Then return with two things.
>First, the picture of your lord and saviour, Walter.
>Blessings be upon him.
>You set him down, carefully, on an old tree stump, facing him towards Fluttershy.
>Lean down and give him a little kiss.
>Then straighten up and reveal your other item:
>An old, beaten up bowling ball.
>Your first ever one.
>Point a hand at Fluttershy and motion for her to move a bit to the right.
>She does so, totally unaware of what you're about to do.
>"So um, can I please suck your, uh, thingy, now? Please?"
>Draw back your arm.
>"I won't suck too hard, I promise."
>Squint at her.
>"I can do if you want though, you know, if you're into that sort of thing--"
>And swing.
>The ball flies true, leaving your hand with a practised grace that only years of binge-watching the same movie over and over again can teach.
>You can almost hear angels singing from up high as the bowling ball spins in a straight line towards Fluttershy.
>It slams into her practically in slow motion.
>Your eyes widen, body frozen in awe as you watch her tiny pony body get swept up with the ball's momentum.

2/?
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>>28927504
>It carries her backwards like a freight train hitting a wayward toddler.
>The mare sort of rolls -with- the ball, a strange harmony of equine and acrylic.
>A multicoloured blur careens backwards down your garden path, screaming the entire time.
>You watch in silence as she's carried off into the distance.
>She just keeps going.
>You weren't even aware you could throw that hard.
>Doesn't friction exist in this world?
>As she becomes a speck on the horizon, you straighten up again from your rigid pose, cracking your joints and stretching.
>You cast a look at Walter for approval.
>He's smiling in approval now.
"Thanks Walter."
>"Fuck you, Donny."


Why do people even go bowling.
All you're doing is fondling balls and sticking your fingers in tight holes.

...Oh.
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Bamp
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>>28927516
What? How? What have you done?
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>>28927516
That was pretty funny
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>>28927498
I pee on you
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>>28929253
Water sports are not my fetish, Fluttershy.
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>>28908029
No, fuck you, he's Yemen now.
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>>28920131
What do you want?
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>>28888540
The same thing as "just the tip"
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>>28891993
I could definitely see flutterslut as the type of pony to drug animals and keep them sick just so she can "take care" of them by making sure they'll never leave her.

Totally requesting writefags to commission a creepypasta of this
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>>28927516
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>>28929890
It's not watersports. By the laws of nature, I own you now.
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>>28931150
>By the laws of nature

LAWS OF NATURE
AND WE'LL GET A JOG ON WHEN THE SUN RISES
WITH OUR SAFETY AT RISK
EXISTIIIIING
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Don't die, Flutterrape. You've still got some necrotic energies left in you.
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>>28927516
This was fantastic
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>>28931150
Laws of SOME nature.
Some other nature suggests you're just trying to attract someone, and it's probably not working.
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>>28926485
Here

Can't think of anything good to write, but will come back and post more stuff whenever I do get inspiration

It won't be good if I force myself to write anyway
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>>28933235
>Derpy used Splash!
>But nothing happened!
>Anon used Harden!
>Anon's "defense" rose!
>Derpy used Splash!
>But nothing happened!
>Anon used Harden!
>Anon's "defense" rose!
>Derpy used Splash!
>But nothing happened!
>Anon used Pound!
>Derpy used Splash!
>But nothing happened!
>Anon used String Shot!
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>>28932546
Laws of THIS nature state I now own Nebulus.
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Oh no!
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>>28934335
>Oh no! Space-Jason has captured Fluttershy and is keeping her captive in Space-camp Clearwater!
>Are you a bad enough dude to defeat Space-Jason and rescue Fluttershy and then maybe get laid because saving damsels in distress is maybe possibly could be a kink of yours?
>P-please?
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>>28934373
Dammit now I gotta go watch Jason X
to see that face smash again
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>>28934471
The sleeping-bag scene in that movie is so much more hilarious than the one in the previous movie.
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>>28933655
>Forgetting "Sleep powder"
Tssss
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>Day whatever in Equestria
>You tumble out of your bed, you shouldn't have stayed up long last night.
>To come to think of it, have you ever went to sleep at the right time?
>Whatever, every day you make sure you wake up at just the right time, or else Fluttershy will have your neck, or in her case, your dick.
>After you preform the sacred Triple S, you get breakfast and sit patiently until the menace arrives.
>Halfway through your dish, you hear a very sloppy knock on your door.
>She's tired too, eh?
>You stand your ground, just in case, and you carefully and slowly open the door to her.
>"Hey anon, Sorry i'm late today..."
>She's audibly extremely tired.
>"Is uh... U-um... Is..."
"Is... What?"
>"I um, I'm sorry! I forgot the entire g-guess! I am so sorry! This has n-never happened b-before! So u-unexpected! I mean w-what a-"
>You cut her off with your finger to her lips, Sushing her.
"It's fine, just get some sleep, I know we both need it."
>It's better to go and let her sleep for tonight.
>"Y-you... Uh, know... W-we could always... s-sleep t-together?"
>You expected this... But how is she going to rape you when she's basically as dangerous as her bunny?
>You take a moment to think about it...
"You know what? fine, but just for today."
>She squees.
>"S-so, L-lead the way to the c-couch?"
>You point at your couch across from the door.
>She walks sluggishly towards it, with you following.
>Both of you sit down, leaning towards the arms of the couch.
>Fluttershy tries to give you a seductive look in the corner of your eye, but she spectacularly fails due to her eyes giving up.
>"H-hey uh... Anon, wanna see something cool?"
"Oh... Uh, yeah, sure."

1/2
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>>28934954

>She pulls out a... A fucking bong from her wing, along with a pill bottle full of weed.
>"This baby passes the time around the cottage."
>The bong is fucking basically pure brown, with a tinge of blue.
>She grabs a lighter from nowhere and starts taking some weed out of the bottle.
>She is struggling against the lighter's mechanics, and she ends up handing it to you.
>You flick the light on, and light the weed.
>She smiles and takes a hit from the bong, and shortly hands it over to you.
>You decide... Fuck it, you're going to spend the day high.
>Taking a deep hit into the bong, you muster all of your strength into one breath.
>You set down the bong and exhale all the built up smoke.
>Fuck, you're tired.
>This bong really made you woozy... Is that... On purpose?
>You stare at Fluttershy... Who is smiling at you...
"What? W-why are y-you giving me that lo-"
>Blackness.
>You fucking knew it.
>Never trust chloroform-enriched weed, which always results in:
Fucking Fluttershy.

2/2

This is my first FR green, have fun with how bad it is, I'm tired myself so the pacing is most likely fucked.
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>>28934955
That was pretty nice, especially for a first try.
You are now doomed to never sleep again and provide content for this thread until the sweet release of death.
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>>28934335
I hope cartoon physics saves the yellow one.
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>>28934489
Hey you wanna beer, or do you wanna smoke some pot, or we could have premarital sex, we love premarital sex
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>After the death of the elements of harmony anons enter equestria.
>Some Plot happened
>After getting defeated by Sombra in a Sandwich context anons swears revenge
>Reassembles the elements of harmony in an harmonica
>Goes around blasting stuff with sick friendship tunes
>"Are stupid plots you fetish anon?"
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>Is this your fetish, Anon?
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>>28937424
No.

But it can be.
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>>28876204
bempa
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>>28936229
>sex anywhere near Jason
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>>28938319
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>>28939362
Do we not have at least a one shot of weeb rapey fluts?
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>>28939562
We probably do, but I'll try and think something up today.
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>>28933655
Fucker kek
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boop
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>>28941948
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Gramp.
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>>28901513
>an eternity with Flutterrapist
oh gawd
it's funny cause it's true

I agree with everyone that said this story was good, but it was way too short. It felt more like a prompt than a story because you introduced a great idea, but then did not expand on it.

I'm thankful for all the green we can get though, and it's always nice to see yours around, so I can't really complain. My favorite part was probably Fluttershy's list of her past interests. I liked how, as her list got stranger, it also became alliterative.
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>>28926485
Hope the wait wasn't too long

>Day 10 post horsificiation
>Purple picked you up while the other parents came for their kids
>None were amused at the 'incident'
>The yellow one is now held in jail for poisoning and endangering foals
>She will probably be out by the end of today, as usual
>Confront purple about this
>Demand you get to be male again, now fully aware of how you now have more holes that can be violated in the quest for your fetish
>She denies you, citing that she can't change a pony's private bits
>What
>She changed you from a guy into a filly
>Ask her how it's any different
>She continues by saying it wouldn't be responsible, the shock of the change could injure you or otherwise cause problems
>You are pretty sure she is probably making it all up
>Then suggests taking you to Rarity and getting you a dress, buying you some new toys, and making you really 'feel like a filly'
>Angry scrunch
>Demand your maleness back once more
>She smiles at you and tells you that you're going to have to learn to live with your new body
>Call her a stupid horse
>Run upstairs and construct a pillowfort to hide in while plotting to overthrow this tyrant
>Spike joins with some cardboard armour
>Your knight has brought you new comics
>Overthrowing the tyrant can wait, read comics until dinner
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>>28943883

>Day 11 in horse days
>Purplesmart insists on homeschooling you
>What happened to school just for making friends?
>You're older than she is, you don't need school for the sake of school
>It bores you to the point that you nearly fall asleep
>Hide comics in your school book when she isn't looking, read while she tries to teach you
>The comic was funny and you laughed during her lecture
>She notices and quizzes you on Equestrian history
>Make up some random things, unsurprisingly it doesn't work
>She is visibly frustrated
>Tells you to go on break while she gathers her senses
>Toothpaste mane suggests it's not good to stay inside all day
>She clearly is underestimating the problem
>Tell her she should go outside and play with her friends if she knows it that well
>She leaves it be
>Overhear later that the yellow one is indeed free already
>There is no justice
>She now has a restraining order out that disallows her from coming within 20 paces of you
>Laughable, but at least they're trying to keep you safe
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>>28943884
This is longer than intended now that I am posting it

>Day 13 after hooves
>Purple got the bright idea to take you to the market
>Call her stupid for trying to force you out into the dangerous world where you can be molested
>She insists, promises it will be entirely and 100% safe
>Staying inside gets boring, even with comics
>And she did promise
>Reluctantly agree to visit the ponyville market
>Walk about in the sun, nice and warm
>With a large amount of market stalls you do not recognise
>Not that that is a surprise, you stopped trying to go outside as a human a few weeks into the harassment
>Fruit and vegetable pastes, baked goods, all sorts of nuts, cheeses
>Almost all of them have platters to try them
>Spend the day walking along with purplesmart trying out all the foods
>It is delicious
>But you notice a yellow pegasus in the crowd, acompanied by a guard
>She sees you too, panic momentarily as she takes a few steps in your direction
>The guard pulls on her tail and gives her a stern look
>You can barely believe it, are they actually protecting you after all this time?
>Yet you stay vigilant. She will find a way to get you. She always will
>Spend a few more hours enjoying yourself on the market
>You don't see yellow anymore, so she must be plotting something
>Stay extra close to purplesmart until you reach home again
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>>28943891

>During the evening a colt walks in carrying a large box wrapped in colourful paper with a bow on it
>He seems lost
>Thats fine, this place does have a large public library in it
>What isn't fine is that he says a 'funny looking mare' asked him to deliver it to 'Anon'
>Ask what she looked like
>"A yellow pegasus with three butterflies for a cutie mark, a pink mane, thick glasses, a plastic nose and a fake moustache"
>Tell him to wait right there
>Run to find Twi, she will have to check if its safe
>Find her writing in a journal next to toothpaste mane
"Mom come quick! There's a box Fluttershy wanted delivered to me!"
>Did you really just call her that
>Pretend you didn't, you have more pressing matters to deal with
>She noticed. She seems to be really happy now.
>Whatever, pull her along to the colt
>She takes the box and tells you to go to your room, just to be safe
>Tells the colt to leave too
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>>28943897

>In your room
>Staring contest with a bird outside your window
>Try to mentally will the bird to leave
>It's a spy, it has to be
>It's going to tell her that whatever she got you has left you defenceless and completely at her mercy
>You're not going to let it
>You won't give her the satisfaction
>A flustered looking purple unicorn enters the room
>"Anon..I know you're older than me so I can't in good conscience hold them away from you, especially with how I know you will get...Needs."
>"But I used everything I had to analyse them and they should be safe."
>What is she talking about
>The box floats in, clearly having been opened and then closed again
>She sets it in front of you, then quickly steps out of the room
>Inside the box is a large collection of dildoes of all kinds and shapes
>You recognise the top one as being modeled after your dick
>A scrap of paper on top of it reads:
>"Are any of these your fetish Anon?"
>Make eye contact with the bird
>Shake your head and loudly say "NO"
>The bird flies off
>You are keeping these though
Fucking Fluttershy
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>>28912190
I am legendary!
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>>28898490
Am I the only one who thought of dark souls when you mentioned the black sword?
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bamp
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>>28945238
Parties where people do nothing but "talk" are not parties, do something you boring fucks.
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>>28943550
>you introduced a great idea, but then did not expand on it.
That seems to have been a running theme with me for the last 3 or 4 years.

I remember back in the early days I'd write a story with a creative idea, and people would ask me "When's the next part coming out?" and I'd be like "No, that's it. No sequels."

But I will admit, I rather like the idea, so I'll keep my mind on it and if I can think of an expansion, I'll do it.

Glad you liked the story, though.

>>28944317
He probably meant to. Dude loves Dark Souls.
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>>28944317
>>28945337
Actually it's just a generic fantasy demon sword, not referencing anything in particular. I was listening to Black Blade when I was writing it, so I had evil swords on the mind.

That said, I do love Dark Souls
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>>28944193
Perfect, I can die a happy man now
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>>28945337
> think of an expansion
You and me
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>>28940620
I can't be the only one who wants a mlp themed outlast.
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>>28945337
>>28945337
Oh, and furthermore.
Next Hobonon and/or Sandy when? :3c
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>>28876204
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>>28943905
This Anonfilly story is very nice.
Can't wait for "her" to test Flutter's gift.
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I'm not dead.

I made a group to track Fimfic FR stories

http://www.fimfiction.net/group/211640/flutterrape

I updated the Flutterrape OP to include it

http://pastebin.com/ED2h9S01

I'm dumping a bunch of green soon.

What have I missed? I'm sorry I've been gone so long.
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>>28948707
Don't think you've missed to much
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>>28948707
>things happening
>in flutterrape
How long have you been gone?
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>things happening in flutterrape
>not liking bi-light in bencil's thread
This is a thing now. Pencils has become the new Flutterrape.

All hail to the king.
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>>28949843
Nobody said they didn't like it
it's just that nothing much is happening here
other than Neb writing some oneshots and that
anonfilly story, and maybe one other story i forgot
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>>28949868
I'm just saying that not all Flutter-rapey things have to do with this thread. That way we can drag it down here and add it to our collage of dead writefags and stale memes.

Broaden your horizons young lads.
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Bamp
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pmub
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>>28945337
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>>28945780
>>28951921
Stop thinking of expansions.


I said stop.
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>Day /fit/ in equestria
>Youv'e turned that steaming mass of blubber into the Strong sculpted spartan that looks back at you in the mirror today.
>You try to keep all that in mind as you step into the back yard to do your lat pull ups.
>Seriously fuck these, how were you supposed to know you weren't working youe lats untill you stumled upon that anatomy book?.
>They're almost as bad as bent over rows.
>aaaand 10
>When you lower yourself you notice a yellow horse that you were pretty sure wasn't there when you started.
>You may be on crack though so who knows
"Oh, hey Fluttershy"
>"Hey Anon, I-I um b-ᵇʳᵒᵘᵍʰᵗʸᵒᵘᵃᵗᵒʷᵉᶫᵗʰᵃᵗᶦᶜᵒᵘᶫᵈᵐᵃʸᵇᵉᵈʳᶦᶰᵏᶠʳᵒᵐᶫᵃᵗᵉʳ"
>She opens her saddlebag with her wing and pulls out a towel.
>Aww, how sweet.
>You thank her with ear scratches. When you pull away, she responds by leaning into your hand for more.
"I gotta finish this set Flutter, then we can have more time for petting.
>You jump back on the bar and do some crossfit pull ups for no reason.
>By this time Buttershy circled around and watches you fix your grip from the front.
>Judging by her eye's she must be looking at your core.
>You imagine human woman would have a hard time looking away from your glistening ebony abs, but to horses they probably look really weird.
>7 burns
>ow ow ow fuck 8
>SHIIIIIIIIIIIT 9
>GGRRRRAAAHH COME ON YOU BITCH! 10!
>You drop from the bar and stumble, luckily flutters breaks your fall.
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>>28951921
... is this new? Are we lucky enough to have SIF lurk our humble general?
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>>28952092
I wish.
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>>28951936
I have an expansion for you, Nebulus

No, really
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>>28952848
A nice expansion, I hope.

Maybe an ending to the Index.
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>>28952092
No it's not new sorry to get your hopes up
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>Remember the Booty-que, darling?
>Because I do.

