Flutterrape - 27/6/17

>>30400399
Nigger

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Yeeeah, work that grill baby

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"You're going to LOVE ME!!!"

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>>30400845

>>30400845
roger roger

>>30400404
Fpbp.

Covfefe.

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Darkened it for the fellows who couldnt read it as well in the last thread~

Making it happen, Im already quarter of the way through the next page!

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>>30401952

>>30401952
Looks really good Vinny.

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https://pastebin.com/Y6VUhdVF

>>30385847
>The next day rolls on by, along with another day that you wear these fucking skinny jeans.
>She did say wear something that you wouldn’t mind getting dirty in, and you actually give a shit about the other pairs of pants.
>With that in mind, you wear a rugged, washed out shirt and faded sneakers for situations like these, so you’re set.
>As you’re about to knock on her door, it swings open.
>You stop your fist mid-air, avoiding a close call from punching her in the face.
"Oh, hello, Pinkie!”
>She giggles from you spontaneous outburst that you would call a greeting.
>”Come on in, silly!” She waives her hand inward, directing you to enter her home.
>You do so and follow her into the kitchen.
>Pie pans, sacks of flour, mixing bowls, a rolling pin, and bowls of mixed fruit.
>”Looks like you’re ready for it. All you need is to wash your hands and we’ll be set!”
>You nod and head over to the sink to wash your hands.
>”Oh, and you might want to splash some water on your face, because it’s going to get HOT in here!” She warns you while preheating the oven.
“Can’t we open the windows up?”
>”I wish.”
“Why do you say that?”
>”They are supposed to slide open, but they are rusted to a point that it’s nearly impossible to make it budge!”
>You groan out of the inevitable misery these next few hours are going to be for you.
>”Cheer up! We’re going to have a great time!” She grabs your shoulders and shouts with joy. “Trust Pinkie Pie to give you a fun time!”

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>>30403112
>This is fucking dreadful.
>It’s hot as a goddamn oven in here!
>The water coming from the sink can do so much to cool you down, and Pinkie wasn’t kidding about the windows in the kitchen, these things refuse to budge.
>Pinkie Pie pulls out a set of pies from the shitbox that she calls an oven, whereas you continue to splash some water on your face.
>”Whoo-wee! Sure is hot in here, huh?” She says with enthusiasm that boggles your mind.
“Pinkie, I think we need to leave and take a break.”
>”I’m afraid that we can’t do that!”
“Why not?!” You plead out for mercy.
>”Because, we still got a whole lot of batches to go through!” She somehow still says it with cheer in her voice while putting in a few more pies in the already.
>You sigh, wishing that this would be all over.
>”Hey now, don’t be so upset!”
>That’s an understatement right there.
>You start to regret doing this.
>”Let Pinkie here think of something to get you to take your mind off of it.”
>She grabs a jar of icing mix and directly eats out of it, thinking over on what to do with you.
>”I KNOW!” She opens up a door to a cabinet and pulls out a boombox.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GeZZr_p6vB8
>What the…?
>She begins to dance along the beat, while gliding her hands down her body.
>Wait a minute… This song…
>”Come on, Nonny! Let’s dance!”
>Welp, this is it.
>You never thought that you would die while listening to this fucking song, along with a pink girl that’s stripping to it.
>Wait, what?
>You take a good look and notice that Pinkie Pie threw off her apron, and is sliding right out of her shirt and skirt.
>Now she’s in nothing but a blue thong and bra.
>”Don’t leave me hanging, Nonny!”
“Can we slide open the door!?” You nearly shout as she turns the dial.“
>”What?! You need help with taking your clothes off?! Okay!”

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>>30403127
>You back away as Pinkie rushes over to you, but she trips over a used pan, causing the icing mix to fly out of her hand.
>It lands on your abdomen and makes a sticky streak down to your crotch.
>”Whoops! Here, I’ll clean that up for you!”
>You continue to back away, but stop when your rump hits the counter.
>Some of the pies slide away when you backed onto them.
>”Don’t worry about the pies! We’ll make room for ourselves!” She gloats out when kneeling down to undo your pants. “Jeez, Nonny. These really are tight!” She exclaims when tugging them down.
>No, fuck this. You’ve had it with her antics.
>You look over to the side to notice that the boombox is within arms reach.
>While she's trying to get your jeans below your knee, you reach over to grab the boombox.
>Pinkie stops for a moment to look at you.
>”Nonny? What are--” Before she could even finish, you chuck it at a window, causing it to shatter and the music to slowly fade away until it completely stops with a loud crash.
>She doesn’t struggle when getting up to see the mess that you’ve made.
>”NONNY! That was Limestone’s!”
“And?”
>”She-- You-- The window--” She stops to look around, ending by looking at you in shock. “Oh man, my family is going to be very upset about this! I don’t think I’ll be able to invite anyone over for a long time!” She complains.
“I’m sorry.” You give out a half-hearted apology.
>She sighs while you pull up your pants..
>”Just, take any of the pies and go.”
>You grab a pie from the counter and check to make sure it doesn’t have any glass shards inside of it before heading out.
>You walk by the shattered boombox and continue on walking home, but stop when someone calls you.
>You pull out your phone and see that it’s Norman.
>Fucking hell, what does he want?
>You pick up and listen.
>”Hey man! How’d it go?”
“Not so well.”
>”What did you do? You just had to make pies.”

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>>30403139
“It’s a long story, and my phone is about to die.” You lie, hoping that he wouldn’t catch you.
>”Don’t worry, I called to make sure that it was you.”
“What?”
>”Look to your left.”
>You do and notice Norman is about to cross the street.
>Son of a bitch...
>”Hey, wait up!” He shouts when crossing over.
>You allow him to catch up, thinking that it’s better to act cool, rather than running away and to leave a trail of spaghetti.
>”Woah, you look like hell.”
“Thank you for stating the obvious.”
>”Seriously, what happened?”
“If you want to know so badly, you’re buying me a drink.”

>You take a sip out of your lemonade and walk away from the food stand.
>”There, satisfied?”
“It could use some more sugar.”
>He chuckles when punching your shoulder.
>You enjoy messing around with him, and vice versa.
>But it looks like you still have to fulfill your part of the deal.
>”Now that you have that drink, want to tell me what happened a few hours ago?”
>You sigh.
“If you want to know, it went from baking to a literal hot box.”
>”You’re joking.”
“Why else did I look more red than some woman's period blood?”
>He cringes at the imagery you painted out for him.
>”I’m going to need more than that on why you look like you took a long walk down a desert.”
>You guide him over to a bench and prepare to tell him the ‘fun times’ you had with Pinkie.

>After a good five minutes, you explained to him about the entire shitfest.
>He stares at you, wondering if what you’re saying is true.
>”Dude, first the white chick rubbing you down, now this?”
“I know. You’d think that this would all be in a wet dream.”
>”You’re telling me.”
>”Hey, you!”
>The two of you look to the side to see some orange country girl approaching.
>”I’ve heard about what you did to my friend, and I think that’s mighty terrible.”

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>>30403157
“Look, it’s not my fault when I couldn’t even open up a fucking window!”
>”Yes, yes. But now, I reckon that she wants you to help her pay for the window.”
“Like that’ll ever happened, I’m broke.”
>”Now hold up, city slicker, I’m actually here to help you out.”
>Oh boy, here we go.
>You wonder on what she’s going to offer you.
>”If you help me clean up the apple fields tomorrow, I’d be more than happy to pay off that broken window.”
>At this point, what do you have left?
>You look at Norman, hoping if he could bail you up.
>”Don’t look at me, bro. This is all on you.”
>Great, you can always rely on him…
>”So, how about it?”
>She sticks out her hand, expecting you to shake it.
“One question; how did you know about this?”
>”Word travels fast here, sugarcube.” She giggles her arm around, still leaving her offer up there.
>You reach out and grab her hand, shaking it.
>”Great! Meet me at my house at sunrise tomorrow!”
“But, it’s a Saturday.”
>”Exactly! It’s going to take us the entire day to get us to get a good chunk of the work done. Normally I would do this with my sis and big brother, but they have their own plans.”
>Those two will most certainly have a wonderful time in compared to what you're going to do.
>She stops the handshake and walks away, leaving you with your confused friend.
>”Do you ever think that the stars are aligned, or some cosmic shit that’s going on?”
“No, why do you say that?”
>”Dude, two girls just offered themselves and you pushed them away. Are you sure that you want to let this one go as well?”
>You take a sip out of your lemonade and think about it for a while.

Done for now. You can read ahead in the pastebin.

>>30393172
Another story, perhaps. Or maybe later on.

Also, Liberty Writefag, I am still waiting for a 5th part http://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/29445030/#29521635

>>30403182
Not bad, looking forward to the next parts.

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>>30403182
Apul a shit

Is Snoop Dogg your fetish?

>>30405448
Forgot the link
https://soundcloud.com/thetaze/smoke-weed-everyday-ft-flutterchan

Do any of you guys have the green text where fluttershy carefully feels back anons foreskin to reveal the clitoris?

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>>30405709
kek

>>30406014

Do we have an archive of the fluttertied vocaroos?

