Flutterrape 30/3/17

>>29765646
Is it that time?

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For when we're resting at the bottom

>>29765646
>Still have to spoonfeed greentexting

I claim this thread in the name of Cadance

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Yeeeah, work that grill baby

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>>29766312
I'm sorry, Princess Cadenza lacks the qualifications to be thread pony. Dr. Fluttershy is a tenured member of thread faculty. Please come back after Princess Cadenza's been published in a peer-reviewed journal at least three times.

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>>29766392
That is a pretty adorable doctor.

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>>29766188
Arrr, ye best be gettin' ta' mannin' that grill, lass.


To the Anon that was going to review my story last thread: I'm happy to hear you liked it, hope it made you smile.

It's time f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-rape

Alright friends, as I'm sure none of you remember; today is sacrifice day!
Exactly one year ago, we discovered the true power of the dolphin overlord, and we sacrificed an annoying ass cricket in his honor. We were probably saved from his blood lust/regular lust. Or something.
Anyways, someone find a cricket or something of greater value for the dolphin overlord, and happy Overlord Day!

>>29767732
I have a house cat, but I'm rather attached to it.

>>29767747
You could just, like, sacrifice a little bit of it or something.
You could always sacrifice yourself if you really wanna.

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>>29767467
Facebook doesn't exist in Equestria, nobody can Facebook Rape anyone.

I googled 'Frape', thinking it was fucking nothing, but no... turns out it's whatever the hell constitutes as 'Facebook Rape'.

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>>29767020
Just thought I'd stop by and apologize for not reading it until the thread was finally on its deathbed, it's always refreshing to see a more sizable story being posted and it deserves at least a reply for the effort.

It was a good read; a story managing to keep Twilight's autism without going full on cringe writing reminded me of the good old days when calling Twilight best horse didn't feel like a huge "I suck hasbro dick" cop out.
And I like that you took the rape aspect from a different angle than usual, even if it came off like a bit of a afterthought in the overall plot, it left room for Anon to have actual chemistry with the main character for once instead of just avoiding interactions altogether like the typical Fluttershy formula usually entails.

Short, sweet, and to the point; a one-shot I wouldn't mind reading again.

>>29768299
Shit I thought you were dead.

>>29768299
Smudgey-chan

>>29768056
french rape

>>29768299
>even if it came off like a bit of a afterthought in the overall plot

That's because it actually was. I'd written the whole story up until that point and suddenly thought "shit, I forgot this was Flutterrape."

Hence why it seems a bit 'tacked on', though that's a problem that's been present in quite a few of my stories in the past; I often get lost writing my stories and only near the end do I realise that I have to make it relevant to the thread.

Ah well. I'm still happy to hear you liked it, Smudger.

>>29765646
>https://desustorage.org
Does someone even read the OP anymore?

>>29769104
it's desuarchive now right?

>>29769104
Oh wow, that's pretty out of date.

I've updated the OP, you can see it here:
https://pastebin.com/ED2h9S01

(Been years since I logged onto the FR master account)

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>>29769206
Ive been here a few years and I never knew we had this much of a presents on FIMfiction

Good thing Im to old for change, so I will just complain how dead we are

>>29769484
It's a recent thing. Blame Priest, it was his idea.

I've also updated the requests bin:
http://pastebin.com/rZU1Hbqy

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bump

Okay, so we didn't sacrifice anything today. We didn't realy post anything either. We'll get em' next year boys, hopefully the dolphin will be kind to our anuses.

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>>29772169
I mean I don't really have anything I could sacrifice on hand.

>>29772272
>not placing a Fluttershy in the middle

>>29772586
Sorry to dissapoint but I didn't make that.

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I have some shit coming this weekend.

>>29769530
Ayy really long time lurker here.
Just want you to know you're literally the funniest writer on this board Neb.

>>29772169
I sacrificed my dignity by posting under a trip without providing content, if that counts?

>>29772796
Thanks buddy.

>>29772633
>1382 lines.
Sweet Christ, Priest.

>>29771879
Vet de shit...

Flutterrape is for chumps, real men read Reversed Gender Roles.

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>>29773318
Implication being Fluttershy wrote a book about having a sexy human butler, and Luna published it I guess.

>>29773926
>Why not both.jpg

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>>29773926
>>29774139

>>29774400
Seriously why hasn't this been done before, seems like it would fit nicely here.

>>29774586
I think it has been a few times, but in a very softcore fashion, the reversed gender roles being not very important in the plot. Kind of surprising to me as well though.

>>29773318
>>29773978
You can always read the story itself and find out
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/248268/the-lusty-human-butler

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> "Bend over..."

> "Now."

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>>29774962
"Why, something on my head?"

>>29774139
How many people here read more than just Flutterrape? Crossposters report in.

>>29776356
I spend a lot of time in rgre.

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>>29776356
rgre, magicless anonymous & low self esteem poner(last two are pretty slow)

Used to browse satyr and royal guard, but both are kinda too much autism for me

>>29776575
Ditto+ tech isn't magic and anon thread

>When you check your emails after god-knows how long and see that someone contacted you thanking you for your comments on their story.
>1 and a half years ago.

If you're still here Zig Zag, I hope you're doing well.

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>>29779334
You email your love to him?
I mean... Awesome and all, but... damn, I feel like I should step it up.

I love you too ZigZag. I've re-read your Tree Hugger story again recently cause it tickles me.

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So that was an experience.
And an excuse for some /pol/ stories...

>>29780129
That was a lot of fun honestly.

I missed you, Flutterrape.

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Sure is a lot more traffic now, hope the thread isn't dead in the morning.

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>>29780129
>TFW /mlpol/ actually somehow worked...

>>29779773
Is the TH story a FR one? If so, gib links plz.

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>>29781387
Yes it's FR.
https://pastebin.com/L4iEPbTg

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>>29781596

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>Fluttershy uses some magic to encapsulate your virginity
>Would you attempt to get it hack?

>>29782009
I haven't lost my virginity because I never lose!

>>29782098
Said reply #69.

>>29782567
Virginity can be kept during a 69.
Blowjobs, while awesome, don't count.

>>29781596
>boner
yes.
>>29782098
>virginity
It's a joke.

>>29771879
So was this how she funds all her fetish guesses.

>>29783333
CHECKED!

>>29782098
My sides

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Well, there's no time like the present. Time to dump some green. Im going to apologize and say all of Anon's dialogue is greentexted, but there's just so much that I couldn't justify going to fix it all.

let's go.

>Morning off
>When you open your eyes, you stare at the ceiling with a blank expression. Your limbs feel sore. Your throat feels empty. Your eyes feel heavy. The muscles in your arms and shoulders feel held down, as if a phantom clutched to them tightly, pulling you down. Breaking you down. Ripping you apart.
>Grabbing your spare pillow, you pull it close to you and roll on your side. Closing your eyes, you pull the pillow close. You feel the thoughts running through your head, but refuse to give them meaning by saying them aloud.
>You take a deep breath and let it out slowly.
>Opening your eyes again, you attempt to take a second chance at the outside world. Looking out your window, you see that the sun refuses to come out to play today. Instead, he stays at home, locked up behind an overcast sky. With the frigid winter months upon you, the room is still dark, almost as if the day were just as dark as the night.
>You ponder to yourself if today is a day worth going into the outside world. All that lies out there is stress. Hardship. Pain. Not that life is about avoiding pain... it's more... how much pain are you willing to suffer through today?
>There are three soft knocks at the front door, but you refuse.
>No, you can't do it today.
>You can't get up. You can't get out of bed. You won't do it. The inner child within you, screaming out, thrashing against the floor in protest. You scold yourself. How childish you are. How pathetic you are. Get up. Answer the door.
>But you can't. Everyone needs a chance to break once in awhile. You just... can't.

1/A Fucking Lot

>>29784276
>You hear the door click open from downstairs and you sigh to yourself. Fluttershy's here now. Just as you knew she would. She doesn't give up. She never will give up. If only you had that sort of determination.
>You do, just not today. Take a deep breath, Anon. It gets better.
>Her hoofsteps echo up the stairwell as you stare outside. She stops outside of your bedroom door, quiet. She quietly trots over to your bedside.
>"Go away," you croak with a dry voice.
>She remains silent as she sits on the bed beside you. Fluttershy places a hoof on your shoulder and gently caresses it. You close your eyes, as a feeling runs through your body like something warm, blood-like, is trickling through your torso.
>"Fine. What's your guess?" you mutter.
>Fluttershy hums, not moving from your bedside.
>"No guess today," she says. "Just relax."
>You look down to the yellowing-white of your pillow case and exhale a breath that feels like toxin.
>"Would," she says quietly, before she pulls her hoof away. "Would you prefer if I left?"
>You turn your head to the mare who sits on the bedside, looking down at you. She looks down at you, biting her lip and her eyes focused on your face. She holds her hooves together, fidgeting.
>"I don't want to be alone," you murmur.
>She nods as you look away from her in shame. How dare you relent to her? What is your problem? Are you aware of all the things she's done to you? All the ways she's invaded your privacy?
>"Then, you won't," she says gently, placing a hoof back on your shoulder. "And I won't do anything you won't tell me to. Nopony has to know about taking this morning's guess off."
>A slight smile creeps on the edges of your lips as you look back outside. You feel another shiver run through your body as you pull the pillow closer.
>"Thanks," you whisper.
>
>----------------------
>
>oviposition
>
2/?

>>29784284
> Sometimes, you just have a really bad feeling that sits in your gut. That feeling that the shoe is just about to drop and shit is going to get really bad, really fast.
>Today is that day. Today is that feeling. Today, shit is gonna get weird. And when you open your eyes to the bright, beaming sun of another day in Equestria, it's all you can do to hold yourself together.
>The good news, is that you know something really, really weird is going to happen. But, here's the rub: How are you going to stop it?
>Should you get out of bed? Should you run for your life? Should you get a gun? Should you stay in the bathtub all day? Or is that just what Fluttershy wants you to do?
>You rise out of bed, and to your luck, your body is still intact. You move to your closet to quickly throw on some clothes, and to your luck, it doesn't seem like your clothes have been tampered with or as if anything is missing.
>One step at a time, Anon. Deep breaths. You wipe a bead of sweat from your forehead as you peek out the doorway of your bedroom. The stairs don't seem to be covered in lubricant, so you tip-toe downstairs. Nothing's on fire, so you move to the kitchen.
>You grab a protein bar and suddenly have a fantastic idea. There is one unifying thing that brings every one of these chapters together. Three knocks on a door. Most of the time, your front door. She can't perform without a front door! Or at least, that seems to make sense at this very moment.
>Moving to the front door after slamming that motha fucking li- erm- protein bar, you throw it open.
>Suddenly, you are pulled forward by the waist onto the front yard by some sort of magic spell, and placed into a set of old fashioned stocks. You know, those weird locking mechanisms that lock over your neck and wrists to hold you in place. Except, these stocks are locked in to the ground. So now, you're locked, ass up, and vulnerable.
>"This can't be good," you whisper.
3/?

>>29784294
>Then, Fluttershy trots forward within your vision, smiling widely.
>"Silly Anon! I don't need to knock on the door to do fetish guesses! Besides! I have a bunch for you today!"
>"If you lay a single fucking finger on me, bitch. I'm going to end you."
>"I don't have fingers, Anon," Fluttershy says happily. "So consider it done! First! I wanted to know if Futa is your fetish?"
>You glare at her angrily.
>"No, of course it isn't that's stupid. Didn't you already do that?"
>"That's not the point, Anon. I'm really bad at managing my list of fetishes. I mean, I did clothes and tentacles twice too," she says whipping out a large sheet of parchment from behind her wing. "But trust me, it's important for this. So! Are changelings your fetish?"
>As she says this, a tall black alicorn begins to walk into your view. Except, she seems... odd. Her eyes are green, her hooves, wings... and even her horn is filled with holes. And her wings seem almost translucent. Oh my God, it's Queen Chrysalis. And lo' and behold. She has... what could only be described as a massive futa cock.
>"I'm sure you can see where this is going, Anonymous," hisses the Changeling in a proud, seductive tone.
>"No, I don't," you mutter. "But I sure hope this is where it ends...."
>"Nope!" Fluttershy says happily. "So, there's this thing called Oviposition!"
>You pause, letting a silence hang in the air. The two mares look at you happily.
>"W-what is Oviposition?" you ask.
>Queen Chrysalis giggles as she moves out of sight once more. Your eyes dart around, trying to find some sort of help.
>"Well, I'm happy you asked, Anon," says Fluttershy.
>[hr]
>Tears run down your face as your muscles ache. You feel broken, used, abused. You look up to the yellow pegasus in front of you, who smiles widely.
>The black changeling McFucks-Off into the sky, her wings flittering at the speed of light.
>"So, I suppose that brings me to the next guess: How is Male Impregnation?" Fluttershy asks.
4/?