Fuck time flies
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Alright. I have some non FR related stories I threw up on pastebin:

Discord Spices Up Your Date: http://pastebin.com/kDdrmqLd

The Town Hall Debate - http://pastebin.com/ZF56PfnJ

Time Deepens Some Wounds - http://pastebin.com/D0aYit2p

and None of Your Cancern - http://pastebin.com/PwC5uuHG

I'm breaking down a ton of fetish guesses into posts. So, soon.
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Are you ready? Cause I am. Kinda. I've got more than 40 posts of green here, so let's get started.

all of these stories and more are found over at: http://www.fimfiction.net/story/307540/fluttershy-wants-in-your-pants
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>Cougars
>Sitting on your couch, you practice folding and folding your legs. Is it supposed to be right leg on top of the left knee? Or left leg on top of the right knee? Do you keep the leg out far, or close? Is suppose it matters on your gender. Or does it? Do guys keep it wide to protect the jewels? It probably doesn't matter if you have pants on. There can't be people SO perverted that they'll just stare at an area of perfectly clothed- Okay, yeah never mind.
>You decide that this amount of over-thinking of a basic social action is clearly not what you want to do with your day, so you rise to your feet and your best to not think about how you're breathing. Because you control that. Breathing that is. Breathe. Do it now.
>Stumbling to the door, you open it wide to find, well nothing. Duh. There's nobody at the door, you idiot. Why would someone be at the door?
>You close the door, feeling stupid for thinking that anyone would possibly be outside.
>Then, three gentle knocks. You swing the door open to find Fluttershy sitting on the other side.
>But, you take a step back, looking down at the mare. She's different today. Very different. She's wearing some light make up. And... are those covered up crows feet? Her hair is done up differently. Still long and styled, but clearly dyed and highlighted. She peers at you over half-lidded eyes, biting her bottom lip.
>"Hey there, young man," Fluttershy says. "Mind if I borrow a cup of sugar?~"
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>>28955350
>You pause, frozen in place, your gaze moving to her delicately manicured hooves, the pearl necklace. Fluttershy seems... older. And not just like a few years. She looks as if she were her mother, if that's how looks and genetics worked in Equestria. But they don't, and nobody knows, so stop trying to make sense of it.
>"How did you become old, Fluttershy?"
>"Oh, old isn't the word I'd use Anon. It has such a bad rap these days," she coos. "I prefer the word... refined. Or perhaps... Experienced."
>She giggles to herself as she crosses the threshold into your home and runs a hoof down your pant leg and traces it up towards your crotch.
>"So, tell me, Anon... Are cougars your fetish?" she asks softly, sensually.
>You feel your pants begin to betray you as you lift her into the air like a cat that took your fucking chair. God damn it, Jade. I fucking WRITE in that chair.
>"N-no!" you say with all the resolution of a kid deciding between two presents. "Now go home!"
>You toss Fluttershy out of your home and slam the door behind you. You pant to yourself.
>"This isn't okay. That was too close. I swear... if she got close to MILFS..."
>You shake your head, trying to pull yourself together.
>"Just relax, Anon. It'll be fine. She'll never get it. She'll have to try almost 1000 times in order to get it right."
>A chill runs up your spine, wondering to yourself if someone, or somepony is behind your door, even though there wasn't any knocks. As if... Fluttershy is on the prowl.
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>Cougar
>>You rise out of bed, ready to embrace another amazing day of-
>Aw fuck, who are you kidding? Today's probably gonna suck. Again. You'll just be doing your best to give people a laugh and help them have a good time,and it'll go horribly wrong in some way.
>Why do you have a habit of doing that, Anon? You always have the best intentions, and then BOOM! SHITSTORM HO!
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>>28955360
>Oh well, it's not your fault that you aren't funny or clever. Might as well roll back over and head back to sleep.
>On the other hand, you're already on your feet. Fuck. Now you HAVE to be awake. ... Then again, if that line of reasoning doesn't even make sense for the writer, so now he doesn't believe his own character's motivations. Uhh. Fuck.
>There are three gentle knocks on the door.
>Actually, that doesn't help either. That just SUPPORTS going back to bed. God damn it, think of something.
>There's bacon in the freezer.
>"Might as well get up," you mutter to yourself.
>Fucking yes. Good job, writer. You saved the story.
>~~~
>Flutterpriest sits back in his chair and sheds a single tear that one of the first compliments of the day had to come from himself.
>"Hooraaayyy..."
>~~
>You throw on a robe and, fuck it, pink bunny slippers. Yes, plot twist bitches, you have pink bunny slippers. They're comfy as fuck too. Thank Rarity for always being around to give you free clothes for some reason. Because she runs a profitable business. Or some shit. Just roll with it.
>"Okay," thinks the reader.
>You descend the steps one-by-one, rubbing the sand out of your eyes along the way. You approach the door, and throw it open.
>Suddenly, a 40 lb yellow and pink spotted cougar leaps on top of you and slashes off your pants.
>"RAWWWRRRR" growls the beast on top of you.
>You chuckle to yourself and shake your head.
>"Oh Fluttershy. Cougars aren't my fetish you silly goose!"
>The cougar bites open your throat. Then you suddenly realize something. Perhaps the cougar transformation spell went catastophically wrong when it was cast on Fluttershy. Or the potion was mixed wrong or something. Who fucking knows with this stupid world? Either way, Fluttershy's mind was clearly replaced with the mind of an actual cougar but the impulse to interact with Anon still remained.
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>>28955368
>Also, I lied, you don't have bacon. You die a sad, lonely Anon. Without bacon. Being eaten by a cougar. Dick first.
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>A New Leaf
>>One foot moves in front of the other as you walk through the well worn paths outside of town. The leaves are beginning to turn outside of Ponyville and a chill is in the year again. Soon there will be planning for the running of the leaves, the hot chocolate will be running off the shelves, and Rarity's hidden store of thick sweaters will be back on the shelves. You can't help but smile at your surroundings. Fall has always been your favorite time of year. Likely because there isn't as much pressure or obligation to get outside and 'be social', but the option is still available if your feeling lonely. And if you're honest with yourself?
>You kinda are.
>It's been years. At least two years -Or was it three? Four?- since you came to Equestria and other than the yellow pony that plagues you, there hasn't been a lot of love in your life. In fact? You'd be hard pressed to say you have many friends. It's not really a problem, to be honest. You're a reclusive, quiet person. It's easier this way.
>A leaf floats on the wind, and you reach out, snagging it. You examine it's crisp surface. You look at the veins and lines in the leaf, pondering to yourself it's fagility. It's ability to just be plucked, and then... that's it. Gone.
>You hold the leaf in your palm, enclose your fingers on it, listening to it crunch and crack under ther pressure. It's pieces flow into the wind, separated into ashes. You watch as the wind carries them off, then see her trotting in the distance towards you.
>Fluttershy.
>She has dark circles under her eyes and a saddle bag. The poor pony probably spent the whole night working on a new fetish guess under the hopeful attempt to win your heart. By going through your pants. It's would be cute if it weren't so damn creepy.
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>>28955374
>You turn and attempt to walk away from her, but you know it's just a matter of time before she trots up and says
>"Hi Anon!" Fluttershy calls, galloping up beside you.
>"Hey, Flutters," you say, hoping if you keep your sentences short and sweet, it'll be over quicker.
>"How are you?"
>"Fine."
>"Isn't the weather wonderful?" she asks happily. "I positively [i]love[/i] autumn. It's just so calm and peaceful..."
>"What do you want?" you ask in a growl.
>Why the hell doesn't she just get to the damn point already? You stare at the ground, hands in your pockets.
>"W-well, we've been seeing each other a long time now, right?" she says.
>"If by 'seeing' you mean 'using our eyes to acknowledge each other' then yes."
>"Well, don't you think that... well. That's some sort of sign?"
>"A sign you're a stalker, maybe," you say. "What are you getting at?"
>"Uhm..." she says, searching for what to say. She starts to say something, but it all comes out in muffled whispers and she stumbles over her own words. You groan to yourself and push forward.
>"Listen, if you don't have something to say, or some sort of fetish."
>"I-I do!"
>You stop, turning to her with a fire in your eyes. You feel your fists clench.
>"Then just get over with already!" you shout at her.
>Fluttershy stops and stares up at you. She smiles to herself. A sort of smile that almost doesn't even acknowledge that you're there. You hold your ground, despite not being able to read Fluttershy for once.
>She buries her face into her saddle bag and takes a moment to search around for her prop. You roll your eyes, tapping your foot.
>"Mhm!" she says, her mouth clearly gripped on something.
>She whips her head in one quick motion, and a shooting pain rings up your leg. You scream at the top of your lungs and find that your left leg can't hold you upright anymore. You fall to the ground in shock.
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>>28955381
>Your blood pumps. You feel your leg growing colder, you look down to your leg and find an axe buried inside, blood soaking the pant leg at a growing rate.
>"WHA! NO! WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK!"
>You hyperventilate, when you look back to your assailant, she's buried her head back into her bag. She pulls out a small metal pipe and holds it in a hoof.
>"We've been seeing each other a long time, Anon," she says flatly. "And I've attempted to give you every chance at doing this the nice way. But some animals just need a little tough love."
>"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" you scream at her, using your arms to push yourself away.
>You shake as you attempt to retreat, but your leg screams every time it moves.
>"Nothing at all, Anon," she says. "Nothing's wrong with being true to your feelings. And after all the pain and abuse you've put me through, you owe me this."
>She raises her hoof in the air.
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>Kidnapping - Horror 1
>>The first thing you encounter? The splitting headache. You try to move your arms to massage your temples, but you encounter a resistance. You take a deep breath, and open your eyes.
>You're surrounded by boxes and various furiatures in a large open space, while you're sitting in a simple wooden chair with a cushion. The ground beneath you seems to be a wooden floor, but it's cold, and the only light comes from a few lightbulbs in the ceiling. You look down to your leg, finding a cast around your injury. You try to take a deep breath, trying to compose yourself, but soon, you're hyperventilating. You struggle your arms again, hearing the rattle of chains. Now you feel the cuffs around your wrists, pinning your arms behind the chair.
>"Oh! You're awake!" says a gentle voice.
>You hold your breath. You stare forward, as the sound of hooves echo behind you.
>"How are you feeling, my love?" Fluttershy asks, trotting in front of you.
>You glare at her, biting your lip and remaining silent.
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>>28955394
>"Oh come now, Anon. This is going to get a lot easier for the both of us if you can at least play along."
>She turns away from you, coming back with a glass of water.
>"You need your fluids, you lost some blood on the way over here."
>She puts a pink straw with tons of crazy loops and holds it up to your mouth. You look down at the clear liquid, and turn your head away. Who knows what the fuck is in that? This isn't okay. None of this is alright. You try to move your legs, but find them tied to the chair.
>"Young man, if you don't drink your fluids, I'll have to get out the IV. Do you really want me to put needles in you?"
>You growl at the mare.
>"Fuck you."
>"In time, Anon," she says happily, bringing the straw closer to your lips.
>You let the straw into your mouth and carefully sip. It tastes like water. No salty tastes. No weird powders at the bottom. You take another gulp. Then another. Then, the whole glass. The dry, slimy taste in your mouth washes down, and you can't help but feel more refreshed.
>"There, isn't that nice?" Fluttershy asks gently. "Things are just going to be so much easier if you behave."
>"Kidnapping isn't my fetish, Fluttershy," you growl.
>She stares at you, and smiles.
>"Why, Anon. I think you're misreading the situation. We're past that step now. If I can't find a way to let you love me. I will teach you to love me."
>You glare at the horse as she turns to a pitcher of water, filling the glass once more.
>"Here, you'll need more," she says. "After you've let this sit, I have some food so we can try to up your blood sugar."
>You lean your head away and Fluttershy frowns. She takes deep breath and sets the glass by the pitcher.
>"Alright. I can see you're not willing to work with me right now. That's fine. I'll come back to check on you in a little while. Don't go anywhere, my love.~"
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>>28955399
>You grit your teeth as Fluttershy trots up a set of stairs, opens the door, and exits your prison. You struggle against your cuffs once more before giving up. You close your eyes and lean forward in your chair.
>"Fuck," you mutter to yourself. "Now what do I do?">
>"Now, we have to do this the hard way."
>It's brought down in-between your eyes, and the world fades to black.
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>Needles - Horror 2
>>Fuck man, this shit is killer on your neck. It's been hours down here in this basement. Your eyes continually scan the room for something, anything to help you with your current situation. Yet, each search only proves more and more futile.
>It feels as if the chair you're strapped to is bolted down, or at very least, it's weighted. The entire basement seems to contain boxes and furniture. No knives. No keys. No random bottles. No hair pins. No random squeaky toys for animals. Fluttershy must have combed this place for any sort of weapon or object that you could have used against her. If only you could see what was behind you...
>The feeling of helplessness plunges you even further into panic. There has to be a way to get out of here. There has to be a catch. But you have to figure it out. Preferably.
>The door to the basement opens, and Fluttershy steps through, smiling down at you.
>"Oh, sorry," she says teasingly.
>She knocks on the basement door three gentle times.
>"Were you expecting something like that before I walked in?"
>You grit your teeth, not dignifying her with a response.
>"Still not very talkative? That's fine. We'll have plenty of time to talk at dinner."
>"I'm not going to eat a single morsel of slop that you put in front of my face," you growl at her.
>"And starve? I won't force you. But I'm sure you'll eventually give into the hunger pains. I'll have plenty of yummy food that you'll like when you're finally ready to give in," she says with a skip in her step.
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>>28955404
>You hold your breath as she moves to the glass of water once more. She moves across the floor and brings the straw to your lips once more. You turn your head instinctively.
>"Oh, come now, Anon. Do you really want me to hook you up to an IV? "
>You smile, deciding to take a shot in the dark.
>"Needles aren't my fetish, Fluttershy."
>She pauses and stares at you carefully. Her tail flicks. Her ears wiggle as she ponders your statement.
>"That's nice to know, but that wasn't my question," she says flatly. "Will you drink? Or IV. It's your choice."
>Your stomach drops. Your eyes grow wide as she holds the glass to you once more. You have no idea what's in that. Sure, the first glass was fine, but then she filled it from the pitcher. The first glass could have been a decoy for the real stuff. But she glares at you. Her eyes dig deep in you, analyzing you, tearing apart your clothes piece by piece. You feel weak. You feel owned.
>You lean your head away.
>Fluttershy sighs and leans away, sipping from the water herself. Your eyes grow wide as she pulls an IV stand out of a box and a bag of clear fluid. She wheels the stand over to you and places the bag on a hook. She rips tubes out of sterile wrapping and preps the bag. Then, she pulls out a needled adapter.
>"I'll drink the water," you say urgently, failing to hide the fear in your tone. "We don't have to do this."
>"I'm afraid not, Anon. Not until you can trust me."
>She moves behind you, out of your eyesight. You feel hooves holding your left arm. They press and push around your skin.
>"Has any pony told you your veins are really tiny?" she says.
>"Fluttershy, don't-"
>Then, a prick. The needle digs it's way in your skin painlessly, but sends uncomfortable shivers though your arm. You feel the chill of the saline surge into your body, forcing you to grow goosebumps.
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>>28955350
> I've got more than 40 posts of green here, so let's get started.

Oh god.
It's happening again.