>>30406328
There should be some here:
http://iwatchitfortheplot.romesilvanus.io/Pony/Audio/

>>30406328
I think most of those vocaroos have expired.

>>30401309
Why is she so fucking cute when she's flustered.

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>>30403182
>You yawn when looking at the passenger window, watching as the houses pass by and the sun peering over the horizon.
>Only six hours of sleep and you’re off to that orange girls’ house at the crack of dawn, and on the weekend?
>This truly is a new type of hell.
>”Honestly, if what you’re telling me is true...” Your mother angrily mumbles to you.
“If it wasn’t, I wouldn’t even have bothered to tell you about it.”
>She sighs, trying to keep her attention on the road.
>”Just be happy that your father doesn’t know anything about this.”
“Yet.” You add in, knowing that he’s bound to get wind of this soon enough.
>”Look here; if you do this right, and I mean help out with that pink girls window, I’ll forget this ever happened, capiche?”
“Yeah, yeah.” You agree with low energy.
>”What was that?” She irritatingly asks when pulling in the driveway.
“Yes, mother.” You appropriately reply, even with a bit of bitterness in your tone.
>”Good, call me when it's done.”
>You open the door and leave the car.
>”And try not to break anything this time!” She shouts out before you shut the door.
>You watch her drive off, thinking how lucky she is on the fact that you didn’t break her window.
>”Mornin’ partner!” A familiar jolly voice picks you off guard.
>You turn around and see that farm girl approaching you… in a blue dress.
>”Right, I forgot my manners. The name’s Applejack.”
>Your main focus is still on why would she even wear that instead of anything else.
>”It’s the frilly dress that’s bothering you, isn’t it? I’m actually wearing it because the word on today is that it’s going to be warm out here.” She takes a good look at you. “And it looks like you’re doing the same with them shirt and shorts.”
>She walks up to you and puts a hand on your shoulder.
>”I like a man that’s prepared.” She guides you into the barn and grabs out a hedge trimmer.

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>>30409402
>“First things first, we need to get the bushes done. Then we hand pull the weeds from the pavement, and move on to getting the dead branches off the trees.”
>She hands it over to you and guides you over to the row of bushes.
>”And that’s just the beginning for you.”
“Hold up, I’m basically being your gardener for the day?”
>”I thought you knew.” She replies with a smirk. “Besides, you don’t know the family way on how to paint the barn properly.”
“Does it involve double coating?”
>”Well, yeah, but it’s not as easy at it sounds.”
”Do you go from top to bottom, or bottom to top?”
>”Now what does that matter?”
“It does, if you don’t want to get that pretty dress ruined.”
>”If I did care about it, I wouldn’t have worn it, now would I?”
>You can’t doubt that logic.
>"Well, let's get to it!" She smacks you on the back before walking off, revealing a bit of her assets. "I'll check up on you every now and then to make sure you aren't slacking off."

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>>30409406
>A few hours later...
>With a good heave, you drag the very last bale of hay over to the rest.
>After this, you should be done.
>Nearly twelve hours of Applejack’s chores have kept you up.
>Sure, there was a break once every while, but that was barely enough to give you enough energy to continue.
>You were more than glad when she offered you a sandwich around lunchtime, or else the growling in your stomach would’ve never stop.
>As you were hauling it over the other bale of hay, the string that was keeping it together rips.
>Straws of hay scattered around you, leaving you to groan in anguish.
>Applejack isn’t going to like any of this.
>Speaking of which, you hear the barn door slide open, allowing a familiar shadow cast over a good portion of the barn.
>”How’s it going in here?” Applejack questions you as she’s standing outside, blocking the setting sun.
“Almost done here, just need to clean up the last of this hay.”
>You gather as much that you can in your arms and try to sculpt it into a cube.
>”Heh, it’s fine, sugarcube. Just put it all into a little bush and let’s talk for a bit.”
>you stop for a moment, pondering over what she wants to talk about.
>If it’s about your payment, she better not back out on her word, or else that tree sitting on a nearby hill will be the perfect spot for her grave.
>You sit down, waiting for her to say something.
>She grabs the end of her dress and fans it out, exposing her plain white panties.
>”Quite a day, huh?”
“Yeah… So, what is it that you wanted to talk about?”
>”Now, I did say that I would help out with the window, but what about that broken contraption that you tossed out the window?”
>Oh shit...
>”I’ll fill in for that as well.”
>There’s an ‘if’ coming, isn’t there?
>”If,” there it is, “you drop them trousers for me.”
“Um, what?”
>”You heard me. Just drop ‘em and let me do the rest.”
>She crouches down and reaches over for your shorts.

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>>30409413
>She crouches down and reaches over for your shorts.
“I don’t think so.”
>You scoot away, and begin to stand up.
>She forces you back down and gets on your lap.
>”Now what’s the rush? Granny’s asleep and the rest of my family won’t be back for another hour.”
“I’d rather gain my wizard powers rather than give you a shag on this germ infested pile of crap.”
>”Uh, who’s getting what now?”
>You push her off and stand up, making your way towards the barn door.
>”Pinkie’s going to be mighty upset over the music box!”
“I’ll live with it!” You yell out, halfway done from leaving her in this barn.
>”Guess you leave me with no choice.” A moment later, a loud ripping sound stopped you.
>Did she just went primal and ripped her dress of?
>As you were turning around something flies over you and then falls down.
>Before you know it, you’re trapped in a thick layer of rope.
>”Gotcha!” She pridefully says when luring you in.
>You tried to fight back, but the rope was too strong and pinned your arms to your waist.
>”I love it when they’re playing hard to get!” She shouts out when pulling you in.
>You do your very best to anchor your feet down, but it fails as you slide across the floor.
>Unfortunately, she wins, pulling you back to the messed up pile of hay.
>”Ha-ha! Nice try, sugarcube!” She wraps the rope around you and pushes you down. “Now, stop your squirming, I don’t wanna hurt ya.”
>A different shadow casts over you.
>”Applejack?” A young voice interrupts your about-to-be rape session.
>The two of you look to see a small, young girl that looks a bit like Applejack.
>”Apple Bloom!” Applejack scrambles around to get her dress back in place, trying to hide her white bra that matches with her undergarments. “W-why are you home so early?!”
>”Sweetie Belle couldn’t hang out anymore because of her sister.”
>”What’s Rarity cryin’ over this time?!” She barks out when getting up.

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>>30409417
>”Sweetie didn’t say, but what I heard from Rarity was something about how much of a failure she was, along with what’s wrong with her makeup, or something.”
>”So why are you here!?” With a closer examination, you can see that there’s a bit of duct tape dangling on the back of her dress.
>Did she plan this out?
>”The door is locked and I don’t have the key.”
>”Again?!”
>”I was in a rush this mornin’!”
>As they are arguing, you begin to wiggle around, trying to escape from the rope.
>Applejack groans.
>”Alright, I’m on my way.” You freeze, hoping that she wouldn’t look at your attempt to escape. “I’ll be back, so don’t try anything funny while I’m gone.”
>She storms out and begins to close the door.
>”Did the heat get to you or what?” Apple Boom questions her state of mind.
>”Oh shut it.” She slams the barn door shut and locks it.
>You waste no time on wiggling around to get out.
>Damn, she’s good.
>But that won’t stop you!
>You thrash around, trying to loosen it up.
>After a good thirty seconds you stop to check if it worked.
>It didn’t even work in the slightest bit.
>You go full retard and do it again, but this time, you stand up.
>You stop after hitting a barrel and tripping over it.
“Argh, what the…?”
>You take a look and read out the stamped out words.
“APPLE CIDER.”
>A small flow of it pours out.
>You get an idea, but you have to act fast.

>The lock on the barn door jiggles around.
>”Alright! Hope you’re ready for the ride of your life time, partner!” Applejack announces when sliding the barn door open.
>She looks around, only to notice a damaged apple cider barrel still leaking on the ground, some rope scattered across the floor, and you, about to jump through the barn window on the second floor.
>”Hold it right there, you slippery varment!” She points at you, slowly exiting through it.

Done for now, I might write some usual pony green or The Lone Cabin later on before giving more of this story. Tarra for now.

>>30409454
Sounds good, looking forward to what comes next.

>>30410817
SOMEBODY

>>30403182
Pinkie stripping, and then trying to pull my pants down, is totally my fetish
don't tell Fluttershy

>>30412993
ONCE

>>30414380
TOLD

>>30414544
ME

So what did You all think of the movie trailer?

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>>30415842
Nothing amazing, but nothing too stupid... aside from the animation, but one can adjust to that.
I'll give it a fair chance. Did that with the show and general, and EQG, kinda liked both, so...

Although Tempest Shadow is looking to be just the right amount of bitchiness that gets my dick hard...

Hope the movie hype doesn't kill this thread overnight.

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>>30415842
Maybe its me maybe its the trailer presentation, but the plot seem awfully basic, my only other gripe is the 3d zeppelin looks like a piece of shit.

Other than that im just happy to see more pony.

>>30416940
>That close up.
I don't know whether to be impressed or scared.