>>29784304
>"I fucking hate you, so goddamn much. When I get out of this, I'm going to ruin you."
>"Well, the good news is that this phase won't last long. Because... um," she says, looking to the side. "Well, you'll only be pregnant for about a week before you lay all the eggs. So, is egg-laying your fetish."
>"How fucking dare you use me like this?!" you shout at the pegasus.
>"Changelings are an endangered species now, Anon. We need to have some way to preserve the species."
>"What, because now they're all fucking technicolored and bullshit?" you growl. "They're not endangered. They are just as bullshit as the rest of you ponies."
>"O-oh. You knew that?" She says, her eyes darting side to side. "W-well. Um. This is awkward then, huh?"
>You look to the ground, looking at the puddle of green slime that forms under you from your used and abused body.
>"No. Egg-laying isn't my fucking fetish. So are we fucking done?" you mutter. "Can I go to the fucking hospital and get this shit removed?"
>"U-uhm. No. I-if I lose that... I have to pay back the fifty bits to Chrysalis... So, uhm. Is being whored out your fetish?"
>And so, you ended up giving birth to something along the lines of 50 different changeling children that flew away the instant they hatched. Fucking ungrateful kids. But, at least you can say you're a father or something. And you never have to go through any of this bullshit ever again.
>
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>
>flutterbells
>
> You wake up at the crack of noon. Just like every other day, you head to the bathroom and do your business. Then, after tossing on some clothes, you trudge downstairs. On the final step,you trip and fall flat on your face, biting your tongue in the process. Dang man. That shit hurts. I mean, you aren't bleeding or anything, because that isn't this kinda story, but it is what it is. This is going to be a bad day. No good day starts like this. You should probably just go back to bed right now.
5/?

>>29784315
>You hear three gentle knocks at the door before rising to your feet. Taking a deep breath, you decide to embrace your destiny. Also, if you didn't, you'd probably be fired and be replaced with some other Anon who would do it even better. And would have better jokes. You have a family to feed, goddamnit. You can't take that risk. You rip open your front door and see YellowDoormat standing on your front porch, just like every other day.
>"What, Fluttershy?" you ask, folding your arms. "Just get it over with."
>Fluttershy whimpers quietly as she reaches into her bag and pulls out a tiny bell. She hangs it on her wing before pulling out a tiny mallet with her mouth. With a twitch of her neck, she lets the mallet connect with the bell, letting a gentle ting ring through your home.
>She drops the mallet at your feet before looking up to you.
>"A-are bells that I made your fetish?" she asks meekly. "I-it's kind of an inside joke that nopony will understand."
>You stare down at the pony, in all of her goldenrod awkwardness. Taking a step back, you slowly close the door in her face, before turning away to make your morning coffee.
>"I swear these make less and less sense every day," you groan. "But at least that particular fetish guess is out of the ring."
>
>-----
>
>birb
>
> You lie on your kitchen table, not giving a single goddamned fuck. Like not one. You realize you're on your kitchen table. However, you don't care. It's one of those days. Moreover, you have no coffee. The coffee withdrawal is a real thing. The world feels empty. And slow. You feel the need to do everything but have the energy to do nothing.
>Except, then there's three gentle knocks at your front door.
6/?

>>29784324
>This creates quite the moral conundrum. See, you're exhausted. In addition, you have no desire to deal with Fluttershy's shit today. However, recent events have made you aware that other horses could exist on the other side of your front door. Does it say something about you that you don't want to leave your home? You can totally leave. You just don't want to. Or need to. So staying inside just seems reasonable.
>Holy shit it's lonely here.
>Perhaps it's that thought that pushes you to rise to your feet. Not on the floor. On the kitchen table. Because fuck sense. You step down, using a chair, and then approach your front door slowly. The hair on the back of your neck stands on end as you consider the possibilities for what could happen when you open the door.
>Yet, knowing your life, whatever you prepare for isn't going to help you in the slightest. Is that pessimistic? You need to be more optimistic, Anon. You never know, it could be Princess Cadance on the other side of the door, or something.
>You throw open the door, and Fluttershy stands there, smiling back at you. You weren't sure what you expected.
>"Good Morning, Anon!" she says as cheerfully as ever. "I have a very special guess today."
>She turns, and shows off a round cage, containing a bright white cockatoo inside, who peers at you with great prejudice.
>"I don't fuck birds," you say to Fluttershy.
>Fluttershy snickers and shakes her head.
>"No, Anon!" the stupid yellow horse cheerfully replies. "I was wondering if feeling important got you in the mood! Pet ownership is one of the best ways to feel important and to give your life more meaning! Would you like to take Mango here off my hands?"
>"You have a bird called Mango?" you say flatly, looking directly at the reader's point of view. "I Wish you weren't being so Crystal clear about your reference here."
7/?

>>29784331
>"W-what reference?" the pegasus asks. "I'm just saying he lost one of his Anzel-" she stutters before continuing. "Axles. Kinda like you. My bad. Slip of the tongue."
>You groan at how unoriginal and uninspired this particular guess is before taking the bird with the round cage off of her back and setting the cage on the ground. You open the door on the cage and the bird hops out of the cage and flaps about your home before resting on your shoulder.
>"Dawww. She already likes you!" Fluttershy says cheerfully.
>"Yeah, but one thing, Fluttershy," you say, reaching a finger out to the bird, to transplant her over to a lamp before continuing. "I thought you would have known better, being a pet owner and all."
>Fluttershy pauses, taking a step back.
>"Y-yes, Anon?"
>"Birds hate round corners."
>You leap into the air and stomp down on the cage. The bird flares up its feathers and opens it's mouth before screeching loud enough to let half of Equestria know.
>"FUCKING FUCKIN FUCK FUCKIN FUCK FUCKIGN ROUND CORNERS AHGK FUCK SHIT FUCKIN FUCKING ROUND ROU- FUCK"
>"THAT'S RIGHT BIRD," you scream back at Mango. "YOU FUCKIN SAY IT. SAY IT TO FLUTTERSHY."
>"FUCKING FUCK BIRD FUCKING FLUTTERSHY FUCK FUCKING ROUND CORNERS FUCK"
>You slam the door in Fluttershy's face as the bird viciously bangs it's head. Mango flies through the air and lands on your shoulder.
>"I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship, birb."
>"FUCK."
>"You said it."
>https://youtu.be/lwsKoJ8gmLQ
>
>----
>
>tags/slavery
8/?

>>29784338
>You move to your coffee pot, one of your truest friends in the hardest of times. The bringer of mornings, the maker of hot water for tea in stressful evenings. Much like the toaster, your coffee maker has never ceased to provide you a constant stream of happiness, and liquid refreshment. And also deeply complicates how this world has electricity, but no noticeable infrastructure for electricity like power plants or wires, but that's more on the writer as a failure for world building rather than a reflection of you as a character. So deep breaths. You're fine. You are a good person.
>Grabbing a mug, you pour some of that black gold into a mug and give it a strong whiff. Today you have a new blend of beans, roasted with subtle hints of artificial white chocolate raspberry flavors. As terrible as it is for you, you can't help but sip the drink and feel like you're drinking a small chocolate bar, that was mixed with coffee. Probably because it's coffee made to taste like a chocolate bar.
>There are three gentle knocks at your front door, and you're instantly knocked out of happy-fun-time land.
>Mug in hand, you move to the front door, trying to come up with a new, fresh, and unique insult for today's guess.
>Sure enough, on the other side of the door is that fucking horse. Fluttershy. Flutterbutterstutters sits patiently on your doormat, looking up at you with a happy, heartwarming greeting, like the doormat she is.
>"Good Morning, Anon," she says with her normal soothing voice. Her ears perk slightly as she rises to her hooves. "How are-"
>"Get the fuck on with it, you fucking wank," you say, trying to put on some sort of cockney accent, but settling for somewhere between a southern-belle and a dying Australian. "Whatsa cheeky-breeki cunt like you got for me today?"
>Fluttershy pauses, staring up at you like you murdered a bunny in her face.
>"I think you just offended five different ethnicities in two sentences, Anon."
9/?

>>29784349
>"Yeah, well," you say, growling. "I gotta do something to keep this shit fresh. What do you want."
>"Well, I'm not sure if you noticed," she says turning her head to display her right ear. "I have a new accessory."
>You pause, staring at the little object dangling from her ear. You recognize it. Not from Equestria, but from Earth. It's a fucking cattle tag. Like the plastic tags they attach to animal's ears so they can be returned to their owner when they get lost.
>"I even made it out for you, Anon," she says quietly, a deep red flushing on her cheeks. "I-it's pretty kinky. I-it means you own me."
>"Fluttershy," you say quietly. "Slavery is not my fetish."
>"Slavery!" Fluttershy exclaims. "OH! nononono! This isn't slavery! W-well, I mean it can be, uhm. but-- W-when you tag a pony, it's. Uhm. Like putting a collar on a dog."
>"Wait, are you saying that I've tagged you?"
>"Yes," she says happily. "And if you have just a moment, I have a nice fresh tag for you sitting here in my bag, let me just--"
>You slam the door in her face, and then lock the door.
>Fuck man, who would have thought this tagging shit would have escalated so quickly? You know what? Fuck this. It's time for more coffee.
>
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>
>wet dreams
>
> You close the door to your home after a long day. Extra hours at the office are a fucking bitch. You aren't physically exhausted. Hell, your muscles ache from being in one place all day long. But your mind is just wrecked. You don't want to think. You don't want to think about thinking. You don't want to think about trying not to think, you think, but you aren't sure. Bottom line is you're tired.
10/?

>>29784355
>You throw off your coat and let it lie on a kitchen table chair before heading your way upstairs. You know what? Fuck cooking. Fuck eating. Fuck showering, jerking off, shitting, shitposting or fucking. That's right. Fuck fucking. Tonight is a night of going to bed early. Because tomorrow will probably be just as shit as today and you need to be ready for that shit. You walk into your room, close the bedroom door because it makes you feel safer, and quickly cast off the throes of the establishment. The world becomes aware of your particulars. In other words, you're nakies.
>Tossing open the bed sheets, you snuggle yourself into that soft embrace of covers. It's almost like the blankets are holding you tightly, whispering to you that everything is going to be okay and that somebody loves you.
>Shit, Anon, that was fucking dark. Go to sleep.
>You close your eyes and patiently wait for sleep to come, somehow managing to stave off the thoughts about how when you were 7, there was that fucking Kyle kid in class. Kyle was a fucking asshole. He never picked you for his team in baseball, even though you tried to be nice to him and would give him your gummies at lunch. Then he punched you in the nose once and laughed at you while you bled, and you cried like a little girl. Then you kinda were the asshole later on when his dad died and you didn't sign your name on the 'sorry for your loss' card.
>Woah, holy shit, Anon. Go the fuck to sleep. You are literally in another world. Fuck Kyle.
>Except, then there was that one time when you applied to that frat and Kyle was there and-
>"One sheep!" you say aloud to the room. "Two sheep! Three sleep!"
>Soon enough, sleep manages to come to you, and you find yourself enclosed in a bright white space. The world feels fuzzy at the edges and things are calm. Things are peaceful. You open your eyes, and smile to yourself.
11/?

>>29784360
>This is one of the best parts of Equestria. The lucid dreams. While lucid dreams are normally reserved for really shitty horror premises, in Equestria, you get to become god of your own little domain for a little while. With a wave of your hands, you find yourself in a large field of white flowers.
>"Now then," you mutter with a smile. "Now for some... companionship."
>With another toss of your hand, a tall dark blue Alicorn with a long, flowing, starry mane steps into the meadow.
>You look down at your hand with some surprise.
>"Well, I mean. This works. I was trying for the pink one, but sure."
>The Princess of the Night scans the meadow herself, and then turns her head to you. A light smile forms on her lips as she trots forward towards you. You can't help but stare as her hips sway with each of her steps. You bite your bottom lip and casually shift your footing to hide the growing erection in your pants. Your dream pants. Because you have clothes in your dreams.
>However, hopefully, not for long.
>"Why hello, Anonymous," says the gentle tone of Princess Luna. "You realize this isn't the real me, correct?"
>You take a step back and pause.
>"No. Wait a minute. That’s the sort of thing a real Luna would say. I-I don't want to make this awkward and fuck a real Princess."
>"Oh, Anon. You really think I would play games with somepony in their sleep? Especially in such a pleasurable dream?"
>"OKAY!" you scream. "TOO REAL!"
>You snap your fingers, and the deep blue princess is replaced with her sister. She smiles, before casting you a coy look. As Celestia opens her mouth, a different voice comes out.
>"On the other hand, I suppose I do owe a few debts. Forgive me, Anonymous," Luna's voice says as the Princess disappears into thin air.
>You turn around, trying to get away from the Princess, only to collide headfirst into a door. Then, the familiar three knocks.
>"No. Fucking. Way."
12/?

