Flutterrape 18/7/17

To boldly go where no other rapist has gone before!

Must be a busy day today.

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>Fluttershy later goes to abuse your kindness

>>30549168
Well it all had to start somewhere.

>>30549168
That's a pretty cute picture.

Mustard and ketchup horse rape when?

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https://pastebin.com/Y6VUhdVF

>>30542403
>A security guard approaches you and demands that you leave the mall for the day due to “disturbing the peace”
>At least he didn’t make you cleanup the mess that you caused.
>What’s worse than the bits of chicken and lettuce scattered around is the trail of tears Fluttershy left behind.
>Screw it, you’ll let the janitor worry about that. Besides, you have other things to worry about now.
>Your deal to Norman’s mother is in ruins, there’s a good chance that you won’t even go out with Norman for the rest of the school year.
>Actually, maybe for the rest of your high school life, since you didn’t exactly tell your mother about how the barn was handled.
>Screw it, you’ll let the janitor worry about that. Besides, you have other things to worry about now.
>Your deal to Norman’s mother is in ruins, there’s a good chance that you won’t even go out with Norman for the rest of the school year.
>Actually, maybe for the rest of your high school life, since you didn’t exactly tell your mother about how the barn was handled.
>What worries you the most is what Rainbow Dash might see about you, now that you made one of her closest friends run off and crying.
>The only thing that does comfort you right now is hanging out with Norman.
>At least it’s good to see a friendly face.
>You’re going to make the use of this before arriving home later today, because who knows if you’ll ever see Norman again after today.
>And if your parents don’t rip you a new one, you’re most certain that Rainbow Dash will.
>”This is getting out of control.” Norman states out the obvious to you, walking along the side of the pathway.
“I know, but something tells me that it’s going to be over soon.”
>”How do you know that? You burned every bridge for the last week!”
“I still have you.”
>”Yeah, about that…”
“No, don’t do this to me, man.”

>>30550284
>”Dude, an entire week of girls tried to jump down in your slim pair of pants, and you rejected every single one of them for Dash!?”
“You wouldn’t understand.”
>”Maybe you’re right, I didn’t understood it back at the Boba Tea Lounge, and I sure as hell still don’t understand it to this day.”
“Of course you wouldn’t.”
>”What does that mean?” He irritatingly asked.
“Dash means something to me, not a surprise that you would stoop down to those sluts.”
>He stops walking.
“What?”
>”Not cool, man.”
“Come on, it’s just a joke.”
>”Dude, they saved the school more times than I cared to count. Plus, those chicks were practically begging for you to take them.”
“And that doesn’t strike you that it might be a concern there?”
>”Damn, I didn’t expect for you to be this picky.”
“And I didn’t expect for you to be this pathetic.”
>In plain view, you can see that he took your insult very close to heart.
>”You know what? Good luck with getting Rainbow Dash, you’re really going to need it, now that you are on your own.”
>He flails his hand back at you and walks away.
“Fine! Not like you were that much of a help for the last few days!”
>”Who else is going to listen about your bullshit? Your parents?! HA!”
“I don’t need you, or anyone to help me out!”
>”We’ll see about that! You deserve everything that’s coming to you, and then some!”
“And a big FUCK YOU TOO THEN, ASSHOLE!”
>He walks away, without another word.
>When you look to your left, you see an elderly old woman sitting on a bench with a bag of popcorn, staring at you.
>”I’ll listen, if you want.”
>You waive at her and apologize for being so rude.
>”Possibly another day, ma’am. Enjoy your bird watching.”
>And with that, you leave the park.

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>>30549168

What the fuck is with her head's size?

>>30550321
EqG disease.

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>>30542430
>>30542806
It really depends on your PoV. Fluttershy is just her usual quiet, shy, dull self in this story. I'm still more than happy to write an alternative branch for you guys to see on what would happen if Anon didn't snap.

>>30545223
You know me so well. Also, the stories that the Anon's mentioned in the last thread for Yandereshy are The Lone Cabin https://pastebin.com/P2r4vZab yes, I will get to it right after this story's completion and Maniacal Affection https://pastebin.com/0iyVbn59.

More in roughly twelve hours.

>>30550401
I think I'd very much enjoy seeing that alternate timeline.

I had an idea today that I thought might be funny.

>Usual Flutterrape shenanigans happening
>Then one day Fluttershy actually does get raped
>Pretty much completely traumatizes her; she's an emotional mess now
>She still tries to guess your fetish, etc., out of habit, but it's super awkward now
>Everyone is sympathetic to her plight which pisses you off because they never were to yours when you complained about Fluttershy's behavior
>Fluttershy has been seeing a therapist and eventually has a group therapy session; all of her friends are asked to attend
>You have to attend
>Once at the session, you decide to confront everyone on their hypocrisy then and there
>Shenanigans and folly happen

>>30550617
This is a pretty solid prompt, hopefully somebody picks it up.

>>30550306
Speaking as someone who has never been in a relationship or knew someone who dealt with this kind of problem. I just feel sad for Anon here, especially because Norman knows what Anon is dealing with but instead is stuck with the mindset of 'Nah man, go and get your dick wet with whoever, screw trying for an actual relationship with only one person.'

Then again I kind of only started to read this around when Anon broke Pinkie's window so there is a lot of context that I am missing but I feel like one of the best ways to get out of this situation is to get some kind of audio recording device as evidence for when people don't believe him on what was said.

And that's my little autistic rant thing. Really enjoy the story and hope you continue to write it and have fun writing it.

>>30550712
Anon showed up to school in skinny jeans and the M6 have just been borderline molesting him like it's some kind of contest since he bumped into them

Flutterrape LTD pastebin has been updated with the bits from last thread.

https://pastebin.com/EuQt7FT1

Glad to see people are enjoying it.

>>30550720
Thanks for clarifying mate, that line from Norman about the girls wanting to get into his skinny jeans makes more sense.

>>30550772
I gotta say seeing the whole thing on one page like that, it's astounding how much you've written, keep up the good work Neb we all appreciate it.

>>30551096
Glad I could help you out anon.

>>30550772
That story is just the kind of necromancy we needed.
Thanks Neb.

Variations on an Anon.

>You are overly kind Anon.
>It's morning now. You've just finished your routine when you hear the familiar knock on your door.
>Opening it, you see Fluttershy, wearing a blonde wig.
>This happens so often it's practically part of your routine now. If she ever stopped it would probably throw your whole day off.
"Good morning Fluttershy, how are you today?"
>"I'm well Anon, just thought I'd stop by and try to guess your fetish again."
>Poor thing, you don't have the heart to tell her you're not interested in ponies.
"Does it have something to do with that wig you're wearing?" You ask.
>"Oh this? I just thought I'd try being blonde for the day. I've heard they have more fun after all." She says with a wink.
>"So what do you think?"
"It's nice Fluttershy, but I have to say i really like your real hair."
>"R-really? So i-is pink hair your fetish?"
"Sorry Flutters, it's not. I just think it suits you well."
>"Oh. Ok..."
"Better luck next time."
>"Y-yeah. So um, d-do you mind if I come in?"
"Sure. I was just about to make some breakfast, now I'll have someone to share it with."
>"Yay" is all she says as she trots into your house with a big grin.

>>30551479
>You are mean Anon.
>You just woke up to the sound of knocking. Whoever thinks 10am is a good time for a visit is in for a surprise.
>Swinging your door open you see Fluttershy standing there with her ears back and sort of cowering there like a scared puppy.
"What do you want?"
>"I, um, I just..."
"Spit it out!"
>"Eep" is all you get.
>You slam the door.
>You start to walk back to your room when you hear the knocks again. Running back to the door you open it and see her still standing there, this time shaking slightly.
"Get off my porch."
>"I j-just wanted to s-see what you were doing l-later today and if you maybe wanted to go-"
"Later today? I was planning on going outside and spraying that squirrel out there with my hose."
>"W-what?"
"Yeah and I might knock that bird nest out of my tree too. God damn birds always waking me up in the morning with their fucking tweeting."
>"B-but w-why would you-"
"Because I hate animals. Now get the fuck off my property!" You shout before slamming your door again.
>This time around you decide to look out your window. You see a worried Fluttershy carefully moving a bird nest out your tree. You didn't know there actually was one.


>You are sleepy Anon.
>Fluttershy knocks at your door a few times. You sleep through it and she goes home.

>>30551481

>You are shy pushover Anon.
>Fluttershy is at your door again but you're afraid to answer.
>Opening it up you see her wearing overalls and a straw hat.
>"Howdy Anon."
"...Hi."
>"Are farm girls your fetish?"
"No, not really."
>"Oh, well can I come in and fuck you anyway?"
"I don't know, I don't really want-"
>"Don't worry Anon, you'll like it." She says as she walks past you into your house and then your bedroom.
>She got you again. You're going to have to stand up to her some day, but she's just so much more confident and assertive than you.
>"Well Anon, I'm waiting."
>Better get in there before she gets irritated.


>You are kung fu Anon.
>Fluttershy knocks at your door, but before she can even return her hoof to the ground you blast through the solid wood door with a flying kick, sending Fluttershy's unconscious body hurtling into your yard.
>She probably had another sexually deviant plan to seduce you, but you wouldn't dishonor yourself like that.
>Now that that's finished, it's time to go punch some inanimate objects.

>>30551485

>You are Midas Anon.
>You hear a knock at your door.
>As you struggle to pull open the now solid gold door you see Fluttershy peak her head through.
>"Hi Anon, can I help you with that?"
"No. I got it." You say, straining yourself as you open it, putting long scratches on your wood floor in the process.
"What's... up... Fluttershy?" You say, catching you breath.
>"Oh I was just wandering if your fetish was maybe, um, bondage."
"Not really Fluttershy. I don't have any desire to whip you."
>"Oh, you misunderstood me, I would be the dom. See I even had a latex body suit made for you."
>As she presents the suit to you, you notice it's a full body suit. Meaning it has gloves.
>Your eyes light up as you grab the black latex fetish gear, only to have it turn to gold as well.
>Defeated, you drop the now heavy suit in front of Fluttershy, who stares at it in confusion.
>"So... It's not your fetish?" She asks.
"No." You manage to say as you struggle to push your door shut.
"I can't slam it but you get the idea."
>"O-ok, bye Anon."
>You manage to say goodbye between grunts. Man do you hate your life.