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>mfw Nebulus is the father that goes out for smokes and never comes back.

>>30417628
He'll probably be bac either today or tomorrow.

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>Anon, is Goofy your fetish? Ahyuk!

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>>30417777

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>>30400845

>>30417777
I really didn't need this in my life.

>>30401649
retard faggot

>>30409454
This is amusing. Nice work.

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>>30418195
>>30417837
>You better lock your doors and windows

Movie trailer Ponk a cute

>>30417777
Wasted quads...

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>>30419765

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>>30417777
JESUS

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>>30400845

>>30422421
This is why you don't take just anyone to prom.

Swooping with a bump, im doodling tonight
Riiiiiiight after i buy a steam game on saaaaale

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bumperooni

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Every time she gets rejected, she forces her animals to act out the life she wants with you.

>>30424071
One drink is clearly too much for her.

Necromancy happens.

>>30414176
I see that you have good taste.

>>30424229
Then I would report her and have her animals taken away. Then laugh when she is begging them to leave them with her.

>>30422838
It happens when you just simply glance at someone else. But hey, you could always make it up to her later that evening.

This has gotten way more intense.
https://derpibooru.org/1475537

>>30427984
I prefer the earlier preview desu. This one's animation doesn't seem as fluid.

>>30428356
It'll probably get touched up a bit before the whole thing is realeased.

>>30428356
Might be better as a webm.
https://e621.net/post/show/1262784/3d_-artwork-animated-bestiality-cutie_mark-digital

>>30429241
F

>>30429241
Goodbye anon, you will be remembered.

>>30427984
>>30428955
>jiggling ass
>flopping ears
>those facial expressions
>already getting rough
Mate, you just gave me a pulsing dick.

>>30430375
I'm really curious if he'll do one about AJ's mom.

>>30430999
Not like she can be introduced to Anon via AJ, so unless he's making comments about her picture or something in front of Applejack...

>>30431703
I just figured it'd be done as something tasteless.

>"What? No, I said extra large you fucking imbecile."
>You quietly type away, vaguely listening from afar to the sound of Fluttershy attempting to order a pizza.
>Your tired eyes wander from your screen to the clock on your cubicle wall.
>It's late at night, and each passing second seems to be longer than the last.
>A quick nudge from your elbow causes a snort from the pony next to you.
>She stirs, waking from her no doubt pleasant dream and grumbles in her typical post-nap manner.
>Wordlessly, you pour a cup of lukewarm coffee from the machine on your desk and slide it over to your companion.
>Short Storys takes it without comment and gulps it all down, the two of you staring at your respective screens and trying to figure out how best to conclude your stories.
>Much time passes where you both work beside one another in your muted fashion.
>Eventually you sigh and squeeze your eyes shut, stretching out your arms and relishing the relief it brings.
"Done."
>"Done?"
"Yeah, done."
>"Nice. Gonna upload it to the site or do you want me to do it?"
"D'you mind? I need to take a piss."
>"Classy, alright, I'll get on it."
"Thanks."
>You stand up and wander to the bathroom, taking heed of a flickering light-bulb on the way.
>After you're done in the restroom you swing by Fluttershy's office, opening the door a crack and poking your head in.
"Hey, where'd you put the spare light-bulbs? We've gone one on its way out back here."
>The mare, sat reclining in her chair behind her desk seemingly deep in thought, ignores you.
"Boss? You okay?"
>"Thinking."
"I can see that, but could you just tell me where the light--"
>"We're being blacklisted."
"...I'm sorry?"
>Fluttershy frowns at you.
>"All I wanted was a pizza."
"...Have you been eating Shorts' pills again?"
>"No you twat, come here, listen."

>>30432306
>You wander into her office, shutting the door behind you and sitting across from her.
>Leaning forward, your face shows mild concern.
"What's up, Shy?"
>"So I tried to order a pizza like forty minutes ago."
"Okay?"
>"And when I got to the part when I give our address they told me that they can't deliver to us and hung up."
"Ouch, do you have a history with them or...?"
>Her eyebrows knit together in thought.
>"That's just it, I don't. See if I'd raped an employee of theirs or something I could understand..."
"She says casually as if that isn't fucked up."
>"Shush, but I've never used them before, professionally or sexually. So see-- what I did was start ringing other pizza places I've never used-- on a sidenote did you ever notice how many pizzerias there are around here? It's insane."
"Yeah, it's a lucrative market, every writer needs pizza to function."
>"Right, so I went through like a dozen and they all said the same thing: 'we can't send to you' followed by them hanging up."
"Well that sucks. Want me to go round to one personally and pick one up?"
>"You're missing the point, we're being blacklisted by companies we've never even dealt with."
"They've probably been getting told to avoid us by other businesses. To be fair to them Fluttershy, you like... you have a -serious- problem with raping people. Like holy damn you do it -all the time-."
>She gazes at you sadly.
>"Is it really such a crime...?"
"What the fuck of course it is. I'm just glad you've been toning it down lately. Why is that, anyway? You lost your mojo or something?"
>"Pfft, no, I just realised I can bang you instead. Why would I want to go around messing with other people when I can just do you instead?"
"But you haven't done me for weeks. I was sorta beginning to hope that you were done with that whole thing."
>"What do you mean?"
"You know, rape. Up until now it was always just like 'Oh yeah, that's Fluttershy, she rapes people, that's just what she does'."

>>30432309
>"...And?"
"I'm just saying maybe you should stop raping people, Shy."
>Fluttershy's face reflects her bewilderment at this.
>"Anonymous that's the stupidest thing you've ever said to me."
>...
"So--"
>"Get out of my office."
"..."
>"And yes, I would like you to go buy a pizza. Vegetarian for three. And a dildo."
"Why a dildo?"
>"So you can go fuck yourself with it, now get out and never say anything that dumb to me ever again."
"Fine, fuck, no need to be such a bitch about it."
>With that, you grab your coat from your desk and leave.

"I mean can you believe that, Shorts? He actually said I should stop raping people! I was like 'are you kidding me right now? Go buy a dildo'."
>"Why a dildo...?"
"So he can go fuck himself with it."
>"That's pretty clever."
"Yeah I thought so too."
>"Real zinger."
"Yup."
>"Just mega intelligent on your part--"
"Okay shut up, Shorts, god, why are you so fucking mouthy."
>"You like it when I'm mouthy."
"Only on certain days and only when Anon's not here."
>"You mean like now?"
"Yes like now."
>...
"I didn't say stop, by the way."
>"Sorry boss, my tongue is sore."
"Yeah well consider it punishment for being so mouthy."
>"You kinda do have a problem with molesting people though."
"What gave you that impression?"
>"Well I mean..."
>Shorts looks around at her position under your desk between your spread legs and shrugs helplessly.
>"...You know?"
"This is normal."
>"It really isn't."
"Shut up, Shorts, I have stress to relieve and you're the nearest peon I could find, if you can make me cum before Anon gets back you're getting a raise."

Hi guys. I'm back.
Saw a lot of green posted last thread, nice job to all that contributed.
I missed you all greatly.
Except that Anon that keeps asking me about the BonBon story. He can fuck right off.

>>30400399
I'm gonna bomb that building.

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>>30432313
neat
I always wondered, whos responsible for that absolute cute cancer OC Short Storys? You for writing her or me for being an absolute imbecile at english?

also giddy up, saw the movie trailer already?

>>30432313
It was really interesting to see other writers ideas about Flutterrape LTD, but it's good to have you back Neb, hope you had a nice vacation.

>>30432409
You wouldn't be the first.

>>30432421
That is certainly an interesting workout routine.

>>30432313
Poor Short Storys, hope she got that raise. She certainly deserves it.
Glad you're back Neb! Hope your vacation went well.

>>30433089
But this time it's GOING DOWN

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>>30435188
BEE
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>>30432884
I considered writing a one shot about Short Storys, but then just decided to focus on my own stuff.
That was the story until now, anyway

>The Continuing Stories of Short Storys: Mare of Mystery
>You are Short Storys
>Writer of the extraordinary fiction of Equestria
>A mare that drives the males wild
>Today, you are engaged at Flutterrape LTD, a company desperately in need of your writing expertise
>Since you've joined sales have gone up and you've become the superstar writer of the company
>You've even managed to secure the affections of your only other employee, a human male
>With your feminine whiles, you will save him from the abusive relationship he's forced to have with the horrible boss of this company
>She's a fat bitch named Fluttershy
>A mare who couldn't write a Short Story even if all she had to do was add in nouns, verbs and adjectives ala Mad Libs
>She may be incompetent, but nothing is too much for you, the fabulous Short Storys, to handle
>You're at your desk right now, staring at your screen and scrutinizing your latest literary masterpiece
>The point of this story is eluding you
>But with your wily wits, you're sure that you will be able to enthrall your readers as you usually do
>Just then, a piercing cry breaks the instilled night of the office
>You make your point quickly by pressing the key with the little full stop drawn on it.
>And then you spring into action, jumping out of your spiny office chair so fast that it spins behind you
>You look forward to see that the horrible Fluttershy is engaged with your man in what is surely a harassment lawsuit waiting to happen
>Your man can't escape from his cubicle, as Fluttershy rubs her stinky, soiled body against his
>"We're gonna fuck."
No! You're drunk! Help me!
>Adjusting your stylish glasses—which have always added to your allure, despite what your sister may have said growing up—you stomp your hoof on the floor angrily
>"Hey, you slut bitch!"