MADMAN

>>29784372
>You pull the door open, and sure enough, standing on some sort of solid ground in an invisible black void, is Fluttershy.
>"Are wet dreams your fetish?"
>You open your mouth, and then close the door tightly. Snapping your fingers, nothing happens. You open the door, and Fluttershy still stands there.
>"There's a long, detailed explanation for this," says the mare. "But the long story short is that this is my dream now."
>[hr]
>When you open your eyes, you groan as if you didn't get a single ounce of sleep. You reach down in the covers and feel a sticky mess all around your midsection.
>"Oh, mother fucker," you murmur.
>You sit up in bed, fully naked, and can't help but feel a throbbing headache. You reach your head up to your ear and feel a weird plastic tag near your right ear.
>"OH MOTHER FUCKER."
>As you trace the object with your fingers, you find it's easily unbuttonable, and now it just looks like you have gauges. Honestly. That could have gone much worse. However, you aren't sure you're going to feel comfortable going to sleep for quite awhile. Mostly so you can stay away from fucking Fluttershy.
>
>---------
>
>velentines
>
> You sit at your computer, scrolling through the pony web. It's one of the small pleasures you allow yourself in this world. It's a guilty pleasure, mind you, because in all reality, it's a cardboard box with crayon drawings all over it, but none of the ponies have the balls to deal with whatever psychotic break is involved with the guilty pleasure. You get to happily move a stolen chalkboard eraser around like a mouse, gently giggle to yourself, and stare at the cardboard box screen.
>Don't think about it too hard.
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>>29784386
>Instead, think about that gorgeous German Shepard on screen. Wouldn't that be great? A really nice pet? It's not like you have a bird or anything. You think. Maybe. Probably not. It would be wonderful to have some sort of living creature to come home to that doesn't have any cares or worries. Whose stresses and negative feelings or impressions don't rub off onto you, and instead are focused on more important things like food or walks or belly rubs. Life would be easier if there were more belly rubs. Actually that's called spa time.
>Life would be easier if there were more free belly rubs.
>Then, there's those three knocks at the door, and you can't help but feel mild irritation for being snapped out of your internet browsing session. You rise to your feet and approach the door. Tossing the door off the hinges and into your home, you look down at the yellow hooved mammal in front of you.
>"What the flutter do you want, Fuckershy?"
>"Well, somepony is in a mood today," Fluttershy says quietly, staring up in fear at the human who stands nearly twice her height and non-chalantly threw a door off it's hinges.
>"Let's get this over with," you groan. "I have to figure out what sort of pet I want."
>Fluttershy's eyes light up and her wings flare almost instantly at your words.
>"And I'm going to figure it out from a horse that doesn't fuck her own animals," you add as an afterthought.
>"Oh, come on," she says, deflating. "It was one time, Anon. Wolfie was sick and needed release."
>"Wolfie?" you growl, staring down at the mare on the spot. "What kind of stupid fucking name is that? Do you come up with your own fucking nick names for your animals?"
>"S-sometimes?" she says, shying away. "Do you h-have something against that name, I d-don't-"
>"Do you just add some sort cutesy name to the end of an animal's name and all of a sudden that's their name? How about 'doggie' the dog? or 'kitty' the cat. Or Turtey the Tortoise?"
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>>29784394
>"Y-you leave Tank's brother out of this," Fluttershy shoots back, flaring her wings in aggression. "Are we going to do the normal fetish guess, or are you just going to berate me for the job I do that makes me money while you whisper to your cardboard box?"
>You stand in silence, staring down at the pony with furrowed brows and an angered expression. You reach up a hand to try and retort, then scratch the back of your neck.
>"Damn, Flutters. That was some fire."
>She smiles, and then folds her wings once more.
>"I have some moments," she says, sitting down. "Now then, are you ready for today's guess?"
>"Sure, I suppose," you say, watching her pull out a small envelope.
>"Here," she says, holding the parcel up to you.
>You look down at the strange envelope, then back to her. With a shrug, you rip open the outer casing, crumple the envelope, then toss it in her face. The waste boops the pegasai's nose as you begin to look at the contents of the mail. It seems to be... a card. With pink and hearts and oh my god this is a fucking holiday themed card.
>[i]I don't have the strength to say what I want to in words. When I'm with you, my words melt together like a bunch of things that melt when they're hot.[/i]
>You open the card to see the inside.
>[i]I'd like to do something special with you on Hearts and Hooves Day. I'm really open-minded about whatever you want to do, but I wouldn't mind if it also involved sex. At some point. The sex is optional. Sort of. Will you be my special somepony?'[/i]
>Then at the bottom, there's a crudely drawn picture of a stick figure having sex with a pony stick figure with Fluttershy's hairdo.
>You look from the card back down to the blushing pony.
>"I-I made it myself," she says.
>"I can tell."
>"S-so?" she asks, rubbing her hooves together and ears folding over.
>You hand the card back down.
>With a sigh, you look back to your computer box, then back down to the pony.
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>>29784405
>"I'd rather look at porn from my imaginary computer box than make you My Special Somepony," you say.
>Then, you pick your front door up off your couch and lean it against the doorframe. Then, you return to your computer box to navigate to some kinky anime waifus to jerk off to. All in all, a pretty normal day.
>
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>
>daddy/daughter
>
> Today, you've blown your own mind. You've broken new ground. You've exceeded all of your expectations and have decided to attempt something new. Today, you're outside.
>Now don't panic, it's fine. You aren't dying. You went outside completely consensually. You simply thought that some fresh air would do you some good. After all, it [i]is[/i] a wonderful day outside. The birds are singing. There's a gentle breeze that cuts the heat of the sun [i]just[/i] right. It's perfect T-shirt and shorts weather.
>It seems like you aren't alone in your idea either. As you walk along the path around Ponyville's lake, you watch as ponies both big and small walk past you in either direction. You aren't necessarily quick to strike up conversation with any of them, but you take a bit of a guilty pleasure in eavesdropping on their conversations. In fact, you almost make it a game.
>Here's how it works, you listen into the short conversation they're having. Then, after they're gone, you make a story about what led them to that conversation, and how it played out after.
>In fact, here's a few ponies now.
>You watch as two little fillies walk down the road towards you, lost in their own conversation. You recognize them as Rarity and Applejack's little sisters. You do your best not to stare at them like you're planning on abducting them, but try to hone in on their conversation.
>"But I don't understand why there's a cucumber under the mattress though," says the white filly.
>"Maybe Rarity was feeling snacky in bed, but she doesn't want to gain weight. So, she has a cucumber under her mattress for when..."
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>>29784416
>Then the fillies pass out of earshot behind you.
>Well, Anon. Get your mind out of the fucking gutter. Maybe Applejack's sister is right. Maybe Rarity just gets extremely hungry at night with the lights off. After she uses that cucumber for other things.
>You snicker to yourself as you continue on, until you feel a slight tug at your right pant leg. You look down in slight surprise, and then sigh in disappointment. You weren't sure what you expected, but it's that goddamn yellow pegasus.
>"Anon, can you stop for a second?" Fluttershy asks.
>"Why?"
>"It's really important.
>"Why?"
>"Trust me."
>You stop for a moment, as Fluttershy takes two stones from the side of the path. Then, she clinks them together three times.
>"Did you just fucking knock three times on stones?"
>"Don't you feel a little more at ease? Like some sort of greeting ritual is out of the way?" she asks.
>You sigh, placing your hand on your head.
>"No, I feel irritated. Like you've created a Pavlovian response in me to be pissed off when someone knocks."
>"Pavlov?" Fluttershy asks. "That sounds like a good name for a puppy."
>"You have no idea," you say, continuing down the path.
>"W-wait!" Fluttershy says, trotting forward to keep up with you. "I-I have a guess for today though, D-daddy!"
>You freeze in your tracks. Fluttershy stops in front of you. A mare and her colt walk by, staring at you two.
>"Did you just call me, Daddy?" you ask in deadpan.
>"I-is me being your little Princess your fetish?"
>The mare pushes her son forward to walk away quicker.
>"This is fucking disgusting," you growl. Without a need to see where this goes, you power walk onward. Fluttershy gallops beside you in order to keep up.
>"But Daddy! I-I've been a bad girl. A-and I incest that you punish me!"
>"NO. STOP. THIS IS NOT OKAY. THIS IS CANCER," you shout at her, trying to lose the pegasus.
>"D-don't you love your little Princess?"
>"DIE IN A FIRE, FLUTTERSHY."
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>>29784423
>Therefore, you broke into a run, and Fluttershy tripped and fell on her face into the lake. Now half of Ponyville thinks you're a freak. Again. Great. See, this is what you get for going outside. Fuck going outside.
>
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>
>anxiety/vore
> Aww yes. Today is a good day. You're sitting at your kitchen table. You have some motha fuckin candles lit. You have the lights dimmed. You have a bottle of wine opened. Tonight, you're treating yourself. It took forever to get. Mostly because shipping from the Griffon empire is sketchy as shit, but you have it. A nice, 12 ounce ribeye, pan-seared to perfection.
>You lift your fork and knife, relishing the moment. It's been a long, long time since you've been able to enjoy a wonderful piece of meat. It's the middle of the night. All the windows are closed. To the outside world, you should be asleep. Which means, there shouldn't be any disturbances.
>Stabbing your fork into the beef, you suddenly hear a single knock on your door. You pause, looking up to the wooden framed entrance to your home. That's odd. A knock? This late at night? Plus who freakin' knocks just once. That's just absurd. It must be the wind, or an animal or some shit.
>You press your knife into the flesh in front of you, cutting deep into the surface. You feel your mouth water as you see the reddish juices rush out of the meat.
>Then, another knock at the door. Singular. Quick. Loud and defined.
>You freeze, looking at the front door to your home. That wasn't imagined. That was definitely something. Something is on the other side of your door, knocking. You set down your fork, but keep the knife in your hand. It's one in the morning. Why is someone, or something, at your door? You rise from your seat, careful not to make a sound from within your home.
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>>29784428
>Trying to silence the sound of your footsteps, you move across the floor of your home to the front door. It's at times like these you'd kill for a peephole. You step in front of your door, and you watch the doorknob jiggle directly in front of you. A chill runs down your spine as you hold your breath.
>Then, a final knock.
>You whip the door open, knife at the ready.
>"Good evening, Anon!" Fluttershy says happily.
>"FLUTTERSHY, I'M GOING TO FUCKING END YOU."
>She stands completely still, looking up at you.
>"Well, are you?" she asks quietly.
>Suddenly, you have performance anxiety.
>"I could, but I don't want to," you say, tossing the knife on a table beside you. "Let's get this over with. What do you want?"
>"I wanted to know if heart-pumping, life or death situations are your fetish. You know, like, the adrenaline rush?" she asks.
>"Uh, no. That's dumb. You're dumb. You're losing your touch, Fluttershy."'
>"Oh, really?" she asks, raising an eyebrow. "You think I'm losing my touch?"
>Fluttershy takes a step forward, the devilish look on her face illuminated by the candle light in your home. You take a step back.
>"D-did I say that?" you say. "W-what I meant to say was-"
>"You really love you food, don't you?" she continues. "I bet you wouldn't mind being food, wouldn't you? I bet you'd love that. Wouldn't you?"
>"W-what?" you ask. "That's cannibalism..."
>Fluttershy snickers to herself.
>"Not unless it's the same species, Anon. See, I bet I could shrink you down to the size... of, say, a berry. Then eat you up in one bite. Would that get you off? Feeling yourself slide down my throat? Being digested by the acid in my stomach?"
>Fluttershy snags the knife you put down as you back up.
>"Okay, I get the picture, Flutters. We don't have to-"
>"Or... maybe we can skip the whole... shrinking thing. I can just cut off your dick... and eat it right in front of you. Bite by bite. Like a candy bar."
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>>29784431
>You gulp down the saliva in your mouth as you feel yourself back against a wall.
>"Or maybe being physically eaten isn't your fetish... No. You're a smart one. I bet you're into something more spiritual. I bet I could find a way to suck out your very soul, and have it as a midnight snack. Do you doubt I could?"
>You shake your head.
>A smile curls on her lips.
>"I thought so."
>She tosses the knife aside, and then walks out of your home. You slide down the wall and hold yourself in your arms as a draft from the open front door extinguishes the candlelight.
>
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>
>pants in fluttershy
>
> You have to take the good with the bad. You know, they say life is like a box of chocolates. Because nobody fucking likes coconut cream, but you're sad enough to eat it anyway.
>That's what today is like. You slipped getting out of the shower. You burnt your toast. You spilled your coffee on the book you rented from Twilight, so there goes THAT attempt at making friends. Since you don't want to be disemboweled by a Princess today, you've decided that today is a day for doing nothing. You're going to stay inside and do jack squat.
>That is, until you hear those three knocks that make you hate life. You know? This is bullshit. Why can't she take one day off. One fucking day?! It's not like she has as million fucking animals to take care of. No. She devotes her life to coming to your door to ask if things are your fetish. It doesn't change! It doesn't break new ground?! You have all but just stopped listening to her now. When she stops speaking, you say no and shut the door. It makes things easier, and you don't have to think of all the demented shit she comes up with to try and do the horizontal tango.
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>>29784443
>Then, she knocks again, ever patient, ever determined. On one hand, if you rise from the couch you're sitting on right now, you're willingly acknowledging that you may be exposed to some shit that will make your day worse. On the other hand, if you sit here and don't answer, she will stand at the door and continue knocking until she actually passes out on your porch of dehydration and exhaustion. You ended up paying the medical bills after that fiasco.
>"God fucking dammit," you mutter to yourself, rising to your feet.
>You cross the room to the front door and throw it open wide.
>"What the flying fuck do you want, horse?"
>What a fucking surprise, Fluttershy is there, staring up at you like demented perverted child. But not like the ones you've read in hot doujins and stuff. More like the ones that you see in real life that make you feel uncomfortable because they have [i]questions[/i] and they ask you because their parents say they aren't old enough to know yet. So now, you're in the shitty place of having to say 'go ask your parents,' but you know how kids are.