IT'S HAPPENING AGAAAAIN.
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>>28955408
>"There we go! Now don't fidget, or you'll start bleeding. Then we'll have to do all of this over again, and I'll have rub your nose in the mess you made."
>You hear a piece of tape rip, then stick over the pressure in your arm.
>"Understand? " she asks.
>"Fear isn't my fetish, Fluttershy."
>She walks around to face you, then stares you dead in the eye.
>"Do you understand?"
>"Being a hostage isn't my fetish."
>"I won't ask a third time," she says.
>You gulp. Her wings flare aggressively. She glares at you like an object. Devaluing you. Dominating you.
>"I won't break the IV," you say softly.
>"Good boy, " she says with a smile. "Now then, was that so hard?"
>You hold your tongue as to not further poke the beast.
>"Dinner will be ready soon. I'll send Harry to grab you when it's ready."
>She trots away and ascends the stairs before looking back down at you one last time.
>"Don't spoil your appetite!" she says in a low gentle voice. "I have a very, very special dessert planned."
>The door closes.
>You've got to get out of here.
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>Dinner - Horror 3
>>Half of the struggle of being a hostage is staying calm. You sit in the chair, feeling the tube in your arm. A part of you wonders if you can find some crazy way to get the needle from it. You'd only be able to use it once, but it could be just what you need to get out of here.
>You wiggle your wrist, trying to feel out the object that's inside your body. You try to twist your arm around the cuffs to feel further up your arm. As you carefully adjust your body, you can just feel the edge of the insertion site at the tips of your fingers. You close your eyes and bite your lip, trying to gently push the tube out of your skin.
>The upstairs door opens and a bear walks downstairs. You do your best to act natural as he walks up to you on all fours, eyeing you curiously. He sniffs at your pants and studies the IV.
>"Heya, Harry."
>He turns his head away from you, ignoring your voice.
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>>28955412
>"I guess we aren't on good terms then, either," you sigh. "I don't know what I expected."
>The bear walks behind you and out of sight, sniffing along your arm. You feel his hot breath on your hands. Then, the tube pulls out of your body. You gasp at the shock of pain and you feel a trail of warm liquid dribble down your arm.
>"Jesus Christ! Harry. Dude. Not cool."
>But, before you can try to continue to butter up the bear, you feel the chair you sit in rise of the ground, and move towards the stairs. Barry carries you up the stairs, through the living room, and into Fluttershy's kitchen. You smell... wait a second. What is that smell? Is that... steak? Yes, you smell the savory aroma of steak, onions, roasted garlic, potatoes as the bear sits you at the table and then walks of the room.
>Fluttershy hums to herself as she trots through the kitchen, stirring one pot, taking another pan out of the oven, plating vegetables. She has a apron tied around her front that says 'kiss the cook.' For some reason, you have a sinking feeling in your gut that it may not be a suggestion nor optional.
>"I hope you're hungry," she says. "I have plenty of yummy food that I know you'll just love!"
>You remain silent as she brings plate after plate of food to the table: mashed potatoes, steak wrapped in bacon, gravy, grilled asparagus, corn, salad, broccoli, cupcakes, sliced bread and butter. Your mouth betrays you as you have to swollow your saliva. She smiles at your appetite erection.
>"Looks like there sure is something that you'd like! Now then, what would you like to have first? How about some of the meat? Dipped in gravy?"
>Fluttershy sits beside you, taking a fork and knife, slicing a part of the steak into a bite size piece. She loads it onto a fork and dips it into the gravy.
>"It's not drugged, if that's what you're worried about," she says. "All of this is just for you. So eat to your heart's content."
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>>28955417
>She raises the fork in front of your mouth. You see the charring on the meat, the reddish-pink center. The gentle coating of brown gravy on the outside. You can't remember the last time you had meat. Some instinct awakens inside of you as you want nothing more than to put that delicious morsel in your mouth.
>You open your mouth. Yet, the fork does not move. Fluttershy giggles to herself.
>"Now, say you love me," she says.
>------------------
>Guesses Won't Save You Now - Horror 4
>>“Fuck that,” you say reflexively.
>The piece of meat in front of you wafts it’s delicate aroma towards you. You can almost taste it. The first piece of meat you’ve had in Equestria, now teasingly dangled in front of you.
>“Oh. Come on, Anon. It’s just words. All you have to say is that you love me, and all of this yummy, yummy food is yours.”
>Your grit your teeth and attempt to fight your restraints. There’s no way you can give this mare a single inch. If your experiences with her have been any indication, she’ll take a mile. And that’s not an allusion to your dick.
>“Forced feeding isn’t my fetish, Fluttershy,” you growl.
>Fluttershy snickers and shakes her head.
>“You still think this is about fetish guesses?” she says. “That’s so adorable. Have I ever told you you’re adorable, Anon?”
>You viciously buck against the chair you’re restrained to, trying to break away.
>“Starvation isn’t my fetish! Dehydration isn’t my fetish! Being a hostage isn’t my fetish. Being a victim isn’t my fetish! FUCK OFF! LET ME GO!”
>Your blood rushes through your veins. The room feels as if it spins around you. Your breathing becomes quick and shallow.
>“All nice guesses you can cross off your list, Anon. But I think you misunderstand me. This isn’t about trying to guess what fetish I’m trying to test on you. You’re mine now.”
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>>28955422
>You sit still, staring at the yellow pony in front of you. She smiles down at you. A confidence wells within her that you haven’t seen before. There’s a tenderness and strength in every interaction she has with you, like she knows she could kill you with a single movement. Yet, she doesn’t. She offers you a piece of steak, still steaming with heat, covered in a succulent brown gravy.
>“No,” you say. “This isn’t how this is supposed to go. You wouldn’t do this.”
>Fluttershy smiles and shakes her head.
>“Anon, I’m Ponyville’s resident animal expert. It’s my job to care for all of this town’s animals that are in need of my help, as well as to discipline those who are out of their owners hands.”
>You glare at her as she pauses. A drip of gravy drips down onto your pants. Fluttershy puts the piece of meat down onto a plate.
>“I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that you aren’t a pony. Which means you fall under my jurisdiction of animal discipline. On top of that, you have no owner here in Ponyville. Which then means, you’re just a lost little animal, without a home to go back to.”
>“What the fuck do you call my house?” you spit at her. “I make payments. I have a fucking job. I can talk like a real person.”
>“It doesn’t matter if you own your own home or if it’s a box in an alley. You’re a lost animal in need of my help. So, the only way we can make progress is if you learn to love me.”
>She smiles devilishly as she picks up the fork once more.
>“You need me, Anon. You need me to be nice to you. Do you love me, Anon?”
>This means…
>This means, she’s never going to let you go. She’s not going to stop until she breaks you into tiny pieces. You could just give up now. You could just give in and let her have what she wants. But there’s got to be a way out of this. It might not be peaceful, but there’s going to have to be a way to sort this shit out. And if that’s the case, there’s no way you’re going to give into her demands. Fluttershy’s gone too far this time.
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>>28955429
>“The only thing I love about you is that you’re going to die some day,” you say. “And I might get to see it.”
>Fluttershy sighs in disappointment and puts the fork down.
>“Well then, if you’re going to want to do this the hard way, then so be it. Harry!”
>The bear returns, sitting down beside you.
>“Please return Anon to the basement, and be sure he gets a good view of the corner.”
>You glare at the pegasus, your gaze refusing to break contact with her. Even as the bear picks your chair back up and moves you downstairs, it isn’t until she’s out of sight that you feel yourself slump forward in resignation.
>This is going to be hard. Much harder than you would have anticipated. Fluttershy isn’t going to just give up. A part of you still believes that if you can just guess the fetish she’s trying to put you in a scenario for, all of this will end. Fluttershy couldn’t just kidnap someone and make them her slave. Slavery isn’t legal. Even Fluttershy should know that.
>Except, now this allows you have a good view of the room that your back was to before. You glance around, trying to find any sort of item that could help you in your cause for escape. However, to your chagrin, it’s only more of the same boxes and furniture.
>The first step is going to have to be finding a way out of this chair.
>Harry places you in a vacated corner of the basement, Your knees collide with the walls as he sets you down. The only view you can see is the corner. You try to turn your head, but you only get a view of the walls on either side of you. This method of ‘time out’ leaves you feeling as if you’re stuck in a small closet.
>Then an idea pops in your head.
>“CLAUSTOPHOBIA ISN’T MY FETISH!” you scream out.
>Then, silence.
>Harry the Bear’s nails clatter against the stone floor of Fluttershy’s basement. You can hear the stairs creak under his weight as he ascends. Then, the light turns out. And the door closes, leaving you in darkness.
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>>28955435
>“BEING IN THE DARK ISN’T MY FETISH!” you should upstairs.
>You pause, letting the silence hold you like an old, forgotten friend. You feel the helplessness rising inside. You feel yourself shake.
>You close your eyes, trying not to tear up.
>You can get out of this. You have to.
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>Another Chance - Horror 5
>>Hours pass in the darkness. Your stomach growls. You feel a tear drip down the side of your face. But you refuse to make a sound. You may be a hostage, but you haven’t given up yet. You continue to fight against the cuffs that you are bound in. The metal cuts around your wrists, and you can feel the stinging burn of the opened skin.
>Three quiet knocks at the door grab your attention. A chill runs up your spine. You sit up straight and at attention. The door to the basement creaks open. A soft pitter-patter of hooves can be heard descending the stairs, but the light isn’t turned on. Only a weak trail of light comes from the opened door to the basement. It should be almost night by now, but still some sort of artificial light illuminates the walls in front of you.
>“It’s almost time for bed, Anon,” echoes the gentle voice of the pegasus through the room.
>You remain silent as you hear Fluttershy walk towards you.
>“Would you like to come upstairs and sleep in bed with me? Or would you like to stay down here in the dark?”
>“Fuck off,” you growl.
>“Oh, well that’s not very nice,” you hear Fluttershy say. “We can’t have that.”
>You hear the hooves grow louder as she moves behind you, and then stops. You feel the warmth of her breath on the back of your neck. You hear the striking of a match. Light casts a shadow of your form against the walls. You bite your lip.
>“When you don’t want something, you will say ‘No. Thank you.’”
>She pauses, letting the light of the lit match flicker against the walls.
>“Say it,” she says.
>“Fuck. Off,” you growl. “I’m not sleeping with you.”
>Then, silence. A sigh from behind you.
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>>28955439
>Suddenly, a blazing hot sensation sears through your skin on the back of your neck. You scream out loud, but the pain fails to yield. You feel as if your skin were melting off your body. Your muscles tighten. You try to pull away, but Fluttershy pushes the match deeper into your skin.
>“No, Thank you,” Fluttershy says. “Say it.”
>The light fades and the pain subsides. You’re plunged in the darkness, panting and aching. You hear the striking of another match. Sweat drips down your forehead in sheets. You try to catch your breath as you watch the way the light dances against the walls.
>“All you have to do is be polite, Anon. Is that too much to ask?” she asks.
>You clench your hands into fists. Is politeness too much to ask?
>Wait. What the fuck are you thinking?! She fucking kidnapped you. This bitch doesn’t deserve any amount of cordial behavior. But the pain. Do you really want to be burned again?
>You growl as you feel the heat close to the back of your neck once more.
>“Fuckin. FINE! No, Thank you.”
>A tension hangs in the air as you watch the way the fire casts it’s light against the walls.
>“Say it again,” she says. “And mean it this time.”
>You shake your head in disbelief. Is this bitch even serious right now? God damn it. You’ve got to find a way to get out of here.
>“No, thank you,” you say firmly. “I do not want to sleep with you tonight.”
>You hear Fluttershy giggle behind you.
>“There, was that so hard?” she asks. “You’re learning. Now then, it’s time for your reward for a lesson well learned.”
>Fluttershy tosses the book of matches into the corner, your eyes move down and rest upon it before the light goes out. You feel a hoof press upon your shoulder and trace the length of your arm.
>“I’m so proud of you, Anon,” she says quietly in the dark.
>You feel the warmth of her breath against your ear. Her hoof traces back up your shoulder and down the side of your body.
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>>28955450
>“You’ve done so well today. I know how hard this must be for you,” she whispers in your ear.
>You feel her hoof move down to the line of your pants.
>“But I swear, I’ll make it all worth all the while for you.”
>Her lips move around your ear lobe, and you feel her teeth gently nibble. Her hoof moves down to the crotch of your pants as she feels your private areas. You shake, feeling totally helpless. You try to move your hands, but feel the cuts dig deeper.
>Then, an idea strikes you.
>Using all of the might you have left, you try to whip your head towards Fluttershy. The side of your skull directly connects with Fluttershy’s forehead. She quietly yelps. Her teeth bite down on your ear and she falls backward.
>Fluttershy growls as she brings herself back up on four hooves.
>“You’ll wish you hadn’t done that, Anon.”
>You hear her hoofsteps move toward you.
>Suddenly, you feel a strong impact to the side of your head. Then you plunge into darkness, darker than the room around you. You feel yourself grow weightless.
>Then. Gone.
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>Lashing Back - Horror 6
>>When you regain your consciousness, you find yourself still in the dark. You blink, trying to grasp for any sort of bearing of your surroundings, but fail to find anything.
>Fucking Fluttershy. You’ve gotta get out of here. You’ve got to do something. You struggle against the handcuffs that hold you. There’s gotta be a way to get out of these cuffs. You try to make the circumference of your wrist smaller by pressing your pinkie and thumb together.
>Then, you pull your hand against the handcuffs. You feel your skin drag and peel against the metal but, to your surprise, they slip through. You pull your arms around to the front of your body and flex your fingers, barely seeing your own hands in the darkness.
>You’re free. And it was… almost easy.
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>>28955462
>Whatever. There’s no time to waste. Your hands move down to the ropes around your legs and quickly undo the knots holding you. You reach forward in the darkness, searching the floor. Then, you find it, the book of matches.
>You rise to your feet, stretching your tired muscles and feeling the burn on the back of your neck.
>Fucking Fluttershy. You’re going to get back at her. She’s going to regret the day she did this to you. You open the matchbook, your fingers fumbling over the sides until you finally find the rough strike strip. Taking a match out, you strike a match and light up the room. Your eyes move to the covered furniture and holiday decorations.
>A devilish idea over takes you. You know what? If you really want to get back at Fluttershy, you know exactly what you could do. You move to one of the blankets that covers a piece of furniture and let the match rest on it.
>You watch the flame dance and slowly move to the blanket, growing and growing. You strike another match, and set a holiday tree on fire. Then another blanket. Then a couch that’s in storage. The fire crackles and burns as it begins to spread through the basement. You climb the stairs of the basement and shove the matches in your pocket. Then, you turn, watching the basement begin to burn all of Fluttershy’s belongings with pride. This is it. She’s done. The fire’s too far along to stop now. You place your hand on the basement door.
>Except, the knob doesn’t turn.
>You stop, your blood running cold. You turn the knob again, but it remains resolute. Shit. You look down at the knob and notice there’s a keyhole in the knob. You hear the fire crackle and roar behind you. It’s heat slowly transform the room into an oven. You search your pockets desperately and, to your surprise, find a key in your pockets. In fact, other than the matches, all you had in the pockets was the key. As if you were meant to find it.
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>>28955467
>You shove the key into the doorknob and turn it urgently, it unlocks with a click as you bust through.
>And you realize, this isn’t Fluttershy’s house.
>You look to the couch. You look to the rug on the floor. The kitchen. The front door.
>This is your house. You turn to the fire behind you, now spreading even farther and farther over belongings you recognize from Fluttershy’s basement.
>You turn to a window from your living room, and Fluttershy watches in, grinning in the moonlight.
>She tricked you into setting your own home on fire.
>That’s it. There’s no more mercy. You scramble to the kitchen and whip open a drawer. All of the knives and utensils are missing. You scramble to your coat closet. All of your weapons are gone. You run upstairs to your bedroom and rip out each and every drawer of your furniture, and find them completely empty. Your own closet, empty. Your bathroom drawers, empty.
>You hear three loud, echoing knocks at your door.
>The fire spreads, and you feel the home grow hotter and hotter.
>You scramble down the stairs, your entire body consumed with panic.
>You can either die here in this home, try to get away, or die in the hands of this new Fluttershy. This Fluttershy that tricked you into setting your home on fire. The Fluttershy that has no fear at burning you, branding you. She’s going to own you. She’s going to attempt to break you down into a shadow of your former self.
>You have to get out of here. You don’t want to die. What did you do to deserve this?
>Once you hit the bottom of the stairs, you rush through the kitchen to your back door, you turn the knob, and it’s locked tight. You back up, and in a pure rage, charge the door with all of your might.
>It breaks off of the hinges, and as you leap out into the cold night air, a looming beast stands tall, silhouetting you. Harry the bear bears his claws and growls down at you.
>You fall to your knees.
>“Harry. Just kill me. Just do it. Please.”
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>>28955476
>A snicker rings through the air as you look to the ground, two yellow hooves approach you and stand in front of you.
>“It looks like somepony’s learning their Please and Thank You’s. It looks like there may still be some hope for you yet, Anon.”
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>Run - Horror 7
>>Smoke rises over the edge of Ponyville, but when the firefighters arrive to put out the flames, not a single soul is found.
>The moonlight guides the path in the dark of the night. You follow behind Fluttershy, Harry the bear following behind you. You feel weightless as you robotically place one foot in front of another. Fluttershy hums a happy tune to herself, breaking the gentle song of crickets.
>“Don’t worry, Anon!” Fluttershy says cheerfully. “I’ll be more than happy to let you stay with me for as long as you need. Things will get better! You’ll see.”
>You remain silent, not out of a refusal to give her any more affirmation of breaking you, but rather because you can’t bring yourself to say anything.
>You have nowhere else to go. No home. No real friends.
>“You… you won’t get away with this, Fluttershy,” you whisper.
>Fluttershy stops, and you stop behind her.
>“Oh? I won’t get away with this?” she says quietly.
>Sirens blare in the distance, the smoke billowing up in the air behind you.
>“Anon, I hate to break it to you, but I already have,” she says, turning to look at you. “You set your own home on fire. I’m just doing my job. Who’s going to believe that the…”
>She clears her throat, throwing a lock of hair over one of her eyes, before digging a hoof in the ground.
>“Meek, quiet little element of harmony that loves animals, would ever hurt a fly?”
>She snickers to herself before looking up to you determinedly.
>“You’re mine, Anon. The sooner you accept that, the happier we can be together.”
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>more than 40 posts of green
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>>28955483
>Your fists clench. And then, automatically, you strike the mare in front of you. She falls to the ground, her eyes wide in shock. You push against the ground and dart away from the path. You sprint with all of your might, the scenery rushing past you as you flee from your captor.
>“Get him, Harry! Don’t let him get away!” you hear Fluttershy yell.
>You spot a patch of trees where you set your course to try and lose them. Soon, just as you are about to reach the line of the forest, you hear the scramble of legs behind you and the roar of a bear. You try to put everything you have into your charge as you duck and weave between trees. Each step sends the cracking of twigs and rustling of leaves echoing through the forest. You listen as Harry’s own steps alert you to the distance of your pursuer.
>You pant for breath. You can’t keep this up for forever. You’re gonna have to find a place you can hide. Somewhere that you can shake off Harry and get away. You had to build yourself back up from nothing once. You can do it again. But you can’t allow yourself to be caught.
>Up ahead, you spot an oversized tree. You faintly taste copper in your mouth… or is that blood? You aren’t even remotely in the sort of shape you’d like to be for this sort of action. You need to stop and catch your breath. Once you pass the tree, you leap to the left and stop. Leaning against the trunk of the tree, you take a few slow, deep breaths in an attempt to catch your breath. You hear the bear closing in and coming near.
>You hold your breath, pushing yourself closer and closer to the bark of the tree, you hear the bear rush past you, still running deeper into the forest. You slowly exhale, trying to stay as quiet as possible. The rustle of leaves moves deeper and deeper until, it stops. Your eyes move to the ground, and find a small walking path that’s free of branches and leaves. You move onto it and push forward, trying to stay as quiet as possible.
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>>28955489
>Once you find the treeline once more, you scan the landscape to find any source of Fluttershy. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears as you listen for any sort of sign of the winged menace.
>It’s now or never, Anon. Run.
>You run out into the open, your feet crunching around the grass. A light mist forms from your exhaled breath from the chill in the air. You sprint along the path towards Ponyville. You have to get out of this town. Whatever puts the most distance between you and Fluttershy, the better. The best way to do that would be to catch a train. The elements of harmony probably have connections in towns all across Equestria, but if you can get to somewhere like the Yaks or Saddle Arabia or the Griffon Kingdom, maybe you can escape her grasp.
>You look behind you, and find the path behind you desolate. You look to the skyline and only see the billowing of smoke from your burning home. Then when you look up to the moon-
>The shadowy outline of a pegasus with long pink hair.
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>The Chapter Where Fluttershy Rapes Anon - Horror 8
>>Your blood runs cold as you see the pegasus in the air, staring down at you with her cyan eyes. You put everything you can into your sprint. The flapping of wings rings through the air as you push harder and harder. She’s on your tail now. If she catches you, that’s it. Game over, man. Game over.
>“Come BACK here, Anon!” she yells at you. “You’re just making this harder on yourself.”
>You pant for air, seeing the edge of town on the horizon. If you manage to get into town, you might be able to tuck and weave through the houses and buildings to lose her.
>But, you feel a hoof on your shoulder.
>Then a tug.
>You lose your footing and fall to the ground. Your head collides with a rock and you see stars other than the ones in the night sky above you. The world goes still. You lay on the ground, feeling a dampness on the ground that mats your hair with warm, thick liquid.
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>>28955494
>You pant for air, and hear another voice pant as well as a yellow figure moves around your prone body.
>“I’ve had enough of your lack of cooperation, Anon,” she says firmly.
>You move your arms to try and get up. She whips her head at you, and you freeze in place.
>Your body refuses to move. You will yourself to move, but something in your brain is rooted to the spot. Her eyes stare deep into your soul and dress you down. You feel yourself tremble under your gaze.
>“I’m sure you haven’t forgotten my stare, Anon,” she says. “Did you really think you had any sort of choice? Did you think you could really get away from me? I’ve only been NICE to you. I’ve only been PATIENT with you. I’ve let you run around, hit on other mares, cheat on me, abuse me, hate me, reject me, and say hurtful things about me. Because I love you. I love you so much that I’d let you do anything. Harm me, curse me. Heh, I’m sure I don’t need to tell you all of the things I’ve done. I’ve brought you back to life. I’ve dismembered myself for you. You owe me. You owe me everything and still I was patient. No more. I’ve had enough, Anon.”
>She moves herself over you and stares down at your motionless corpse.
>“Lie down,” she commands. And you do.
>Your body moves on its own, lying down on the cold ground. You feel yourself continue to bleed from your head.
>“Please, stop,” you murmur. “Please.”
>“Shut up,” she says. And your mouth closes on it’s own. You whimper, but it only comes out as muffled whines. “Unbutton your pants.”
>Your hands move down automatically and undo the button on your pants.
>“Good boy,” she says quietly.
She faintly smiles as she cranes her mouth to your neck. She gently kisses the inside of your neck. You try to turn your head away, but instead all you can see is the stars in the sky and the moon shining down on you, the smoke from your home rising in the distance.
“Pull down your pants and underwear,” she commands in-between kisses.
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>>28955498
>You feel her tongue slither against your skin as you hands move down and remove your clothes. Cold air breathes against your flacid cock. Tears form in your eyes as she moves down, kissing down your shirt towards her prize.
>“Watch me,” she says, and your body leans up as you watch Fluttershy position her mouth next to your pelvis. She kisses your exposed skin with a giggle. “I don’t want you to miss a single moment of this.”
>She takes your flaccid dick into her mouth and begins to suckle on it gently. Blood begins to rush to your cock out of natural reflex. You feel dirty. You feel used. You try to look away, but you can’t.
>You’re useless as she begins to slide her tongue up and down your shaft. You’re helpless as she savors the taste of your manhood. You want to get away as you listen to the sound of her suckling and slurping. You can’t cry for help as she bobs her head up and down on the length of your cock.
>She lifts her head up, stroking you with a hoof as she giggles gently.
>“See, is this so bad?” she asks.
>What’s the point anymore? What’s the point in being alive? You’re pathetic. You’re weak. You’re useless. You can’t even fend off a tiny pony from using you like her own personal sex toy. You can’t even control your own body. You’re her puppet. She owns you.
>Tears stream from your eyes as she rises to her hooves.
>“Now then, I hope you can enjoy this next part. It’s all about you, Nonny.”
>The words feel as they pierce your insides as she positions herself over you. You feel a drip of something warm and slippery, then see her mare juices dribble down onto your dick. You close your eyes.
>“You. Will. Watch,” she says.
>You open your eyes, another tear falling down your face. She shoves herself down on you, and you feel the warm, tightness of her flower hold you. You groan as she moans outwardly.
>“Oh, Nonny! You’re even better than I imagined!~” she pants.
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>>28955504
>You watch the mare move herself up and down, savoring the length of your cock. Her tightness holds you and sends waves of dirty pleasure throughout your body. You try to will yourself to look away, but your body still won’t cooperate.
>You’re a piece of shit. You’re a fucking dirty piece of shit with no purpose left in your life. You can’t even make your own decisions.
>Tears run down your cheeks as Fluttershy moans like a whore.
>“Oh, Nonny! Your dick is everything I’ve ever dreamed about!”
>She leans down and plants her lips on yours. You feel her tongue push into your mouth, forcing yours to move in time.
>You feel your muscles tense against your will. Your member throbs, then you feel a rush of fluids move through your body. Your body forcefully thrusts up, shooting your juices into the mare.
>“Oh!~” Fluttershy moans. “It’s so warm…”
>Your muscles relax, and you collapse. Your face lies on it’s side, staring out the forest where a bear creeps back towards you and his owner. You feel the side of your face rest in a pool of your own blood.
>“There… wasn’t that nice?” Fluttershy says gently.
>Tears run down your face, mixing with your own blood.
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>End - Horror 9
>>You feel a hoof caress your cheek as she lifts herself off you.
>“It’s a shame I didn’t have the chance to finish… but that’s fine. We have a long time ahead for us. We’ll be able to build your stamina. You did very well for your first time,” she says.
>You stare at the bear sitting beside the path down at you.
>“Clean yourself up,” she says in disgust.
>Your hands shake as you bring your clothes back up to your waist. You use your underwear to wipe the fluids off your dick and button your pants before curling into a ball on the ground. You feel Fluttershy’s hoof caressing your side. Her touch feels as if it burns you deeper than the match’s brand on the back of your neck.
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>>28955513
>“Why are you so sad, my love?” she asks gently. “There’s no reason to be sad! You’re going to be loved now. I’m going to care for you. You won’t have to worry about anything anymore. I’m going to cook marvelous things for you. We’ll make sweet, sweet love all night long. It’s everything an animal like you could possibly ever want.”
>Silence hangs in the air as her caressing stops.
>“And you are going to learn to love it.”
>You shudder, the cold air digging into your skin. You feel empty. A shallow husk of your former self.