>>30436188
>Fluttershy's head sloppily swivels towards you
>"Whatsa . . . huh?"
Shorts, help me.
>You squint at your boss
>"You leave him alone, or I will be your usurper."
>Fluttershy pushes herself off of your man and, straightening her wrinkled puppy tie, starts laughing hysterically
>"You cannot do anything, you dumb," she says. "For I have the magic of Payroll protecting me."
>She squints back
>"You don't have the balls to fuck with me."
>Without misplacing her menacing glare, she reaches out to touch your man
>He recoils, clear fear on his face
Please don't.
>"No," you shout. "Your reign of rape terror that you have on us all stops now, with me."
>"Ha!" Fluttershy laughs. "You and what army will take me on?"
>You giddy up and slam both of your front hooves into the ground, causing the ground to rumble
>The sword of truth flies out from the disk drive of your work computer and lands in your mouth
>"Me and this army of steel, you bitch!"
>You gallop forward and press the full length of the blade into Fluttershy's chest, who starts to shudder and scream and shit herself as she dies slowly
>You pick up her body and toss it out the window where it falls down into the sordid streets and onto that homeless drunk who sometimes freelances for you
>Satisfied, you turn and meet the grateful and admiring eyes of your man
>"Are you okay?" you gallantly ask
>You offer him your hoof
>He takes it slowly
I am now.
>He asks with his eyes if he can kiss you and you tell him yes with your smile that yes he can show his gratitude
>So then he leans down and kisses the tip of your hoof gently yes
>And yes he travels up the top length of your hoof until he's kissing your arm yes
>And then when he reached your neck yes you were quivering so that you near lost your breath yes
>And then he asked me would I yes to say yes

Shorts, I got to stop you here.
>You break out of your daydreams
>You are in your cubicle, having a story consultation with him

>>30436205
>You look at where’s he’s pointing on your screen
Shorts, you changed the tense of this story midway through. And some of these word choices don’t make a lot of sense.
>“I’m sorry. I was just trying something different.”
>You sigh and stare at his warm neck, exposed by his open collar because the air conditioning is broken, while he goes into his ‘Experimenting isn’t Necessarily Bad But . . .’ speech
>He’s so sexy, smart, and nice to you even though this place is horrible to work at
>You wish he’d notice you
>He starts to lean back in his chair, and you quickly snap back to attention
That’s all I’m saying. Okay?
>“Yeah, I got it,” you say attentively. “It won’t happen again.”
It’s not bad or anything. The story, I mean. You should keep working on it.
>“I’ll revise it and do some rewrites.”
Okay. Good.
>He gets up and moves his chair away from your desk
Oh, and by the way, I wouldn’t write about Fluttershy in such a, well, honest way anymore. You trying to get fired or something.
>You sneer inside that that bitch can get away with so much
>But you smile outwardly and shrug ineffectually
>“Just was trying something different is all,” you say innocently.
Yeah well, don’t write her as mean. It just doesn’t sell as well as the usual cutesy stuff we do with her sells.
>Then, before going back to his desk, he says:
Just, um, write her as though she were you. Okay, Shorts?
>Your heart skips a beat
>He noticed you
>He implied that you were sweet and cute
>You melt into your chair and, after some daydreaming while staring up at the dark ceiling, turn eagerly towards your computer screen
>Behind you, you can hear Fluttershy sobbing loudly and turning her office over onto itself looking for something
>She screams to him
>“Get in here! Now dammit!”
>You hear it as he sighs, gets up from his chair, and goes into her office
What? I’m trying to work.

>>30436218
>“You hid my sleeping pills!” she screams at him. “Now you’re going to have to fuck me until I’m dead!”
Yeah sure. Or . . . ?
>“What do you mean by that? Or what?! I told you to do something, so you do it, motherfucker!”
>It’s silent for a while, minus her sobs
>“Or . . . I guess you could cuddle me until I say stop.”
Fine. Clear a spot for us on the floor, though.
>Poor man
>Don’t worry though
>You, Short Storys, will bring this company back to its former glory with your exceptional talents
>Until that day comes, and you can vote on the board to have Fluttershy fired, you’ll just have to bear the brunt of this place and work towards a brighter future
>With a determined smile, you stretch your arms before unleashing your hooves onto the keys
>Time to write a Short Story

Shorts a cute, just like Fluttershy usually is
welcome back, Neb. We missed you

>>30430375
>ywn get punched in the face by rainbowpone for hitting on her mom

>>30436232
That was pretty nice anon, thanks for writing it.

>>30435866
If Fluttershy could jiggle her ass like that I'd be rutting her so hard you can hear my hips smacking against dat ass from miles away.

Luckily she doesn't know how to do that and every attempt of hers is laughable

>>30437259
How can you even fail at that, what would that even look like?

>>30437401
The same way Fluttershy fails to rape Anon all the time

>>30438241
>ywn paint rape with fluttershy

>>30432313
It's really good to have you back Neb, hope your time off was nice.

>>30432421
>You for writing her or me for being an absolute imbecile at english?
I wouldn't have written about her were it not for you. You take full credit for her creation, gud jub.
Seen the movie trailer, those 3D elements like the airship look godawful though that might be because of unfinished rendering? Whatever the case I'm sure I'll enjoy it more than I'm expecting to like I did with the first Equestria Girls movie.

>>30432884
Yeah, I really like Wino's writing style, he's super good. It was funny to see other people's interpretations of the little series and I'm glad people are enjoying it enough to want to add to it, that at least shows I'm doing something right.

>>30434594
>>30438341
It was alright. Crete is a nice place, good people and good food.

>>30436232
I like this angle that Shorts spends her time daydreaming, nice work!

>>30436232
This is the best love triangle, I hope you continue writing for the thread.

>>30439745
It is a nice Office Love triangle isn't it. I wonder
When
It will come to fruition?

>>30440352
Well if the twinkie chapter is anything to go by all three of them will probably hook up.

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>>30439391
>You take full credit for her creation, gud jub.
Oh god any vinny already drew her...
So be it, I will be the cancer that haunts you forever.

>>30443284
>ywn have foals with both of them

>>30444164
Not with that attitude.

>>30442300
Huh. Yanno, I always imagined Shorts to have a more flow-ey mane. Maybe in a ponytail. And bigger glasses. Like a cute nerd.

>>30432313
I'm honestly surprised she didn't start immediately blaming Cadance for this.

Are reverse centaurs your fetish?
https://derpibooru.org/1476995?q=artist%3Aalcor

Here's some non-rapey green for a hot summer's day...

>It's your first day on watch as a newly recruited member of the Canterlot Royal Guard.
>And it is high summer.
>And you swear you've sweated off five pounds in this armor already.
>And you still have six more hours on watch.
>Thankfully it's been a quiet day at least.
>You try not to dwell on that thought too much.
>Because it's like baiting the devil.
>Just when you think it's going to be a quiet, boring watch, something crazy happens.
>And sure enough...
>With a blare of her ceremonial horn, a royal herald announces the arrival of Princess Celestia herself in the forecourt.
*sweating intensifies*
>You have never been this close to her royal highness before.
>You snap to attention, trying your best to appear the professional soldier you hope to be.
>"Goodness, it is hot out here isn't it? It's days like this I wish I could control the seasons as well as the sun."
>You feel her gaze as she surveys the guards at their posts.
>"Right. Come one, everypony."
>As the Princess walks into the courtyard, the Corporal of the Guard bells, in his best parade-ground voice, "DETAIL! FALL IN!"
>Obediently, you take your place in the protective cordon that forms around the Princess.
>As you approach the gate, the herald sounds her ceremonial horn again.
>Princess Celestia's horn glows, and the instrument is pulled out of her grasp and deposited neatly in the guardhouse.
>"You won't be needing that, thanks."
>The herald appears momentarily flustered, but recovers quickly and calls in a clear voice, "MAKE WAY FOR THE PRINCESS!"
>"Oh, hush! Can't we just go for a short walk without all that noise?"
>The herald actually blushes, and you decide to risk a glance at the Princess.
>She is smiling with gentle good humor.
>The street outside is not crowded, probably because of the midday heat.