>"Hi Anon!" she says happily, just like every other day. You swear to god, she's like one of those fucking yellow smiley faces in supermarkets. You just want to punch the shit out of how happy they are. Fuck you, smiley face. How dare you be happy? How dare you try to make me happy? What if I want to be a miserable asshole all the time? Crying at night isn't [i]that[/i] bad.
>"Go away."
>"I love you too, Anon," the dopey pegasus says. "And today I have a really exciting guess. See, I realized the perfect fetish for you."
>You sigh in resignation and place a hand over your face.
>"Go on."
>"See, normally I want to get in YOUR pants. So, today-" she says turning around. "I put your pants in me!"
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>>29784449
>You pause, and look down to Fluttershy. Lo' and behold, a pair of your jeans has been stuffed knee deep into her flooter cooter. You can see visible stains where her mare juices are dripping down the legs.
>"You are the most disgusting creature I've seen in my life," you say in deadpan. "This is not my fetish."
>"O-oh. Okay," she says, taking the pants out of her pussy and leaving them on your front porch. "You can have these back then."
>"I don't want those back."
>Fluttershy looks down at the pants, then looks back up to you.
>"You just want me to wear pants that were inside you, don't you?" you ask.
>She nods her head gently, then looks to the ground in embarrassment. You walk inside your house, grabbing a small bottle of lighter fluid and a box of matches. Return to your front door, douse the pants in front of her, strike a match, then light the pants on fire."
>"And nothing of value was lost," you say aloud to her. "Now go home."
>You threaten to kick her, which seemed like a good idea at the time. However, you accidentally manage to kick the flaming pants.
>The pants fly through the air and land in Fluttershy's mane, also lighting it aflame. Your eyes widen in horror, then you slam the door as you hear the mare begin to scream outside.
>Well shit man. Good thing she'll probably come back as good as new tomorrow, cause that was fucked up, man. But, you can take one good note from all of this. Out of that terrible encounter, you didn't have to lie. Which means, if there's one thing you can take away from today.
>You aren't a liar, liar, pants on fire.
>
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>
>ice play
>
> You know what fucking sucks? All of the openings to chapters in this story.
>Wait, let's try that again.
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>>29784455
>You know what fucking sucks? Winter. A little heat isn't so bad. If you access to some air conditioning, some nice cool water to stay hydrated, and you don't live in a desert where the heat is completely unbearable, you're usually fine. But, by choosing not to live in an area of the world that could quite literally melt your skin, you get the other side of the spectrum. Then, you get two to three months a year where you can become a living statue.
>Trust me, it's not as cool as it sounds.
>So, today you find yourself on your couch, with the heater running, wearing a hoodie, sweat pants, two layers of socks, and still bundled up in a blanket with arms. You have to call it a blanket with arms, because when you asked Rarity for a snuggie, she slapped you and asked what you took her for. For some reason, you're pretty sure you deserved it.
>Since it's too goddamn cold to go out and do anything, you're flipping through channels trying to decide if you should watch 'The Ponies Court' or the rerun of 'Unsolved Mysteries of Equestria'. What sucked about Unsolved Mysteries is that Twilight ended up hearing about the show and solved every mystery. That took the fun out of all the episodes, so the show got cancelled. But was inexplicitly renewed for another season after Twilight became a Princess. Go figure.
>Once you've settled on 'The Ponies Court', you hear three knocks at your front door.
>You know who it is. That's not the question. The real question is how in a hillbilly homosexual's hell did she get here? You're pretty sure you saw a bird freeze in mid flight outside, fall from the sky, and shatter like a vase. It was fucking brutal. Moreover, really fucking metal.
>Rising from your cocoon of warmth, you head to your front door and open it wide. The freezing cold bursts into your home, and you instantly realize this is a bad idea.
>"F-f-fluttershy," you say, the cold flowing through you like a laxative. "What the actual fuck?"
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>>29784462
>The yellow filly wears a simple green scarf and a pair of pink earmuffs as her breath leaves trails of vapor in the cold. Then the vapor freezes to ice, falls to the ground and shatters. It's fucking cold.
>Without a word, the mare reaches into her saddlebag and pulls out a strange red, cylindrical tank.
>"What the fuck is that?" you ask.
>"Let's see," she says to herself. "P is for pull the pin."
>She pulls the pin out of the object and tosses it behind her.
>"What the fuck is that?!" you ask in increasing desperation.
>"A is for aim the nozzle," she whispers, pulling a nozzle off of the back of the cylinder and points it at you.
>"IS THAT A MOTHER FUCKING FIRE EXTINGUISHER?"
>"S is for shoot," she says happily.
>And then, a strong torrent of white icy material shoots out the end of the nozzle and hits you. The cold shoots through your clothes as if it wasn't even there.
>"WHAT THE ACTUAL SHIT-- FUCKING STOP!" you scream, holding your hands out to stop the spray. Which was a bad idea. Your hands quickly begin to go numb under the pressure of the ice.
>"S is for sweep," she concludes, moving the nozzle to aim up and down your body.
>Finally done with playing nice, you quickly kick the fire extinguisher out of her hooves and wipe the ice off your face. That's fucking it. It's fucking cold enough as it is. Now your body is numb from the cold. You probably have frostbite from being in your own goddamn home.
>"WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK DID YOU FUCKING DO?"
>"Did you just use the f-bomb three times in a sentence?"
>"I'LL BURY YOUR BODY IN THREE DIFFERENT PLACES IF YOU DON'T EXPLAIN WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!"
>"Oh!" she says happily. "I wanted to ask! Is ice play your fetish?"
>You stare down at her, feeling the burning fury of a writer who witnessed the burning of the library of Alexandria.
>"You have 5 seconds to run before I murder you."
>The mare screams at the top of her lungs, spreads her wings, and then flutters off.
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>>29784467
>You slam the door shut, and sigh to yourself. Maybe you can take a nice lukewarm bath to try and get warm again. Then, gradually up the water to something really nice and cozy. Hell, you can treat yourself with a nice bath bomb or some shit.
>However, one thing's for sure, that Fluttershy bitch can go fuck herself. If one thing is for sure, that filly is as cold as ice.
>
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>
>just once
> "It was a normal day at Canterlot High. I was quiet and in the back as usual. I wanted you to notice me. Maybe it would have been my shyness. Maybe you would have liked my green skirt or long pink hair. Or maybe you would have noticed my light blue eyes, peering at you from the back of the classroom. But I wanted to know what it was like to look deep into your eyes. Even if it was just once.
>"I quietly followed you around the halls as you went from class to class, scurrying like a squirrel out of sight. I wanted to know so much about you. I wanted to hear your voice. But I was too scared to approach you. I kept fighting myself over and over. Go talk to him. No, don't do it. Fight your shyness, Fluttershy. I debated with myself over and over...
>"In the end... I thought I would give up.
>"I walked through the halls teary eyed... knowing you wouldn't notice me. I wasn't anything special to you. But, then I tripped in the halls and spilled my books all over the floor. That was the last straw for me...
>"After beating myself up all day for not mustering up the courage to confront you, I just cried. I cried like a baby in the crowded high school halls. I didn't care who saw me. They still laugh at me for it. But none of it matters. Because, you stopped and helped me. You put your hand on my shoulders and smiled. Then... I got to look into your beautiful eyes. My chest felt tight, my stomach was filled with butterflies and my mind went blank. My stutter acted up and I didn't know what to say. But that's when you told me your name... Anon.
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>>29784472
>"Such a handsome name fora handsome young man. You helped me gather my books and that’s when you remembered we were in the same math class. All I could do was smile, because you actually [i]did[/i] notice me. I giggled and nodded. Or maybe I squeaked. I'm fuzzy on that detail. I get so shy around people sometimes...
>"But after you left, and I got to see deep into your eyes, I had a new question. I wanted to know what it would have felt like for you to hold my hand. Even if it was just once.
>"After the first day, I noticed nobody sat by you at lunch, so I sat by you instead of the girls. Rainbow teased me for having a boyfriend after a few days, and I denied it through blushed cheeks. Although. I knew what I wanted most. I wanted to be closer to you so badly. Nobody seemed to want to be your friend. I knew I could be there for you. I sat down by you and you smiled. I got to see deep into your eyes and feel that same rush again. All I could do is dorkily smile back. We talked and I probably giggled way too much. I was putty in your hands. Or... at least... I wanted to be in your hands.
>"I... may have lied and said I was doing bad at math. But you offered to help tutor me after school. At your house! I blushed so hard... but I interrupted you to say yes. That is... if you wanted to.
>"And you did.
>"So I met you outside the front of school. We walked to your house and you talked about the music you liked and I talked about animals. I talked about animals a lot. Probably a little too much. But you just smiled... and said it was cute.
>"You called me cute.
>"So I bumped my hand against yours... And you grabbed it. The rush filled me again when you grabbed it. I blushed and looked away, but squeezed your hand. But... then I had a new question. I wanted to know what it was like to be held in your arms. Even if it was just once.
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>>29784479
>"When we got to your house, your parents weren't home. We went up to your room, and we sat on the floor. I had never been in a boy's room before. It was so... Normal. There were band posters on the wall... A laptop computer... It was exactly what Rainbow's would look like. But less blue. And rainbows. You grabbed your bag and sat on the floor. I sat on the floor too, but sat on my side, so my skirt wasn't open. I was just so nervous to be in your room.
>"You got out your book and opened to today's homework and began teaching me the lesson I already knew. I asked you to repeat certain parts just because I liked the way you said it. Your parents got home... and your Dad came up to say hi. When he got to the door, he was just quiet. You nervously introduced me to him and I could barely look him in the eye. I was so embarrassed and nervous... I shouldn't have been though... Your Dad just smiled and gave you a thumbs up.
>"He mentioned he would tell your Mother to make dinner for an extra. My voice went dry. I wanted to say no... but it was already done. I was staying for dinner. We began to work on the problems together. I already had them solved in my head. Having a friend like Twilight help you through classes pays off over time. But after I messed it up enough, you sat directly next to me and help me walk through the problem step by step. Feeling you so close to me gave me goosebumps. I smiled so wide, feeling your hand on mine. Once I did one of the harder problems, I faked some pride and whispered 'Yay! I did it!'
>"You looked at me with such pride. And I looked deep into your eyes and felt that rush. I felt your hand on top of mine and my body went completely numb. I slowly leaned into you. You slowly leaned into me. Then your parents called for dinner. The moment was shattered. I cursed under my breath. Rarity would have been appalled. At least, you didn't hear me. We went downstairs and we had dinner with your parents.
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>>29784492
>"Your family told me all about where you used to live, which made me feel much more comfortable. If I had to say too much about myself... I probably would have died in the chair I sat in. I hate being the center of attention. But... they asked if I was your girlfriend. You blushed and looked away, muttering a few words.
>"I answered yes.
>"You looked up at me in shock and I simply smiled back at you. But your parents were very, very nice... and let us go back to your room after dinner. You asked if I meant what I said. And I said yes. That's when it happened. You wrapped your arms around me. It was like someone injected me with some sort of high-intensity drug. The room felt like it was spinning. Time felt like it stopped. Nothing else mattered. I felt your soft heartbeat from your chest. I breathed in your delicate scent. I feel your gaze upon me. I leaned in closer to you... You leaned in closer to me. Then I tasted your lips.
>"Your morphine lips.
>"I tasted your kiss... and there was one thing that I knew. This wasn't something I could live with just once. In that moment, I never thought anything could happen to ruin what we had. Everything was special. Everything was amazing. I had you all to myself.
>"Then she ruined everything.
>"That she-devil, Sunset, came and stole you away from me. It's HER fault. I cried for days when you told me you didn't want to be a couple anymore. Days. Anon. Then, the Fall Formal was announced. I just... I just knew you would be going with... -her-. My friends told me I shouldn't go. That it would just hurt me more. But I couldn't. I had to go. There was one more question. One last thing I needed to know. Even if it was just once.
>"So here we are Anon... You may be asleep right now... but the pill will wear off in a little bit. I wonder what you're dreaming about. Are you dreaming of me? I hope so... Because you are in every single one of mine... Except, this time, you won't run away. And I won't wake up.
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>>29784501
>"I hope these ropes are strong enough to hold you.
>"This janitor's closet is on the far end of the school, so nobody will bother us... Not even .her. So tonight... I get my answer to my final question. I want to know what it's like to feel you inside of me. Even if it's just once."
>
>---------------
>
>potty training
>
> There's three gentle knocks at your door that grabs your attention. Shit. That was fast. I mean, give a man some foreplay, Flutters. I didn't even get to do a deep inner monologue or some shit. Oh well. Let's get this show on the road.
>You walk to your front door, and open it wide.
>"Goddamn you're early. The timing is all messed up for this chapter now," you say to her.
>Fluttershy glares up at you in frustration.
>"I just wanna get this one over with. It's bad enough this is a request that was already done by someone else," says the mare, walking into your home.
>"What the fuck are you talking about?" you ask. "Are you... breaking the fourth wall?"
>"That's how much I don't care today," Fluttershy says. "Now are you going to follow me to the bathroom, or what?"
>You remain frozen in place as Fluttershy walks to the stairs.
>"Did you hear me?" she asks.
>"Yeah, I did. And that is what terrifies me."
>"Yeah, the guess is toilet stuff."
>"How about I just say no. Like, right now."
>"See," she says. "That's not funny then. We need to make this shit funny. And the guess is if you're into being potty trained. And what sucks is that this is already done by a different writer. So if we just get this overwith, and move on, we can complete this minimum heckling."
>"Waitwaitwait," you say, leaning against the door frame. "No, we can make this different and interesting. We have to. Or else this is going to be a complete waste of chapter. We're fetish experts, we can turn this shit around."
>"Alright," Fluttershy says, moving to your kitchen table and sitting down.
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>>29784505