>You are rule 63 Anon.
>Not a femanon, just an Anon who has been turned into a girl.
>You hear the tell tale knocks and know that rule 63 Fluttershy is at your door.
>Opening it up you see him standing there with a tie on and flowers that he's managing to hold up with his front leg.
>"H-hey Anon, ready for our date?" He asks in his deep voice.
"I told you already I'm not interested. Why don't you find some mare to do this to instead of me?" You say as you cross your arms under your large, barely contained breasts.
>"Hnnng."
"Ew, what was that?"
>"N-nothing, I was just yawning."
"You're not wearing pants. I can see what's going on down there."
>"I-it's always l-like that, I swear."
"Uh huh. Now if we're done here I'd like to get on with my day."
>As you start to close the door he stops you.
>"Wait!"
"What?"
>"M-mind if I... c-cum inside?"
>You slam the door.

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>>30551481
>>You are sleepy Anon.
>>Fluttershy knocks at your door a few times. You sleep through it and she goes home.
Based Sleepy

>>30551497

>Be Anon.
>Just a regular Anon. Nothing different about you.
>You hear a knock at your door.
>Ah, there it is. Your difference. No Fluttershy for you.
>Answering it you see the three little fillies who have made it their mission to seduce you, Applebloom, Sweetie bell, and Scootaloo.
>Honestly you'd feel better if it was Fluttershy. At least then you wouldn't feel like a creep.
>"Hey Anon!" They excitedly say in unison.
"Hey guys. I thought I told you to stop coming here."
>"Come on Anon, did you really expect us to listen to that?" Scootaloo asks in her usual cocky tone.
"Well I hoped, but I guess that was stupid of me. So what are you going to do this time?"
>"You're gonna love this." Sweetie says as they all gather around a square object covered by a sheet.
>They all count to three and then Applebloom pulls the sheet off revealing a canvas with what appears to be a child's painting. You can barely make out what it is but you definitely know the subjects, you and these little ponies.
>"Well? What do you think?" Applebloom says.
"Uh, what is it?"
>"It's you and us at the park. Remember? That's the time you pushed us all on the swings and then got us ice cream." Applebloom says.
>You do remember this. It was back before these morning visits started happening.
>You were trying to impress Rarity by being good around kids. Guess that must've backfired.
"Oh, yeah now I see it."
>"Well go ahead and take it. We made it for you." Scoots says.
>For a moment you're touched by the pure innocence of it all.

>>30551505
"Yeah thanks. I'll... put it in my living room."
>"So can we come in? We already asked and Rarity and Applejack and they said it was ok if we had a slumber party."
"Yeah, I'm not really the slumber party type. I have trouble sleeping around other people."
>"Anon, come on, we wouldn't be doing much sleeping." Scootaloo says, as they all attempt to put on sultry expressions. At least that's what you think they're doing, it's hard to tell.
"No thanks." You say as you shut the door.
>All that innocence, gone. How can little ponies even be that way? Aren't they supposed to be schoolkids?
>Cutie marks really must signal adulthood in ponies. Weird.


>You are worry free Anon.
>You're not at home today. You're on a beach far away from all your trouble, like Fluttershy.
>You didn't tell anyone where you were going or for how long. Most ponies probably wouldn't even realize you had left.
>Except for Fluttershy.
>She's probably knocking on your door right about now thinking that you died in your sleep or something.
>But you can't be bothered by that right now. Not while you're enjoying the sunset over the ocean.

>>30551521
>You are the Anon with the weird dick.
>"Please Anon, tell me what it is?" Fluttershy says.
"I don't want to."
>"Why not? If I knew your fetish it would make it easier for you to love me the way I love you."
"You don't love me you just want my di-, you just want to sleep with me."
>"That's not true Anon. I really do care for you."
"Too bad. It's not going to happen. Even if I wanted to I couldn't sleep with you."
>"Anon quit being difficult."
>You respond with silence, tired of this conversation that you've had many times before with Fluttershy.
>"I'll just have to guess it then."
>This again. She always guesses stupid shit and it never works.
>"Is it nurses? Animals?"
>Heh, you figured that last one would've been her's.
>"Zebras or diamond dogs?"
>You've learned long ago that she'll never be able to guess it correctly. You just have to sit back and wait until she tires out.

>>30551525
>"Clowns?"
>Shit.
>"Ahhh!" You hear a muffled voice yell as if enraged.
>"W-what was that?" She asks.
"N-nothing. Just someone outside."
>But then you both hear the yelling again, still muffled but this time louder.
>Fluttershy is looking around for the source of the noise when she notices the tent forming in your baggy pants. What a day to wear sweats.
>"Is that your, um, you know?"
>You put your hands over it to cover it up and just as you do there's another yell, but this time Fluttershy is concerned with something else.
>"Did I find your fetish?"
"Fluttershy stop."
>"Is... is it clowns?"
"Fluttershy no!"
>"Do you want to see me making balloon animals and getting... pied~"
>Just then your massively engorged dick shoots forth from your pants, completely exposed to a wide eyed Fluttershy.
>Her joy is short lived as your penis begins a loud and sustained scream of rage.
>Her face flashes with fear and confusion and after a moment to mentally process the situation, she starts screaming too. Only her screams are out of terror.
"Dammit Fluttershy I told you not to do it." You try to yell over the two of them but you doubt she could hear you.
>You don't understand why but every time someone mentions clowns this happens. It would be even worse is she was wearing the make up and big shoes.
>Now you have a terrified and screaming Fluttershy and an aggressively aroused penis.
>But at least you're not fucking Fluttershy.

This has been variations on an Anon.

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>>30551534
Loved it

>>30551485
Vinny relates most to push over Anon. Many high-school memories come rushing back, as it was Vinny who let gateway for much drama with his spineless behavior.

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Yeeeah, work that grill baby

>>30550712
I can relate here, back in high school I had so many chances to get laid but rejected all because I wanted to wait for that perfect someone, hell I even had a chance with one of the hottest chick in school but I didn't pursue it do to me wanting to wait for that special someone in my life, my friends made fun of called me a bitch, virgin and pussy and to some extent I was for not wanting to be risking for one of the girls getting pregnant and my friends would pick on me everyday for not wanting to get laid even when I explained it to them.
Long story short I'm still a virgin and will probably die as one.
On a scale from 1 to 10 how pathetic am I honest answers are really appreciated.

>>30552074
Same anon that you replied to, this might and will seem super cheesy but if anyone is pathetic it is those friends of yours for saying those kinds of things. Sure a good natured ribbing is funny every now and then but there is a limit.

I don't know anything about ya mate but I sincerely hope things go well for you and I think you were the better person for sticking to your beliefs. Hope you have a lovely day and screw anyone who tried or will call you names over shit like that.

>>30552109
Thanks anon.
Makes me feel better to be honest after remembering all that shit but it's in the past I'm happy even if it didn't happen.

>>30552135
Getting laid I mean.

>>30552139
That's a-okay buddy, but I feel like I don't want to derail the thread with good feels when the thread is called 'Flutterrape' or all things. So uh...here's a quick spout of autism for ya guys

>Knock, knock, knock
>Hearing three short knocks on your door meant only one thing
>Sneaking a glance at the clock you received on your second week in your new shack, the happy flower hands tell you that it's only a quarter past seven
>Yeah, it's about the time that she should show up
>Upon opening your door you are met with a very familiar looking pegasus, except there's something unusual about her this time as compared to the last few months
>She's not wearing or sporting any silly costumes or additions to herself in an attempt to get your trouser snake to go crikey
>"H-Hello Anonymous, nice weather today isn't it?"
>Not immediately launching into asking her usual and invasive barrage of questions
>Taking a sip of your warm mug of coffee you lean against the door frame
"Well I think the Weather Team informed everyone that it's clear skies until Saturday, then we're due for a big storm or something. Honestly looking forward to it, always enjoyed a good book on my porch while it rains cats and dogs."
>"Oh...oh no, those poor cats and dogs.."
>Taking your phrase a bit too literally she covers her mouth with a hoof as she just shakes her head sadly
>This short exchange is reminding you of the good days before she had grown absurdly attached to you and trying to have a game of twenty questions about your fetish
>Feeling like not wanting to deal with a drawn out or possibly surprise twist now, you just down the rest of your mug before crossing your arms, settling your gaze on her big eyes

>>30552195
"So what is it this time Fluttershy? You can't try and pull out the 'Amnesia' guess again, you already tried twice and the last time almost ended up with the whole town thinking I was crazy."
>Normally when you were upfront about what Fluttershy keeps doing she vehemently denies it, when it's not the two of you around
>Otherwise she either sticks to her prewritten script or just outright asks you about a possible fetish
>And considering her lack of a prop this time you wonder what sort of ass pull of a fetish she was going to use this time
>"W-Well, I guess I can't hide it from you Anon, but I've tried a lot, and I mean a whole LOT."
"Yes I know, I've still got that clock when you thought a 'House Warming' present was going to be my fetish."
>Her eyes light up a little and immediately you resume speaking
"I think the clock is cute and rather homely, it's cheesy as all hell but it gives me a small smile, I didn't keep it because I have a thing for that."
>As you suspected, the sparkle in her eyes dim a little before picking right back up
>"Oh, but you did keep it though, and that just makes me happy regardless."
>The rather genuine seeming smile on her face puts you off guard a little
>You've been so used to this mare trying her best to wrangle up your tunnel snake that the two of you haven't had a decent conversation since this all began
>It almost feels a bit nostalgic when you think about how shy and timid she was when you first met, slowly opening up to you before this whole fetish guessing bomb came out
>"And um, that's kinda why I'm here today Anonymous, I've got something important to ask you."
>Seeing you getting ready for her question she puts a hoof up to signal you to stop
>"But I p-promise that this will be the last one, I swear it."
>Normally you wouldn't believe such a thing from her under these circumstances, but seeing the rather desperate look in her eyes and the way her voice almost cracked as she spoke just caused you to freeze