>“And one day, I won’t even have to use the stare. You’ll simply say that you love me. That you want me. That you want to make love to me. That you want to be with me for forever, and all will be right with the world. Your training will be done. You won’t be some pet or animal anymore. You’ll be my lover. This is what you’ve always wanted Anon. And this is what you owe me.”
>You feel a part of yourself shatter on the inside as you shiver. Tears flow unrestrained down your face.
>“Do you have anything to say to that, Anon?”
>You feel her eyes press down upon you.
>“Say something,” she commands.
>“Stockholm Syndrome isn’t my fetish.”
>A silence hangs in the air.
>“W-what?” she asks.
>Your eyes open wide.
>“Stockholm Syndrome isn’t my Fetish. Stockholm Syndrome isn’t my Fetish,” you begin to laugh. “Stockholm Syndrome isn’t my Fetish.”
>Fluttershy takes three steps back.
>“Shit,” she mutters.
>“IT FUCKING WAS. THIS WAS ALL A FUCKING FETISH GUESS ALL ALONG,” you scream. You feel your facilities begin to come back under your control. You move your arms and legs. You rise to your feet. “FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING HORSE.”
>“H-harry, go home,” Fluttershy stutters.
>“YOU made me fucking burn my house down. YOU fucking RAPED me. YOU KIDNAPPED ME!”
>Your hand balls into a fist as you swing at the pony who leaps to the side.
>“What the fuck is WRONG with you?! I’m going to fucking END you! This went WAY too fucking far this time.”
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>>28955523
>“E-eep!” Fluttershy screams, before lifting off into the air and flying away.
>“YEAH, YOU FUCKING BETTER FLY AWAY YOU HORSE ASS HORSE. BECAUSE WHEN I FIND YOU, I’M GOING TO BITE OUT YOUR FUCKING THROAT. THEN MAKE YOU EAT YOUR FUCKING BUNNY ALIVE. THEN PULL THE BUNNY OUT OF THE HOLE IN YOUR THROAT AND EAT HIM AGAIN. I’LL MAKE A FUCKING RUBE GOLDBERG MACHINE SO THAT YOU WILL PERPETUALLY EAT AND SHIT OUT YOUR OWN FUCKING ANIMALS.”
>And so the story goes. Fluttershy didn’t leave her house much after that. Anon tried to burn down Fluttershy’s house, but got stopped by the police. Who would have thought that trying to attack a pony with so many animals as pets also had a pretty good personal protection system. You got got lifetime in prison without parole, and ended up meeting a pretty sweet dude name Jose there that bums you cigarettes. Honestly, all of that isn’t so bad in the long run, because at the very least you don’t have to deal with…
>Fucking Fluttershy.
>------------------------
>Priests - Chapter 100
>>You wake up one bright, sunny afternoon to the sound of your alarm clock. It’s another average day in Equestria. Where fourth-wall breaks are the norm, even though you don’t quite understand what fourth wall you’re breaking, because you’re supposed to be a character in a story.
>Actually, you know what? Let’s talk about this for a second. You are the character in the story right now. It’s called suspension of disbelief. You are letting go of the world around you for a second. You aren’t sitting in a chair, reading a story. You aren’t on your phone, scrolling through text. You aren’t on a tablet, waiting for the bus to arrive or some shit. Right now, you are a character in a story. It’s relaxing. It allows you to have experiences that you might never have otherwise had. It’s a safe way to learn and experience things in an environment where you can’t be hurt.
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>>28955527
>This is how we widen our perspective and guide ourselves towards being better characters in our own world. So, yeah, you aren’t ACTUALLY this character. No, you aren’t ACTUALLY doing what you’re doing in this story, but if you can’t take a deep breath after being almost 76 thousand words deep into this and realize that this is all in either good fun, or at least is trying to widen your perspective, then we need to seriously talk.
>But none of that is the point. The point is, you get up and brush your fucking teeth. Because you have the worst morning breath, man. You kiss your mother with that mouth? Jesus Christ. She might as well sucked your Dad’s dick before kissing you, because you’re basically doing that to her.
>Then, you hear three gentle knocks on the door.
>Your whole body tenses. Because that’s what this story does. That single line appears more times in this story than the word Fluttershy.
>Actually, that’s not really true. It’s a figure of speech. Readers. I’m trying to be funny. Can you roll with me for like, 10 seconds, before jumping all over my dick? Thanks.
>You head downstairs, then realize you should probably put on pants.
>So you go upstairs and put on pants.
>Then you go back downstairs, freshly panted, and open the door.
>On the other side, is Fluttershy, wearing dark black clothes and a white clerical collar.
>“Priests aren’t my fetish, Fluttershy.”
>“Actually, I’m not Fluttershy. This is a self-insert now.”
>You stare down at the pony in front of you, pausing.
>“So, you’re saying I’m the reader, and you’re the author of this story,” you say.
>“Yeah. I’m Flutterpriest,” says the pony in front of you.
>You pause, staring down at the yellow horse.
>“Can we talk?” you say.
>“Yeah, that’s kinda why I came here. Can we have coffee or something?” I say.
>“Yeah, sure.”
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>>28955534
>I walk inside and force you to realize that there’s some weird perspective fuckery going on in this chapter. It’s highly experimental because it’s the 100th chapter god-damnit. We’re going PURE self-flagellation here.
>“Listen,” I say, clapping two hooves together and making coffee magically appear out of nowhere. “I want to really honestly thank you for persevering this far into this story.”
>“Uh, I don’t really have a choice?” you say. “I’m the main character. What you write is what I do.”
>“No, that’s not exactly what I mean. I mean, this story just kinda becomes pure shitposting sometimes. I realize that. But I really want to thank you. I’ve done my best to post as much content as possible. I have a lot of fun writing these things, and you guys could have put this story down at any point. Instead, you kept reading. So, just, thank you. I wanted to let you know I really appreciate it.”
>You look down at your hands.
>“You’re… welcome?” you say.
>I open my mouth and pause.
>“You know, on second thought, saying that from your mouth doesn’t make a lot of sense. If I WRITE that you say ‘you’re welcome’ it’s not exactly sincere.”
>You pause, silent.
>“Yeah, I don’t exactly know what you’d say, so there’s not much else I can have you honestly say. This chapter is all full of fuck anyway. So I guess I’ll just wrap this shit up. Thank you for persevering through this story. You’re the reason why I write. I hope you continue to enjoy all the bullshit I throw at you and I’ll do my best to keep this fresh and interesting as we push further and further down the rabbit hole.”
>You blink, and the priest horse in front of you disappears.
>You look down at your hands.
>“What the actual fuck did I just read? Er, witness. Er. I don’t even know anymore.”
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>Pretty Much All The Clothing
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>>28955545
>>You're sitting at your table, sipping a nice fresh cup of coffee, when you hear three gentle knocks at the door. Mother fucker. It's way too fucking early for this shit. Maybe it's from the constant anxious dreams you've been having, the constant reality resets that happen in this fucking story, or just the fact you haven't had your morning coffee, but you're on extra pissy mode today.
>You rise to your feet and answer the door. Once you throw the door wide, the yellow pegasus who follows you day in, day out smiles up at you brightly.
>"Anon! I need you to come with me!" she says brightly.
>You slam the door in her face.
>"I meant come as in follow! Not Cum!" she yells through the door.
>You sigh and open the door again.
>"Can you really blame me? I can't fucking see your words like life is subtitled."
>Fluttershy brings a hoof to her mouth as if pondering something.
>"Yeah. And, I suppose that sounds like something I'd do... maybe."
>"Plus, I know the alternative to not following would be you sitting on my doorstep all day crying, so let's fucking go."
>With a hippity hop, blu-skiddo, and bound, you find yourself walking into Carousel Boutique with the yellow menace.
>"Oh! It's already time, isn't it?" Rarity says happily. "I'll get the supplies. The two of you just sit in the dressing room."
>"I'm not getting naked, I hope you realize that," you say immediately.
>"Oh, I know. I've just got a whole bunch of guesses today I thought I'd try all at once! Just be patient. It'll all be over soon."
>"Sweet. Use a choice of words that sounds like I'm dying. It's pretty accurate."
>Fluttershy continues to hop along, ignoring your last phrase. Your eyes move around Rarity's boutique, feeling frustrated. You've always hated shopping for clothes. Let alone when it wasn't clothes for you. Luckily, there seems to be a stool you can sit on. Maybe you stare at the speckled ceiling and try to find constellations in them.
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>>28955550
>"Alright dearie," Rarity says, returning with a large chest in her magical grasp. "This is everything you requested. Just be sure not to have too much fun, you love birds!"
>"I will fucking end you, Rarity."
>"I'm just a bystander to all of this, Anon-Darling," Rarity says, waving off your tone. "Plus, I'm not interested in a threesome."
>"That's not my fetish either, Fluttershy," you say, returning to the yellow horse as Rarity walks away.
>"Oh, that's fine, Anon. That guess is for another day anyway. I wouldn't subject myself to a threesome with [i]Rarity[/i]. Even I have standards."\
>You sit up straighter, surprised at Fluttershy's sick burn.
>"Damn, Fluttershy. I'm impressed. You gained, like, three respect points."
>Fluttershy looks up to you in joy.
>"Don't test me," you say. "Do your shit so I can go home and fuck around all day."
>Fluttershy leaps into the chest, and a flurry of clothing tosses around inside. Before long, Fluttershy leaps back out of the chest wearing four long lanky socks.
>"Are socks your fetish, Anon?" she asks.
>"No. Plus, that color doesn't really go with your hair. You should aim to match with your eyes," you say flatly.
>"See, that's totally what I told Rarity, but she said we should 'Accentuate our best features'."
>"Psh, your eyes are way nicer than your mane."
>Fluttershy stares at you blankly. You look back at her.
>"What?"
>"N-nothing. Y-you just said-"
>"Fucking. Are we done yet?"
>"N-no."
>Fluttershy leaps back into the chest. With another flurry of clothing, she leaps out once more. Now a small pair of shorts adorns her rear end, covering her cutie mark.
>"Are shorts your fetish?"
>You sigh, placing a hand to your forehead.
>"No, Fluttershorts aren't my fetish."
>Fluttershy remains silent as the studio audience collectively groans and applauds.
>"I had to try," Fluttershy says.
>"Whatever, just move on."
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>>28955569
>She leaps into the box once more, and quickly leaps out wearing a mostly black [i]Guns N Roses: Appetite For Destruction[/i] shirt.
>"Damn, nice shirt," you say voluntarily.
>"You think so? I stole it from some bum named Anon-thony in another story. I liked it, so I thought I'd keep it as a souvenir."
>"Damn nice score if you ask me."
>"So! Are shirts your fetish?" she asks.
>"Oh! No. But that does look nice on you. Nice and comfy. Maybe with a streak of black in your hair, a few little piercings."
>Fluttershy gasps and leans forward intently.
>"It still wouldn't be my fetish, but it would sure be nice."
>"Oh, honey suckle," Fluttershy says before leaping back in the chest. She leaps out once more wearing a large green sweater.
>"Ger back in the fucking chest and don't come out until you're fucking presentable," you growl.
>"What?" she says. "It's just a green hoodie."
>"I've watched enough porn to know what that hoodie is for. It's all fun and games until you reveal your massive futa cock. Get back in the chest."
>Fluttershy pouts before leaping back in the chest.
>You know, Anon. You could probably just run away right now, and she would never notice.
>...
>You rise to your feet, when Fluttershy springs out once more, now wearing a thin, revealing pair of light green panties. She turns her rear to you and gently thrusts it at your face, in rhythm.
>"Okay, no. I'm out. Fuck this."
>"But! I have thongs! And spaghetti thongs! And g-strings! And- And!"
>"Nope! I'm fucking done," you say, halfway out the door.
>"Thank you for shopping Carousel-"
>"Fuck off, Rarity," you shout back as the door closes behind you.
>[hr]
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>>28955575
>You sigh to yourself as you walk up your front porch. Fucking clothing. It's like there's a never ending supply of different types. You didn't even let her try coats. Oh god. You should give her a fur coat sometime and just watch her whimper and cry as the skins of dead animals cover her body. Wait, is that demented? Are you becoming a sociopath? Is Fluttershy slowly pushing you to the brink of insanity?
>Oh well, it would still be kinda funny.
>You throw open the door to your home, and hear a rustling upstairs.
>Fuck. That's either a robber, or Fluttershy.
>... Well, let's say you have it on good authority it's not a robber.
>"God damnit, Flutterhorse. If I come upstairs and you're wearing my clothing."
>You run up your stairs, two at a time, and burst into your bedroom. Sure enough, Fluttershy is standing in the center of your bedroom, wearing a lanky pair of jeans that hang WAY off her hooves and hide her cutie mark.
>"I wanted to get in your pants... to see if this was your fetish."
>A moment of silence fills the air as even the studio audience doesn't want to grace this with a response.
>"Get out of my house," you say weakly.
>"O-okay," she says trotting to the door.
>"Pants off, please."
>"A-are you coming onto me, Anon?" Fluttershy asks.
>"GET MY FUCKING PANTS OFF. AND GET OUT OF MY GODDAMN HOUSE BEFORE I-"
>Getting the picture, your pants are off in a flash. Erm, Off of Fluttershy, that is. Then the yellow horse flies out of your house in a blur. You move to your bed and sit down.
>"You know, I wonder if I've just done this to Fluttershy... or if she was just naturally born this derpy."
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>Somnophilia
>>You lay on your couch, staring at the ceiling of your apartment. Grabbing your can of liquid energy, you eye it carefully. You know, you promised yourself you wouldn't drink this shit anymore, but after a few nights of really shitty sleep... well, it's just about the only thing that keeps you ticking.
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>>28955584
>Your muscles ache in that special form of tiredness that gives you enough energy to get through the day, but makes every movement a malicious myriad of misery. You'd go to sleep, if you could, but you can't. Because the sky is awake. And when the sky is awake, your body is awake. Fuck you body. Get your own original joke.
>There's three gentle knocks on the door. All you can do is groan. You know what time it is. You know exactly what it means. And you know you can't fight fate.
>Grabbing your energy drink, you take another sip before rising to your feet. You feel every one of your muscles ache and protest as you stride across the floor. Maybe you should take an aspirin or two. Maybe if you fill yourself with enough crap to treat the symptoms of sleep deprivation, you can push through today.
>Or miserable and in bed. Yeah. That's more likely. But let's take it a step at a time. Who knows what could happen.
>You throw the door open and look down to the yellow pegasus. Surprisingly, she seems to be blindfolded. But not in the normal, kinky way. She's wearing a sleep mask, like those a pony would use when their room is too bright at night, or to accommodate a partner who turns the light on early in the middle of the fucking night and they're just PISSED. AND TIRED ABOUT IT. AND THEY'RE JUST DONE ARGUING ABOUT IT ALREADY.
>Erm. She's also in a sleeping bag. It's pink and has little butterflies on it. It's cute.
>Attached to the sleeping bag is a small note. You groan as you reach down to pick up the note, feeling something lightly pop in your back.
>"Oh no! I have fallen asleep in a most precarious place!" Fluttershy's note reads. "I sure hope that Somnophilia isn't anypony's fetish. It would be terrible if I were to be taken advantage of right here while I'm most definitely asleep.
>"Fuckin... go home, Fluttershy."
>"Okay," she says with a sigh, before rising to her hooves and pulling off the mask.
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>>28955591
>With a groan, you slam the door and head back inside. You know what? Today sounds like a bed kinda day. Fuck it.
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>Strangers
>>Fuck man. This sleeping shit has to get fixed. Like. Soon. It's absolute misery to keep pushing, day in, day out, with only an hour or two of sleep every night.
>You stare at your alarm clock as it goes off for its sixth round of snoozing. Your eyes burn. Your muscles ache. Your bed is too warm, but the air around you is too cold. Your back hurts from the weird, contorted positions you've tried to get comfortable with. If you had to describe the current state of your being, it would likely be along the lines of "Fuck off man, please. I don't have the patience to make analogies today."
>That said. There's work to do. You can't lie in bed. You can't let the sleep deprived thoughts and emotions win. So, you get out of bed, realizing that you're going to be late to work no matter what you do.
>You decide to skip the shower for the third day in a row. It's not like you do anything to get sweaty. Or anything at all for that manner. And you don't have any hair, so what's the big deal? People won't even notice that the weird alien guy didn't shower. You can make up some bullshit about it being mating season, and then you'll have some extra attention.
>Attention. Heh. Attention is nice, but it's not exactly what you need. Especially when your patience is thin. What you need is a bottle of melatonin and a weekend.
>That said, once you have all of your shit on: clothes, backpack with today's lunch, smiling mask that stops people from asking questions; you open your front door.
>But, of course, there's a yellow horse on the other side, with her hoof raised in midair. A tense moment fills the air. She gently whimpers.
>You sigh, take a step back, and close the door.
>Then, there are three gentle knocks on the door.
>Then you reopen the fucking door.
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>>28955602
>"Why, hello good sir whom I've never met before!" says Fluttershy with a pink mustache. "I'm quite new to town and I am very sure that we have never met before! How do you do?"
>"That mustache looks horrible, Fluttershy."
>"I dare say! My name is Rontupleshy! I'm not familiar with this 'Fluttershy' mare of which you speak. But I'm sure she is a very pretty mare that is very kind to animals and is premium waifu material."
>You pause, examining Fluttershy carefully. She's literally done nothing to sell this act other than wear a pink mustache. To be fair, it's probably made from her hair, but that's neither here nor there. Honestly, you don't care. You need to get to the Apples. Their patience only goes so far, and they'll stare at you all day if you dare to get there any later.
>"Well, I must admit, sir. I admire your flair, but do me a fine service and get to the fucking point," you say.
>FlutterRontuple- It's fucking Fluttershy, clears her throat and continues to speak in a lower voice.
>"Well, seeing as we are complete strangers and I'm only in town for an evening, I would love to have some bloke run a train on my perfectly good asshole. That is, if that is said bloke's fetish."
>"No, strangers aren't my fetish," you growl, stepping outside and walking down the path to work.
>Then you stop, and turn around.
>Fluttershy has her hoof on the doorknob of your home.
>"Are you going to break another window if I lock the door?" you call back to Fluttershy.
>"Y-yeah," she says, dropping all pretense of trying to not be herself.
>"Well, put everything back where you found it."
>On that note, you turn and head to work. Fucking Fluttershy. This shit is getting ridiculous.
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>Anon Wants in Her Head
>>You wake the fuck up from another night of very little sleep. So, naturally, it's 4am. And you know, for a fact, you won't be getting more sleep.
>So you know what, how about we do something different today.
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>>28955604
>You rise from bed, do your Triple S(TM), shove a banana down your throat like you learned to ignore your gag reflex in college, and sprint out the door.
>You've never done this before, and this seems new, exciting, and most of all, unique. Maybe this is it. This is that spark of genius that you need to break out the mundane cycle of fetish guesses. You're going to mess with Fluttershy. It'll be great.
>The sun rises in the distance as you approach Fluttershy's cottage, allowing a glimmer to grace the morning dew on the grass. You take a deep breath, step up to her front porch and knock on her door three times.
>You wait patiently as the yellow horse makes her appearance. When the door finally opens, you watch her peek her head out. Her mane is a mess of tangles and knots. Dark bags hang under her eyes. She wears a light blue bathrobe, and looks up at you with a sense of grogginess.
>"Ugh. What, Anon? What do you want?"
>"Oh! You know!" you say happily. "I'm just here for today's fetish guess! I figured you had one, so I'd come and let you fetish guess me."
>Fluttershy looks up at you, and sighs. She places a hoof to her forehead and rubs her temple.
>"Anon. No. This is dumb. Go home. You aren't going to get me to fetish guess this way. Go home."
>Fluttershy closes the door in your face as you take a step back.
>"Wait. What the shit? No!"
>You knock on the door three more times. It swings open.
>"Now just listen here, buster," Fluttershy says, holding a cup of hot cocoa in her hooves. "I'm not going to fetish guess you."
>"Oh come on! Just one? It'll be so easy. And then I-"
>You pause, staring down at the mare.
>"Ooohhh! I get it. This is the reverse psychology thing. Well I got you this time, Fluttershy. Mindfucks aren't my fetish. Neither is reverse psychology or getting meta. So take THAT!"
>You grab the door and pull it into your face and happily jog off.
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>>28955612
>Fluttershy stares at the door of her own home. She sits down, staring at the door as Angel Bunny hops beside her. Angel looks to the door, then back up to his owner.
>"You're right, Angel Bunny. That was weird."
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>Dank Memes
>>You wake up from a well rounded, restful sleep and instantly realize that something is very wrong. You actually got sleep? Holy shit. This could actually be really, really fucking bad.
>See, if you're ever having a good time, that means that some bad shit is about to happen. That's the way your life works, shit is shitty, until it isn't, then it gets really shitty again until it's not quite as shit.
>Shit that was a terrible line. Just. Uh. Forget that.
>You peer around at your room, your blood coursing through your veins. You peek under your covers and find nopony else, nor an overly clingy yellow-pegasus. Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you pull off the covers and sit on the side of your bed, rubbing your forehead.
>"I'm just over-worrying. Things are going to be fine."
>Then, the phone by your bed rings. You reach to grab it and place the receiver to your ear. It isn't until after you say hello that you begin to realize that you hadn't normally had a phone there.
"Yes, uhm. Uh. Excuse me, is this champ?" says a meek voice on the other side of the phone.
>Your jaw drops unconsciously. You slam the phone down and run into your bathroom for safety. You close and lock the door behind you. You run to your shower, pull back the curtains and GOD DAMN IT IT'S FLUTTERCENA.
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>>28955614
>You rip the door to your bathroom open, and swear you've walked into fucking wonderland. Except, Alice must have fuckin slammed a mountain dew and a bag of doritos, because there's little frogs of different colors hopping around the floor of your home, each wearing different faces and muttering things like 'feels bad man.' You run as fast as you can down the stairs and leap to the floor from the second to last step. Suddenly a cocophany of screams rings through your ears, screaming things like "OH BABY A TRIPLE."
>Running to your kitchen, you run past your table, who is ensuring you that it is definitely a table.
>"I am the table," the table says.
>You sprint to your destination, desperately trying to run around thousand of little yellow, overall-clad cancer cells that scuttle across your floor. Ripping open your kitchen closet, you pull out your trusty shotgun and a handful of shells.
>"Alright, bitches. I'm ALREADY done with this shit."
>You take aim and pull the trigger at each of the yellow assholes that scuttle around your kitchen floor. Each time you hit one, a white marker illuminates their body, indicating you hit them. You decide that now is not the time to be asking questions. Now is the time for cleaning.
>Then, suddenly, out of nowhere, you feel a punch to the side. You strafe, trying to find the source of the assault, but find nothing. You literally cannot see your assailant.
>"You know what? No. Fuck this."
>You raise your gun to the invisible figure in front of you.
>"Fluttershy, I've had enough of your bullshit once and for all. This is it. I'm fucking ending this now."
>Suddenly, Fluttershy becomes visible as a pair of sunglasses float from the ceiling of your home down to your eyes.
>"GG no Re," you say.
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>>28955625
>Just as you pull the trigger, you feel as if time slows down. The back door to your kitchen slams open as a motherfucking gorilla leaps into your kitchen. With a mighty roar, he leaps in front of the yellow horse, taking the full force of the blast, then falls to the ground, still.
>Silence fills the air as the world stops to look down at the twitching, cringing corpse in the center of your kitchen, bleeding out.
>"No... Harambe..." Fluttershy mutters.
>You drop the gun.
>"Not like this," you whisper. "What have I done."
>Fluttershy tears off her hat and moves to the gorilla's side cradling his head carefully. You move closer standing over him.
>"Anon," Harambe says. "Come closer. Please."
>Fluttershy looks up to you. You nod and kneel down beside Harambe as each of the Pepes feel bad man.
>"This is all the feels," Fluttershy says, tears welling in her eyes. "I-I never meant for this to happen for the Dank Memes fetish guess..."
>Harambe laughs, shaking his head at the yellow horse.
>"Tits or GTFO, horse," Harambe says. "Anon, I need to tell you something."
>You nod, kneeling down beside the glorious life that was taken from this world too soon.
>"Anything," you whisper.
>Harambe coughs then, looks up to you. There's a small glimmer in his eye as he whispers one final phrase.
>"SOOOOOO $TONED FUCK MAN AW $HIT NIGGA HELLA MOTHA FUCKING 666 ODD FUTURE MAN BRO CHECK THIS OUT MY SWAG WITH THE WHAT WHOLE 666 420 $$$$ HOLLA HOLLA GET DOLLA SWED CASH FUCKING MARIJUANA CIGARETTES GANGSTA GANGSTA EAZY-E C.R.E.A.M. SO BAKED OFF OF THE BOBMARLEY GANJA 420 SHIT PURE OG KUUSSHHH LEGALIZE CRYSTAL WEED."
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>Asexuality
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>>28955634
>>When you open your eyes, you stare up at the blank ceiling above you. The room is dark and silent. It's another morning in Equestria as it rolls towards it's colder winter months. Just like Earth, there's less sun during the winter months than in the summer months. You could make crazy inferences about how the planet has a tilt, and what that means in regards to their solar system and place in the universe. But you already spent way too much time trying to infer the relative size of their world to the world you used to live in, based on their units of measurement… So you've done enough thinking for one day.
>In fact, you know what would be wonderful? Just... not thinking. With the amount of stress that's on your shoulders lately, you deserve to something a little more simple. You deserve a break. Life isn't easy, and it only gets harder as time goes on. Mental health is just like physical health. If you neglected, you get your own sickness. It's chronic, crippling, and goes by the name of "Being more of an asshole than usual."
>You sit up and sit at the edge of your bed, staring out your window to the dark outside. Maybe today would be a good day to call out of work. Maybe read a book. Cook some food. Clean your house. Do the things that make your life just a little more stressful. Take care of the things that make your life feel a little more disorderly.
>In fact, you know what would be great? Some lists.
>Rising to your feet, you throw on a robe and head downstairs. Starting a pot of coffee, you sit down at your kitchen table you begin to catalogue your thoughts.
>What do you want?
>Well, to feel happy again.
>You pause as you scribble down the note and stare at it. That's a rather depressing thought. Let's break it down.
>You want to feel more control over your life. You want to feel like you're accomplishing something. You want to feel like you're making a difference.
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>>28955640
>Alright, you have goals. You know what you want. So, Why DON'T you make this happen? Why DON'T you feel this way?
>Well, you do the same things, day in, day out. You don't really get to meet new people. You hate that-
>Three knocks at your door halt your process of mental cataloguing.
>"God damnit, Fluttershy."
>You throw down your pen, head to the door, and take a deep breath to compose yourself. This'll have to be something you put down on the list.
>Opening the door, Fluttershy stands on the other side, smiling. The sun rises in the east, sending a molten mix of yellow, orange and red through the sky.
>"Good Morning, Anon," she says happily. "How are you?"
>You open your mouth to say something witty and rhetorical, but come up with nothing.
>"Honestly, not great. However, I'm pushing through it. What's your guess?"
>"Uh, actually, I don't really have a fetish guess today. More or less... uh. A more general question."
>You lean against your doorframe and fold your arms.
>"Alright, color me curious. What'cha got?"
>"Well," Fluttershy says, kicking her hoof at your welcome mat as she ponders her words. "See, I realized something the other day. I've kept thinking about all these guesses as a matter of 'does Anon like boys' or 'does Anon like girls' but I realized there's another option I never considered before."
>You take a moment to examine the mare in front of you as she pauses. She seems deeply troubled; like she's actually concerned she could have hurt you in some way. Isn't that adorable? She's gaining social awareness. Maybe she isn't all as bad as you thought.
>"See, some ponies don't like mares or stallions. They still can love each other, but it's a different kind of love that isn't really based in sexuality. Asexuality is a real thing, and... well. I just wanted to ask if you were asexual. Because, if I keep doing all of these guesses and things... and you simply don't see love in that way... well, it's very rude of me. S-sorry."
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>>28955647
>You smile as you reach out a hand and ruffle Fluttershy's long pink mane. She looks up at you and gently smiles.
>"Nah, it's nothing like that. I can certainly say I have wants and desires. But I appreciate where your heart is on the issue. Don't worry about that," you say.
>"Oh, thank goodness," Fluttershy says happily. "Because, I just got this massive strap on, and-"
>You slam the door in her face and turn back to your notepad on the table.
>Pausing for a moment, you move back to the notepad and pick up your pen. With a quick scribble, you write down:
>"I Want to Find Fluttershy's Good Side and get to know it."
>Setting down the pen, you lightly smile as you grab a cup of freshly brewed coffee.