>You move to your coffee pot, grab two cups of coffee, hand one to her, then place two pieces of paper and two pencils down.
>"Alright, so the theme is potty stuff. And we don't want to have you be the one who teaches me."
>"That's right," Fluttershy says.
>She places the pencil in her mouth and draws a very complex mathematical equation on the paper in front of her. She holds it up to you to see. Toilet, plus stick figure human, plus stick figure Fluttershy equals question mark.
>"Then the task is set," you say, stroking an imaginary beard. "How about, we human train the toilet."
>Fluttershy stares up at you with a frown on her face.
>"Oh my Celestia. That was bad, and I'm in love with you. I feel like I just became mildly less attracted to you from that."
>"I'll have to remember that," you mutter.
>"What?"
>"Nothing. Okay. Different idea. What if the fetish guess is me, teaching [i]you[/i] to be potty trained."
>Fluttershy pauses, drawing stars and arrows on her complex equation.
>"That's just crazy enough to work, Anon. Quick, to the bathroom!"
>With great haste, the two of you run up to the bathroom and take your places.
>"Alright, ready?" you ask, gently closing the bathroom door between you and the pony.
>"Ready," she says happily.
>You close the door between you two, then hear three gentle knocks. You open the door once more.
>"Okay, Fluttershy, what the fuck do you want?"
>"Good Morning, Anon!" she says happily. "Is potty training me your fetish?"
>"That is the single handedly most retarded thing I've heard in months."
>Fluttershy trots into your bathroom without another word.
>"Hey! Get the fuck out of my bathroom!" you scream at her.
>"Oh, silly Anon!" she giggles. "How will you know if you're into it or not if you don't try."
>Fluttershy lifts the seat of your toilet and sits down happily, looking at you.
>"Now tell me to go poop," Fluttershy says.
>"Fucking. No. This is disgusting."
>"Tell me to poop."
>"Fucking no."
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>>29784514
>"TELL ME TO POOP, ANON!"
>"FINE TAKE A DUMP."
>And then, without a moment to spare, Fluttershy ruins your bathroom for years to come. But at least today's shitty fetish is done.
>
>---------------------
>
>abstinence
>
> Take a deep breath in through your nose, then let it exit gently through your mouth. It's another day in Equestria, and you are fine. You will be okay. There's a lot of difficult things going on in your life right now, but that's okay. You'll push through them, because you are strong. Just take it one day at a time. Everything will work itself out with time.
>You open your eyes, pull yourself out of bed, and rub the sleep-salt from your eyes. You quickly toss on a shirt and pair of jeans before heading downstairs. You cast a disdainful glance at a stack of very important papers you're trying not to think about. You'll try to sift through at least five of them today. That's the goal. But first, you need to refresh yourself. You need to take care of yourself.
>You get out a blender, because you have that now. After tossing in a banana, a few berries, some orange juice, oats, and a dollop of peanut butter, you set it to mix and prep the coffee maker.
>After you have some healthy food, then you can approach the stressful things. You need to take a moment for yourself to take care of yourself. Just clear your mind, and lose yourself for a moment.
>Then, there's three gentle knocks on your front door.
>"Shit," you mutter under your breath.
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>>29784519
>That's it. That's the agitator. When things don't go to plan, everything begins to go wrong. You can't act like you don't expect the yellow menace to show up every morning, but what she can try to do, or has done, or could do, is still a terrifying prospect. You never know when her guesses might cause you to break your leg, and force your health insurance to go up. Or could suddenly set your home aflame, forcing you to find a new home, again. On the bright side, you've learned to live with as few of possessions as possible, but on the other hand... houses are fucking expensive, man.
>You head to the door and open it wide.
>"Anon!" she says excitedly, hip-hopping on her little hooves. "I finally figured it out. I'm so excited. I think I finally did it."
>"You said that yesterday," you groan.
>"But today I [i]really[/i] did it!"
>"Last week. Whatever. Just get it over with."
>Fluttershy raises a hoof to you, which shows a bright red bracelet attached to it.
>"Is waiting until marriage your fetish?" she asks.
>You pause, looking down at the mare.
>"Wait, what?" you ask. "Like, abstinance?"
>"Yeah! I took a vow to wait until marriage. So if you wanna tap this piece of tail, you're gonna need to put a ring on it."
>You raise a finger before lowering your hand. You open your mouth to say something, but stop yourself.
>"What do you think?" she asks.
>"I'm... genuinely surprised," you reply. "This is kinda... I dunno. More in line with your character. I guess. It's just... weird. Like, who are you and what have you done with the real Fluttershy?"
>Fluttershy drags a hoof against the ground, blushing to herself.
>"D-does that mean I finally got it?" she asks.
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>>29784528
>"Oh hell no," you reply. "Marrying someone without knowing how good they are in bed kinda sounds like a nightmare. Like. Could you imagine if you had a partner that just laid and bed and said 'Okay, it is time,' then forced you to do all the work? Sex is a natural, healthy part of relationships. I mean, I can appreate the sentiment for not wanting to transfer STD's, but there's nothing wrong with sex before marriage."
>Fluttershy pauses, staring at you.
>"So, it's not abstinance?" she asks.
>"Nope," you state matter of factly.
>"Oh thank God," she says, tossing the bracelet into the bushes. "I was actually scared for a moment."
>"Yeah, no worries."
>"See ya tomorrow, Anon!" she says to you, turning on the spot and heading back down your walk way.
>"Please don't!" you call back, which never seems to work.
>You head back inside, close the door, and realize you've left the blender on for 5 minutes. After grabbing a cup of coffee and pouring out your smoothie, you take a deep breath and pull the first bill off the top of the stack.
>
>-----------
>
>Abuse
>
> "Do you think we should get one or two, Anon?"
>"Probably two. Better to err on the side of caution, right?"
>"I completely agree," answers the timid yellow pegasus.
>It's another Saturday afternoon at the market for you and your marefriend. After being in Ponyville for about of year, it was only natural that you started to get lonely. So, a shy little pegasus caught your eye. Shy was definitely your type. So, you asked her to a coffee and the rest was history.
>Mostly because she ran and hid after you asking and got stuck somewhere. But after standing there and talking to her once authorities arrived to help get her unstuck… That's when she knew she liked you. So now, almost a year later, the two of you are neigh inseparable.
>"Oooh! We better get some more carrots for Angel!"
>"I thought we had a bunch at home, hon."
>"B-but what if I get sick! Then who would get him more if we ran out!"
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>>29784540
>"Me."
>"Oh... right. S-sorry. I'm still not used to us living together."
>"You can say that again." you say with a smile.
>"Well what's next on our list?" Fluttershy asks while examining the contents of your grocery bags.
>"Hmmm... I think that's about it."
>"Alright then. Let's head back home then."
>You instinctively grab the bags and walk back to Flutter- erm. Your cottage.
>"What do you think we should do tonight Anon?" she asks you as you get out of earshot of the market.
>"Uhm. I'm not sure. There was that book that Twilight wanted me to read... I could read it to you if you would like."
>"You aren't reading that book." Fluttershy says forcefully.
>"Oh... Alright." you answer, not pressing the point and dropping the topic.
>"Do you have any OTHER ideas Anon?" she asks again.
>A small daring tone fills her voice. You wouldn't dare to look at her facial expression.
>"N-no. I don't have any ideas."
>"Really?" she asks curiously. "Are you sure you aren't thinking about something else I would disapprove of?"
>"No Flutter-"
>"Anon. You know better than to call me that in public."
>"No, master. I wouldn't dare."
>The cottage, your prison, slowly comes into view off in the distance.
>"Good. Then when we get home, you will begin to cook, then patiently await my orders."
>You try to suppress a sigh. If she heard, she might not allow you to eat tonight. Again.
>How did you manage to get into this situation? It probably was when you began to spend some time with Twilight. Purely as friends. Then again, anyone who knew Twilight even a little bit knew that she had a massive crush on you. That was when Fluttershy's possessiveness began to show through. She couldn't bear the thought of sharing you with anypony.
>So, thats when you two had a civil talk about it. Or at least, that what everypony else thought happened.
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>>29784547
>She has this way of looking at you. This stare. It renders you helpless. Now you can't dare defy her. You've tried running. You've tried fighting. You've tried hiding. Nothing works.
>She finds you... and punishes you. If you don't keep up appearances...
>You shudder at the thought.
>Even though your hands are full, you open the door for her, like you've been trained. Instinctively, you head to the kitchen, to prepare for the evening's meal. You unpack the groceries and begin to prepare one of her favorite meals. That's when you notice you forgot the apples. The pit of your stomach clenches. This is it. This is how it ends. Your voice shakes as you call for her
>"S-sweetheart?"
>"What, Anon?"
>"I-I think I might have forgot something."
>"I know."
>You begin to shake slightly. She's already thinking of a punishment. Quickly, you try to prepare another meal in it's place. You know it won't be the same, but it might make the punishment not as bad. There is a light knock on the door. You nearly sprint to answer it. Ripping open the door, you see a surprised Twilight Sparkle.
>"Oh. Uh. Hi Anon."
>"Hey. Uhm. Are you looking for Fluttershy?"
>"No not really. Um. I was just stopping by to say hi and see if you are enjoying that book I loaned you."
>You look inside and see the hard stare of two cyan eyes.
>"I-I haven't gotten to it yet. I'm afraid you have to leave now though. I'm sorry."
>Twilight puts her hoof in front of the door, stopping you from closing it.
>"Anon. Is she controlling you? I've had this vibe for a long time that you've been avoiding me... is it because of her? Is she forcing you to do this?"
>She looks up at you questioningly, with worried eyes.
>"Just tell me Anon... I'm worried about you."
>You look down at her, wishing to explain everything. Wishing to tell her what she does to you. All you can do is mouth out 'help'. She nods and you close the door lightly.
>"Anon. Would you come back here please?"
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>>29784553
>You close your eyes, turn on the spot, and know that whatever is ahead of you may be worse than if you didn't eat at all.
>
> You turn around, holding a hand on the doorknob.
>You could run. You could take off right here and right now. You could hide and never have to deal with her again.
>"Anon," you hear her voice call from the kitchen.
>Your foot moves forward as you dance like a rat toward the pied piper. Your muscles tremble. Your stomach turns. The air feels cold against the back of your neck, but a drip of sweat runs down your finger.
>Upon entering the kitchen, your eyes immediately move to the yellow pony sitting at the table in front of you.
>"What was that?" she asks.
>"Oh! Nothing," you answer happily. "Just Twilight, asking about that-"
>"I thought we talked about this," she interrupts, rising to her hooves.
>"It was just a passing thing and then she left, it wasn't that big of a-"
>Then her eyes move to you, and you feel as if the blazing sear of a hot branding iron press against the square of your back. You feel yourself tense as her eyes burrow into you. The stare. Your breath comes out in shallow bursts.
>"You knew what you did. And I know what you did."
>She moves to the stove, where tonight's dinner simmers. She takes an oven mitt and covers a hoof as she grabs the pan.
>----
>Twilight gallops through town, looking from building to building. She knows that something isn't right. Something is very, very wrong.
>"Where are they? I need one of the girls to help me if I'm going to get to the bottom of this."
>----
>Fluttershy takes the pan off of the stove and takes a deep whiff of the sizzling contents. She unfolds her wings, then lifts into the air with a single flap.
>----
>Twilight barges into Carousel Boutique and immediately sets her sights on Rarity.
>"Twilight, whatever is wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost," her fashionista friend asks, turning away from her work.
>----
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>>29784563
>You try to move, you try to lift a finger in defense, but your body is held still by her gaze. You grit your teeth as you feel the heat of the pan near your right temple.
>----
>"I think something's wrong with Fluttershy and Anon, Rarity," Twilight says. "Anon doesn't seem like himself lately."
>Rarity scoffs and shakes her mane.
>"Darling, is this still about that crush you had on him?" Rarity asks, turning back to her work. "I know it hurts to be turned down, love. But, it's been long enough. He chose Fluttershy, not you. Can't you just be happy for him?"
>"I don't think so. I think... something terrible is going on."
>"Like, what?"
>"I... I'm not sure," Twilight mutters. "But it isn't good."
>"Twilight, Fluttershy wouldn't even hurt a fly. And if she did, she would probably cry and apologize for it. Do you remember the last time we had a fly funeral when Rainbow accidentally swallowed a fly?"
>"That's not what-"
>"Darling," Rarity says, moving towards Twilight. "I'm sure it's just a figment of your imagination. It's fine. Everypony gets jealous sometimes. It's normal. But you can't go around making claims about things that could never happen."
>----
>The metal strikes your temple, and you can feel your skin sizzle at the touch. Your whole face turns as food, and oil fly towards your eyes and across your clothes. You're knocked off balance as you feel time moving in slow motion. A trickle of blood dribbles down the side of your face as you connect with the floor, lying still. You try not to make a sound, fearing what would happen for resisting your punishment.
>"Now," Fluttershy says, tossing the pan on the stove. "What have we learned?"
>
>------
>
> "Rarity, he muttered to me 'Help,'" Twilight exclaims to her friend. "Something is going on. I know it. Now are you going to come help me or not?"
>The white unicorn pauses, studying her friend.
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>>29784570
>"Really?" she says, her ears twitching. "That certainly does sound odd. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to go check things out."
>"Then, let's go. I have a bad feeling about this whole ordeal," Twilight says, turning to exit the store, her friend following behind.
>----
>You place a hand on the floor and slowly rise to your feet.
>"What did we learn?" Fluttershy says.
>"Don't talk to the other ponies."
>"What was that?"
>"Don't talk to the other ponies, master."
>"Good boy," Fluttershy says happily, trotting around you and pressing a hoof against the blistering burns on your face. You whince as you feel something solid move under the skin, as if something internal fractured. "Now look what you made me do. I hurt your handsome face... This is all your fault, you know that?"
>"This was my fault," you mutter.
>"Then, apologize."
>"I'm sorry, master," you stutter, a tear burning against your flesh as it rolls down your cheek. You rise to your feet. "I'll clean up this mess I made."
>"Yes, you will," Fluttershy says. "And in the mean time, I'll do some damage control."
>----
>As Rarity and Twilight trot towards Fluttershy's cottage, they slow when they notice the front door opening. Out pops the head of dear old Fluttershy, a smile drawn on her face and humming a simple tune as she closes the door behind her.
>"Well, here we are," Rarity says. "Now what?"