>>30547732
>18/7/17
I thought there were only 12 months in a year

>>30552235
>Her expression falters somewhat, her lips moving slightly as she tries to get the words out but just can't seem to
>Geez, just watching this is making you feel nervous if whatever it is, was enough to make it difficult for her to say out loud.
>"Is.....IS VANILLA YOUR FETISH?!"
>The outburst seeming to be a bit much for the little pony, she just breathes heavily for the next few seconds
>Taking this time to let that sink in you scratch the back of your head
>That's.....a very idiotic question, but then again you can't really argue against it since there are times you think about it
>Being stuck as the only human in crazy pony land has made you miss the more simple things
>Seeing that Fluttershy had caught her breathe you kneel down in front of her and gently pat her on the top of her head
>She practically melts under your touch, trying to rub her head against your hand for more pets
>"S-so, is it?"
>With a warm smile on your face, you gently scratch behind one of her ears as you answer her
"No."
>Aside from all the other times you've told this little pony that word, she stops trying to nuzzle your hand as it looks like her heart is about to break
"But! If you were being truthful about this being your final attempt and are willing to have a condition of my choice, then I'd at least be willing to take you on a date and see how it goes."
>Within seconds you found yourself being hurled towards the ground as Fluttershy manages to tacklehug you something fierce
>"Oh, THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!"
>Repeating the same line over and over again, you almost wonder why she is so happy over something like a date instead of knowing your fetish
"Don't thank me yet, I did say under one condition and if you don't follow it, that's it. I won't give you another chance."
>Almost hesitantly sliding off of you, she sits down and awaits your next words, audibly gulping at what it could be

>>30552254
in certain places we display our dates as Day/Month/Year instead of Month/Day/Year

but enough of silly talk about dates, back to writing about silly talk about dates

>>30552290
"I want you, to just be the same Fluttershy that I used to spend forever talking about nature and the animals in the world. That very same pony who seemed like she wanted to get to know me and get along as equals instead of hounding me for a magic fetish keyword that would unlock my pants for you or something. In a very weird way, I want the Vanilla Fluttershy."
>Honestly that was the one thing you wanted this entire time, actually it was something you tried telling her in the beginning but she just ignored you
>Fluttershy seems.....very angry right now?
>Wait, is this seriously going to be the one thing that sets her off?
>You've threatened to call the ponice on her for that whole 'Hot' mares incident last summer
>She set half your lawn on fire, but that simple thing you asked for is what makes her ma-
>"I knew it!"
>Stomping her hooves on the ground with the force of a teddy bear, you watch as steam blows out from her nostrils
>"I know what I'm doing Fluttershy, stallions totally dig this kind of thing, trust me I know!~"
>Overly exaggerating some kind of imitation you watch as the yellow pony twitches angrily
>Getting a good grasp of her face with both of your hands, trying your best to rest your mug against the back of your fingers so that you didn't smash her face in with it
>You shake her slightly at this startling yet, very moronic revelation
>It takes a few seconds before she calms down, but then she begins to sob before just outright bawling her eyes out
>Still being a bit weak at heart you bring her in, cradling her and just letting her cry her eyes out

>Sadly you were stuck holding Fluttershy for ten minutes while she just cried and mumbled about what had happened behind the scenes

>>30552329
>So your breakfast got cold and Fluttershy profusely apologized for wasting your time with her crying
>You tell her it isn't necessary, even when she offers to cook you a new breakfast
>The gesture is very sweet but some old precautions just ring alarms in your head
>Seeing as how your breakfast is ruined and Fluttershy needs a pick-me-up you figure it'd be best to kill two birds with one stone
>Needless to say that you were almost tacklehugged to the ground again when you offered to take her out for brunch, apologizing again for everything until you literally had to pry her off your leg and tell her to stop apologizing
>Having finally put on something decent to wear out you walk alongside Fluttershy to town, feeling something like accomplishment at what had transpired, despite you technically doing nothing
>"H-hey Anon?"
"Hmm? Yes what is it Fluttershy?"
>Bringing herself up to eye level as she flies alongside you, the devilish smirk on her face is unmissable
>"I know it isn't my place to ask, but I'd really love to see you hold down Twilight and rut her silly while she makes it up to me for the really bad advice with her tongue."
>Stopping in your tracks, you just feel very confused before you notice that she looks like she's about to apologize
>Even as she begins to say sorry, you just shake your head with a wry grin
"Now don't tell me that THAT, is your fetish."
"Maybe."
>You just laugh at the lunacy of it while Shy just blushes very hard, joining in on your laughing after a few seconds

>>30552355
And there's my spaghetti for you all to read or not read. Just been itching to write something and what was meant to be a one post thing had evolved into this thing. Honestly despite whatever spelling or grammar mistakes I made, I hope that you enjoyed or enjoy reading it, if not then that's cool. Not every story is going to tickle your fancy but maybe you can write your own and show others a type of story you do fancy. But that's enough from me, hope you all have a very lovely day and best wishes to you all.

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>>30552366
Cool, man.

Have a horny Fluttershy for the road.

>>30551504
Sleepy Anon vs Persistent Fluttershy

>You are asleep.
>So soundly asleep that you can't hear the knocking at the door.
>"Hello?" Fluttershy calls into your eerily silent homie as she pushes your door open.
>Her only reply is a soft snore.
>Gathering her courage (you turned out the lights before going to bed) she softly closes the door behind her and tiptoes down the hall.
>She gazes adoringly at your supine, slumbering form as you snore again.
>"Tee hee, how cute. Just like a spell."
>Spell my ass. You work nights.
>"Wake up sleepyhead, it's your Princess Charming."
>Fluttershy looms over you as you carry on dreaming about being back in your own world.
>Her tongue pokes out slightly and runs over her lips, moistening them.
>"You'll awaken to true love's first kiss."
>Fluttershy's heart beats faster as she quietly incher her muzzle closer to your face.
>Her hair falls against you, tickling your nose.
>Your only reaction is to wrinkle your nose and shift restlessly.
>Fluttershy gathers her hair out of the way and closes the distance, licking her lips in anticipation once more.
>So close...
>Contact!
>Her eyes close in bliss as she savors the feeling of your lips pressed into hers.
>She breaks the short kiss and withdraws.
>You let out another snore.
>"Hmmmm, maybe a bit more passion is needed."
>She kisses you again, slipping you the tongue this time.
>You snore into her mouth, startling her.
>"Eep!"
>Flummoxed, Fluttershy steps around to the foot of your bed and pulls the covers off of you.
>Given these circumstances, sleeping in the buff was probably not the best choice.
>But it's just so comfy on these balmy summer nights.
>The bed springs creak a bit as Fluttershy hops up on the mattress.
>She gazes lustfully on your fully revealed form.
>"I'm doing this with or without you, Anon..."

>An hour and a half later, a sweaty, satisfied yellow pegasus Mare exits your front door.
>Three hours later your alarm clock wakes you.
>You wonder why you're wet.

>>30551534
>>30552366
>>30552452
These are all amazing, just wanted to say thanks for writing here.

>>30552581
Thanks buddy, feels nice to rise out of my deadwritefag coffin and do something before crawling right back in. Looking on it after some time I see I could have made it more cleaner but I'm just happy you liked it despite how silly it is.

>>30552979
Well if you ever feel like doing it again you're always welcome.

>>30551485
>You are shy pushover Anon.
Hah, I love it.

You've given me an idea though, so I'd like to offer my own interpretation of it, if you don't mind.

---

>You are Shy Pushover Anon.
>There's a knock on the door.
>You carefully open it, looking nervously out into the wide, daunting world.
>Fluttershy stands on your doorstep before you, just as frightened as you are.
>"Oh. Um. I didn't think you'd answer..."
>For a moment the two of you just stare at each other.
>Eventually, she wets her lips and opens her mouth hesitantly.
"H-hi--"
>"Hello-- oh! Sorry!"
"No no no, it's fine, you go--"
>"N-no, I'm sorry, it's my fault I didn't mean to interrupt--"
"It's okay, it's fine, sorry."
>"Sorry."
"I'm so sorry."
>"...Yeah..."
>...
>You both avoid each other's gazes, instead fixating on a clump of grass or bit of worn brickwork respectively.
>Neither of you speak for the longest time, instead just letting the sounds of Ponyville drift past on a lazy breeze.
>Finally, Fluttershy takes the initiative.
>"S-so... I was just wondering if um, you maybe wanted to... go out? For dinner?"
"Oh! Wow-- uhh, I don't know if I'm... available..."
>You fidget with your hands.
>Fluttershy's ears flatten against her head and she takes a step back as though her presence is offensive to you.
>"I'm sorry for imposing! I-I didn't know that you-- sorry... I'm just trying to be assertive, so um..."
>You glance up at her.
>She's shifting from one hoof to the other, unsure of what to do with herself.
>"M-maybe if we could..."
"Do you maybe want to come in? Only if you want I'm not trying to be rude or anything."
>She gives you a faint smile.
>"I'd like that very much, thank you."
>However, once she's inside, she changes drastically.
>It's as if she's possessed by some dread horror that men dare to speak of.

>>30553614
>You watch in silent terror as she reaches out with a trembling hoof and touches your hand.
>The two of you stare at her hoof brushing lightly against your fingers.
>Your head slowly rises to look at her face.
>She can barely believe what she's doing, eyes bulging and breath caught in her through.
>The mare gulps and regards you with barely held confidence.
>"I-I want to, um. I mean, c-can we maybe go upstairs?"
"...N-no thank you... well, actually if you really want to--"
>"No no, it's okay, I'm okay here, it was just a stupid suggestion, I'm sorry..."
"Y-you too..."
>Her hoof nudges your fingers again.
>You feel them nudge her back.
>She pulls her hoof away as if shocked by static and looks at you, fearful and bewildered.
>You cringe at your hubris.
>Mom always said you were too outgoing.
"I'm sorry! I thought this was-- I'm such an idiot, sorry."
>"Sorry, Anon..."
"Sorry, Fluttershy..."
>"...Me too..."
"...Yeah..."
>"..."
"..."