and that's it. That's all of it.

im done.
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>>28955653
Thank you Priest that was great
really enjoyed the horror chapters
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Bamp
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>bump
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wtfbump
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>>28956686
>>28957596
>>28957675
>>28958442
Is it finally time for this thread to roll over and die?
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>>28959069
>Hourly "Why won't Flutterrape die?" post.
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>>28955653
I am quite satisfied, thank you
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>>28959940
>I am quite satisfied
L-lewd.
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>>28894217
lel
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>>28898514
>Very poor choice of words Anon
heh
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>>28911115
i could understand that reaction for fluttershys genderbend but femanon is not really rule 63 its just a female anon
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>>28910509
high heels really are stupid

and they are not even attractive
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>>28961394
Any sort of elevated footwear, even half elevated, is just asking for your ankles to snap.
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It really was rather short, wasn't it?
I suppose I could have written more on the subject...
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>Fluttershy collides with the wall at a breakneck speed.
>Her body crushes against the stonework, and the resulting crack echoes around the relatively empty area just on the outskirts of Ponyville.
>...
"Well did it work?"
>Your question hangs in the air for a few seconds.
>...
>"...No, still here."
"Fuck."
>It's been 4 weeks since both Fluttershy and yourself became immortal.
>So far things have been less than stellar.
>Mostly because Fluttershy takes both of your now literally 'unique' traits to be a sign for your everlasting love and relationship.
>You've taken to spending your time as 'lovers' trying to figure out a way to escape the mortal coil.
>Since the idea of not existing any more appeals to you greatly, considering you have an eternity to spend with your favourite(?) yellow pony.
>Fluttershy staggers up the hill, rubbing her head with a pained look on her face.
>You sigh and regard the shattered scooter at the foot of the hill she'd used in her experiment with a grimace.
"Scootaloo isn't gonna forgive us for that."
>Rubbing your stubble with a thoughtful hand, you shrug.
"But she -will- be dead in a hundred or so years, so what does it matter."
>You stuff your hands in your pockets and pivot on your foot, heading in the opposite direction.
"I'm going to Twilight's again, you coming?"
>Fluttershy whines and trails after you.
>"Anon, we've been doing this for weeks now! I-I really think that pony at the DMC--"
"DMV."
>"DMV... I really think she was serious when she said we can't die!"
"Huh, what clued you into that, Fluttershy? Getting crushed by a boulder? Throwing yourself onto a bonfire? Riding a ten-year-old's favourite scooter into a wall?"
>"Those were all your ideas..."
"Well it's your fault for getting us killed in the first place."

