>You will never bully fluttershy

>>29702277
Fluttershy is off limits to bullying
I'm a Shimmerfag but I wanted to punch her when she was bullying Fluttershy. She is too innocent and hasn't ever done anything bad.

>>29702277
You don't know that.

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>>29702277
You are right on that one, I will dote her and be nice to her.

>>29702290
Wats dote

>>29702290
>Fluttershy will never rub your belly

>>29702277
Yeah because I'm Chris browning her.

>>29702290
underwear when?

>>29702290
spike is having the time of his life

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>>29703561
'Doting' on someone means to treat them in a caring way, but maybe overdoing it a little. Like pulling someone's chair out so they can sit down, not because they need you to, but just because you want to show them how much you love them.

>>29702290
No red rocket edit?

Of course not. She's waifu.

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>>29702277
For those dubs

>And there she is
>The opening you look forward to every day
>That time where that pink haired chick is alone
>You can't really understand this...
>This feeling you get when you see her grip her books close to her chest as she hides her face with her hair.
>How she seems to be shrinking whenever someone passes by her
>She's like a little lamb...
>It's beyond a feeling, it's a need, an instinct. You want to torment this girl, to see more of her, you want to be the cause of her trembling like a little rabbit
>You walk through the sea of students, like a beast stalking its prey.
>And where the crowd thins, and the lockers find themselves tucked into a corner, you move to strike.
>Her back is turned to you. she opens her locker, still unaware of your presence.
"Didn't you learn from last time?" Your voice comes out slightly gravely, though your intend is to sound as normal as possible.
>You notice her frame stiffen with a "EEP" before she starts shaking.
>She doesn't turn around
>"P-Please, I-I-I... just... m-m-."
"Didn't your parents teach you good manners?" You scoff "Not even turning around to face me... unbelievable."
>She clearly tries her best to remain as calm as possible
>She fails miserably.
>But she's a good sport, she turns around to face you, though she seems to keep her eyes locked on your shoes.
>You admit, they are nice shoes, but still...
"What did I tell you last time?"
>She mumbles.
>You step closer towards her, she hits her back lightly on her locker.
>You grin wolfishly.
"I didn't quite hear you, can you speak louder?"
>"I n-need to p-pay..."
"Indeed you do. The toll is a measly dollar, aren't I just so cheap?"
>"T-That's n-n-not right... I use my locker t-three times a-a-a day..."
>Truthfully, that's a free 3 dollars every day, that's 69 dollars a month.
>That's great value for an unemployed high schooler.
>Plus... 69.
>She's still hiding her face, though you notice the floor beneath her getting dotted.

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>>29704379

>"I... I-I don't have money..."
"What are you, poor? who doesn't have a dollar? A single Washington?"
>You press her, knowing full well you're the reason she's strapped for what's pretty much not even lunch money.
>She tries to move, but you block her by forcibly hitting the locker with your hand.
>You click your tongue as she practically jumps.
>You're now invading her personal space and relishing in it.
>You use your other hand to lightly keep her in place, between you and the lockers.
>At this point you can hear light sobbing coming from the girl.
>Your heart beats faster as your eyes glint.
"Now what will I do with such a poor girl? The toll must be payed..."
>You brush her shoulder with your thumb, making her squirm helplessly.
>"P-Please..."
>You aren't going to do anything physical here, that was never the plan, you're a bully, not a rapist, but she obviously doesn't know that you only seek her emotional torment.
"How a useless girl like you managed a body like this, is downright criminal."
>You move your hand to her chin and force her to meet your still grinning face.
>Her face, oh her face.
>Tears are practically flowing freely now, her cheeks red and nose scrunched.
>She closes her eyes, afraid.
>Like a small animal... too scared to do anything.
"Now, what to do, what to do. You need to pay."
>She sobs, but shakily nods.
"But you don't have the money..."
>She shakes her head lightly.
"So what can a pretty girl like you do to pay?"
>You see her lips tremble, her eyes opening slightly.
>"I-I-I'll pay... p-please... I-If you let me go, I'll p-pay double..."
>You wait a beat, let her stew in her uncertainty.
>You brush some of her tears away.
"That sounds fair..."
>You can practically feel her relief.
"But I'll need some form of insurance..."
>"W-What?"
"I can't just open up a tab without some form of collateral, you know?" You reach a hand to her still open locker and pull out something.