>Your lips lock together in a sloppy, fervent mess; your fingers dug into her mane gripping it as hard as you can, and her hooves wrapped around your neck in a crushing vice whereby the two of you engage in the angriest, wettest, most animalistic hate-fuck session the world has ever known.
>It's always the shy ones.

>>30553622
Alright I admit it I loved it.

>>30551485
>>30553622
Pushover Anon reminds me of a story where Shy clones Anon from a pair of his underwear that she just got done schlicking with and ends up with betanon.

>>30553622
I approve.

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This got posted in the APA thread and seemed relevant.

>>30553622
Brings new insight to the phrase, "And then sex happened". Nicely done.

>>30550401
Can't wait to see what's next.

>>30551337
I just roughly added the whole thing up.
It's 200,000 characters long.
That's 200 posts-worth of green.
It's literally my biggest story to date, and I didn't plan -any- of it, I've just been making it up as I've been going along.
Sweet fucking lord.

>>30555575
That's awesome. Most people are reluctant to give voice to their utter horror and dread of the workaday rat race world we all inhabit, running forever on our little hamster wheels in search of a dream that will forever be held just out of our reach.

>>30555575
For a story you're writing by the seat of your pants it's pretty incredible.

>>30555575
I am highly appreciative of meta fiction and truly enjoy this story.

>>30555575
I think the setting really helps, I'd honestly thought it was gonna end after the first Halloween party, but this is a story that could turn any thread drama on the board into an arc.

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I watched Vinesauce do one of his weird streams where he runs through FF VII that's been garbled through something called a "text obfuscator." Then I'd thought about this thread.

Here's the original:
>It's a regular day in Ponyville.
>Do the shit, shower, and shave.
>The three S's are your pre-coffee ritual.
>Anyways, you're eating Cheerilee-Os when you hear a soft knocking at the door.
>You let out a sigh.
>It's time.
"Let's get this over with."
>Fluttershy was waiting at the other side, holding a picture of you in her teeth.
>She manages to speak clearly. "Um, can I have your autograph? Please?"
>Okay. It's not one of her fetish guesses.
>You quickly sign a photo of you in designer underwear that's still being passed around.
>It was your prime. And now you're nothing but a hollow, liquor filled shell.
"Here. Make yourself useful and get me some groceries."
>You tuck a roll of bits under her wing.
"I don't need any more followers. It's not because I'm lazy or anything."
>"Okay then, Anon!" Fluttershy said enthusiastically.
>She flies off, and you're left all alone.
>Solitude was the only friend you need. That and hard liquor.
>You didn't need to go out and risk Twilight running an intervention. In her basement.
>Offering her rape therapy.
>Fucking Twilight.

Pretty basic, and a bit shitty, right? Let's run it through this newfangled technology.

1/2

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>>30557342
>Signal is normal.
>They are dirt, shower and shave.
>Three Coffee Ritual S.
>Incidentally, eating Cheerilee, when I hear a tap on the door.
>You will sigh.
>Now it's time.
"Go with her."
>Fluttershy continued the gear theme, waiting for the other side.
>She was able to speak clearly. "Um, can I sign you?"
>OK. This is not one of the alleged talismans.
>It immediately painted the image of the tailored clothing still insurmountable.
>This is the first time. And it's not just an empty shell and completely drunk.
"Maybe useful in shopping areas."
>Number of bits under the wing.
"We do not have to follow, not because I'm lazy or whatever."
>"Yes, no doubt", Fluttershy energy.
>Fly and throw.
>I have only one friend. Excessive alcohol consumption.
>You do not have to go out and have the risk of Twilight interfering. Basement.
>Rape therapy management.
>Twilight bitch.

Hopefully you've gotten something out of it. I might do more when I can manage between vidya and other stuff.

>>30557370
I need a link to that text obfuscator.

For science.

And chaos.
Blood for the Blood God.

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>>30557474
https://skaillz.net/obfuscator/

Go nuts, babby.

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>>30557370
>Rape therapy management.

>>30557613
Looks like it runs text through Google Translate a few times before spitting it back out as fractured English. Fun stuff.

>>30557613
It's pretty fun to run one shots through it.

>>30557613
> Why stole a female horse

>>30551534
Obsurdly humorous.
Keep going.

>>30557370
Not bad keep up the good work.

TOP O' THE MORNING, FLUTTERFRIENDS!!!

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>>30557370
>I have only one friend. Excessive alcohol consumption.

>>30557613
This thing's great thank you anon.

>"Hey, Anon."
"Hm?"
>Shorts is trying something new today.
>She's lying on the intersecting walls that make up the cubicles you work within, positioned comfortably on the crossroads between the thin laminate panels, her hooves dangling carelessly away from her.
>"What was this place like in its hey-day?"
"Hell of a lot busier." you say bluntly, scrolling through documents on your screen.
>"Yeah?"
"Mm."
>"How many people worked here?"
"Oh, dozens. Had lots of writers back in the day."
>"Do you miss them?"
>You pause mid-scroll.
>For a moment your mind wanders back in time, your gaze lost on the screen before you.
>Shorts notices your silence and sits up a bit, concerned.
>"Sorry, do you not like talking about it? It's just I've never really asked and you never mention it so..."
"Yeah, I miss them."
>She waits patiently for you to continue.
>A small smile creeps onto your lips.
"Things were pretty good. Weird and dramatic sometimes, but good."
>You rise to your feet, stretching your arms and legs.
>Your head pokes out over the edge of the cubicle wall, and you survey around you at the jungle of cubicles crammed into the office space.
>Memories flicker through your mind, greeting you like old friends as you let yourself indulge in the nostalgia of it all.
>Shorts watches you closely.
>You reach a hand over the wall and gesture towards the cubicle where Shorts originally worked.
"Your old cubicle?"
>She follows your gesture and raises her eyebrows.
>"What about it?"
"Guy that used to work there was fucking nuts."
>"Hah, really? What did he do?"
"Used to write a pretty good story, he did. But he decided one day he wanted to fuck with the entire office, so he created this whole fictional personality online and used to send the office hate-mail in the fake guy's name criticising his own stories."
>Shorts blinks, clearly baffled.
>"...Why?" she says finally.
>You shrug, smiling.

>>30561259
"Fuck knows, but it was entertaining. When we figured out who was behind the hate-mail he stopped, but it was still pretty funny whilst it lasted."
>Shorts gives out a short laugh.
>"What else used to happen around here?"
>You take the opportunity to pluck her off the cubicle wall and sit her on your shoulders, the mare laughing giddily.
>Then, you stroll away from your desk and go for a trip around the office.
"That one there? In the far corner near the busted wall? He used to specialise in writing gore-fics."
>"Ew, really?"
"Oh yeah, they were disgusting, but they were also kind of ironic I guess? Regardless, they were a good laugh. Dude wrote a story about a character fucking a lung."
>"No he didn't--"
"I swear to you he did. Literally a story about a guy fucking a lung."
>"Whaaaat..."
"The desk closest to Fluttershy's office? That's where Slasher used to sit."
>"Was he always, um, nuts?"
"...Well I want to say no, but yes, he was."
>You chuckle.
"Could turn a profit like a champ though; his stories brought a lot of traffic to the company."
>"And now he lives in the vents raising an army of rats."
"We can only hope his intentions are benevolent."
>Shorts jabs a hoof at the desk you're currently next to.
>"This one."
>You glance at it.
"Oh. Him."
>You frown.
"He was a good guy. Was from Argentina, you know."
>"What's Argentina?"
"...Right, pony, not from here, got it-- he was foreign, basically, named himself after a popular music artist. Wrote stories with music in them."
>"Were they good?"
"...Ehh, no, but the heart was there. I think he got shot in the end."
>"Woah, really?"
"Yeah, he just disappeared one day."
>You look sadly at his desk, and rub your fingers over his dusty keyboard.
"Some days I wonder if he's alright. Would be good for closure, you know?"
>Shorts rests her chin on your head, and pats it with a hoof.
>"There there, Anon."

>>30561267
"Anyway, the next desk over was home to a brilliant writer. One of the most recent to leave us actually."
>"Oh cool, so he's still around?"
"I like to think so, he quit writing altogether, but was kind enough to actually finish his story before he did so, which is more than I can say for most writers that used to work here."
>The pony on your shoulders snorts.
>"Projecting a bit of anger there, Anon."
"Not anger. More frustration."
>"At?"
"Wasted potential. We still get messages from old fans asking about the writers. It's always a shame to turn them away."
>"At least you're still here."
"And you."
>"Yeah but I'm not old."
"You've been here for nearly a year now, that's longer than most writers stuck around for."
>"Wow, really?"
"Yup, so congrats, you're officially part of the old-guard."
>"Woo! I'm prestigious!"
>You grin as you turn a corner, your hands holding Short's rear-hooves to steady her.
>"What about that one? Next to the window?"
"One of our best. He quit some time ago, cited local politics and general disgust with the way the City was going. Jumped ship and never came back."
>"Pity. He wrote good things then?"
"Sure did. Didn't finish any of them, mind you, that was a dick move, but eh, what can you do, he's gone now."
>"What about the desk across from his?"
"Total drama whore."
>"Uh oh."
"If the office wasn't trying to throw him down the stairs it was a good omen, he used to piss people off on a near daily basis-- I -swear- he did it for fun."
>"He was a bad worker then, I take it."
"No no, he was good, just had an ego the size of a planet. Made a real song-and-dance about leaving too, but his finest hour was the spat with uh..."
>You turn in place, frowning.
"Oh, over there."
>You point at a distant desk.
"That guy right there? Best writer we ever produced."
>"Seriously?"
"Oh yeah, he went on to make a story so good it got converted to prose."
>Shorts' eyes widen and she 'wow's silently.