>>30447269

>Most of the citizens have gone indoors to escape the muggy midsummer day.
>The few that remain obligingly clear the road and bow without being asked.
>Princess Celestia keeps up her easy pace, exchanging greetings with some of the ponies who line the street.
>You tense up as you notice a small foal approaching.
>"Princess Celestia, do you think it will rain soon? The flowers are wilting."
>You move to place yourself between the child and your royal charge, but a large white wingtip stops you.
>Princess Celestia favors the child with a kindly smile.
>"You're right, it has been too long since they have had some water. I think I shall see if the weather ponies can arrange a refreshing shower this afternoon."
>The little pony's face lights up. "Oh, thank you, Princess Celestia!"
>With a gracious nod, the Princess resumes her walk, the well trained guards falling in immediately.
>You are amazed at the cheek that little foal showed.
>And even more amazed that the Princess treated it so courteously, as a serious petition.
>"Here we are!" the Princess calls, going inside a small shop.
>An ice cream shop.
>"Ah, Princess," a voice inside calls, "how marvelous to see you again!"
>You dutifully take your station outside the door, as you had been trained, along with the rest of the royal guards.
>"Good afternoon, Triple Scoop. The usual, if you please."
>"Of course!"
>Ice cream. Of course.
>Well, you could hardly blame her in this weather.
>You snap to attention again as the Princess sticks her head out of the door.
>"Well? What are you waiting for? Inside, all of you!"
>The Corporal and the herald look at one-another, shrug, and enter the shop.
>The other members of the guard follow, as your jaw connects with the pavement.
>"Come on, rook," one of the other guards tells you, "a royal order is a royal order."
>You swallow nervously and enter the shop, immediately relishing the cooler air within.

>>30447272

>One of the shop ponies comes out of the back, bearing a tray filled with sundaes, which she proceeds to serve each of the guards.
>When the guards all have sundaes, the shop owner places a banana split in front of the Princess with a flourish.
>"There you are! I made it myself, just how you like it Princess."
>The princess lifts a spoon with her magic and takes a small scoop.
>"Delightful as always, Triple Scoop!"
>As if on signal, the other guards tuck in to their sundaes.
>"If you or your guards need anything else, just let us know!"
>The princess takes another bite.
>You can't really believe what you're seeing.
>Your sundae untouched, you keep glancing into the street, sure that some miscreant will take advantage of the situation.
>Turning your attention back to the shop, you find that the Princess has moved, and is now sitting at your table, across from you, with her banana split.
*sweating intensifies some more*
>Never mind that she apparently crossed the shop without you noticing or even hearing it.
>This is the Ruler of all Equestria, eye-to-eye, with you.
>"You're new to my guards, aren't you?"
>After a hard swallow to get your heart from your throat back into your chest where it belongs, you manage to stammer out an answer.
"Y-yes, Your Highness."
>She smiles warmly at you.
>"I can always tell." she takes another bite of her banana split.
>"You should probably eat that before it melts," she says, indicating your sundae.
>Talk about feeling self-conscious.
>You try not to wilt under her gentle gaze as you hesitantly pick up your spoon with your horn, dip it in, and transfer the ice cream to your mouth.
>She smiles as she sees you enjoy the cold, creamy goodness.
>"Where are you from?"
"Er, Baltimare, Your Highness."
>"The shining gateway to the lands beyond the seas," the Princess remarks.
>You can't help but smile as she recites the city's motto.

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>>30447276

>"It has been a while since we visited. I shall ensure that you are included in my retinue when next I go there."
"Thank you, Your Highness,"
>To your surprise, she giggles a little at this.
>"Oh, relax a little.”
>The Princess takes another bite of her ice cream.
>"Ice cream really is the best on hot days like this, isn't it?"
>You nod, taking another bite of your sundae.
>The Princess leans in close to you, whispering almost conspiratorially.
>"And this does make a nice change from that stuffy castle. I so enjoy spending time with my ponies, just alike any other pony."
>She finishes with a wink and returns to her banana split.
>Just like any other pony.
>Who is centuries old and can control the heavens.
>For the next hour, Princess Celestia engages in quiet conversation over ice cream with various members of her guard.
>This one is an expectant parent.
>That one spends his spare time gardening.
>And you, the new kid from Baltimare.
>Then she returns, almost reluctantly, to her official duties, as you return to yours.
>It's still blazing hot out, but true to her word, a short, refreshing shower breaks in the afternoon.
>This has been a heck of a first day on the job.
>But as you turn over the watch to your relief and return to the barracks, you can't help but think what an amazing day it was.

END

<<30447289
No >rape no (You)

>>30447491
Glad you liked it.

>>30447700
Not him but it was interesting and a nice depiction of Celestia.

I don't think you are ready.

https://pastebin.com/zDSzzWJV

>>30447894
Here's all this too

https://pastebin.com/EBnL6P39
https://pastebin.com/wFF9CHQQ
https://pastebin.com/m63V7rWB
https://pastebin.com/r7bjfgkM

>>30447894
This was certainly an experience.

>>30447894
I hated pretty much all of it.

10/10 converted to Catholicism.

>>30446068
That's very much how I always imagined her.
Messy ponytail though, very unkempt mane, like she just falls out of bed in a morning, brushes it a bit just to get it into order, then does it in a quick ponytail. Large thick-rimmed glasses, she has fairly poor vision, not to the point where she can't see if she doesn't have her glasses, but she needs to squint. Tired eyes too; quite baggy, she's always tired, not falling-asleep-tired, just generally low-energy. Regularly reserved mannerisms, a typically blunt way of speaking. Beige coat. Forest green mane. Light green eyes. Cutie mark a bottle of pills and a pen. Yeah. That's the Shorts I always envisioned.

>>30447991
These are all really good, thanks for taking the time to post them here.

>>30447134
They are now

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After reading a few specific comics, and having this one further that thought recently, I developed a certain headcanon about Spitfire.
NUDGE.

While in the locker rooms of the Wonderbolts after a hard day of Wonderbolting, Rainbow Dash makes a few comments about Stormy Flare, Spitfire's mother, being there to watch her daughter. She only jokes though, because at least her mother is civil and quiet and whatnot compared to her parents... But then Rainbow has to go and make a couple extra comments about how Stormy Flare is kinda hot, and how it's pretty obvious where Spitfire gets her looks from, and makes a couple other comments about how many father figures she might've had and just general comments implying Spitfire's mother is hot and would probably hook up with her if Rainbow wasn't already dating Anon.

What Rainbow wasn't aware of, which she was warned afterward by other wonderbolts (which she also brushed off as nothing cause it was harmless), was Spitfire takes comments SUPER seriously. She usually decides to return such compliments in much more extreme ways... as a sort of revenge that is also probably a kink of sorts. Those she'd normally take it out on are in a bit of a situation... being married and all, but Rainbow did mention Anon, so she decides she'll focus on him instead.

Rainbow wants to make comments and jokes about how hot and fuckable Spitfire's mother is? Spitfire is going to make serious comments AND actions about how hot and fuckable Anon is... by fucking him.


The headcanon is that if someone comments about (or actually does) fucking Spitfire's mother, she'll go fuck their father... or mother in some cases. But since this is FR...
I don't know why I have this headcanon, but it makes me laugh.

>>30448722
Cute, frazzled nerds are most definitely my fetish.

Checked.

>>30451996
Hot

>Captcha: puta Belmont
kek

>>30447289
This was lovely, thank you!

>>30451996
You haven't updated that ideas pastebin in a while, most of these recent story scenarios are going to waste

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>>30452327
Kind of amazing you bring that up cause I noticed that as I was about to add that one to it, so I went archive digging for 'Nudge', and went back two years. Added all the most recent ones I forgot to.
Now it's at 264 ideas/scenarios.

https://pastebin.com/fAQpinC0

Give or take a few that were done...
I really need to get writing again, I got some ideas I chose not to share, and some unfinished shit...

>>30452371
Those are some really interesting prompts.

Boop

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Happy 4th Flutterrape.

>I'd fuck Fluttershy if she was brave enough to shoot a bottle rocket from her ass.

Now this is some next level shit
>>30451608 →
>>30451610 →
>>30451797 →

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>>30454993
Perhaps even, dare I say, a multi-bottle rocket?

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>>30448722
I'll get right on that cute little redesign for Short Stories. I just quickly googled 'frumpy' and went off a pic i saw there.

>>30457879
I'd be as hard as diamonds if she managed that!

>>30458371
This one's really good Vinny.

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>>30458371
>Why ahead of you
>Why

>>30458371
Can't rape the willing.
I get the feeling that, of all the terrible and disturbed employees Fluttershy has hired, the one that she hates the most is Vinny
>>30451996
>Nudge posts
>2017
Heinrich . . .
That was wonderful

>>30447289
This was cool. Celestia fluff is best fluff.
She totally raped him, though. This is the Flutterrape thread after all.
And literally everybody knows that you NEVER eat the food in a Flutterrape story.

>>30460730
Of course she hates Vinny, he's the only artist so she can't risk him leaving.

>>30462123
>ywn tie up fluttershy
>ywn do lewd activities with bondageshy

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>>30448722
What do you think of this, my Nebulusness?

>>30463900
Very cute, would fug in office bathroom.

test

Oh good. Posting's back.

>>30463900
A fine job, Vins, even better than I imagined her.
Knock it off with the "my nebulusness" though, my dude, it's a bit embarrassing.