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>>29704386

>A notebook.
>She reacts immediately and reaches an arm towards it.
>You keep it from her, pushing her towards the locker.
>"P-Please, no... need... I n-need it..."
>You flip it open.
>HA! is this poems and shit?
"If you need it, then come tomorrow you'll pay double, understand?" Your voice is even, but commanding.
>You don't need to raise your voice to turn this girl into a pile of shivering tears.
>She nods, using her books to cover her face.
"Do you understand?"
>"Y-Yes."
"Then get outta here."
>You push yourself from the lockers and watch as she runs away sobbing.
>Girl didn't even close her locker...
>You don't waste any time in closing it, before opening the one right next to hers.
>Namely, yours.
>You both the notebook inside and close it.
>You make your way trough the hallway with a spring to your step.
>You lick your palm.
>And savor the salty tears you coaxed out of that girl.

>>29702277
If I wanted to hear from an asshole, I would have farted.

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>>29704379
>>29704386
>>29704391
Holy shit man, that was brutal, pls continue.

>>29703799

There is really a meme site just called memes.com?

Cont plz

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>>29704391
I need more of this.

>>29702277
>You sit in the corner of the cafeteria by yourself like you always do.
>Long ago, you might have wanted to join a group, wistfully looking over to the other tables in an attempt to catch someone’s attention and get invited to their table.
>Long ago, you probably would have acted surprised at the forwardness, cautiously walking over and taking your seat among the strange faces all the while meekly and stutteringly introducing yourself.
>Your name is Fluttershy, you would have said after a few false starts, earning a couple of nods and polite smiles, and you’re thankful for invitation.
>They would have liked you, wouldn’t they?
>They would have accidently found you the next day, and the one after that, gleefully asking if you wouldn’t like to share a table again.
>It’s always so cramped during lunch hour, and so hard to find decent people to enjoy your food with, so why not sit together again?
>Soon enough, you’d have become a regular, taking your regular seat at your regular table and happily gossiping with your newfound peers.
>They’re not always the easiest to talk to, but who is nowadays?
>For what it’s worth, they’d always make you feel welcome and give you a chance to eat your lunch in peace while listening to their stories, happily offering to swap desserts or help you with your leftovers.
>A warm sense of familiarity would have fallen over you, informing you that you finally found a place to feel protected.
>Long ago, you might have had friends.
>Not that it matters anymore.
>You eat alone, your sight kept firmly on your food and your face half hidden between curtains of pink hair.
>You don’t even eat much anymore, the painfully cold knot in your stomach making it impossible to do so most days.
>You don’t look up, hoping that avoiding any and all chances for eye contact will somehow save you from having to interact with people.
>With him.

>>29708064
>"Hey!"
>The hand slamming on the table in front of you startles you, the sudden sound and unexpected closeness almost making you drop your untouched sandwich.
>Panic - sheer and utter panic crushes through your mind and body, both from the shock and the hauntingly familiar voice calling out.
>If you’d have eaten anything at all today, you surely would have thrown up right now.
>Your heart racing in your chest and your entire body shaking, you try to sink deeper into your chair, as if you could escape if you could just ignore him long enough, as if you could somehow flee by just disappearing under the table.
>"Oh Fluttershy…"
>His voice is an oily slick singsong, betraying his smile even before you manage to muster enough strength to look up.
>Your hands let go of your sandwich, the carefully and lovingly assembled lunch your mom made you falling onto the table in an unsightly heap of wasted sustenance.
>"Fluttershy…"
>The edge of your vision is starting to blur, the familiarly stinging sensation forcing you to blink in an attempt to avoid embarrassing yourself even more.
>"Look at me", he commands, any hint of playfulness snuffed from his voice and replaced with a cold, razor-sharp hostility.
>You can’t suppress the whimper as you slowly peek up.
>His large hands - each of them probably big enough to grab hold of your entire head easily - rest on the table, supporting his frame as he is bending over you, looking down with his familiar sneer.
>But behind it, behind the tissue-thin veneer of a smirk you can see the malice threatening to spill over.
>Like a predator successfully corning its prey, he looms over you, a shark smile on his lips and the knowledge of his absolute and uncontestable power twinkling in his eyes.
>"You know what I want, don’t you Fluttershy?" he asks, still pointedly hushed, pointedly off-key.
>"You haven’t forgotten?"