>>30561271
"But Mr Drama-pants over here didn't like that, so he threw around some hot opinions and then everyone pretty much hated him."
>"Did you?"
"Nah, he was an ass but he was likeable in his own weird sort of way."
>"Where was Fluttershy during all of this?"
"Usually in her office working with Twilight."
>"She actually worked -with- her? Fluttershy with Twilight, I mean."
"Of course, they were friends once. Shared the same office, shared the same coffee mug sometimes. They were close, real close. Like that." you say, holding up two crossed fingers to emphasise your point.
>Your expression saddens.
"Then things just... ended up the way they did. Damn-near destroyed the company, we had to downsize to this place eventually, used to have a much nicer building. After that point all the writers we had left started leaving through lack of interest or burn-out."
>"...And then there was just you."
"Just me."
>"And her."
"...And her."
>She ponders for a second.
>You find yourself stood in the very middle of the cubicle jungle, your hands gently rubbing Shorts' hooves in thought as you stare blankly at a wall.
>The mare speaks up, slowly.
>"Anon... just one last thing I don't get..."
"Hm?"
>"Why -did- you stay?"
"Fluttershy."
>"...So you really love her?"
"No. It's more like if I left she'd probably do something... silly."
>"Like what?"
"She's unstable, Shorts, this company is all she has these days."
>"Well I mean, she has you."
"That's what I mean. If I left, what would happen?"
>"Good point... but it still doesn't explain it, not really, why you and not, say, Slasher? He seems intent on sticking around."
>You gaze at the wall, then pivot sluggishly on your foot until you're watching Fluttershy's office door, your expression stricken with discomfort.
"I feel guilty."
>Shorts cocks her head.
>"Why?"
"Because I'm the reason Twilight decided to leave."
>You feel Shorts tense up.
>"...Does Fluttershy know?"

>>30561286
"Nope. How could I tell her?"
>"But why? What did you do?"
>You sigh, deflating slightly, and think for a moment before speaking.
"Twilight was always thinking of bigger things. She was the smart, adventurous one, Fluttershy was the puritan; wanted to keep things the same."
>You walk over to a desk and sit on it, Shorts still on your shoulders.
"Twi and I always hit it off right from the start, we were always spitballing ideas, mostly for shits and giggles, and when she mentioned that she wanted to take the company in a different direction I suggested that she start her own company."
>You fixate on a bit of carpet, your posture hunched, subdued.
"We spent a whole lunch hour once just brainstorming how this hypothetical company would work, what kind of stories it would make, how it would make money, and so on."
>Glance up at Fluttershy's office door again.
"To me it was just a fun brainstorming session; a fantasy to pass the time. Just some big 'what if' scenario, you know?"
>"Right."
"Twi didn't see it that way. She was hooked on the idea, absolutely -loved- it."
>You sigh.
"After that it was all downhill. She kept pressing Shy to change the company name and take it to a 'bright new future'. She always said that: 'bright new future', that's how she always described it."
>You shuffle a bit, readjusting Shorts.
"After she gave up trying to convince Fluttershy she went to the writers for their opinions. Of course, half of them loved it just as much as she did and said they'd follow her if she went."
>"...And then she did."
"And then she did. I still remember the day, it was a Wednesday, I got into work late and half of the workforce was just -gone-, you know? Shy and Twi were just fucking -screaming- at each other in their office. Twi storms out on her, and just as she's passing me she smiles - just this super optimistic smile - and offers me a place at her side. Says 'We're getting out of here, Anon, just you and me!'."
>"What happened?"

>>30561296
"Shy was stood behind her, looking right at me. Half of her staff had just walked out on her, and the company was going through rocky times as it was, so this was like a fucking deathblow to her, and she's stood there looking at me, not blinking, Twilight's waiting for an answer..."
>You clasp your hands together, fingers knitted.
"I said no. I couldn't say yes, Shorts, you should have seen the way Shy was looking at me. I couldn't do that to her. Not then, and not now."
>"So you stayed."
"Yeah."
>"For... years."
"Even when everyone else had left."
>"...No wonder she fell for you."
"Hah, not much of a relationship though, is it? She's an unstable serial rapist and I'm a coward."
>Shorts hugs the back of your head.
>"I dunno. I think you're pretty cool."
"Yeah?"
>"Yeah. Loyal. Mares dig loyalty."
"Well thanks for the vote of confidence."
>"So where exactly is the company gonna go from here?"
>You shrug.
"Dunno. At the moment we're just kind of existing. Bringing you on was good though, it's nice to have some company again other than Fluttershy and Slasher."
>"And Rudolph."
"And Rudolph."
>You stand up again, Shorts gripping your head suddenly so she doesn't fall off.
"Well. That's story time over. Come on, minion, back to work we go."
>You stuff your hands in your pockets and plod back to your desk, Shorts taking the opportunity to share her own stories about freelancing work and her bitch of a mother.
>You feel yourself smiling as she rants.
>It's nice to have company again.

Been wanting to write that part for a while.

>>30561307
That was really good, makes me wish I wasn't such a newfag so I could've seen some of it.

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>>30561259
Ayyy we /nostalgia/ now.

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>Yet another day in horseland, imprisoned in your own home.
>Sunbutt made your land a protected habitat.
>Luckily, she's already done everything under the sun, with people in far heavier armour and better shape than you.
>So you've heard.
>Luna's really trying your patience though.
>Even with the tinfoil nightcap.
>Oh, the horrors of the types of fetishes you've tucked away in your brain that she must know of.
>Speaking of which, Celestia's the only sane mare on this planet of the horseys.
>And she's coming to visit. Today.
>You're no stranger to emergency cleaning.
>With some elbow grease, and stuffing things into closets, you've managed to make the house presentable by the time you hear a knocking.
"Hello, Celestia," you said opening the door.
>Your informal greeting turned sour with the appearance of Luna hiding a bouquet of chocolate flowers and a box of rose hearts under her wing.
>Celestia, thankfully, was to her right with a knowing smirk on her face. She remains silent.
>"HAPPY HEARTS AND HOOVES DAY MORTAL," Luna bellowed. Her sunny sister snickered as Luna assaulted your ears.
>Time had no meaning inside your home.
>So you forgot.
>She was still royalty though. Which called for a smile that quickly plastered your face. "Oh yeah. Thanks, Princess Luna."
>"NOW IT IS TIME TO MERGE IN COITUS, AS ACCORDANCE TO THE DROIT DU SEIGNEUR."
>"Whoa. Wait a minute. Who said-"
>The three of you teleport to your bedroom and as you begin to comprehend the idea, Celestia puts on a Superman costume and trots into a closet without a single word.
"-I say who said you can come in here and violate the sanctity of my home.
>"IGNORE THINE SISTER, PRETEND THAT SHE IS NOT THERE AS WE VIOLATE MORE THAN THAT."
>So this is how it ends. Not with a bang, but with a cucking fetish.
>You've heard stories about various knights seeking unicorn horn, only to end up as exotic concubines for Sunhorse.
>And now Moonbutt wants in on it after a thousand years.
>Fucking Luna.

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>>30561934
And the corruption:

>Another day on the horse, a prisoner in his own house.
>Sunbutt protection.
>Fortunately, some things should be done, better health, the health of the sun is serious.
>From what you've heard.
>The moon is really your patience test.
>Beware even at night.
>You might think that it can not get into the brain, do not be scared of trees.
>In conversation with, Celestia is the only state in Knight Healthy Planet.
>And she came to visit. Day.
>They are no foreign emergency cleaning.
>With a little greasy elbow and stuffing things in closets, she managed to enter a house to make when a knock is on the door.
"Hey, move," he said, opening the door.
>His health was not the official appearance of the moon, a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates hidden with a pink heart forearm.
>Celestia was happy with a smile on her face on her own, but still a strange silence.
"SONGS OF LIFE AND DEADLY PADDLES HAPPY DAY," roared the moon.
>What do we know about it but listen to laughter from Sister Moon.
>There was no sense of time at home.
>So you missed it.
>But it was still like a king. Smile on your face as it moved quickly. "Thanks, Captain Moon."
>"YOU DO NOT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX."
"Wait, Kim Ki ..."
>Triple teleport without saying a word, Trojan Mickey Blue suit cover the idea of the flow of data without air conditioning.
"- I can go and come into the house to the adage of weekend.
>"COMPARED TO MANY PLANS FOR VIOLUAR IGNORANCE."
>So it's over. This is not a finger but a fetish bitch.
>I've heard stories about different drivers you'll hear from Buffalo Horns and Succession Sunhorse.
>Monthly updates of thousands of years.
>Line gallo.

>>30550306
That was quite the drama bomb, Fifty. I'm still liking the story, but I'm also hoping that it's not going to be too long a wait for more Skinny Jeans shenanigans to happen.
>>30551534
Midas Anon gave me keks like you wouldn't believe. They were all good, but that one was the best.
>>30552329
>"I knew it!"
Hah, that was great. Good one shot. Come back to life more often.

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>>30561950
>This is not a finger but a fetish bitch.

My sides have been obliterated.

>>30561307
Fuck, that's both cute as fuck, and heavy on the feels.

More please.