>"Just follow my lead. We aren't sure what we are looking for, so just act natural."
>"Fair, but if nothing is going on, I'll be the first to say 'I told you so.'"
>"Hi girls!" chimes the voice of Fluttershy as she grows near. "Isn't it just a lovely day?"
>"Hey Fluttershy," Twilight says in a sing-song voice. "It certainly is! Rarity and I were just on a little stroll to enjoy it. Would you like to join us? We were in the neighborhood, and figured we'd extend the invitation."
>Fluttershy shakes her head while raising a hoof.
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>>29784570
>"I really appreciate it girls, but I'm afraid Anon and I are going to be having dinner soon."
>"You know!" Rarity chimes in. "I haven't had a thing to eat all day. Fluttershy, I hope I'm not being rude, but would you mind if we joined you for dinner? It's such a long walk back to Ponyville, and I'd love the company, compared to being in my work room all day."
>"Oooh," Fluttershy says in a disappointed tone. "See, tonight is sort of... a date night, for Anon and I. It's a very special dinner. I-I hope it wouldn't be too selfish of me to refuse. I've been looking forward to this all week."
>"Oh not at all," Rarity says, looking to Twilight. "I'd sure hate to interrupt something like a date night that I'm sure the two of you have been working very hard on."
>"Oh yes!" Fluttershy says as Twilight frowns to Rarity. "It's always stressful to plan a date night. You always want to make sure everything is perfect and-"
>"You know what? I'm sorry for this," Twilight says.
>Then with a great flash of purple energy, the purple pony disappears.
>----
>You do your best to mop up the puddles of hot oil on the ground, but it leaves a bright shine of grease on the tile floor. After it looks like you've done more harm than good to the finish, you pick up the food particles then turn to the door. With a bright flash of purple light, you turn to find Twilight Sparkle standing inside Fluttershy's home. She turns and locks the door, then sighs.
>"I hope she'll forgive me for this, I have to-" But Twilight stops mid-sentence as she turns to you. You quickly wipe the dripping blood from your nose and look away. "Oh my Celestia, Anon! What happened?"
>"You need to go," you say. "It'll just get worse."
>"No, I'm not letting this happen."
>Twilight trots towards you, lays a hoof on you, then with another great flash of light, the world around you vanishes.
>----
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>>29784585
>The next months flew by. Twilight helped you file a suit against Fluttershy, and Authorities were able to trace the burned skin from your face to burned skin on the frying pan. It was open/shut assault and abduction. Fluttershy was placed on probationary activity, given that she only leave her home for Official Friendship Business for the Princess of Frienship. A permanent restaining order was placed on her for Anon. And in the mean time, you stayed in Twilight's Home. Living with Twilight Sparkle was weird, but you began to grow used to it.
>When you received the settlement money you decide it's time to finally regain your life. To take control. To get your life back once more. So now she sits in front of you, serving you a nice tall stack of pancakes.
>"Hey Twilight, can we talk about something?"
>"Of course, Anon," she says, levitating a stack of food to Spike's place for when he woke up. "What's up?"
>"Well, it's just. It's been a few months now, since everything settled down. I really appreciate what you've done for me and everything, but I think it's about that time that I head on my way and begin to rebuild."
>Twilight pauses in place.
>"You're going to go... out there?"
>"Yeah," you say. "Well, I mean. While I appreciate everything you've done for me, I mean, except for court stuff, I haven't even left this place. I'd love to begin to rebuild my life again. Ya know?"
>Twilight turns quietly, then moves toward you.
>"Anon, you can't go out there. You'll just get hurt again."
>"I, what?" you say, rising to your feet.
>"Anon, I can't allow you to put yourself in a place that you can be hurt again. Stay here. With me. I'll take care of you. I promise."
>"Uh, Twilight?" You say, taking a step back. "You're beginning to worry me."
>"I'm worried about you all the time," Twilight says. "I love you, Anon."
>Her horn glows, and you feel your left ankle give out. You fall and hit the corner of your head on the dining room table.
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>>29784590
>"I'll just have to show you some tough love. Don't worry, Anon," Twilight purrs, moving closer to you. "I'll take care of you. You won't need anypony else."
>
>-------------
>
>formicophilia
>
> You know what bugs me? That horrible feeling you get when you can tell you're about to get sick. Your body becomes all achey, you're tired, distractable, you can't fully invest yourself into anything. And worse, you want to do -everything- because you want to look like a responsible adult.
>Well, most of the time you want to look like a responsible adult.
>But no. Instead the proper thing to do is to lie in bed, get some sleep, and be dead to society. Screw if there any holidays around. Screw if your friends want to do that really awesome thing you wanted to do. You are stuck being a sicky-mcsickpants and have no time for fun.
>That's where you find yourself today, as you lie in bed, rolled in your covers as a sick burrito. Your eyes are closed as you desperately try to sleep in the middle of the day, but your mind wanders back to that one really stupid thing that you did that you still kick yourself for, but literally only you remember.
>You hear the three gentle knocks at the door downstairs, and decide that you shouldn't answer it. You know what, fuck this. This is dumb. You're sick. You're not going to get up or work on your sick day. You're going to continue to lie in bed and wonder if your Dad left the family because of that really big crush you had on your uncle.
>Then, you hear the door open downstairs.
>Shit.
>A soft pitter patter of hooves clamor up the stairs as you look to your closed bedroom door.
>Then, three gentle knocks.
>Ugh. She came halfway. You might as well indulge her.
>You roll out of your burrito and mosey your way to your bedroom door, you open the door wide and look down to the little yellow pegasus with a bucket.
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>>29784599
>'Why does she have a bucket?' you wonder as she tosses the contents of bucket toward you. 'Why does she have a bucket full of bugs in my-'
>Then, you unleash a girly scream that would pierce the ears of even the mightiest woo girls.
>"GET THESE FUCKING BUGS OFF ME ME. FUCKING SPIDERS. FUCKING BEETLES. FUCKING COCKROACHES. OH MY GOD FLUTTERSHY-"
>"Is Formicophila your fet-"
>"I WILL FUCKING MURDER YOU. I WILL MURDER EVERYTHING YOU STAND FOR," you shout, patting the bugs off your body. They bite and scurry all over your form as they panic. A house centipede crawls down your back as tears fall from your eyes. "I HATE YOU SO MUCH YOU FUCKING HORSE. THIS IS THE WORST THING YOU'VE EVER DONE."
>You sprint downstairs, grab a gallon of gasoline as spiders scurry toward you. You pour the gasoline all over your kitchen and living room, grab a match and light the gas as you sprint out of your home.
>Your entire home goes up in flames as Fluttershy leaps out of a window and takes to the air. You finally pat off the final ant from your hair, before taking a deep breath. You watch as your house continues to burn in the distance.
>One of these days, you really need to get these fetish guesses to stop. This is getting really out of hand. Maybe you should just fuck the poor horse. Maybe if you indulge her insects, then she'll finally stop guessing.
>
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>
>musicals
>
> It's a beautiful day in Equestria, especially in 4/4 time. You leap out of your bed, feeling alive and full of energy. You quickly throw on your clothes and toss open the window as a swell of horns brings an enchanting melody to the soundtrack of your day.
>"[i]The sky is blue![/i]" you sing. You gesture to the landscape. "[i]And all the trees are green! This is the greatest world that I've ever seen! I think you'll know exactly what I mean, when I say 'That pony can't ruin my day!'[/i]"
>The music swells down as you breath in a deep breath of air.
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>>29784604
>"Good Morning, World! I'm ready to take my life by the reins."
>You hop down the stairs. Turn on a pot of coffee and waltz through your kitchen. Throwing open your refrigerator, you toss objects behind you, and via some form of Equestria song magic, a frying pan lands on a hot burner, two eggs crack into the pan and begin to sizzle, without any shell getting into them, and a glass of orange juice pours itself. You toss the egg shells, cap the carton of orange juice that didn't spill a drop, and flip the eggs to get that perfect over-easy style.
>Then, there's three knocks at the door.
>The music pauses and then a suspenseful bass melody begins to play.
>"[i]Is that knocking? Whoever could be knocking? Oh no, Couuuld it be who I think it is. Please don't be knocking. STOP that DREADED knocking. Can't this stupid shtick just have an EEEND![/i]
>A strong crescendo of strings enters your morning song as you raise your hands to the sky.
>"[i]I'm frustrateeeed! BY FETISH GUESSES! Why can't Flutters just leave me aloooone. I'm frustrateeeed! BY FETISH GUESSES! Won't she get the picture and just gooooo.[/i]
>You sigh to yourself, shaking your head as the music lowers to a silence. Then a familiar tune begins to play
>[center][youtube=https://youtube.com/watch?v=2CMNV2GCsrs][/center]
>There's another knock at the door. You open the door.
>"Anon?" calls out Fluttershy. "[i]Do you wanna fuck a pooonyyy?"[/i]
>You slam the door. (AN: Stop the music.)
>"Fucking horse. I'm getting tired of your flowery sing-song bullshit."
>And then you realized that songs are fucking terrible. Trying to spend an entire day like it was a musical was a horrible idea, but on the bright side, you have an awesome breakfast.
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>>29784613
>You head back to the stove, plate your food, grab your drink, and walk to the table. However, due to your hasty work this morning putting on your shoes while in song, you never tied your shoelaces. You feel the jerk against your foot, and fall to the ground, the glass and plate shattering across the floor.
>"God fucking damnit," you mutter to yourself, resting your forehead against the floor.
>
>-------------
>
>podcasts
>
> "Woah! Wait a second, where the fuck am I?" you say, looking around the small white room you find yourself in. In front of you sits a single laptop with a headset. On the desk is a small desk light, and what looks like a fullscreened program window.
>You turn around, and you're greeted with another white wall, with a steel door. You grab the door by the handle and try to pull it open. It remains firmly closed.
>"Hey! HEY! Can anyone get me out of here?" you call out to the other side of the door.
>A small envelope slips under the door. You tear open the envelope and pull out a small red piece of paper.
>"[i]Put on the headset and talk. Then, you're free.[/i]" is written in hastily scribbled in black ink.
>You look back to the laptop, and take a deep breath. Well, shit. Your world certainly chose the right fucking day to turn into a horror movie. You sit down in the small, uncomfortable wooden chair, and put on the headset. You can already hear voices on the other side.
>"When do you think he's gonna get here? Do we have blog posts up?" says a female voice.
>"I just did mine," says a nasally, male voice.
>"Posted the thread," says another smoother male voice.
>"Oh my god I need scotch," says a more bassy male voice.
>"Uhm, hello?" you ask.
>"Oh shit! He's here, we can get started," says the bassy voice.
>"Count to ten for me?" asks the smooth voice.
>"Uh," you say. "One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten."
>"Perfect," says the smooth voice.
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>>29784620
>"Well, Anon!" says the female voice. "It's certainly good to meet you. Have you been briefed yet about us?"
>"Uhm, no?"
>"Oh, well shit. Uh, well-"
>"I pushed the button," interrupts the smooth voice.
>"Oh! WELL SHIT. Welcome to the Good Kidnappings in Equestria podcast. We have a wonderful show for you this week, we have MysteriousUtensil."
>"I hit him on the head," says the female voice.
>"We have MysteriousAnimu."
>"Why did I have to do all the heavy lifting?" says the annoying voice.
>"Orange juice," continues the bassy voice.
>"Hi," says the smooth voice.
>"And I'm FlappingPope. This week we have a really special guest that we didn't kidnap or hurt in the slightest, Anonymous! Anon, thank you for joining us this week."
>You pause, taking a moment to feel the back of your head, and pull blood away from your hair.
>"My head is bleeding," you say.
>"Perfect! Now for those-"
>As the FlappingPope person begins to drone on about things nobody cares about, you pause to wonder what in the hell is happening. Why are you here? What are you doing with your life? And more importantly, what does Fluttershy have to do with this?
>"So, now then, Anon," the FlappingPope voice says, cutting off your train of thought. "Time for interview questions. Who are you, and what have you done for the fandom?"
>"Uh, my name is on Anon. and. uh, What fandom?"
>"Why the My Little Human fandom, of course!"
>"Psh, impling you wouldn't want to touch hands," Utensil says.
>"I'd touch y-your hands," Pope interjects.
>"Gross," injects Juice. "Dat's gay."
>"Next question," Pope continues, as you continue to sit awkwardly, unsure how to handle the situation you're in. "What's you're favorite part of the fandom?"
>"Uh... that. uh. it exists."
>"Are you assuming that the fandom is corporeal?" Animu adds.
>A deafening silence rings for about a moment.
>"Oh my god, Animu. Did you just?" Utensil asks.
>"What?" Animu asks.
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>>29784628
>"Next question. If you had one thing to say to your fans, haters, people who are just getting into the fandom. What would you say?"
>"Who the fuck are you people?" you ask.
>"Perfect!" Pope says. "Then, last but not least. Who is best human?"
>"Uh. Me. I'm the only human in Equestria."
>"HA! Sure. You and the thousands of other humankin, buddy. Keep tellin yourself that," Utensil adds.
>"Did you just assume my humankin stat-"
>"Shut the fuck up, Animu. Nobody cares," Pope adds. "SO! That said. We have a set of user questions. As you all know, when we do this podcast, the users get to ask questions to our lovely guest. So, without further ado, we go to YellowQuiet123 who asks 'Is being on a podcast your fetish, Anon?'"
>Then, the veil falls. And you suddenly understand everything. You're locked in this stupid fucking room until the podcast is over, and you answer every question.
>"No. Podcasts arent my fetish, YellowQuiet123," you say.
>"But it might be -miiine-," says Juice.
>"Alrighty, now then. Off to ButterMellow420 who asks 'Is consentual oral sex being performed on you your fetish?'"
>"Oh my fucking christ, how many questions like this are there?"
>"DRINK!" screams the utensil.
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>>29784634
>"That's right, 'Fuck' is the drinking word. Also, all the questions are about this."
>And so, over the course of two hours, you were subjicated to over 80 fetish guesses, while these stupid fucks in the call poked fun. Weirdly, that Orange Juice guy seemed to enjoy every fetish on that list. It was weird. Maybe -he- would make a good Fluttershy kink partner.
>But, after you run out of questions, a tall stallion in a long black robe entered the chamber with a baseball bat. You rose from your seat as Flappingpope continued.
>"Thanks for watching the Good Kidnappings Podcast. Have a great weekend."
>The stallion swings the bat, and despite your attempt to duck out of the way, he collides with your head, and the world goes black.
>----
>Hours later, you awaken in your home, in your comfortable bed. The sun is shining. The day is fresh and new. You rise out of your bed with the most splitting headache. That's the last time you fucking ever go on a podcast. Especially not one that was rigged by fucking Fluttershy.
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https://pastebin.com/u/FlutterPriest
https://www.fimfiction.net/user/Flutterpriest