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>>28962181
>"It was not! And besides, the mare said our paperwork was, um, all messed up and stuff! So why would dying a natural death in, I don't know, sixty years or so change that?"
>You frown.
>She has a point.
"Yeah, well, I just didn't want my first death to be going off a cliff with your mouth wrapped around my junk."
>You wince.
"After the crash I'm surprised I still have it since it was lodged between your teeth at the time."
>Fluttershy huffs and trots on ahead of you.
>"Well, I'm not going to let this little ditty ruin our relationship. You're mine for the rest of time, so there!"
"Why do you think I've been trying to kill us so much then?"
>"Because the lady said we'll both go to heaven if we die, so the way I see it, we'll spend eternity together regardless!"
"Okay that's not even close to what she said, at all, but if you're willing to believe that so long as it motivates you into killing yourself, I'm fine with it."
>"You'd better cut that attitude, mister, I didn't die just so you could mouth off at me for the rest of our marriage."
"We're really not married."
>"We sort of are. We're bound together forever and always, aren't we?"
"..."
>"That's what I thought, so..."
>She turns to you, hesitates for a moment as if trying to think of a zinger to end with...
>...Then gives up and just sticks her tongue out at you, blowing a raspberry.
"Awesome display of maturity there, Fluttershy."
>The pair of you trek through town towards Twilight's castle, the great crystalline structure casting a shadow over the pair of you.
>This makes you realise that the sun is getting closer towards the horizon.
"Damn, we've been doing this all day?"
>Fluttershy cocks her head in confusion.
>"But... I'm sure we only had lunch a couple of hours ago!"
"We did."
>You frown.
"Maybe time goes by faster for us now?"
>Your companion manages a smile.

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>>28962187
>"Or maybe we're just passing the time quickly. You know what they say, time flies when you're having fun! And every day is fun with you, Anonymous!"
>She gives you a saccharine smile.
"We spent all day trying to kill you."
>The smile drops off her now moody features.
>"I'm just trying to make light of a bad situation, Anon..."
"Aww come on, I appreciate the effort, sorta."
>Fluttershy storms off ahead of you.
"Come on, Shy! Tomorrow we can try to kill me all day! I'll even let you throw bricks at my head!"
>She doesn't listen, and instead keeps angrily walking towards the castle.
>Her rump bounces with each step.
>You try not to look.

>Your meeting with Twilight went about the same as all the others.
>She's confused as hell and is more concerned about the broken clock in the DMV than the actual existence of it.
>So once more, you left with no progress having been made.
>As you lie in bed and stare at the ceiling, you wonder about what you're going to do.
>People dream about being immortal, right?
>About seeing events in the future that you and your childhood friends all fantasised about?
>Flying cars, laser guns, meeting aliens.
>The future's gonna be great, right?
>...But what happens after the future?
>What happens after the bit after the future?
>It's just going to keep going.
>Forever.
>Your mind paints a picture of the infinity of time.
>And you, lonely little you, are going to be the sole inhabitant of all of reality at the end of everything.
>You'd be lying if you said you weren't at all curious as to what would happen if you found yourself there one day.
>What would life be like?
>Just wake up every day, stare at black nothing-ness for about 14 hours, then go back to sleep?
>Would there even be black?
>Black denotes an absence of light, of colour.
>If light stops existing, will there be black? You can't have an absence of something if nothing exists.
>Absence implies a lack of entity within a defined space.

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>>28962195
>If there are no entities, then the word absence becomes obsolete.
>...
>The fuck are you even thinking about right now? Did any of that make sense?
>Your turn your head and look at your alarm clock.
>It's 3 in the morning.
>Not that it matters, today is going to be the same as yesterday.
>And the day before that.
>You don't even need to eat anymore.
>You can, and you'll no doubt enjoy the flavour, but when you never feel hungry it's a chore to eat something just for the flavour.
>Kinda takes the fun out of it.
>...
>What if you ate so much your stomach burst and you died of catastrophic internal rupturing?
>...
>Put it on the 'to do' list.
>Rubbing your eyes, you ponder the meaning of your life for the billionth time.
>So far, you've come up with nothing.
>It used to be work, hit on cute mares, get money, buy junk food, take a yearly holiday, die.
>With that last part now gone, it sort of invalidates the point of 'life goals'.
>Or even working to earn money, since you know that eventually money will become pointless in a trillion years--
>And there you go again.
>Grab a pillow from beside you and hold it over your face, then scream into it.
>Once done, you let the pillow fall to one side and go back to staring at the ceiling.
>Who knew that immortality would suck so bad?
>The movies made it seem so great.
>Though you must admit, the idea that you'll outlive Celestia is quite funny to you.
>She's gonna be so mad.
>Fluttershy probably won't find it funny...
>...Fluttershy.
>She's downstairs at the moment, sleeping on your sofa.
>Not that you said she could, but when a home invader can quite literally break through windows with her face and not be any worse for wear, you can't exactly keep her out.
>Nor can you keep out the drafts now that most of your windows are broken.
>Fucking Fluttershy.

>"Are you sure this will..."
>Fluttershy catches herself.
>"It's not going to work, is it."
"Of course it isn't."

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>>28962204
>"Then why are we doing it again?"
"I just think it'll be really funny to watch."
>"It'll hurt."
>You roll your eyes.
"Well who knows it might even be my fetish."
>Fluttershy scowls at you.
>"Jumping into a tank of sharks is -not- your fetish."
"Could be. Do you really want to take that risk?"
>She glares at you.
>Then at the sharks.
>Then at you again.
>...
>Then holds her nose and cannon-balls into the shark tank.
>You laugh as the beasts within tear to to bloody pieces.
>Only they don't, they actually treat her like a chew toy.
>She folds her arms in annoyance as a shark grips her body and thrashes her around.
>Her unamused expression is pressed against the glass with considerable force.
>The whole time, her mouth is straight and her furrowed brow is directed at you.
>You just chuckle and enjoy your milkshake as the citizens behind you carry on like nothing is happening.
>By now, Ponyville's residents have come to terms with their two least favourite residents being unassailable.
>You say least favourite because one of your early plans was to incite an angry mob to try and kill you.
>How you accomplished whipping a town of pretty mellow and laid-back ponies into a murderous blood-lust is the reason why Fluttershy and yourself are so unpopular.
>Those elderly ponies never saw it coming, poor geriatric bastards.
>As Fluttershy rolls around in the water, her discontent clear by her bored expression as a desperate shark tries its hardest to maul her, you ponder what to do next.
>How do you plan for the future when the future doesn't mean anything to you?
>There'll always be tomorrow.
>That's it. That's your life now.
>There will -always- be tomorrow.
>So with a careless shrug, you leave Fluttershy in her tank and go to find something else to do.
>At a leisurely pace, of course.
>You have all day.

"You're not seriously still mad."
>Fluttershy trots alongside you as you stroll along casually.

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>>28962208
>The dirt road you find yourselves on is a typically quiet, idyllic locale, and it's nice to walk here every so often to take in the scenery.
>So far, this will be the seventh time you've walked along it today.
>Hey, you have a lot of free time now.
>"It took me hours to get out of that tank, Anonymous! Those sharks were -very- persistent!"
"Ahh what's the big deal."
>"The big deal is I wish you would take me more seriously now that we're stuck together!"
"But what's the point!"
>She frowns.
"What's the fucking point, Fluttershy? These are our lives now!"
>You laugh.
"I... I just don't know how you can't fathom this! We're gonna be stuck together for the rest of time! How can you stay optimistic about all of this?!"
>Fluttershy sighs, then composes herself.
>She's quiet for a moment, obviously running over what she wants to say in her head.
>Finally, the mare wets her lips, and with a careful voice addresses you.
>"Because I'm excited to see what the future will bring."
>You snort involuntarily.
"It'll bring an eternity of floating around in nothingness."
>"Are we there now?"
>Blink.
"Wh-- well no, but we -will- be!"
>Fluttershy cocks her head.
>"Why does that matter? Right now we're in Equestria. It's Tuesday, around five in the afternoon. Pinkie's birthday is in five days, and we all have a nice little get-away planned sometime next month, just you, me, and the girls."
>Your eyebrows knit together and you fold your arms.
"...Yeah, and?"
>"So enjoy it."
>She gives you a sad look.
>You're almost taken aback by the sincerity of it.
>"You're so focused on what's coming that you're not paying attention to what's around you now."
>The mare takes a measured step towards you.
>"Answer me this, what's more appealing to you? Spending an eternity floating around in some nothing-y void, or spending an eternity floating around in a nothing-y void with the memories of a life well lived?"

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>>28962215
>You stay silent.
>"Me being immortal made me realise something. I'm going to outlive everything I love. But I don't let that consume me or make me bitter, it just makes me want to spend more time with my friends, with my family..."
>She touches your leg with a hoof.
>"With the people I care about most."
>Her eyes drop down and she looks at a clump of grass clinging to a lonely rock in the middle of the path.
>She twists and turns her head, looking intently at a little bug crawling on a blade of green, then looks to the sky and takes in the crisp air flowing through her mane, the waning sun steadily warming her glossy coat, and the sounds of Ponyville in the distance.
>"All this is going to fade soon. It'll be gone. This planet won't be around forever, I know that."
>The mare offers you a soft smile.
>"So I'm going to enjoy as much of it as I can for as long as possible. Because one day it's going to be gone and you and I are all that's going to be left. Time doesn't have any sort of meaning any more, but that doesn't mean I want to waste it."
>Fluttershy peers directly into your eyes, her expression soft, and hopeful.
>"I want to spend it making memories."
>...
>You crouch down and pull her into a tight hug.
>The pair of you stay like that for a good while.
>Squeezing the pony close to you, you can smell her mane.
>It's still a bit damp from the shark tank.
>You run your hands up and down her back, feeling the feathers in her wings, the ridges and bumps on her body.
>She hums contentedly at your touch.
>You just keep holding her.
>Fate decided that she's the one you're going to spend the rest of your life with.
>So you might as well start getting used to it.

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>>28962219
>...
>...
"I mean it was a great speech, but you're not sleeping with me any time soon."
>"Horseapples."
>You gently laugh and stand up, smiling warmly down at Fluttershy.
>She beams back at you.
"I'll admit that I'm a sucker for theatrics, and I suppose we've tried things my way so far so..."
>You reach down and scratch her head with some fingers.
>She closes her eyes and leans into you, enjoying the sensation.
"Come on then, oh-life-partner of mine. Let's go see what Equestria has to offer."
>With that, you set off home, this time with a bit more of a spring to your step.

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Updated the pastebin.
First time I've ever done that, so that's funky.

Hope you guys liked it. I think about immortality quite a bit, I'm mostly concerned with how I'm going to pass the time once porn starts replacing people with robots and power-outlets.

Robot sex isn't kinky, yo.

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Bumperrape loves her stories
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>>28962236
I was wondering how their immortality would work, and it was pretty cute overall good story
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>>28898623
>"O-Oh... I hadn't thought of that."
kek
>>28927516
you put me through a roller coaster of emotions with that story, and ended the ride by destroying my sides. well done.
>>28934955
If that was really your first try then i'm impressed, because the writing was solid throughout; I never had any trouble following what was going on. Have you written before in other threads?
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>>28901513
Fucking hell Neb, that was a fantastic piece. I'm kind of inspired to expand on it myself.
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>>28967805
oh shit nigga
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BERMPG
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I want to cum inside Fluttershy
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>>28969333
[Spoiler]Same[/spoiler ]
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oh god
the time machine worked!
Tell me, has Collar finished Tough Love?
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>>28969626
I just started reading that and you're telling
me it's not finished
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>>28969626
Welcome to Rainbro!
Who is collar?
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>>28969626

No, but there's this cool new writer you should check out instead. His name is Raritan.
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I hope that anonfilly writer comes back soon
that story was pretty good
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Happy 1st of December!

I don't care if you're 16 hours behind me!
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>>28971390
>You give a candy-cane a long, hard suck, running your tongue along its length whilst making eye contact with Anonymous.
"Mmm~, damn Anon, I hope Christmas is your fetish."
>...
>"...My place, fifteen minutes, make sure you wear stockings and a santa hat."
>Score!
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>>28971390
Happy IT'S ALMOST THE END OF THE YEAR AND YOU HAVEN'T FINISHED YOUR STORY BROWNEE. WE NEED YOU

I mean uh, Fluttershy might get her stocking stuffed this year. Her actual stocking of course.
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>>28972876
And so once per year fluttershy gets some, all because anon always panics when he forgets a Christmas present for her.
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>>28974702
Thats a pretty nice bump, check mine out!
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>>28962236
Plan on doing more of this? It's a really cool concept. If not I'll probably pick it up desu
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>>28974175
>"Anon! I-it's my birthday..."
>Shit, did you get her anything?
>Do ponies even -have- birthdays?
>You thought they reproduced asexually.
>Like fungus.
"Uhh-- well, n-yes."
>"Oh! Good, I really hope it's something special, you wouldn't want to hurt my feelings would you?"
"Oh, no no, of course not, it's uh..."
>Look around the room.
>Empty pizza box?
>Broken TV?
>Porn magazine?
>Shit.
>Turn back to the mare on your doorstep.
"Surprise! I'm the present!"
>Her wings instantly flare up and she tackles you backwards into your home.

>"Anon! It's Hearts and Hooves day!"
>Shit, wasn't it her birthday like six hours ago or something?
>Why do ponies have so many weird holidays, god damn.
>At least on Earth they had normal holidays like Valentine's Day.
"Good for you...?"
>"Did you get me a present? Today's the day when ponies show those they care about how much they appreciate them?"
>In the back of your mind, some distant thing Twilight told you about Hearts and Hooves day tells you that there's no gift giving on Hearts and Hooves day.
>Fluttershy might be lying to you.
>"Oh... what will the girls think when they hear you didn't give me anything?"
>Shit.
>Look back into your home.
>Ashtray?
>Jewish candlestick thingy?
>Mystery Cube?
>Why do you even have half this shit?
>Turn back to Fluttershy.
>Throw your arms open.
"Surprise! I'm the present... again!"
>You tense your stomach this time for when she tackles you backwards.

1/?
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>>28976586
>"Anon! Nightmare Night, what a fright, give me something sweet to bite!"
>Fluttershy, dressed as a vampire, beams at you.
>Hah, you came prepared this time.
>Reach for your box of chocolates and candies you had beside the door.
>It's empty.
>Stare at it.
>The feel around the corners of your mouth.
>Chocolate.
>Look in your hand.
>A candy wrapper.
>Fuck, so that's what you were eating before she knocked on the door.
"Uh..."
>Shitshitshit.
>Isn't it illegal to not give her anything? Is that how this works?
>Point at yourself.
"Ta daaah?"
>She tackles you backwards.
>A lot more biting this time around.

>"Happy Hearth's Warming, Anon!"
>Oh mother fucker.
>So -that's- what everyone's been hyped up about lately.
>You look back into your home and glance at various things for ideas.
>Festive pizza box?
>Egg-nog carton?
>...Mystery Cube?
>You turn back to her, your lips pursed.
>She gives you a happy, expectant look.
>Smile weakly at her.
"Uh... would you settle for a hot piece of ass?"
>"Yes. I would."
>She tackles you backwards.
>You're pretty sure you're not meant to put candy canes where she put them.