>"So I won't lie, that pizza sucked."
"It was vegetarian like you asked for."
>"Yeah, but I kinda changed my mind mid-way through."
"Well horses don't eat meat so I guess you're stuck with vegetarian forever."
>"That's actually a common misconception, horses have been known to eat meat on many occasions..."
>As Fluttershy begins to lecture you on the dietary habits of horses, your eyes wander over to the window of her office where the three of you had been eating.
>The only window in the room, it never offered a particularly interesting view.
>That is, a back-alley scene facing the sheer brick wall of the old warehouse before it.
>At least it was a consistent view.
>Plus it meant that anything could happen in front of it and no one would ever know.
>You stand up and put your hands in your pockets, wandering over to peer out of it.
>Fluttershy's voice rises and falls in the background.
>She's reaching the apex of a short tangent where she once actually ate a horse.
>You stopped listening since it was the seventh time you'd heard it over the years.
>Shorts, on the other hand, was both enraptured and horrified by what she was hearing.
>So, content with her audience of one, Fluttershy continued on with gusto, not paying you any mind.
>You stand at the window and watch the alleyway with disinterest.
>It's quite a wide alleyway, so a fair bit of moonlight is let in, but it still doesn't see much action.
>All you can behold are bins, a single dumpster, and a great deal of rubbish lying about amongst old, dampened cardboard boxes and discarded wooden pallets.
>Typical warehouse faire long since abandoned to the elements.
>Or lack of, rather, considering the inherent shelter the alley gives.
>But as your eyes trail over the rubbish, you catch something peculiar moving about amongst the muck.
>Your eyebrows knit together.
>Rustling about in one of Flutterrape's bins, under the cover of darkness, is a bright red pony.

>>30465831
>She casts the bin to one side, the trash within strewn across the ground without a care, taking no notice of you watching her from the second floor window above.
>The mare hastily sifts through with her magic and retrieves some old papers.
>She skim-reads them for a second, and finally you can barely see her face stretch into a smile.
>She laughs, though you can't hear it, and gallops away from the scene with the papers in her magical grasp.
>Though that's not what necessarily concerns you.
>What concerns you is that she was wearing a Pregnancy Corp uniform.

>Turning back from the window, you see that Fluttershy has reached the end of her story, and is giving Shorts a comforting hug as the mare in question wears a thousand-yard-stare.
>You frown at Fluttershy.
>She shrugs in return.
>"What? It's a good story."
"That's not it, there was someone from Pregnancy Corp just rooting through our bins."
>She cocks her head.
>"What for? If she wants trash she can read what they write over there."
>Fluttershy smirks at her own joke, but you ignore it.
"Why would they be searching through our bins?"
>"I dunno, does it matter?"
"That depends, how do you destroy confidential documents? Are you burning them like I suggested?"
>Fluttershy snorts.
>"I don't have time to do that, Anon, I'm a busy mare, I just throw it in the tra-- oh."
"Oh."
>"Ooooh. Shit."
"Oh shit is right, you fucking idiot, now we have to deal with what looks like possible corporate espionage."
>Fluttershy glowers at you.
>"So those fucks want to play hardball? Fine. Anon, get the cops on the phone, they'll sort this out."
>You regard her, unimpressed.
>"That means now, chop chop."
"Shy, you know the cops don't come here any more."
>"Oh. Right, yes, of course..."
"Plus if we accuse them its our word against theirs and--"
>"Yeah, I get it."
>She purses her lips.

>>30465836
>"We're gonna have to employ drastic measures then."

>You sit in frustrated silence as Fluttershy blows smoke from her lips, a cigarette balanced on her hoof.
>"A passable job, Anon, I'll make a man of you yet."
>Glance over Fluttershy's sweat-laden body at Shorts.
>She's still practising her thousand-yard-stare, though her mane is messier than usual.
>You look down at your exposed chest, then at the clock on the wall.
>11:21pm
"And how exactly was a steamy office three-way supposed to help us?"
>"Help us do what?"
"Help us stop Pregnancy Corp from legally nailing us, you stupid cow."
>"Hey, hey, don't spoil the afterglow."
"Fuck the afterglow, one of their employees just stole documents that you were too lazy to destroy! Who knows what they could have just stolen?!"
>"Eh, it probably wasn't anything important. The only thing I threw out yesterday were old financial records."
"How old?"
>"Few months."
"Why the fuck would you throw out financial records a few months old, you're supposed to keep them for years."
>"They were taking up space."
"We have an entire fucking office, Fluttershy, AND IT'S NOT EXACTLY STUFFED FULL!"
>"Heh, I was a few minutes ago."
"YOU FUCKING--"
>As you scream at Fluttershy, Shorts slips out the office and goes to clean herself up in the company bathroom.
>She splashes water on her face and stares at herself in the mirror for a few moments, mulling over her life and the current situation she's in.
>Reaching for a brush she keeps on the side of the sink, she tidies herself up a bit before forcing a smile and stepping back outside.
>The sound of you, and now Fluttershy, yelling at each other echoes around the office.
>She listens for a moment, then returns to her desk.
>After putting in some earbuds and turning up her music to drown out the shouting, then gets back to work, releasing a heavy, drawn-out sigh as she does so.
>"Better here than Batponies, Shorts. Hang in there..."

Poor Shorts. It's a hard job.

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>>30465838
This update was definitely worth the wait, really interested in what Cadances plan actually is.

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>>30465838
I want to hug that mare goddammit.

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So is there like an archive of all time best flutterrapes? I know theres a regular archive but i kind of want to read the best stuff first.

>>30466686
Mute anon's pretty good, but a lot of good ones weren't finished.

>>30467176

thanks, ill look out for his stuff.

Though on the topic of being unfinished, this seems like a pretty episodic format, i doubt most writers plan a conclusion arc

>>30467428
Well here's a link to Mute Anon
http://pastebin.com/u/DriverBang2
The rest of Drivebangs stuff is here
https://pastebin.com/u/DriverbangOther

>>30467707

much appreciated!

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>>30466686

I really like Day of Peace and such by JChallo. But he's a tremendous faggot who lurks but never writes anymore.

https://pastebin.com/rDwXzNUq

and then this leads right on into this...

https://pastebin.com/fregY1tv

>>30468094

Is the second one the last?

>>30468190

No way, m80. Check his bin, there's like 15 or something of 'em. But it still isn't finished. Feel free to pester him about it, I'd love to see him start writing that story again.

>>30468094
I think doctors orders is another really good one that's never gonna get finished.

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>>30468094
Shudduuup

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>>30468249

I'll show your Friday Night Magic group my best Dylan Klebold impression if you don't hand over the greentext, boy.

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>>30468281
u lil shit

>>30468094
Swift is also pretty good.
https://pastebin.com/u/Swift_M0nkey

>>30468308
It was a good story though, but if you don't feel like writing it anymore there isn't really anything anybody can do about it.

>>30471968
There isn't any. Your tight asshole is just as good as any other mare's.

>>30472093
Coming from a man with experience in them?

>>30471968
https://derpibooru.org/510173
https://derpibooru.org/606565
https://derpibooru.org/606572
It is a nice stretchy ponut

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>>30472667

>>30472667
Honestly with all the weird shit she's probably into it's no surprise her backside is basically rubber.

>>30471341
I'll revisit it someday. Just don't know when

>>30473421
Maybe she was born like that or probably took a huge shit and now it's like that.

>>30432306
>>Short Storys takes it without comment

Yeah she does. Little slut.

>>30466686
Well, there's this

https://pastebin.com/JYtSr4XR

But it's not finished

Because the writer IS A GIANT
BONBON HATING FAGGOT WHO WOULD
RATHER ASSEMBLE MAWKISH
KEKSHED FANTASIES ABOUT A
YELLOW, WINGED WHORE THAN HELP
US GLORIFY THE BEST, MOST LOVING
AND GENTLE PONY IN EQUESTRIA

A PONY WHO IS MOST ASSUREDLY NOT A WHORE

BUT A PURE WAIFU DESTINED FOR GREATNESS AND HONOR

AND NO NEBULUS

I WILL NOT FUCK RIGHT OFF

NOT AT ALL

INSTEAD I WILL FUCK RIGHT ON UNTIL YOU FINISH THAT BONBON THING YOU STARTED

WHICH IS SURE TO BECOME YOUR MAGNUM OPUS

AND I HAVEN'T BEEN TESTED FOR A WHILE SO WE'RE BOTH TAKING RISKS HERE

AND CHANGE YOUR FIMFICTION AVATAR BACK

YOU DON'T NEED TO CHANGE

I DON'T CARE WHAT THOSE MAGAZINES SAY

GODDAMMIT NEBULUS

WHY DO YOU HURT ME LIKE THIS

>>30476801
At least it's not like Branded where it goes for 14 chapters and then gets dropped before the last one.

>>30476801
Hi Bon Bon

>page 8

How can a Flutterfag even compete!?!??!!?

>>30476801
Looks like someone has some pent up rage.