>>30552452

Obfuscated Sleepy Anon vs Persistent Fluttershy

> Sleep
> Deep sleep, not heard by Knock.
> "Hello" to push open the door, because it's awful Homi's calm, appealing Fluttershy.
> The answer is just a bit snoring.
> His courage (turning off the lights before bed) closed the door and could stomp down into the hall.
> A new zamilovane snoring seems to put in bed.
> "Make Hee so nice. Spelling too."
> Spelling Ass. Work at night.
> "This charming princess is sleeping in bed."
He continues to return to his dream> Fluttershy Float.
> The most important tongue from and soak up them to scratch your lips.
> "Wake up the first kiss of true love."
> Fluttershy's heart beat faster and his face next to his chin with the incher.
> Hair gives us the burden.
> Wrinkle the nose and change the solution only.
> Fashion Fluttershy licking in the belief that the edges of the hair are accumulated and removed from the next era.
> So close ...
> Contact us
> Gray eyes close to him enjoys the feeling of pressure on his lips.
> He broke short kiss and volunteer.
> You were hired romain.
> "Hmmm, maybe little comfort is needed."
> Kiss her again, this time to set the language.
> Your snacks of your surprise surprise.
> "EEP!"
> Flummoxed, Fluttershy is located on the feet of the bed and pull covers you away.
> As a result, sleeping in nakedness, and probably not the best option.
> But not a pleasant summer of cozy evening.
> Bed creaked Springs hip Fluttershy melt.
He stares wanted to be in the port.
> "I do it with or without you, Anon ..."

> Half an hour later, a happy happy yellow flew wide.
> After three hours of sleep terrorism cases.
> Have you ever wondered why the rain.

>>30561307
Anon's situation is kinda fucked up, he's got something he's probably felt awful about for who knows how long and he can't apologize for it without most likely ruining his relationship

>That clean building smell still waft in the lunch break room.
>Hopefully this newly dubbed RGRE building will last longer than the last.
>That smoldering building still reeks of porn.
>You suspect that a certain big boobied mare is responsible for this last disaster.
>The one before was destroyed by a fellow coworker when he snapped and started his arson vengeance against bats.
>He was always seemed he was sitting on edge.
>“Anon, how ya doing?”
“Just enjoying lunch boss.”
>Rainbow Dash sits in her designated top mare seat in front of you.
>“Awesome, just making sure all of my dudes are cool.”
“I'm doing good.”
>“Good.”
>Chips being munched on echo in the room.
“So how’s the other departments?”
>Dash lights up with opportunity to avoid an awkward silent lunch.
>“The moon pony idea seems promising and has been a hit so far. Still balancing it out to be more RGRE. LaP is still going strong. Some play on fetish ideas, so the usual. Griffons are still around.”
>Nodding with a sandwich in your mouth.
“Neat.”
>“How your short stories coming?”
“Got a few ideas down.”
>“Huh, thought you were a little distracted recently.”
“Guess you haven't heard about Fluttershy.”
>Dash perks up at the mention of her friend.
>“Oh, I haven't heard anything, been busy running the company. Is Flutterrape still going?”
“Yeah, and now Fluttershy is pregnant with a kid with Anon.”
1/3

>>30563937
>Dash spits out the protein drink she was previously guzzling.
>“Sweet Celestia’s hay bells, how?! That should be impossible.”
>You flick a thumb out the window to a building across the street.
“Word has it that Princess Pretty Pink Pony Wings put a spell on them.”
>Dash gulps as she wipes her brow with a rag.
>“Hot.”
>A raised eyebrow is her answer from you.
“I know we play with the idea of pregnant mares here, but that is still messed up.”
>“Wait, are you implying that they didn't want foals and Cadance forced it on them?”
“Pretty much.”
>She looks outside with a dark face.
>“Maybe she needs a little arson to improve her manure.”
“Right, because that's what we need, corporate rivalry war.”
>Dash sighs as she nibbles on her haywhich.
“We can't keep burning bridges, especially with those we collaborate with on stories.”
>“Yeah, but I can't help but feel bad for Fluttershy when she has trouble running her company.”
>A giggle snort escapes your lips.
“Aw, crap I spilled my drink on my shirt.”
>“Hey, I am awesome at this corporate business thing.”
“Oh Dash, Dash, Dash, Dash, Dash--.”
>Patting her on the head as she slowly starts to fume.
>“Just get to the point.”
“You are fun to work for and the content is great, but you suck at managing. We’ve lost writers, had mutinies, and simply failed in starting a thread.”
2/3

>>30563940
>Dash grumbles, but seems to accept what you said.
>”Yeah, I’m not always awesome at this job, but you can’t say our stuff isn’t in demand.”
“True.”
>“Back to Fluttershy though, should I get her a gift or something?”
“They call those baby showers.”
>“Oh, that makes sense.”
>Then Dash gets that look on her face.
>The one where she comes up with an idea that you are positive will end poorly.
>”Having foals wouldn’t be too bad, fit with the company image. Think LaP would be up for it.”
>Slowly placing your drink down with blank face.
“Dash, we’ve all told you. He hates you.”
>”Oh come on, I don’t get it. We both love powerlifting and I’m all about the love. You know what, I’m going to be the dominate mare and do the classic Dash. Just let my amazingness do it’s natural thing. He won’t be able to refuse.”
”I don’t know if you remember, but the last story had you being thrown in the trash. That’s how much he thinks of you.”
>“Oh quit your bellyaching, have you seen him?”
“He took his lunch, tuna salad and ketchup, and brought it to his desk.”
>Dash flexes her wings before flying off.
>“Thanks, Anon! I know he won’t say no to foals. What stallion can?”
>You are tempted to watch what happens, but you suspect that the ketchup will be used as an improvised weapon.
“Meh, not my problem.”
3/3

>>30563944
Holy shit this is fantastic, it also raises a decent question, what poners are in charge of what threads?

>>30561950
What did my sides ever do to you

>>30563944
Dash in charge of RGRE?
Shit, I'll take it. Nice work dude.

>>30563970
Easy.

>Homo-poners.
Braeburn.

>Plane-poners.
Spitfire

>Lesbo-poners.
Lyra & Bonbon partnership.

>Spanking-poners.
Rarity.

>Dazzling-poners.
Adagio & the girls.

>Equestria-girlers.
Sunset Shimmer.

>Princess Applejack-poner.
Trenderhoof.

>Power-poners.
Spike.

>Fat-poners.
Pinkie.

>Mom-lestia-poner.
Celestia.

>Dadonequus-poner.
Discord.

>Bat-poners.
Luna.

>Strange-waifu-poners.
Maud.

>Horror-poners.
Zecora.

>Guard-poners.
Shining Armour.

>Umbra-poner.
Sombra. He cross-dresses a lot.

>Slave-poners.
Starlight Glimmer.

>Earth-poners.
Just some fucking guy called Timothy D. Hargreaves who bares no relation to anything, and stands out from the other CEOs as the only legitimately normal person around.

>>30563970
>Foalcon Thread
Cheerilee

>Bully Thread
Snips & Snails

>FiMFiction Thread
Moondancer

>Nightly Scilight Thread
>Nightly Twilight Thread
Flash

>JoJo Thread
Spike

>Incestuous Relationships Thread
Button's mom

>>30564480
I like to think that Spike being overworked his whole life has lead up to him running two companies.
He needs to constantly be doing something or he doesn't feel at ease.

>>30564324
>>30564480
These are some really good ists.

>>30563028
kek

>>30564324
>>30564480
Great use of background ponies and Flash you guys.

>>30564480
>>>Nightly Scilight Thread
>Flash
Should actually be that Timber Spruce dipshit since they're actually going hard in making that a relationship more than they did Flash.

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>>30551913
Not so fast lil faggot.

>>30565152
He doesn't have internet in his shitty forest.

>>30565152
t. Flash

>>30563970
>>30564480
Forgot to add:

>Ponies Aroused by Anon's Physique
Bulk Biceps (no homo)

>Anonfilly Thread
Diamond Tiara & Silver Spoon

>My Massive Pony
Cloudchaser

>Wardrobe Malfunction General
Coco Pommel she's kinky

>Ponies in Earth
Lyra

>Dragons in Equestria
Ember

>/MLP/ Plays
Vinyl Scratch

>Slave Pony Thread
Mistress Harshwhinny

>My Little Progress: Technology Isn't Magic
Doctor Whooves

>Trap Tickler
"Orchard Blossom"

>>30565294
That leave Derpy for the 4cc threads whenever they come up?

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>>30561307

>>30561934
>Celestia puts on a Superman costume and trots into a closet without a single word.

Kept hearing this mentioned and now that I know where it's from I can't stop giggling at this stupid joke.

>>30565202
lol nigga wut

having a pony (or ponies) in charge of thread companies has so much potential

>>30565946
It definitely seems like a good way to do a meta story.

>>30567302

>Woken up by an amazing wet dream.
>There's Fluttershy with your dick in her mouth, slurping away.
>Where did your security plan go wrong?

>>30567402
It's probably not the worst way to wake up.

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>>30563944
I like to think Dash was in charge of the Rainbro threads until they went under, but instead of clinging onto her thread like Fluttershy did Dash re-branded her company into RGRE.

I mean come on, we all know she'd totally want to make a company themed around herself more than anything.

>>30568858
Well outside of LaP she does seem really popular over there.

>The move from Fillydelphia to just outside Ponyville (some call it Ponyville adjacent) has been pretty good
>But lately you've been hearing strange noises outside, as if someone was there and was watching you
>You chalk it up to paranoia and nerves; moving to a new place can be stressful, after all
>You've been enjoying yourself, though, and your solitude
>Ponyville is a nice, very peaceful place and you hope that you can live a life free of trouble and guilt here
>One fine morning you wake up and hear a knocking at your front door
>You open it to reveal a familiar yellow Pegasus, one that stops your heart
>"Um, hello, I noticed that you were new in town and I wanted to introduce myself," she says pleasantly
>"My name is—"
Holy shit! You're fucking Fluttershy!
>She's so startled by your outburst that her eyes nearly pop out of her skull
>You lose control of yourself and take her up in your arms; this is a big bear hug for a great pony
>Her eyes nearly shoot out of her skull even harder; they're sort of like balloons now, ready to pop
>Thankfully you put her down before your squeezing kills her
>After getting her breath back, she says:
>"You know who I am?"
I sure do. You're Fluttershy.
>You do a giddy little dance with your feet before continuing
You're fucking Fluttershy!
>"Well, yes," she says, a bit confused. "But how do you know me?"
Are you kidding? You're one of the Elements of Harmony, one of the most successful models to have a career only lasting a few weeks.
>"Well, that is all true," she says a bit contemplatively.
Not only that but your work with animals and different species is borderline amazing. You actually found the home of the Breezies. You faced down a dragon all by yourself.
>Fluttershy, now blushing heavily from your praise, plays nervously with her front hooves as you continue to list the many things that you know about her
Suffice to say, I am literally your biggest fan.