2/?
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>>28976590
>"Happy New Years, Anon!"
>...
>Look back into your home.
>...
"Excuse me for one moment."
>Walk away from Fluttershy, leaving her standing with a confused expression at your front door.
>Return with an object and push it into her hooves.
>She stare at it.
>"What, um, is it?"
"It's a Mystery Cube."
>"What does it do?"
"It's a mystery."
>She frowns at it.
>Then gives it a little shake.
>It vibrates violently, causing her to squeak and drop it.
>The cube hovers in the air between you both, quaking and vibrating in an unsettling manner.
>Eventually, it starts to spin, arcs of green lightning coursing over its surface.
>A bolt of unknown green energy erupts from the cube and hits you in the chest.
>You stumble a bit, but are otherwise fine.
>The cube drops to the ground, lifeless once more.
>You blink a few times.
"Did it just get colder?"
>Fluttershy grins.
>Look down and realise that you're both naked, and completely erect.
"Oh."
>She tackles you backwards.

>"Happy Winter Wrap Up, Anon!"
>You sigh and being peeling off your shirt.
>You really need to get a calendar.

>>28976551
I do actually have more planned, but you're more than welcome to give it a shot if you have an idea or two.
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>>28976593
I really like the Nightmare Night one
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>>28973174
Yes, I know I do, and im hating myself a little more than I already am for it.
It's still in the state of 'nearly done', so im not sure why I'm not finishing it off...
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>>28976593
Had a good laugh, thanks.

Jeez neb, you turned now like 20 of my (yourself)silly bumps into green. I sit here and read and you do all the work, we are the best team!
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>>28971390
Jingle bells during sex is a little annoying, but otherwise, yes.
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>>28978095
This makes me want a one shot about Anon holding a contest for deciding who best pone is and Fluttershy gets the short end of the stick and put in last.
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Anyone got the story where Blossomforth molests Anon?
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>>28982424
>You're sat in the spa, waiting for your treatment.
>The sign on the door said to stop in and "feel good".
>Suffice to say, you're pretty excited.
>Just as you start to get impatient, a pair of doors is pushed open and the two owners walk in.
>Twins. Even their colour schemes are swapped.
>They sit on either side of you, giving you sultry expressions.
>Time to get lucky, Anon.
>Make your old man proud.
"So, are you ladies ready to get started?"
>One of the twins, Aloe, giggles to her sister.
>"Oh yes, Anon. Don't worry, we're going to make you..."
>She leans close to your ear and whispers.
>"Feel good."
>Sudden a funky-ass beat starts playing over the speakers.
>Aloe keeps quietly repeating 'feel good' as her sister takes up your other ear.
>"City's breaking down on a camel's back. They just have to go 'cause they don't know whack..."
>Four minutes later you stumble out of the spa.
>What the fuck was that.
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>>28982470
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>>28962236
I liked it. Fluttershy's speech at the end was honest and unpretentious, and the story was funny all throughout the reading. This is certainly one of yours that is going to stick with me for a while.
don't let the sharks get to you though, neb. we love you too much to lose you.
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>>28985653
how so
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>>28985653
Pretty normal for me.
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>>28985653
Bumping Flutterrape is like getting vaccinated.
Everyone does it eventually. Unless you're Mormon or Amish.

>>28984858
>don't let the sharks get to you though, neb.
They're outside in my bushes man, I don't know what to do.
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>"Ah~ come inside Anon!"
"Ugh, don't make it weird Flutters"
>She had been asking your to come over for about 2 weeks now.?
>A mistimed "sure, why not?"while she droned on about animals is the only reason you stand here today.
>Inside it's not so bad, definitely better kept than you imagine a tree cottage would be.
>In the living room stood a six foot marble statue of your penis.
>No, no it doesn't, that that would be retarded.
>Although, it would be a 1:1 scale.
>"Just make yourself at home Anon! I'll go get some snacks."
>You plop on the L shaped couch and shimmy-shake into comfort.
>"What do you want to drink anon?"
>Cunny juice
"Water's fine"
>You're killing me smalls.
>"I'm back" she says with an array of tasty and heart healthy treats sitting on her back.
>Does granola count? I don't remember.
"Ohh granola, my one weakness."
>"Mine too. she giggles as she bends her wings in a sickening, almost impossible manner to retrieve them from her back.
>Her lack of discomfort on her face tells you that it's within her rage of motion.
>For some unexplained reason, you've lost your appetite, but you pop a few clusters anyway so she doesn't feel bad.
>You even feed her one.
>ONE.
>She better savour it too because her weird horse lips got all over fingers.
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>>28989001
I don't know who you are, but I really like you.
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>>28989001
I really hope this gets to go somewhere
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>>28962236
Aghhh ahhh...ah. damm
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>>28991050
Anon did you just die.
Shit.
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>>28976593
This was a fun little adventure
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>>28969907
>Rainbro
If only they knew the thing they had created.
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>>28953244
>How to spook the elusive Slasher
He is either unsure how to end the Index and is avoiding the question because of it, in progress of finishing the Index and doesn't want to spoil anything, or whatever he is doing is beyond our comprehension.
Nebulus is probably Slasher.
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>Ponies man. You'd question why they're like this but that would be stupid considering you're the only human here, making you the expert.
>It was a normal day for you, normal in that certain someones, or rather someponies were going to try to rape you.
>You didn't get any knocks at your door, no one had snuck into your bed or anything like that, but as soon as you walked out of your front door a small net fell on you.
>This net might have been big enough for a rabbit or something, but not for a human. Once again they weren't thinking things through.
>These things always ended this way, some obvious oversight that they never see coming.
>"We got him this time!"
>"Quick, get em in the wagon and back to mah tree house."
>"I can help too guys."
>That last one might be dragging the group down a little...
>You stand there as all three ponies try to push you towards the little wagon. Of course, even with all their grunting and struggling, it all amounted to gentle nudging.
"Why do you guys keep doing this, it never works?"
>"Ha, says the guy in the net." scootaloo says, still struggling to move you.
"You made it way too small. There's no way you didn't notice this."
>The three ponies gasp in frustration and stop pushing as you pull the tiny net off of your head.
"This is dumber than the last plan with the box and the stick, it's like you're not even trying any more."
>Applebloom is visibly upset at that. "Ah worked really hard coming up with that one."
"Face it, you're never going to catch me. All your plans are dumb. This net wouldn't work on anyone." You say as you toss the net at sweetiebelle, who becomes instantly entangled.
>You laugh a little at this.
>"Ha, you see? It works fine."
"Good job scootaloo, now you can have your way with her."
>Walking into town you her scootaloo shout angrily as applebloom struggles to free sweetiebelle.
>"I'll get you one of these days Anon, just you wait."
>You hope they never actually manage to learn from their mistakes.
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>>28989001
"You don't have to lay across my lap like that."
>"I know"
>Internal sigh
>She's a small horse but still the size of a large dog.
>With wings
>And child bearing hips.
>Stop it brain
>She juicy.
>With that thought you hear a knock at the door.
>"Sis' are you home?"
"Sis?"
>"Yeah it's Zypher"
"Are you going to answer it?"
>"No need"
>The door flies open to reveal a mint green twink with a man bun.
>You shake your head an mouth 'no' to flutters.
>She sighs and nods yes.
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>>28994425
"Hmm..."
>It was another day, another scheme for you to overcome.
>This time on your way to work you see a suspicious patch of sticks and leaves in your yard, next to a large pile of upturned grass and dirt you never noticed before.
>And on top of the leaves, was a single cupcake.
>You already ate breakfast but you love the way these ponies make sweets. You hear rustling in the bushes next to your house as you walk up to the trap.
>Besides a few glaring errors this was probably one of their better attempts, at least they got the bait right. May as well have a little fun.
"Oh boy, it's my lucky day. A free cupcake, how can I resist?"
>Hushed giggles from the bushes this time.
>Getting on all fours you simply reach out and grab the cupcake. Your size wins again, although this would've probably worked on a pony.
>The three dirt covered ponies rush out of the bushes, applebloom and scootaloo fuming, sweetiebelle flabbergasted.
>"Alright how did you figure it out? Did you watch us dig the hole?"
>"You couldn't've seen us, we got here before the sun was up." They ask while Sweetiebelle investigates the hole.
"Do you have cartoons here? Where are you getting these ideas?"
>"Our traps aren't the problem, you must be spying on us!" Scootaloo says, you almost feel bad for how frustrated she's getting, almost.
"Rainbow Dash could've caught me for sure, she's good with things like these."
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>>28994742
>She's not happy now. You see her slowly inhale as much air as she can, and just as she's about to unleash a verbal assault, you hear a snap.
>Sweetiebelle only words are "uh oh" followed by the trap collapsing with her on it. To keep herself from falling she bites onto Scootaloo's tail, and drags her down with her.
>There's a friendship analogy somewhere in there, but you're late for work.
>Looking into the hole you see their fine, just dirtier.
"All's well that ends in a well, right sweetiebelle?" There's silence but you're sure she's laughing on the inside.
"Can you guys put all my grass back before you leave? I have to go now so you should have plenty of time."
>"...yeah Anon. No problem."
"Cool, thanks for the cupcake." You wave at Applebloom, which she returns before going to help her friends.
>You're surprised they still like you after how mad they get, they're probably just doing this due to Scoot's bruised ego at this point.
>How are they even able to do all this, don't they have school?
>Do ponies get a summer break? You'll have to look into that sometime.
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>>28994762
these are pretty good
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>>28994762
>Weeks pass, and there's been no sign of your three pests/friends. They must have dug their own grave so to speak with that last one.
>You found out from Applejack that they had ditched school to dig that trap hole. She was not pleased.
>Of course she didn't believe your story, like all the other ponies in town she thinks they were playing with you, and you with them. So you caught an earful.
>Oh well.
>It was a Sunday, and you were heading back to your house with some groceries.
>The road leading to your place had a lot of trees on both sides, and it seemed oddly quiet for a sunny day. Usually there's birds or some ponies running around, but today there was nothing.
>Those suspicious thoughts don't last long, as you trip over something and drop all of your groceries. As it turned out, it was a trip wire that set off the net that you and your food are now hanging in.
>"We got 'em."
>"Yes! We did it, we finally did it!"
>"Yay! He's ours."
"Well bravo Scootaloo, you got me."
>"That's right Anon. The net was big enough, it was hidden better, and we waited until the weekend so you can't get us in trouble this time. I didn't make any mistakes." She says smugly.
"Ok, but how do you plan on getting me down?" You almost didn't ask.
>"Like this." Says sweetiebelle as she yanks on one of the ropes and you fall onto the hard ground.
"Stupid... marshmallow." You more winced those words than said them.
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>They don't seem to mind your pain as they try dragging you, which is only a slight tug that goes nowhere.
>"He's so heavy, we can't get him all the way to the treehouse like this." Says Applebloom, stating the obvious.
>"Well we can't let him go. He's not proving me wrong again."
>"So what do we do now?"
>There's silence as they think it over, some thinking a little harder than others.
>"I got it, just go ask your brother, he could move him."
>Foolish fillies, you're friends with big Mac, he wouldn't let you get raped. If he sees you tied up like this and hears what happened he'll surely believe you. They've already lost.
>"Also bring some tape so Anon can't tell him anything. Say we're playing cowponies and buffaloes."
>Shit.


And that's all I've got for tonight. Stay alive thread.
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What would you do if she actually tried to rape you? You wouldn't be able to tell anyone. She's a national hero who has helped save the world multiple times and helps animals in her free time, they'd probably lock you up for it. You'd just have to accept that this is your fate forever. That you will see this smiling face get it's way for the rest of your life. There would be no way out.
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>>28993257
>Spoiler
Dont you know, we only have one writer with multiple personalitys. Have you ever seen them together? No, thats right!
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>>28993257
>>28996158
Be quiet. Stop talking.
You'll enlighten the deplorable masses to my true purpose.
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>>28993257
I'd say what it is that I'm doing right now is probably way too much work and probably not going to be guessed

It's all stupid and superfluous and I'm going to do it anyway

Like that one time I accidentally a whole
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>>28995720
I'd probably just let it happen. But it depends on context and how Fluttershy herself is.
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>>28997701
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>>29000087
>Be Anon in RGR Equestria.
>At home in bed.
>You are now awake.
>Because there is some sort of loud shouting coming from outside
>You go and open your front door to see what is going on
>"DOWN WITH FETISHISM!"
>There are lots of ponies with signs that are chanting and shouting.
>The signs say things like "Femdom killed my sister" "Celestia hates fetishists" "Behead those who fetishise violence" "Make war not love" "Cock worship is a sin"
>At the front of the crowd is a very familiar yellow pegasus.
>"Um... What do we want?"
>"NO FETISHES!"
>Fluttershy sees you and comes over to talk to you.
>"Good morning Anon, is hating fetishes your fetish?"
>You just got a boner.
"I hate myself so much right now."
>Fluttershy smiles.
>"So do I Anon, so do I."
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>>29000224
I'm glad you crossposted this, we can always
use more content
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After looking through all the musical anon
I could find, kinda surprised nobody did anything
with this
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NyZAUAHQi1Y
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Since this thread needs content, I might post the beginning of my fan sequel in parts.

Who knows, it might encourage me to finish it if people like it.

I may even modify the ShimmerGlimmer story I started to suit the purposes of this thread.
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>>29001218
Sounds interesting
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>>28996540
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>Wake up and do your morning stretches.
"Today is the day."
>You've gone through many training montages, but this was the real test.
>This was going to separate the men from the ponies.
>Proceed with your daily ritual of the Triple S and a healthy breakfast of oats and nanners.
>Once finished, you leave the comfort of your home, knowing there's a possibility you may never return to its warming welcome.
>The ponies you pass shutter in fear and avoid eye contact with you.
>A familiar figure sits on a park bench, wearing a trench coat.
"Thought you wouldn't show up." You say to the figure.
>"I wouldn't miss it for the world. It's time I finally put you in your place."
"Big words for such a shy pony, aye Flutters?"
>Fluttershy stands up, tossing off her trench coat to reveal a red jump suit.
>"Just lay down the board and beat, Imma show you how it's done."
>You pull out an over-sized boombox and place some cardboard down.
>"You remember the deal right?"
"Yeah yeah, if I lose I'm your sex slave. If you lose you supply me with a fat cat."
>"Why do you want a fat cat so badly?"
>Turn to Fluttershy while relinquishing a heavy sigh.
"Because I'm in the business for fat cats that I can name Momo or Meatball."
>She stares at you queerly.
>"Really? That's the reason?"
".... It's also so I can make fat pussy jokes ok?"
>"Whatever, let's just get started."
>Anyone who was in the park is now circled around you and Fluttershy.
>Turn the volume up to 11 on that shit, it's about to get wild.
>Press play.
http://youtu.be/eH3giaIzONA?t=1m26s
>Fluttershy and the rest of the crowd gives you a puzzled look.
>You kinda just sat there frozen as you realize your mistake.
>You hurriedly eject the tape.
"T-THAT'S FOR SOMETHING ELSE!" You nervously yell as red fills your cheeks.
>'They'll never understand my love of Whitney.' You think to yourself.
>Shakily pop in another tape.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9U2P1JKE8V8

1/?
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>>29001822
>Fluttershy begins to walk around the cardboard box, keeping eye contact with you the entire time.
>She begins to pop and lock.
>The crowd of gathered ponies are cheering her on.
>Her moves are impressive but amatuer at best.
>After she drops it, she clears the floor.
>Shake your limbs a little as a way to loosen up.
>You sea-walk around the box a little, making sure to show off your fingerless gloves.
>Drop to the ground and begin doing the worm.
>The crowd cheers with glee.
>'You've got this shit in the bag.' You think to yourself
>"Alright pretty boy, but can you handle this?"
>Fluttershy does a 360 no scope, double pits to chesty combo.
>She lands it perfectly.
>The crowd goes wild.
>You're left in complete awe.
>'There's only one move that could possibly beat that and you've never pulle it off.' You think to yourself as you feel the pressure building.
>The crowd of ponies focuses their attention back on to you.
>'Now or never.'
>Crack your knuckles and slowly walk up to the cardboard dance floor.
>The crowd is hushed in anticipation for your next move.
>You stare deeply into the eye of your competition.
>Quickly grab the boombox and sprint over to Fluttershy and start beating the shit out of her with it.
"FUCK YOU FLUTTERS! YOU PISS COLORED ASS FUCK SHIT BALLS!"
>You were never the best at insults... or dancing.
>Someone from the crowd pulls you off her.
"NO I NEED TO DO THIS! I'LL BE HER SEX SLAVE IF I LOSE." You plead as an attempt to get the pony to release you.
>Police ponies begin to tackle you as you try to get back over to Fluttershy.
"SHE SAID SHE WANTED TO DO BUTT STUFF! WITH MY BUTT!"
>You resist harder.
"SHE SAID AFTERWARDS I'D HAVE TO LOOK AT HER ANTIQUE FORK COLLECTION WHILE MASTURBATI-."
>A sudden stinging feeling hits the side of your neck and you become unconscious.
>Wake up to find your leg and arm motion restricted.
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>>29001826
>Check your surroundings and see that you're in Fluttershy's house.
"How the hell did I end up here?"
>"Oh they just l-let me take you to be a-all mine." She says while fluttering up to kiss you.
>Spit at her.
>"Now now, don't be such a grumpy head, mister."
>She pulls out a wooden box.
"That's not what I think it is, is it?"
>A wicked smile comes across her face.
>She opens the box to reveal, the antique fork collection.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO."
END

Been awhile boys hope you all still hate my stories. Cheers.
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>>28995720
That's physically impossible, you cant rape the willing
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>>29001832
Keep them coming!
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>>29004373
That comic sucks because inferior TwiDash.
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>>29001218
Think I'll do it in the next thread.
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black people are bad
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>>29004373
This is the best bump I've seen in a while, and believe me, I've seen a lot of bumps.
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>>29004855
some are
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>>29005037
Well it is Flutterrape
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>>29001822
Whitney Houston had an amazing voice
I am actually a fan

One thing I noticed thay you do is a sentence structure that is almost like an inverted sentence structure, or starting a sentence with a non-possessive action

I first noticed this when reading Nebulus' stories

Example:
>Shake your limbs a little as a way to loosen up.
Or
>Check your surroundings and see that you're in Fluttershy's house.