hi guys

>>29783333
"Fluttershy?"
>Your question causes the mare to pause, turning her head to you and regarding you with curious eyes and an eager grin.
>"Y-yes, dear?"
"Not to, ah..."
>Nervously eye up the elaborate, jewel-encrusted statue of you balls deep in Fluttershy as said mare polishes the gold plaque at the base.
"...'Kill the mood', but how exactly do you pay for all this stuff? How do you even request something like this? Who makes it, is it someone in Ponyville or...?"
>Fluttershy's eyebrows slowly knit together.
>"Anonymous. I love you more than you can imagine."
>Her smile fades, only to be replaced by a look of stern resolution.
>"But don't go asking questions you don't need to know the answers to."
>...
"Yeah so that wasn't suspicious in the slightest. Is it a drug ring?"
>"It might be a drug ring."

>The double-doors beneath Fluttershy's cottage are pushed open.
>You're still getting over the stairs under her living room rug, but this is something else.
>Rows upon rows of ponies, zebras, griffons and diamond dogs feverishly work away behind beakers, burners, and measuring equipment.
>A powerful smell saturates the air, of chemicals and mixtures you cannot describe.
>The very presence of it numbs your senses and dulls your mind.
>You shake your head, nudging Fluttershy.
"What -is- all this?"
>She turns to you with a firm expression, her voice suddenly taking on an uncharacteristically authoritative tone.

>>29784676
>"I am Fluttershy, and I am the most powerful mob boss in all of Equestria. I run a vast, intricate criminal syndicate that works in the shadows beyond the reach of the law. We supply the citizens of this nation and those beyond it with everything they could ever want: drugs, weapons, organs, brides, it doesn't matter. Those who cross me, die. Those who hinder my plans, die. Not even this nation's most powerful politicians are safe from me, and soon, not even the princesses."
>She smirks.
>"I am untouchable."
>The mare tosses her hair to one side, letting the din of the sweatshop around her fill the void in your conversation as she regards you with a practised confidence.
"...Right, so you have all that, yet you blow all your money on statues and dildos to try and fuck an alien who was like a six out of ten back on his homeworld."
>"I-It's a lonely life."
"How does a mob boss fuck up romance so badly?"
>"I kill and manipulate ponies! I don't romance them!"
"Oh shit, this explains why BonBon disappeared after she invited me out to drinks..."
>Fluttershy sniffs.
>"Sh-she's at the bottom of Ponyville Lake with a cinder-block tied to her hooves..."
"You're terrible, Fluttershy."
>"I know..."
>...
>"...Is it your fetish?"
"I..."
>You look up at the workers, your eyes following a diamond dog as he pulls a trolley overburdened with boxes of green herbs in plastic bags towards a set of doors at the back of the room.
"...How much money do you make exactly?"
>"I own Ponyville."
"Fuck it, yeah, it's my fetish."
>"Yaay~!"

And that's how Anon became a trophy husband.

>>29784641
Hello Flutterpriest.

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>>29784641
Jesus wept, you squeezed out a fat one today, Priest. Top quality stuff though. Keep on bringing the good word here, brah

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>>29784684
And now, we have a Nebulus mini-story. Fuck, we are blessed this Sunday. Top hole, Nebs, top hole...

>>29784641
Office Love chapter 2 when?

>>29784750
I'm about 1k words deep into it. I'm hoping this month.

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>>29784811

>>29771879
>You are Anonymous and you're in a book shop
>Instead of being in the graphic novels section or in the medical science section, drawing moustaches on the sperms in the sex ed books, you're in the Erotic Books section
>Equestria is bizarrely open with its "specialist" literature, from erotic books to wank magazines at the Sunday markets
>Anyway, after buying the essentials from the market, you find yourself standing here with a new book in your hand
"The Lusty Human Butler" by Mistress Notfluutershai...
>You roll your eyes at the mere thoughts of the content of this.
Notfluutershai... Where have I heard that name before...
>Then your eyes roll forwards as you work it out...
"Fluttershy... I think I'll pay her a visit..."
>You slip the book into your bag and bail out through the window, you don't caught dead buying this shit...

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>>29784641
Thank you

>>29784870
>As you aimlessly meander towards Fluttershy's home in the hill, you read the blurb on the back of the book.

When literature student Tran Quills meets the successful human novelist Kurt Anonns, she finds him very attractive and intimidating. However, she is convinced that the meeting when horribly and tries to forgot about the whole thing - until he turns up at her home and invites her out...

But Kurt is tormented by his own personal demons, consumed by his need to control. As their passionate love affair begins, Quills discovers more about her own desires and Kurt's own dark secrets...

>You can feel your stomach churn as you read this dribble...

>>29784957
> Fluttershy's hill is in sight. You think about what might happen next and you grin at the ideas in your head.
>You don't even knock on her door, she opens it as you step on her doormat.
>"Oh hi, Anon, I totally wasn't expecting you"
Yeah, sure you weren't. Anyway, explain this shit now.
>You say as you thrust her book into her face, almost chinning her with it
>"Anon, I don't know who this 'Not Fluutershai' is, never seen her before"
>She takes the book from your hands and turns it to the last page, showing the author's picture.
>It's a black and white still of Fluttershy with a comedy thick moustache on her muzzle and thick brow-line glasses.
Pull the other one, it's got bells on the end.
>"It's not me, seriously. She has a moustache."
She has your cutie mark, piss-streak
>"Darn..."

>>29785072
Is this how you get your jollies? Writing poorly-worded erotic literature about me? Like this?...
>You grab the book from her hooves and turn to a random page
"I'm the type of guy who can get you what you need. And what I need is LOVIN' "
>You flip to another page
"Now, I'm gonna open my fly and you're gonna swallow and I tell you to swallow."
>You flip towards the back of the book
"Basically, it come down to two choices, she says. Get busy livin' or just get BIZZAY!"
"AHH" "OHH" "MMM" "YEAH"
>You slam the book closed and drop it between the two of you
"Seriously, what is this shit, Fluttershy? Fluttershy?
>Her face has gone beet-red and something is trickling between her thighs...
"Jesus balls and asscrack, you're turned on, aren't you?"

>>29785192
>"Oh, Anon, is erotic literature your fetish?"
>She looks at you in that dreamy-eyed way like you did when it was steak day
>You pick the book up and read the back again
>Without hesitation, you slap her face while yelling:
EVEN. THE. TITLE. DOESN'T. MAKE. SENSE.
>She's on the floor, unconscious. But with a smile on her face.
>You spin on your heels and walk out but something stops you. Something is stopping you.
>It's like hum, a drone, a static-like mumble.
>It's that book, that bloody book. You want it, you want to read it.
>You're sweating, arms are trembling and knees are weak...
>You grab the book and dash out the house, cackling like a madman

THA END

It's been a while, I had to dust off the cobwebs. Whatcha think, bitches?

>>29785297
>not mentioning "how long this handle will take to polish"
i still loved it
good job
short sweet and simple
just how i like it
especially when it comes to my flutterfuck

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>>29785297
Great, would make into a book and slap my rapist with.

>>29785297
>>29784684
>>29784641
Holy shit thank you, this is turning out to be a great Sunday.

>>29787342
Is that an edit of that one Celestia comic?

>>29787700
Think so.

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>>29787342
>This is not looking goop.

This is totally not goop you guys

>>29785297
Just like AFlockOfYorkshirePuddings used to make.

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>>29788133
By 'eck there, dude, that's a blast from the past. It's been a while since someone last used that name...

>TFW I never really left, I was always here. I just never wrote...

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>>29788594
>"Since when did I get a coffee table?"

Bamp

>>29787700
The Celestia one was also a parody of The Friendly Orc's Daily Life.

>>29790928
Oh I never knew about that.

>>29790928
Now that's a fact I didn't know, neat.

>>29776356
RGRE, Demon Pony, and and Strange Waifu. I've written green in all threads.

>All this green
it's fucking beautiful

Priest, Neb, and of course Anonymous, you guys are all awesome. Thanks for giving me something new to read tonight.

>>29779334
>>29779773
I'm still here and I still write, both one shots and longer stories.
Thanks for posting that link to my Tree Hugger story, Anonymous. Good looking out, man.

>>29765646
Need some sauce on that pic :3

>>29787342
Oooooooooooooooo~

>>29796020
"I have come to soak you, Fluttershy."
>"Belay that intent, Anonymous. For I am wrapped within this protective velveteen cocoon."
"This water shall soak your cocoon, you shall not survive this day undrenched."
>"Again I must reply in mirth, your feeble water cannot accost me; I am invincible."
"Then let the battle be joined, and may the strongest will prevail."
>"Have at thee, knave, I bite my thumb at your laughable actions."
"But ponies don't have thumbs."
>"Fuck."

>>29796020
That is a pretty cute horse burrito.

>>29796020
ANON USES
WATER GUN!
It's not very
effective...
FLUTTERSUB
IS STILL SLEEPING!

>>29784641
I finally read it.

It inspired me to be inspired. Can't make any promises, but I'm inspired now.

Thanks, I guess.

>>29781596
Thanks.

Chill weed horse is perfection, even if her canon personality is so one note that it makes my inner writer scream.