>>30476801
This has gone on for long enough. Time to reveal what I've been working on these last few months:

A Sweet Heart 2: Revolutions
by Nebulus T. Kirkwood.
---
>ur chilin with ur bae
>lyra
>lyra: 'fuck dude ur gr8'
'ye'
>lyra: 'if only-'
>but then before she can finish the wall exploded
>bon bon was come
>bon bon: 'i am bon bon'
'o fuq'
>bon bon: 'now we are married'
'o fuq'
>bon bon: 'now i am purgnent'
'o fuq'
>lyra: 'anon no how can you cheat'
'o fuq'
>lyra: 'u nevr loved me ur a shitter'
'o fuq'
>bon bon: 'anon i must defned ur honorur'
>then she killed lyra with her kicky hooves
>lyra: 'oh no i am dead now i see the unavoidable consequences wrought upon my person by my juvenile skulduggery'
'o fuq'
>bon bon: 'now it is time for the final boss'
>pinkie pie: 'i am the warcheif'
>bon bon: 'no that's thrall from warcraft 3 reign of chaos'
>pinkie pie: 'fuck your knowledge of video games is too much'
>then pinkie epxlsoded
'bon bon your video games knowledge is super hot i love nerd gamer chicks'
>bon bon: 'oh no anaon i have cancer'
'what a shame'
>bon bon: 'haha thats like from deus ex'
'lol'
>then she died
>it was a tragedy

The End.
If you don't like, don't read.
Leave a comment on my FimFiction.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eVTXPUF4Oz4

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>>30478380
Can't say you didn't give him what he asked for.

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>>30466140
That's too cute.

Someone put that mare in prison because she's a walking weapon of mass adorableness.

>>30478380
That's a better ending than we deserve.

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>>30478380
>juvenile skulduggery
why did that make me laugh so much

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>>30477073
Hrnnng this still hurts me.

>>30479782
Maybe one day it'll get finished, but it's not likely.

>>30478380
10/10

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>>30481992

>>30482205
That's unfortunate for Gilda.

>>30482399
What do ya mean? The last two panels are clearly what happened after the actual events of the episode happened. Rainbow regrets the things she said and went to find Gilda, but isn't aware she went back to Griffonstone... and Pinkie just happens to have KFC for no reason other than she's Pinkie.

>>30483139
How isn't it unfortunate for her that she can't share KFC with Ponk and Rainbow?

>>30467707
Well I'm never reading mute anon ever again that story made me feel weird as fuck I don't even know why.

>>30483743
That's too bad but I guess it does get kinda weird.

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bump

>>30484653
Be sure to check between the layers for knock-out pills.

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>>30485247
This Anon knows his shit

>>30485816
You're right I would've probably fallen for it.

>>30485247
>>30485816
>>30486122
I would have still have eaten it I have a good story to tell later on in life.
By the way free food.

>>30487061
But anon you'd probably only make it halfway through the first pancake before the horse tranquilizers kick in.

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>MISSING
>Forgot to take his meds and wandered away from the Home For The Visually Unpleasant
>DO NOT APPROACH - does not play well with others
>If spotted call 911

>>30487821
Eat them as a stack anon I'll be eating 3 at the same time then get knocked out quicker but I would have eaten more.

>>30487920
Plus she'll probably let me finish them after she's finish and I'm awake.

>>30487061
>free food laced with viagra and knock-out drops
FTFY

>>30487887
Good to see you again.

>>30488017
Free food and drugs anon it's the best deal ever.

>>30488017
So it's like Treehuggers brownies.

>>30479332
>"Go to hell Anon, it's the simplest request!"
"Fluttershy I have so much shit to do it's unreal, I just can't keep up with this!"
>"You managed fine before, you fucking baby!"
"That was before you had the grand idea of creating an art department, now I have more things to do than I know what to do with and it's crushing me!"
>"Why do you do nothing but complain all the time? Any normal person would just get on with their job!"
"I've been 'getting on with it' for years! Let's see, I have to write stories, lock up at night, clean the kitchen, clean the office, check the basement for homeless people, feed the vents, watch the cameras, sort through mail, log calls, organise office supply shipments, on more than one occasion I've had to buy stuff out of pocket from the hardware store, keep the computers running, clean up after Rudolph, manage Shorts, draw artwork, and I have to look after you whenever you inevitably fuck up!"
>Fluttershy's face is the picture of rage.
>"When I fuck up?! Fuck you! I bust my ass every day trying to keep this company afloat and all I ask that you take on one more little responsibility and you suddenly throw a shitfit!"
"Little responsibility?! You want me to work as a night guard! How much time and energy do you think I have?!"
>"Oh stop bitching and just take it like a man!"
"Fuck this, I don't need to put up with you, I'm going back to my desk."
>"Don't you -dare- walk away from me! Get back here this instant or you're fired!"
"Eat a dick, Fluttershy, I have better things to do."
>You make for the exit of her office.
>The mare leaps up out of her chair after you, yelling at your turned back as she does so.
>As you stroll through the open door, you turn and slam it for effect in order to relay how mad you are.
>Unfortunately, you don't realise that Fluttershy was right behind you until it's too late.
>You hear a sudden yelp, and freeze, your anger forgotten.

>>30489286
>Quickly opening the door, you see Fluttershy sitting on the floor clutching her muzzle with both hooves.
>Her eyes are squeezed shut.
>Your expression softens immediately and you drop down to her level, fussing over her.
"Hey, hey, come on, let me see, move your hooves."
>She slowly removes them, sniffing and trying not to cry.
>Blood streams from her nostrils.
>Gently taking the delicate mare in your arms, you rest your back against the door-frame and shush her, a hand stroking her body as you cradle her in your lap.
"It's okay, it'll be fine, I was mad and I didn't see you, I'm sorry."
>Her body trembles as she speaks.
>"Th-that really f-fucking hurt, Anon."
"I know, Shy, I know, I'm sorry."
>"Y-you're an asshole..."
"You're kinda partly to blame as well."
>"Mmph."
>She manoeuvres her body about so that she's still sat in your lap, but resting the front of her body against yours, burying her face in your midsection as she tends to do when she's scared or hurt.
>You smile wearily at her, a hand still caressing her back.
>Her trembling eventually stops, and she seems to be calmer.
>She pulls her face back, leaving a large bloody mark on your shirt.
>"I ruined your shirt."
"I can see that."
>"It's for being an asshole."
"Of course."
>"..."
>She studies your face carefully.
>You stare back, still wearing a soft look and watching the blood around her snout congeal.
>"...Are you still mad at me?"
"That depends, do I have to be a night guard?"
>"...No."
"Then no, I'm not mad. And besides, I slammed a door in your face, you should be mad at me."
>"I am mad at you."
"Oh. Well good."
>"I'm always mad at you."
"I guessed."
>"But you're still... here."
"...Yeah, I am."
>"Why?"
>You shrug.
"I dunno. Pay's good, I suppose."
>She regards you sadly, her eyes fixed on yours.
>The mare opens her lips as if she wants to say something, but closes them again.
>You opt to squeeze her closer to your chest.

>>30489295
>She seems content with that, and sighs, enjoying your warmth.
>The pair of you sit like that for another ten minutes, listening to the cheap plastic clock on the wall count slowly count the seconds.
>With great effort, you eventually untangle yourself from her and stand up.
>She reluctantly lets go and frowns at you as you once more tower over her.
>"Well you can't be a night guard any more. But for assaulting your boss, walking out on her, and generally trying to hurt her physically and emotionally, you have to buy her lunch."
"When you say 'buy you lunch' do you mean to say you forgot to make yourself lunch again and want me to give you my lunchbox?"
>"Yes."
"God dammit."
>"Should have thought about that before you slammed a door in my face, you ape."
"Fuck you, Fluttershy."
>"Go cry about it. Now leave me alone, I'm horny and upset."
>With that, she hurls the door shut, the window-pane at the top of it shuddering.
>A few seconds later she opens it again.
>"I still want your lunchbox though."
"Yeah, I got it, it'll be on your desk in a bit."
>"Good."
>She glares at you for a second, then slams the door again.

>You sit back down at your desk next to Shorts, who has recently decided to just move into your cubicle with you for convenience/companionship.
>"I heard slamming and shouting, what happened?"
"Boss wanted me to be a guard so I broke her nose and then we cuddled so now she wants my lunchbox."
>"...I believe you."

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>>30489295
>>"But you're still... here."
>"...Yeah, I am."
>>"Why?"
>>You shrug.
>"I dunno. Pay's good, I suppose."
>>She regards you sadly, her eyes fixed on yours.
>>The mare opens her lips as if she wants to say something, but closes them again.
>>You opt to squeeze her closer to your chest.
Awww

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>>30489304
That was cute.

>>30489295
She's such a sweetheart if nobody's looking.

>>30489641
She's a sweetheart but she smells like dried cum half the time.
And she'll most likely rape you if you just look at her for a split second.

>>30489304
comfy/10

>>30489656
Never actually thought of the smell.

>>30491161
>Ywn take a long drag off her ponut before and after work every day working under her
>Ywn be complimented for your diligence at work
>Ywn have her cheer you on as you bust a fat nut across her thick ass
Why live?