>>29708073
>You try to shake your head no, but all you manage is to continue staring into his eyes, shaking like a meek animal and biting back tears.
"…"
>The sound that comes out of your mouth is nothing but a meager squeak.
>"What was that?"
>You swallow hard, focusing your entire will - at least the part not paralyzed by fear and still obeying you - to form the syllable.
"…no."
>"Good!"
>Another outburst, accompanied by two giant hands slapping the table, the thunderous crack making you flinch and covering your head.
>As you try to ignore the hot sensation streaming down your cheeks, you feel two sets of giant fingers closing around your wrists.
>Exerting just the tiniest amount of pressure, he pulls your arms away from your face.
>Even if you weren’t sobbing right now, even if your arms and legs didn’t feel like jelly, you’d have no resistance to offer him.
>He leans down, his face now centimeters away, his sneer replaced by a much colder, much harder expression.
>"Then give me my money."
>He doesn’t have to yell, he doesn’t have to shriek, he doesn’t even have to forcefully intone the syllables.
>He whispers the words.
>And all the threads he could make - all the painful sensations he could inflict on you - are implied within them.
>As soon as he lets go of your hands, you hastily fumble for your wallet with shaking hands, your tear-filled vision making it hard to see what you’re doing.
>Finally managing to pull the damned thing free, you pull it open and throw it onto the table, the image of the brightly colored synthetic fiber with the cute, printed-on animals blurring as you continue to silently cry.
>Like a scavenger picking through the bones of a rotten carcass, he makes quick work of your wallet, pulling out the couple of coins and bills your mom had put in there for you with practiced movements.

>>29702290
>>29702277
>Literally designed to be bullied.

>>29708083
>Satisfied, he leans back.
>"Thanks, Flutters" he grins "knew I could count on you."
>Your lower lip is quivering, your mind working hard to stop yourself from loudly bursting into a crying fit and alerting everyone within the cafeteria to what just happened.
>You’re trying but it’s quickly becoming a losing battle.
>"See you next week then?"
>He turns to leave, but not before making a large, swiping motion across the table and spilling your cup of iced tea into your lap.
>With the cold, sticky, sugary-sweet liquid running down your legs and slowly seeping into your clothes, you bury your head into your arms, trying to muffle the sounds while sobbing into them.

Why did you make me write this?

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>>29708096
Well you can't stop there now

>>29704391
>>29708096
Oh boy, two writefags! Why do I want green of fluttershy getting bullied? What is wrong with me?

>>29702277

Good. I don't want to bully the Fluttershy, she is a cutie and watches anime, making her best weebponygirl.

>>29706579
>Pic Related
kekerinno

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>>29702290
I don't want to bully fluttershy, I want to bully the fag who uses dote in a sentence. You sound like a sunday school nancy boy.

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>>29708096
I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT

>>29708504
Because you secretly want it to end nicely.

>>29708089
*designed to be bred

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>>29709580
Maybe he's just
*tips fedora*
respectful towards women
hmmm?

>>29709755
omg this

>>29702277
I don't want to bully fluttershy, I want to build her up.

˃no rape yet

>>29702277
why the blue berry black magic buffalo fuck muffins would i ever want to bully fluttershy?

also, i'm getting tired of picking all the pictures with store fronts...

>>29702277
>You will never bully her tits.

>>29711936
not sure if this is meant to imply bullying her for her tits or actually pushing and punching her tits (or something like that)

>>29711956
The latter.

>>29712020
rather than violently assaulting her tits, they should be pampered and caressed... repeatedly.

>>29712037
That's what I meant.

>>29712057
well then you can take a turn after i'm done.

>>29711868
wait, why your text isn't green?

>>29703561
He means 'dota'. He's gonna play DotA with yellowquiet

>>29712732
I want to scream russian profanities at scared but clueless Fluttershy in DotA and bully her for playing like shit.

>>29702277
>>29706579

I want to bully and make Fluttershy's life miserable to the point where she considers suicide

>>29712732
>you will never tell Twilight that magic sucks

porn when

>>29716564

>>29716564
this

>>29719220

>>29702277
>implying anyone here won't be the one bullied

i want to play tambourine with buttershush

>>29721199
I want play along with Fluttershy's attempts at bullying to make her feel more confident.

Wait, wasn't there already a green about that? Or was it Twilight

>>29721206
>wasn't there already a green about that?
Yes, there is.

>Or was it Twilight
Both.

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>>29721201
Be warned, she plays very aggressively.

>>29722092
Any links?

>>29722498
http://pastebin.com/tNGcwGq6

>>29722611
Thanks, friend.