Not that I believe this is wrong, it just seems so jarring to me
It may not be so with other readers, and it does not detract from the plot in any way
This is just something I've noticed a couple of writers here do that becomes like a twitch to me while reading

That being said, the story was funny
Did not see that coming

Hey MDL, you should write a sad story
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>>29001832
Is this new, cuz it seems really familiar
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>>29007129
Yeah, it's a habit I've picked up over the years. To me it helps my stories flow a bit better in my head rather than creating a checklist of:
>You wake up.
>You walk to the toilet.
>You realise you don't have a toilet and that you actually live in 1940s Germany where the Russians are about to enter the Berlin and molest your sister.

I'll try and tone it down in future stories, thanks for pointing it out Slashywoozer.
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No it's a repost because I have finals and I saw the thread needed some sweet green lettering so I slapped my shit on here
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Mhm yes I see thank you for the input. I could do a sad story in fact I believe I had an unfinished sad story locked away somewhere in my pastebin. I've also been on and off writing a story that I might have end sadly but i dont know yet. I'm not much of a writer anymore desu, but again, thanks for your input.
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Is this page 10? Or just a fantasy?
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>>29010053
actually its page 5
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>>29010229
but seriously it's page 7
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I saw that 50SoY was working on a halloween thing, hopefully he comes back soon
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>>29011331
Doesn't he know Halloween was two months ago?!
What a sillybilly!
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>>29011450
that's when he started posting it though
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>>29010547
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Prompt:
"Fluttershy don't you suck my dick!"
>She hangs her head over it wit her mouth open.
"Nooooo....."
She inches closer and sticks her tongue out.
"NOOO!"
>In the nick of time Twilight and the gang are here. They'll have to believe you now!
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>>29013877
I mean, it won't suck itself
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>>29014234
Ponies that big and cuddly are definitely my fetish.
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>>28995720
You inspired me, friend. Kinda.
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"Guys. Seriously."
>"We're girls, Anon, but go on."
"Girls. Seriously, Fluttershy raped me."
>Twilight blinks.
>Then starts laughing, snorting occasionally as she does so.
>"Oh wow, good one, Anon!"
>The other mares around the crystal table (minus an absent Fluttershy) chuckle along with their friend.
>Rarity looks your way with a good-natured smile.
>"Anonymous, really, you said this was going to be a serious meeting!"
"This -is- serious, Rarity. I'm telling the truth, she raped me!"
>Her smile falters somewhat.
>"Yes yes, alright Anon, it was funny the first time, now what was this meeting actually supposed to be about?"
>You had expected this, so you place your box on the table.
"I know none of you are going to just believe me, that's fine, I know it's a hard sell--"
>"Yeah, no kidding" snorts Rainbow Dash.
"Thanks Rainbow, but I have proof."
>Rainbow raises an eyebrow at this, the mare still slouched in her crystal chair not showing much interest.
>You shove a hand into the box, the various objects within jostling about whilst you try to find your first hard evidence.
"Aha!"
>With a triumphant grin you extract a photograph, squeezed between your finger and thumb.
>You display it to everyone in the room, holding it at arms length and slowly panning it before them.
>Pinkie Pie gasps when she sees it.
>"Oooooh my gosh!"
>...
>"I don't get it."
>You deflate somewhat.
"Seriously? It's her breaking into my house!"
>You point the picture at yourself to double-check that you're showing the right one.
>Sure enough, there's Fluttershy, desperately crawling in through a downstairs window that you had left slightly ajar.
>She seems distressed, as she is clearly stuck.
>Rainbow rolls her eyes.
>"Whatever, she could be trying to climb out. Would explain why she looks so scared!"
>Applejack snickers.

1/?
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>>29016160
>You shoot her a dirty look and lay the photo down on the table face-up.
"She got stuck, actually. The window wasn't open wide enough and she's not very strong."
>"Yeah, well if that's the case, who's taking the photo?"
>You stare dumbly at Rainbow Dash.
"...I did?"
>"Why were you sneaking around taking creepshots of Fluttershy?"
>The other girls nod in agreement.
>"It -is- rather strange, darling."
>"I reckon there's somethin' you're not tellin' us there, Anon."
"Wh- she's breaking into my house! Who cares who took the picture?!"
>Rainbow continues to press you.
>"Not helping your case here Anon, did you hire someone to follow Fluttershy around and take pictures of her?"
>Her eyes narrow.
>"...Was it Featherweight? I always knew that kid was a freak."
>Rarity makes a noise in her throat.
>"Euch, I saw him outside my window once! I swear he was taking photos of me in the shower!"
"Don't you have curtains?"
>"A lady never shuts her curtains, Anonymous."
"Oh okay."
>...
"Wait hang on no what the fuck--"
>Rainbow throws her arms up.
>"Look, if you wanna take weird photos of Fluttershy leaving your house that's your choice Anon, but I just think it's creepy is all."
>This isn't working.
>You need more evidence.
>Ignoring the blue twit beside you, you delve back into your box of 'irrefutable evidence'.
>Your hands close around a book.
>Bingo.
>Pulling it out, you hesitate before opening.
>Take a deep breath.
>Then do so.
>You are greeted by pictures of yourself, naked of course, in various unaware poses.
>This is why you have blinds for your bathroom now.
"Featherweight may or may not have been taking pictures of you, Rarity, but Fluttershy definitely has!"
>You slide the open book across the table towards her.
>She doesn't look at it, instead giving you a bewildered look.
>"Fluttershy's been taking pictures of me?!"
"No I mean-- no, Christ, just read the fucking book."
>Rarity's eyes glance down at the bare pages.
>Her jaw drops.

2/?
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>>29016164
>She says nothing.
>Pinkie appears at her shoulder and reads over it, her already latent smile widening a great deal.
>"Ooo! Nice photos, Nonnerpuss! You one of those weird arty people that draws butts and stuff?"
>Rarity shakes her head.
>"Anonymous this is -disgusting-!"
"It is! Fluttershy--"
>"Why would you make a photo album of yourself NAKED?!"
"I DIDN'T MAKE THE BOOK! FLUTTERSHY DID!"
>"YOU MADE FLUTTERSHY TAKE PHOTOGRAPHS OF YOU NAKED?!"
"NO! SHE DID IT ON HER OWN!"
>Rarity pretends to faint, hitting the crystalline floor with a worrying 'crack'.
>Pinkie, not seeming to care, slides in to replace the seat's previous owner.
>"I think it's great! Do you do collabs or anything?"
"Pinkie please."
>"That a yes please or a no please? Should I bring oil? I have a lot of oil."
"Ju--"
>"Vegetable, sunflower, olive. You name it Anon, and I am -there-."
>She gives you a big wink.
>Deep breaths, Anon.
>Calm breaths.
"Hoookay. Fluttershy took the pictures, Fluttershy made the book."
>Twilight, having been oddly silent for a while, leans forwards.
>"If the book belongs to Fluttershy, why do you have it now?"
"Oh, um."
>You fidget with the rim of the cardboard box.
"I came by it."
>"Did... you steal Fluttershy's private property?"
"Even if I did, why does that matter?! It's a weird book full of naked photos of me! That's gotta be illegal!"
>"I don't know about that, I'd have to read up on it, but theft is deadly serious, Anon."
"God dammit, I have more evidence just let me--"
>"Is it stolen?"
"Shut up, Twilight."
>"So can I get an answer on the oils real quick?"
"SHUT UP, PINKIE."
>You need to start bringing out the big guns.
>A carefully written letter in an open envelope is roughly pulled from the box and plucked out by you.
>Angrily.
>Your eyes dart over the text to confirm what it is.
"There it is."
>You toss the paper into the middle of the table.
"Actual written evidence of Fluttershy's actions."

3/?
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>>29016166
>Twilight levitates the letter over to herself and reads it aloud.
>" 'Let it be known to all who read this letter that I, Fluttershy, did hereby commit aggressive sexual assault upon one Anonymous on the twenty-second of March, thirteen eighty-eight. ' "
>She seems surprised.
>"This happened two weeks ago?"
"Uh, yeah?"
>"Well I have a few issues here."
"Go on?"
>"First of all, this isn't a letter, it's a confession, so she was wrong there. Next, you're supposed to sign confessions with your name and signature once you end them to verify that it's you, and finally, sexual assault isn't rape."
>She looks to you and smiles.
>"So relax! It wasn't rape!"
>...
"THAT'S WHAT YOU THINK IS WRONG HERE?!"
>She loses the smile.
>"Geez Anon, I'm just saying, no need to--"
>"Hooold up."
>Rainbow Dash swipes the document from Twilight and skim-reads it with a bored expression.
>"Yeah that's probably not Fluttershy's writing."
>She crumples up the paper and tosses it over her shoulder.
>"Next."
>You smirk.
"Jokes on you, faggot, that's not even the original copy. I made hundreds."
>"Why would you make hundreds of copies of a rape confession?"
>Your eye twitches.
"Glad to see you taking Fluttershy's side in all this, Rainbow, I suppose a friend as loyal as you would stick by her side no matter what evidence was put forward. Even if the evidence was THIS!"
>You slam a magic crystal on the table.
>Twilight is intrigued.
>"Is that a sonic storage gem; a magical gemstone used to record sound that can be hidden in a pocket or in a place it can't be found so that you can obtain a secret vocal recording of something someone might say?"
"Yeah! It... oh. Uh, thanks for explaining that in unnecessary detail."
>You stand in silence, the energy of the moment sucked out of you.
>Pinkie coughs into her hoof.
>You scratch the back of your head and reach forwards.
"Uh, anyway."
>And press the crystal with your finger.

4/?
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>>29016175
>Fluttershy's voice echoes throughout the room.
>' Ahh! Oh Angel Bunny, I can't wait to get started today! '
>' What am I doing, you ask? Oh, why I'm going to molest Anonymous, of course! '
>' I beg your pardon? Repeat that again whilst leant closer to that stylish, though unusually bulky hat you're wearing for no discernible reason? '
>' Of course I can! Ahem, I am going to molest Anonymous! And I'm going to get away with it as well because I'm the Element of Kindness, and no one will suspect me! It's the perfect crime! '
>The recording ends.
>You silently thank Angel Bunny.
"So there it is. Undeniable evidence that Fluttershy raped me."
>Twilight looks between you and the crystal.
>"...Just because she said she was going to do it, doesn't mean she did it. Also she clearly said -molest-, not rape."
"WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE?!"
>Twilight shuts her eyes and holds up a hoof like smug nerdy assholes do when they're about to school plebians on the difference between Dragons and Wyverns.
>"Rape is only performed when penetration occurs, and since Fluttershy doesn't have a penis she legally cannot commit rape."
"Funny you should say that, you tremendous bitch of a horse."
>You calmly reach into the box and set a delicate glass vial down.
"Zebra potion. Specially made by our 'good friend' Zecora. Grants the imbiber male genitals for six hours."
>You narrow your eyes.
"Six very, very long hours."
>Twilight looks away from you with a huff, folding her forelegs across her chest and leaning back in her chair.
>"...Imbiber isn't a word..."
"Gonna fucking strangle you you little shi--"
>"I gotta question."
>You pause and look to Applejack.
"Yes?"
>"What kinda stallion would turn down Fluttershy?"
>Stare at her.
>"I mean, I'm a mare and I'd roll around in the hay with Fluttershy."
>She nods at the bottle.
>"'Specially if I had some'a that in me. Or her. I ain't too picky."
>...
"Jesus Applejack don't ever talk again."

5/?
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>>29016178
>Pinkie raises her hoof.
"Pinkie."
>"So Rarity's still kinda dead over here, I think she hit her head pretty hard on the way down, should we call a doctor or something? Also I still need an answer about the oils."
"We'll deal with Rarity later, also no."
>"No to the oils? So we're still doing the photoshoot?"
"There is no photoshoot."
>"Pretty sure I was promised a photoshoot."
"I didn't promise you dick!"
>"Well no you didn't, but I sure wouldn't turn it down if you did."
"Fu--"
>You do a double take.
>Pinkie bounces her eyebrows at you.
>Shuffle away from her side of the table, dragging the cardboard box with you.
>Come on, Anon, there's gotta be something in here that'll convince them!
>You stare down at the last remaining item in your arsenal.
>Here goes nothing.
"Well since nothing else convinced you assholes, I suppose this won't either."
>You hold it up and show the girls.
>They regard it with confusion.
>Twilight is the first to speak.
>"What is it, exactly?"
"Just a crumpled pair of my underpants saturated with her 'juices'. I was thinking like, DNA evidence or something."
>Rainbow Dash sniffs in the general direction of the pants.
>"Yeah, that's Fluttershy."
>Pinkie squints at them.
>"And those look like the super-special pair of undies I got you for your birthday! You said you'd never ever let anyone see them because they're girly and stupid and have hearts on them!"
>She gasps.
>"You locked those in a box under your bed! You told me and told me not to tell anyone but then I might have told Fluttershy! Fluttershy can't have come across those unless she stole them!"
>Twilight bangs her hooves on the table.
>"And she's got the perfect cover for her crimes! She's the Element of Kindness, not the Element of Stealing Underpants!"
"...Seriously."
>The girls (sans Applejack) come to the same realisation.
>They all stand up (sans Applejack) and shout in unison (sans Applejack):
>"Fluttershy stole Anon's underpants!"

6/?
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>>29016184
>Twilight glowers at you.
>"Anon. This is a -very- serious breach of the law. Thank you for bringing this to our attention."
"Seriously."
>"Fluttershy is our friend, yes, but the law must be respected at all times."
>Twilight sighs heavily, shaking her head.
>"To think we all knew her so well..."
>The alicorn fixes you with a steady, resolute expression.
>"Even though you got your underpants back, she will be brought to justice, Anonymous. I swear it."
"No, seriously."
>The ponies (sans Applejack) all rush from the room.
>You stand awkwardly, evidence of rape scattered all over the table.
>Applejack, still sat in her chair, stares at you.
>Her eyes dart to the still unconscious(?) Rarity, then back to you.
>"I'm gonna do things to Rarity when you're gone. You know it. I know you know it. Let's just agree to not talk about it when she wakes up. Deal?"
"O-okay."
>"Alright then. You just being moseyin' on outta here now, Anon."
>You back away from the table and walk towards the door the other girls rushed through.
>Looking back over your shoulder, you see Applejack smearing on black lipstick, and putting her hat on Rarity's head.

>All things said and done, Twilight's still right though.
>Stealing is super wrong.
>Don't do it.

7/7
The End.

Hope you all got a giggle out of it.

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>>29016193
As always really enjoy your stories
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>>29016193
Stealing is wrong eh?
Well... then call me the identity rapist.
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>>29016977
the FUCK is that?
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>>29016977
Humanity was a mistake.
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>>29016999
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>>29016193
meravigliosa.
>>
Musical bump
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IoRcLYTijRw
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Alright boys, lemme throw you a curve ball:
Womb assassination.
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>>29018830
wut
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>>29016977
What the hell did I just read?
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>>29016193
I probably would have laughed more if I wasn't so drunk.
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>>28876204
Speaking of Flutterrape, does anyone have the audio file that appears at 12:42 of this video?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yuhKVqPOfPg&t=768s
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>>29019469
You could probably look through
old Fluttertied threads and find something
similar
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>>28977067
Buckle down and finish her off then.
What's really stopping you?
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page 10 bump
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bump
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>>29016977
Uhhh
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>>29010547
>one day and 23 hours ago
>>29013409
>one day and 16 hours ago
>literally a 7 hour difference go figure
>"what is a time difference"
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>>29023014
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>>29023014
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>>28962236
>robot sex isn't kinky
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>>29023014
Fluts, ur such a perv.

>Anon decides to embrace casual nudity.
>Mares can barely compose themselves and go out of their way to bump into Anon, only to be like permavirigins who far and cum mare juice all over the place.
>Any given store Anon walks in has to constantly put up Slip Caution signs to keep from getting sued.
>Filles be slipping all in mare sin nectar because of this.
>Sweetie Bell accidently gets addicted to Rarity's sploosh.
>Ponyville because a state of degenerate ruin all because Anon decided to assimilate in Ponyville casual nudity culture.


I need this.
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>>29021337
That number tho
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>>29024466
That double dub tho
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New Thread Soon. I call dibs.

Its been awhile since I did it
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>helicoptering your dick for curious mares.
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>>29025174
Go for it. I grow bored of doing it!
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>>29025174
Cadence a shit
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>>29025174
What does she even have to be
so mad about in her life
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>>29025285
This sort of shit.
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>>29025293
holy shit i'm fucking dying
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>>29025174
Priest, we're waitin' on ya! Need a thread to bump!
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>>29025656
And as I say that, I checked the catalog. You forgot to guide us!

>>29025287
>>29025287
>>29025287
Thread posts: 494
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