>>30570581
>“I can see that,” she says in a certain way as she looks you up and down.
>She’s making you feel kind of weird now, but you ignore it
>"I never would've thought," she says. "You're so kind to have noticed all of those things about me. I don't know what to say to you."
Don't say anything, Shy. Just keep being you, okay?
>Her face is so pink now that it seems her fur there has disappeared
>"Okay."
Well, see you later.
>But just as you're about to close the door she puts her hoof in its way and stops it
>"Wait," she says.
>You open the door back up and Fluttershy takes a step forward so that she's halfway on the threshold
What's up?
>You notice that she's starting to sweat; she speaks without looking you in the eye
>"Well, I came over because I, um, wanted to ask you if you'd like to go on a, um, on a date with me?"
>Her eyes look up nervously from under her downturned brow, waiting for your answer
What the fuck! you say a bit too loudly. No way, bro, are you trying to prank me or something.
>The gentle-but-soothing atmosphere of the earlier moments between you two shatters
>Fluttershy jerks her shocked eyes up at your grinning face confusedly
>"But I thought—"
I'm not down to fuck, okay? You're, like, a pony and shit, dude. Do I look like a pony to you?
>In her hesitance, you suddenly start to grow furious and, leaning over her, you shout:
Do I look gay to you?
>You raise your eyebrows at her, waiting for a response from the trembling, flustered, and very confused mare
>"Why are you being so mean?" she says.
>She starts sniffling, but this was the wrong thing to do as you’re now laughing hysterically at her perceived weakness
>"This is horrible,” she says. “I thought that you liked me. This took a lot of courage for me, and—"
No thanks. Not gay enough for horse pussy, brotato.
>You step back and slam the door so hard that it pushes Fluttershy out

>>30570596
>As you're running upstairs to wash the gay off of you, you sort of hear her crying behind your door
>What the fuck, crying is for pusses though
>You're not a pussy
>You jump in the shower and turn it up as hot as it can go to prove the lack of pussy in you
>It burns your already blistered and peeling skin, as usual—but you don't even notice
>Then you start masturbating furiously, all while thinking not-gay thoughts and shoving a shampoo bottle in and out of your asshole
I can't believe she thought I was gay. What a faggot!
>You open up the shower curtains to look at how not-gay you are in the mirror
>Suddenly you hear those noises again, like someone is watching you
>It’s the gay thoughts; they’re coming for you
>You start masturbating even harder, and you switch from the shampoo bottle to the toilet brush handle
>Even with all this, though, you still might have to move again

poor Fluttershy
still, at least that guy wasn't as weird as Rarity's biggest fan was

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>>30570598
That was definitely a story.

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>>30570598
Well thay escalated quickly.

>>30570690
that*

Is it just me or are we getting a lot more green this thread than normal?

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>>30570598
Hol' up

>>30570598
That definitely went places I wasn't expecting.

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>>30551497
>Not a femanon, just an Anon who has been turned into a girl.
But isn't that exactly what all femanons really are?

Had a few hearty keks reading all that, thanks!

>>30571709
Well not ALL FemAnons...

Homophobianon

>>30570598
Not bad.

>>30571709
Of course that's what they are.

>All these greens
>None of them are the one I've been waiting for

ithurtsness.giygas

>>30573171
What have you been waiting for, Anon? Share with us your hurt so that we may bear it together.

>>30573171
Which one are you waiting for?

>>30571709
Silly Anon, he is referring to a guy (female)

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>>30570598
I'm not sure what ride I just got on.

>>30573171
>>30573277
I don't want to draw attention to him. Let's just say we're gonna reach almost 2 years of waiting

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>>30574827
You can't blue ball us like that anon what is it?
Unless you're the bonbon anon.

>>30574846
Can't be Bonbon Anon. A Sweet Heart Part 1 was released March 31st 2014, which was well over 3 years ago.
And I have no intention of completing it.
:^)

>>30574902
Bon Bon anon probably sudokud over your sorta conclusion in the other thread anyhow.

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>>30550306
>You toss in your history book and look around for your math book.
>After checking that it isn’t noticeable in the surface, you dig in and search for it.
>It hasn’t been the same since last night.
>Scratch that; nothing has been the same ever since you wore those skinny jeans from last week.
>You lost your best friend, the most popular girls in the school without a doubt hate you, and your parents will scorn you for not just your high school life, but until the day that you die.
>They were displeased with your actions and behavior for the last few days.
>Destroying someone else's property a few times, irrational drama being tossed around, you being marinated in alcohol.
>It was more than enough for them to lecture you for a good hour, along with the confiscation of your phone, TV, video games, internet, even hanging out with Norman.
>You told them about what happened between you and Norman and they were stunned for a moment, but didn’t buy it for a moment until they called Norman’s mother to confirm that you two weren’t hanging out anymore.
>Your parents laid back on going out, even though Norman was your close and only friend to hang out with.
>Looks like you’ll be sipping a nice milkshake alone for a long time.
>You finally manage to find your math book and pull yourself out of your locker.
>Just as you stand up, someone slams it shut in the sidelines.
>”So, you like making people cry, huh?” Rainbow Dash walks in front of you with her arms crossed and a look that reads ‘You’re dead’
>"What makes you think that you could make my best friend cry and you could just get away with it?"

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>>30575429
>Being so upset that you have to deal with this now, you sigh out of disbelief.
“Look, Dash--”
>”No, YOU listen here; when you start to pick on my friends, I come in and talk some sense into you.” She slams her fist on the locker. “And by talk, I mean a beat down from me.”
“Dash--”
>”I’m not done here.” She cuts you off again. “If you try to talk to Fluttershy again, or even just look at her, I will gut you like a stuck pig.”
“I didn’t--”
>”What? Mean to be a total tool? Be a moron and snap at the nicest people in school?”
>You start to ball your fist.
>No, not now.
>Not with her.
“You just don’t get it.”
>”I think I do. As if I would take anything else that would be true from the likes of you.”
“And what did I do, huh?!”
>”A number of things for the last week; destroyed Pinkie Pie’s boombox, being a thankless jerk with Rarity, screwing up Applejack’s farm. That’s more than enough reasons to hate you, you know.”
>So, not only did her friends give her the watered down version, but now she admits her distaste for you?
>Alright then, you may as well let out all of the cards on the table.
>You don’t even care if it’s in the middle of school time, not like anything matters to you as of this moment.
“And I can’t believe I had a crush on you for months!”
>She raises an eyebrow.
>”Wait, what?”
“That’s right. I went to all of your games and cheered for you like a madman, I love your rough, snarky attitude and your long, Rainbow hair flowing as you run around the field.”
>You start to pour out everything, lost from all the adrenaline and speeding thoughts that are whizzing by you.
“And, the way how you punt that soccer ball every time you get close enough to the goal post. And I’m sure that no one mentioned it, but I will; I love it how your voice cracks every once in awhile!”

>>30575437
Oh cool it's good to see you're back.

>>30570396
>not real

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>>30575437
>She just stands there, wide eyed and embarrassed from listening on what you had.
>”Y-you actually like my voice when it cracks?” She mumbles out.
>”Ahem!”
>You turn to the side and see Principal Celestia calling for your attention.
>”If there’s a problem, the two of you could continue this in my office.” She suggests.
>”No, there’s no problem here, right?” Rainbow Dash answers.
>You dot your eyes between the two, unsure on passing it by, or taking it any further.
>”So, Mr. Mous? What do you have to say?” The principal demands for your input.
>Rainbow Dash did back down, right before the principal jumped in.
>Maybe now she sees more than what's on the surface.
“We’re fine.”
>”Okay then. But, if I see this again, you two will have to serve detention.” She threatens you before walking away..
>The students slowly go back to doing their daily routine before heading back to class, leaving you and Dash out in the hallway.
>”I never had someone that would…” She stops herself, thinking over her next move. “Can we finish this up later, I need to head for class because my parents need me to get my attendance up.”
“Sure, where?”
>”You know where.” She says with a smirk.

>>30550712
I do my best to make the story relatable or in a way impactful to the reader with conflicting issues.
If you want to get the full context, there's the links to the previous posts and the pastebin, Pinkie is a bit distant from the beginning of the story.
That's fine, I appreciate and found your rant interesting. Any and all input I appreciate. Trust me, I am enjoying the time on writing this.

>>30562167
Good to read, and your speculation is noted.

>>30575484
As always, it's good to be back after a week of bullshit. Sorry for taking days to continue this, but you guys had more than enough green to ride on during my absence.

>>30575539
Hey don't worry about it, life happens.

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>>30574827
2 years is a long time. What writefag wouldn't finish a story after 2 years? That's just cruel.

>>30574827
My guess is that it's Brownee's sequel to "Pain in the Arse".
I still like you, Brownee, even if you are slow.
>>30574902
Not BonBon Anon, but I thought "A Sweet Heart" was a really nice premise that was well suited to your writing style. Even if you didn't take it as far as it should've gone, it's still one of my personal favorite things you've written.
But hey, Flutterrape LTD has a lot of the same elements that that story had, and so far it's been a great ride in the office.

>>30575539
>"You've been a total dick to all my friends!"
"But I wub u"
>"Oh okay, let's fuck."

What.
Still enjoying the story.

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>>30573171
>>30573277
>>30574827
>>30575622
>>30577081
Ohhhh god my heart!
I am... super, very aware that I'm pushing two years without having provided something in... just about two years. It pretty much means nothing at this point, but I'm soooo fucking sorry for the waiting.
Last month or two (or whenever the incident im about to mention was) I started a new oneshot while I had a concussion, both just to have another story based on something, to use a character I like, and because I needed to get back into the writing groove.
... Aaaand I got about half way through it before I suddenly stopped for no reason.