>>29793775
Fluttershy is the outsider of her class. She's a mousy pony, all of their classmates hate her, and her mother is a fanatic zealot walks trots around in a black cape. After she gets her first heat, she is teased by the mares more ruthlessly than before. The gym teacher punishes the mares that were involved and one of them, Sunset Shimmer, feels sorry for what she did and asks her coltfriend to take Fluttershy to the prom instead of her. But another mare that has been banned from the prom, Cirrus Cloud, isn't so forgiving and hatches an evil plan with her coltfriend that involves Fluttershy and a bucket of paint But what none of the students realise that Fluttershy has the power of telekinesis, the pwer to move thing with your mind, and when you make her mad, she transforms from an innocent filly to a rage-filled monster.
And this is a prom that no-one will forget...

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>"I-i-is twerking your fetish, Anon?"

>>29798278
I see what you did there, and it made me laugh harder than it should have.

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>"I call."
/Ah, SHIT. No fucking way./
>You look at your hand in disbelief.
>It's rubbish.
>Five cards of nothing.
>You can only hope her hand is rubbish as well.
>But with a big, lewd grin, Fluttershy lays out a full house, Jacks high.
>You curse yourself for ever teaching ponies this game.
>"I won, Anon! Now you HAVE to tell me your fetish... i-if that's okay with you."
>It is NOT okay with you.
>But a bet's a bet.
"Alright, fine. MY fetish..."
>You have a lot of them actually.
>You pick one you know she has no hope of fulfilling.
"MY fetish, is a girl who can suck-start a Mustang."
>You had a 2005 Mustang GT you were still making payments on when you got sucked into this weird, candy-floss pony world.
>You're pretty sure Mustangs aren't made here.
>But oh yeah, there's THAT.
"The CAR. Not the horse."
/Yeah, good luck with that banana-shush./
>"Okay!"
>Fluttershy runs out of Sugarcube Corner, leaving you sitting there with your grin rapidly melting.
>Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash, having folded much earlier, snicker amongst themselves.
"Alright, spill it. Whadda you two know that I don't?"
>"Nothing!" says Rainbow Dash, disappearing out the door in a multi-colored blur.
>Pinkie Pie gives you a broad wink.
>"Have fun, Nonny!"
>With that, she heads upstairs.
>Puzzled, you collect what's left of your winnings and head home.

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>>29800001

>tfw you're one off a big get.

>The next morning, you are awakened by a car horn on your front lawn.
/What the?/
>honk... honk... honk...
/No. Fucking. Way./
>You raise yourself up on your elbow and look out the window.
>Sure enough, there's fucking Fluttershy.
>Standing next to something that immediately jolts you into full wakefulness.
>The same shade of yellow as your miniature equine tormentor.
>A 1971 Ford Mustang Mach 1.
>With the driver's door open and Fluttershy leaning inside to sound the horn.
/Where in the nine hells did she.../
>Fluttershy sees your face in the window and waves to you.
>"Anon, watch this!"
>She flips the ignition to "run" then shuts the door.
>She walks around the back of the car.
>You watch carefully, transfixed.
/There's just no fucking way!/
>Fluttershy pauses by the back bumper and takes several deep breaths.
/Is there?/
>With a gleam of determination in her eye, Fluttershy applies her lips to the tailpipe, carefully forms a seal, and sucks for all she's worth.
>The strain is evident on her face.
>With a coughing rumble, the 351 cubic-inch V-8 motor cranks into life.
>Fluttershy backs away, coughing up a cloud of premium exhaust.
>Then she turns to look at you, her eyes full of triumph and lust.
>And you hate to admit it, but you are painfully erect right now.
/Welp, only one thing to do now./
>Tossing aside your blankets, you open the window.
>"Yay!" Fluttershy cries, immediately taking wing.
>Just before she shuts the window, she turns and waves to the car idling in your front yard.
>From the driver's seat, Angel Bunny waves back.
>But hey, you got to keep the car.
>And that's how you sound up...
>Fucking Fluttershy.

>>29800136
That was a pretty entertaining read Anon.

>>29800735

I feel like she deserves to win one every once in a while.

>>29800766
Yeah it should happen once in awhile.

>>29801797
Man little flutters tries so hard that its actually adorable as fuck.

>>29800735
>I read it through now and all I can see are the dumb mistakes I made.
>I'll bet Neb and Priest never have this problem.

>>29803388
You're gonna fuckin die.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9T1vfsHYiKY
I want to be shagged by a rare dash

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>>29802389
Hi Anon.

Here's the first Flutterrape story I ever saved to my pastebin, way back on November 29th 2012:
https://pastebin.com/QExqYQa4

Please take note of all the grammatical errors and how the story generally looks and reads like crap.

As for Priest? His first story was about a human waking up in Equestria with AMNESIA.

We both had terrible beginnings, but with practice and time we got better, so don't go getting yourself down. Writing is a learning experience, like masturbating with Bengay.

>>29803492
You've come a long way.

I've been reading your shit for about three years now, and you have certainly improved.

And uh, thanks for keeping the thread alive.

>>29803492
I liked the premise of that story thank you for posting it.

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>>29803492
>A poorly drawn picture of Flash
>"Savior of the universe"

I want to know what else is saved on your hard-drive bu then again, I don't want to...

>>29803492
>Implying amnesia is a bad premise

Been done doesn't mean it's bad.

Fluttershy did 9/11. The media lies.

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>>29800136
>>29802389
Didnt notice, didnt care. Liked it anyway

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>>29804955
It's been a while since I seen this meme. 2013, maybe?...
Jeez, am I that old?

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>>29805522
Yes, now please lay in the wooden box in that hole.

>>29805662
What's wrong with her mouth.

>>29804464
The problem comes down to the execution. Does the story -really require- amnesia as a plot device? or is it a crutch that the writer is using as an excuse to create tension and intrigue. It's hard to pull off effectively.

musical bump
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C98miHzBoSY

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>>29809878
All I'm thinking of is that scene from Vampire's Kiss, which spawned the Nicholas Cage "you don't say" meme, where he just berates his secretary.

>>29809935
I'm gonna have to look that up later.

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What will happen if instead of the ways of tradition, a pony guesses the fetish of another pony?

It is best we never know.

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>>29810217
Well that's hardly fair. Since Pinkie knows pretty much everything about everyone of her friends, including stuff they never told each other, all stored in her Ponk Cave filing cabinet, she would almost certainly know their fetishes as well.

>>29810228
Well now I want to see Fluttershy attempting to break into the pink cave for fetish knowledge.

>>29810771
>break into the pink cave
I'd break into her pink cave. Giggity.

>>29811140
I thought for sure I typed Ponk cave but I guess not.

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>>29811177

pink, ponk, pink, ponk, pink, ponk...

>>29810771
>Robinshy, to the pink cave!
[Flusters herself]

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>>29811208
>"Ringa-ding-ding, Anon!"
"Ugh, what-- it's..."
>You pick up your bright pink alarm clock, squeezing the sides to make the back-light come on.
>It beams back at you.
"Pinkie it's pitch black outside... is it still midnight...?"
>The alarm clock replies in a chirpy, sing-song voice.
>"It doesn't matter what you think the time is, silly, it's time for my favouritest time of the day!"
"Wh--"
>"Rape time!"
"Pinkie it's not rape time I have work tomorrow..."
>"Woaaah, look at the time, time for you to take off your pants, stick me up your butt and let me wake you up inside!"
"No, it's not, why did I even buy you?"
>"Because you're lonely and I'm the only person you talk to!"
>You stare at the alarm clock, the dial resembling Pinkie Pie's face.
>It smiles warmly at you.
>"Soo about that butt stuff."
>You hit snooze and Pinkie immediately falls asleep.
>Tomorrow you're taking her back to the store.
>Buying pony-themed homeware was a mistake.
>You sigh as you rub your face into your bright yellow and pink pillow, trying to fall asleep.
>It shudders in response.

Why the fuck did I write that.

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>>29813000
You did it because you believed in the power of trips.

And that you're here forever. That too.

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>>29813000
n-now write another where fluttershy replaces pinkie with herself.

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>>29813148
I didn't think I needed that but I was wrong.

>>29765646

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So I suppose the reason she's so aggresive about this is because Anon most likey got bird married without knowing it.

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>>29813000

The power of Badumsquish compels you.

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>>29815905
>You're Anonymous and you're sat in bath. Just chillin' out
>Then you realise you're just sat in the bathtub, naked as the day you were born.
Oh yeah, there should be water...
>A bit of hot and cold and the tub is full.
>A couple of minutes later, you sense something off.You just can't put your finger on it.
>The bathroom is empty, a slight evening breeze blowing through the window.
>Back to the matter at hand, you grab your Pinkie Pie-branded Cotton Candy shampoo. Now edible!
Don't judge! It was on offer!
>You say to no-one in particular
>Run the suds through your hair and submerse under the water.
>Again that nagging feeling...
>Something falls and you quickly rise above the water line.
>That shampoo bottle must have slipped off the side.
>You grab your Pinkie Pie-branded cupcake body wash and begin sponging yourself down
>Soon, you hear this really quiet but heavy breathing. You slowly spin around and see a very sweaty Fluttershy stood at the edge of your bath.
>The two of you just stare until she bellows
>"CAN I WASH YOUR DICK?!? WITH MY MOUTH!?!"
>You scream and punch her right in the kisser and she goes down quicker than the subscriber count to Fine Bros. Edit: Man that reference will be dated soon...
>You're sat in the tub, beet red and with the flannel flopping about around you.
>Fluttershy is out cold. A big bruise in the shape of your fist is growing on her cheek.
Man, how am I gonna explain this one?...

End

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>>29816724
>bruise in the shape of your fist on her cheek
T-tell ponies that it's her fetish... maybe... maybe it'll work out for you.

[Clever joke with going across town punching ponies that want the D]

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>>29782009
It's not like I'm doing anything with it.

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>>29817249
So you're willingly giving Fluttershy what she wants now? Such a change of heart, Anon.

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>>29818773
Not that Anon, but sometimes ya know, just sometimes.

>>29818773
If all she wants is a jolly good rogering, then why not?

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>>29820066
You're gonna let her tight equine vagina milk you to an explosive orgasm?

>>29820828
That artist sure can draw a puffy pony pussy.

>>29820828
Sometimes, dude, you just gotta bite that bullet.

>>29821512
I think the word you're looking for is engorged. Extra blood flow, more cushion for the pushin'.

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>>29817249
>>29819742
>>29820066
>>29821928
>fucking some crazy bitch
She's just gonna cry "rape" or divorce you or give you Stockholm's syndrome while abusing you.
You're bigger than this anons.

Just do what any other bastard would do. Outsource it.

>>29822018
I kinda forgot that she was an actual psychopath, at least for one episode.

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>>29822018
Or, you know, she doesn't want to be berated by her mother and stay alone for the rest of her miserable life and can only stay sane by focusing her obsession on the animals.

Just some food for thought.

>>29822078
Man that was a really good oneshot with it's ceaseless unrelenting animals.

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>>29822226
U N R E L E N T I N G
A N I M A L S

>>29822226
It was, but also wasn't far from being a possibility.

>>29820828
Who is the artist ?

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>>29822244
>After the evils I've seen...
>After all the unrelenting actions of the Godless ponykind have done...
>I feel nothing...

>But the fire, I see...
>Everything...
>I feel its warmth caressing me, like a long-lost lover...
>As I stare into the burning embers, the smoldering ashes below, the billowing smoke above...
>It speaks to me; whispering sweet nothings to me...
>It says...

Hot monkey d*ick...

>>29822415
askamberfawn

https://derpibooru.org/1405781

>>29784684
JUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAA!

>>29822471
Is this her way of saying she burned your house down in an attempt to force you to live with her?

>>29784641
Pretty sure all of these are reposts.

Nonetheless thanks for the reposts.

>>29824157
They were originally on fimfic, yes.

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And you thought you would be able to sleep in on Saturday.

>>29824467
That ass looks soft as fuck.

>>29822054
It's literally why we exist.

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>>29822054

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>>29824145
I'm the guy who posted that and I will give you the long answer which involves me talking for a long time about a subject not in anyway related and pretty soon, you'll forget all about it. But I'll remind you that I have great haircut and under my stewardship, this post, and Flutterrape in general, will receive the most likes and views, especially if you turn the graph upside down. Turn it upside down and you'll see the evidence for yourself...

>>29826566

The key to a happy life is sincerity.
Once you can fake that, you've got it made.
Fuckity-bye.

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I like to think this was the first interaction between Shy and Anon.

>>29827555
>'It is the penguin male who will tend the couple's single egg'
I bet that's her favorite part.

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>You get this idea in order to beat the system
>pic related
>You'll -show- Fluttershy your fetish on one condition.
>Do you go through with it?

>>29827555
>>29828406
I would love to watch March of the Penguins with her.

>>29828742
Yes
>turns out that what is reveal is a mirror

>>29828742
>She's blindfolded
>I get to kiss her wherever and whenever I choose
>She can't see when or where the next kiss will land
It's a pretty erotic game, tbhfam. Try it with your partner sometime.

>>29828406
Honestly I can't disagree with that.

Boop