>>30489641
>You shift uneasily.
>The short, fat package on your desk doesn't disappear.
>Its colourful wrapping paper and bright blue ribbon instead stand in contrast to your grey, joyless cubicle.
>You look over your shoulder cautiously, then back to it.
>It's still there.
>Last time you saw an unexpected package it came from the vents.
>Most anything that comes from the vents is bad news.
>And whilst you might not need to sacrifice goats anymore, you still fear what lurks in the ventilation system in this building.
>You step closer to the package and set down your bag.
>Nudging it with a finger, it doesn't do anything.
>It certainly doesn't move in response, so that rules out roughly half of the ideas of what you thought it could be.
>The longer you leave it alone, the more the paranoia will grow.
>And if it's a bomb it might explode if left unattended.
>You'd like to know if it was a bomb beforehand so that it doesn't go off whilst you're eating your lunch.
>Frankly, eating lunch is the highlight of your day, and you'd rather not have it be ruined.
>Plus, months of fending off giant-rat raids in the kitchen with a broom have tempered your will somewhat, and you're a lot hardier than you once were.
>So, pushing down your fear, you firmly grab the package.
>"Morning Anon."
>Your head snaps around to see Shorts plod into the cubicle and sit down next to you.
>She looks quizzically at the package, adjusting her glasses and raising an eyebrow at it.
>"Did... you buy me a present?"
>You almost regret saying no, since her face becomes somewhat hopeful.
"Ah, no, I didn't, this was here when I arrived."
>"Oh," she says with a frown, "so who's it from?"
"Well it's either the vents or Fluttershy, and Fluttershy doesn't buy people presents."
>You both glance up fearfully at the stainless steel vessel of horrors running along the ceiling.
>It rattles menacingly.
>You look back down at the present.
"It's not moving at least."

>>30492727
>"That's promising. Wanna open it?"
"Eh, sure."
>"Morning assholes."
>Fluttershy turns the corner.
>She sees you clutching a parcel and her face screws up.
>"Oh. Giving out presents, I see. Do I get anything?"
"I don't know who it's from, let's just open it first before we make any judgements."
>With that, you tear off the wrapping paper.
>...
>It's a simple box of chocolates.
>Better yet, it's those milk chocolates with the caramel centres that melt in your mouth.
>You smile.
"Looks like today's off to a good start, girls!"
>Shorts gives a little cheer.
>"Hooray! Nothing traumatic like last Thursday! I'll go make us a drink to celebrate."
>She swipes the empty, brown-stained pot from the coffee machine and trots out the cubicle towards the kitchen.
>That leaves you and Fluttershy.
>You inspect the box with whimsy, at the alluring artwork and flowery lettering on the front.
>Then slowly turn your gaze to Fluttershy, your childlike wonder fading a bit.
>She's still glaring.
"You uh, want one, boss?"
>"No. I hate chocolate."
"That's just a blatant lie, you love stuff like this."
>"Yeah maybe, but I still don't want any."
"Oh. Why not?"
>"They're for you, you fucking idiot."
>...
"...Did you seriously buy me chocolates?"
>If looks could kill, you'd be dead and even the devil wouldn't take your soul.
>"Yes," she says, glowering, "So what if I did? If you don't like them I'll take them back, I'm just trying to be nice for once--"
>She makes a move to swipe the box from you.
"Woah woah woah, okay, hey, I like them, I want the chocolates, no need to do anything crazy."
>You glance at the box again.
"It's just not something you tend to do."
>"...So you like them."
"Yes, I like them."
>"You're fine with those kinds of chocolate? You said a few months ago you liked caramel--"
"I like the chocolates, Fluttershy, thank you."
>"--I can get you others if you don't like them."
"I like them."
>"Well good."
"Again, thanks."

>>30492734
>"Okay."
>...
"So would you like one?"
>"No. I already said they're for you. Dumb-ass."
>With that, she leaves.
>Then pokes her head back around the corner.
>"If you give any to Shorts I'll fucking kill you."
"Noted."

>Shorts wanders back in with a fresh pot of coffee.
>She puts it in the machine, a bit of it running down the sides.
>The machine broke after about 2 weeks of use, so now you just use it as a glorified teapot but for coffee instead.
>Sliding into her swivel chair, she gives you a tired smile.
>"So! Who were the chocolates from?"
"Oh. Uh, Slasher."
>"Seriously? Where'd he get the money to get them?"
"I wouldn't ask too many questions."
>"Well do they taste alright?"
"They're okay. There was a note that only I could eat them though."
>"Why the hell would he do that?"
"Why the hell would he train a giant rat to do his bidding?"
>"Alright, that doesn't make sense, but I'll roll with it."
"Yeah, I guess he remembered it was my birthday."
>"Woah what, today's your birthday?"
"Uh huh, I don't make much of a deal out of it these days. Kind of a non-event."
>"Well happy birthday! Still that's kinda sweet don't you think? That he'd remember your birthday? Does he do this every year?"
>You pluck a chocolate from the tray and gaze at it.
>A small smile stretches across your face.
"No. I didn't think he'd ever bother to remember."
>With that, you pop it in your mouth.

She's like an Irish Saint: belligerent and aggressive, but she has a good heart.

>>30492742
I would have given some to Shorts I would feel like shit eating them and have her looking at me, pass them under the table, and don't let Fluttershy see and if she does what's the worse she'll do?

>>30492828
Anon she could very well kill Shorts in a jealous frenzy/

>>30492840
No she wouldn't the worst thing she'll do is probably rape her and nothing else.

>>30492828
I'd have put one chocolate in my mouth and then kissed it into Shorts' mouth. Fluttershy would never see that coming.

>>30492742
That was cute Neb.

>>30493276
You sir have a great idea.
Tell Shorts to close her eyes and you'll give her the chocolate and when she does place the chocolate in your mouth and kiss her and pass it over to her.
I would have done it in front of Fluttershy just to see her get pissed off.

>>30493276
If Fluttershy sees you kissing Shorts, that alone will most likely end in tears and/or rape.

How could you say no to this face?
https://derpibooru.org/1482210

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>>30494532
What you have to do is move your tongue and mouth while making noises with your vocal cords so that you make a sound that is pronounce thus: "noʊ"
It should come naturally; people tend to learn language when they're very young.

>>30494586
Ok that was pretty funny.

>wonders "is it Neb's birfday?"

>>30492742
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y2CIM4T6Rl0

>>30493971
>Shorts' tummy rumbles.
>You gaze at her as she works diligently beside you.
>She's so attractive and deserving of love...
>Sighing, you know what you must do.
>Pluck a chocolate from the tray with your strong, masculine fingers and poke Shorts with your other hand.
>She's so warm, and seductive.
>The mare turns to you, smiling her perfect smile, and uses a hoof to brush aside some of her silky, shiny, non-messy mane.
>"Yes, Anonymous?"
"Shorts, I..."
>"Y-yes?" she says, tears in her eyes.
>You slip the chocolate in your mouth and cup Shorts' face with a hand, then begin leaning into her, your eyes closing.
>She does the same.
>Not cupping your face with a hand, she doesn't have hands, though if she did they'd be perfect and have fingernails and everything.
>Your lips meet, and the passion is fiery like magnesium in water.
>Using your tongue, you delicately slip the chocolate from your mouth to hers.
>She pulls back in shock, a hoof held to her chest.
>Slowly she chews and swallows it.
>"Anon it's... perfect."
"Just like you, my love."

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>"WHAT'S GOING ON HERE."
>Fluttershy stands at the entrance to the cubicle, looking like a bitch as she often does.
>"HOW DARE YOU FIND HAPPINESS IN SUCH A MISERABLE AND RUN-DOWN PLACE."
>Then she screams and her head explodes, but none of the blood gets on you or Anon.
>You grab Anon and kiss him again, his hands gripping your flanks.
"Oh Anon, I love you!" you proclaim.
>"I love you too, cute virginal office girl." Anon replies with fondness.
>...

>You read over Shorts' story.
>Then look at her with a furrowed brow.
"It's a good thing Fluttershy never reads any of this stuff you write about her."
>Shorts shrugs sheepishly.
"Also it's not exactly subtle. And are you really a vir--"
>"I'm not a virgin," she says bluntly, "I've had like four boyfriends over the years. I'm also not that 'cute', remember when I farted when I thought you weren't around?"
"Yeah that was gross."
>"Right."
>...
>"So um, can I have a chocolate?"
"Fuck it, why not."
>You slide the tray over and let her take one.
>She eats it gleefully and gets back to work, talking as she types.
>"If all it takes to make you give me stuff is poorly done self-insert fanfiction then I need to do it more often."
"Don't push your luck."
>...
>"Heh, imagine if her head did explode though."
"Amazed it hasn't done already."
>"Rarrgh, you're fired, raaargh, tell me I'm pretty, rarrrgh!"
"Hah, holy shit Shorts do NOT get caught saying that stuff."

She lives life on the edge, that Shorts.

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>>30496220
I love it!

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>>30496220
MADMARE

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>>30496220
I mean it's not like she's wrong.

>>30496220

Am I the only one who noticed that Shorts slipped perspective in mid-story, without the traditional annoying ">You are Short Storys."?

>>30497337
Wow kinda surprised I hadn't noticed that.

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>>30497807
I wasn't aware there was a cleaned up version, thank you.

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>>30498256
There's also a really bad low-res version, in case you wanted that as well.

>>30497337
Well she wasn't being subtle, after all.