It's super hard to focus and not-procrastinate on stuff like this, my life is a massive wreck and its stressing me the fuck out, buuuut at the same time I'm not doing a whole lot to rectify it cause that also stresses me out... which gives me plenty of time I could use to finish stories and do new ones I also thought of fairly recently thanks to new episodes!
And yet I end up on Vidya instead... cause fuck me.

It's really frustrating that I know what I want to do and how to do it, but putting words to it is so damn hard. I keep telling myself to power through it and correct it in proofreading after, cause that's easier, yet I don't do it.

This sudden painful awareness of the 2 year mark closing in is gonna hurt me if I don't finish it before then.
I've currently got a broken wrist (BIG SURPRISE!) and the flu, so instead of frustrating myself to holy hell on difficult vidya games while I'm under the weather with a barely functional arm, I'll instead dedicate some time to this... and I'll have a friend remind me to do so.
Maybe if I finally get this fucker of a thing done, I can finish this concussion story, which'll then give me enthusiasm for this other story I really wanna do, and then either get back to something else, or do something completely new altogether for the sake of something new and stupid...

I'll get it done...

>>30577576
It's okay anon, you don't have to destroy yourself for us, take your time.

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In this episode of Flutterrape, Anon forgets to turn off his swag and wakes up covered with bitches.

>"I'm going to be blunt." Fluttershy states, a serious look on her face.
"When are you not?" you reply, a bored look on yours.
>"We're out of money."
>...
>Leaning forward from your seat across from her, you squint slightly.
"Sorry, say that again?"
>"Money. We're all out of money."
"What, again?!"
>"I said we're all out of m--"
"No I mean are we seriously out of money, -again-?"
>"Yes."
>You watch her incredulously.
"That's impossible, we must have at -least- two million in the bank still."
>She stares back, her posture rigid, her hooves pressed together and resting on the desk before her.
>"...Nope."
>The clock on the wall ticks on by, the dumb silence stark.
"...Well just where the fuck has it gone?"
>"Dunno."
"Fluttershy you're a bad liar and I'm not in the mood."
>"Call me Shy--"
"I'm not calling you anything; I'm considering getting mad."
>Fluttershy's lips tighten to a line, the mare giving you an uncomfortable look.
>"I'm not going to argue with you--"
"This isn't an argument, it's a Q&A session. I ask you how you spent two million bits, and you tell me how you spent two million bits."
>"Corporate expenses."
"We work in a fucking warehouse turned drug-den turned office, there's only three of us here, and we're not exactly exhausting our supplies on a daily basis, Fluttershy."
>"Well what do you know, we somehow still managed it h-haha."
>Your brow furrows.
>She trembles a bit.
>Then tries to smile at you.
>"Look! I'm not getting angry! No one's shouting, isn't that great?"
"Fluttershy," you speak calmly, "how did you spend two million bits."
>"Listen, I have a very good reason."
"Which is?"
>"..."
>Fluttershy reaches under her desk and retrieves a large cardboard box.
>She heaves it onto the surface and pushes it with both hooves towards you.
>You rise to your feet to loom over it and the pony it belongs to.

>>30578379
>Lifting the lid off the box, you inspect the contents, and are surprised to see invoices for various online purchases.
>Peeling the top-most one from the pile, you skim-read it.
"Forty nine bits on... Marecock Monthly?"
>You reach for another.
"Eighty bits on a bulk order of cheesy poofs."
>And another.
"Two hundred bits on porn DVDs -and- cheesy poofs."
>Your gaze switches from the printed black font to your partner, who's wearing a completely neutral expression.
"You spent all of our money on snacks and pornography."
>She gives you a weak shrug.
>"I get cravings and you know how much I like porn."
"How... did this get by me? I collect the post and track every invoice that comes into this building, how have--"
>"I get it delivered by unicorn magic straight to the my desk."
"So--"
>"And then I hide the invoices from you."
"..."
>"But at least I'm not throwing them out like before! See, I keep them hidden and safe! E-even from you!" she speaks quickly, patting the box with a hint of desperation.
>The mare gulps.
>"But now I'm showing them to you and being honest because being honest with each other is what couples do right?"
"...How many invoices are in this box."
>"About four hundred."
"Holy fucking Christ, Fluttershy."
>"I'm pregnant! I have needs!"
"Needs-- we're fucking bankrupt because you-- how are you even still slim?!"
>"Well I know how much you like me skinny so I work off the calories."
"How?!"
>"What do you think the porn is for? Masturbation is good exercise."
>You stare at the mare before you.
>She gives you a meek smile.
>"So... are we good?"
"Good? Oh yes, we're good. Everything's fine. Can't pay Shorts her wage, nope; can't pay the tax on this building, nah; can't pay the server costs for the website, can't pay the electricity bill, can't pay our other taxes, can't do much of anything really anymore-- NO WE'RE NOT GOOD, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!"

>>30578384
>You scream and rage at Fluttershy as she sits perfectly still behind her desk waiting for you to finish and looking sorry for herself.
>Waving your arms around, you pace furiously before her desk berating and scolding her, your voice rising to levels it hasn't in months.
>Back at your cubicle, Shorts turns her music up to try and drown you out.
>When you're done, you slump back into your chair and let your head roll back, a hand over your eyes, trying to think.
>Fluttershy breaks the calm after a while.
>"Normally I'm good with our money, but I get hungry, and horny, and I can't control myself--"
"No, you can't." you say with a tired, weary look. "You've never been able to control yourself, that's why we're in this mess."
>She scowls.
>"No need to be a dick about it."
"Isn't there? Isn't there a need? The fuck are we going to do now, go crawling back to Milky for more money? Is that what you're planning?"
>Fluttershy looks at her hooves, then quietly speaks up.
>"Yes, actually."
"Great."
>"She said she's happy to help--"
"I don't care, Fluttershy."
>"But it's fine!"
>You stand up.
>"Anon it's fine! We can rely on her to--"
"That's not the point; she's bad news, Fluttershy, I know she's your friend and she came through for us once but is this how we're gonna keep doing things? Just, pissing about all day with a failing company then grovelling to the mob whenever we need bailing out because you're too much of a fucking weakling to control your own bad habits?"
>Fluttershy's ears flatten against her head, a look of betrayal sprawled across her features.
>Her head bows towards the desk, the pony hiding her face with her forehooves.
>Her body shakes slightly, but you ignore it and head for the door, thinking about how much vodka you can mix into your coffee before it stops being coffee.
>But as you reach for the handle, a small, timid voice graces your ears.
>A wounded, miserable voice.
>"I-it's not my fault Twilight left..."

>>30578390
>Fingers brush the door-handle, no longer desiring to grip it.
>Your body is rigid.
>"It's not my fault things fell apart. I-I don't know what happened."
>The faded wooden door fills your vision, the cracked paintwork, the odd stain, the faded fire-escape plan, all of it staring at you, but you don't see any it.
>It's not with anger that you turn back to Fluttershy.
>She looks up at you with pink cheeks, tears cascading down them.
>You can only drag your feet back towards her.
>She sniffs and wipes her nose with a hoof as you approach.
>As you stand over her, looking down at the mare that's dominated your life for the last seven years, you feel only regret.
>She tentatively reaches up with her hooves.
>You pick her up, then take her place in her chair, cradling her.
>Swivelling around in the high-back, you face the window.
>Rain trickles drearily down the glass on a solemn afternoon.
>It's a cheerless view.
>You hand works its way up Fluttershy's body, comforting and warming her.
>She nuzzles her way into the safety of your neck, soft, wavering breath against your skin.
>The mare sniffs, then utters in a quiet tone:
>"You're wearing that fragrance I like."
>You shake your head slightly, not looking away from the rain.
"I'm not, I stopped wearing it."
>She's silent for a moment.
>"Guess it's just you then."
>A vacant gaze is all you can muster as you watch the rain, with the mother of your child in your arms.
>The phone beside you rings, but you let it play out.
>In this moment, She's all that matters to you.
>That's the it is, these days.
>It wasn't always this way, nor would it be today were it not for your cowardice.
>But lamenting the past won't solve your problems.
>So here you sit, holding the biggest mistake of your life, and trying desperately not to love it as much as it loves you.

>>30577576
>It's a Brownee has shattered his own body again episode.
God dammit man, take better care of yourself.

>>30578395
I'd like to see what Brownee's cubicle is like. Probably dented on all sides with numerous loose bandages all over it.

>>30578434
>Implying Brownee would have a cubicle

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>>30578395
Poor Shy, great job as usual Neb.

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>>30578395
>So here you sit, holding the biggest mistake of your life, and trying desperately not to love it as much as it loves you.

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>>30578395
Fluttershy lives a sad life.

>>30578395
Is there a pastebin for all of this?

>>30582201
Here you go Anon, it gets updated every couple of threads but it's pretty current atm.
https://pastebin.com/EuQt7FT1

>>30580116
>it will never happen

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>>30582298
Thanks a bunch

>>30583021
No problem anon.

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>>30578434
Brownee's is covered in safety foam and bloodstains.

>>30578951
...

>>30579531
>>30581457
>>30582093
Punished Fluttershy: A mare denied her porn.

>>30582298
>Every couple of threads.
I update it every thread, which isn't saying much seeing as how we only go through 1 thread per month.

>>30578395
>God dammit man, take better care of yourself.
You can't make me!

>>30584000
>Brownee's is covered in safety foam and bloodstains.
Yeah, that doesn't work either. I once filled my jacket and pants with bubble wrap to a point where I could barely move... and then threw myself down some stairs for shits and giggles.

>>30584043
I'm genuinely curious what you broke doing that?

>>30584138
Nearly my neck.
But for the most part I was fine afterward.

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>>30584150
STOP
BREAKING
THINGS

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>>30584175
Shuddup u bong butt that's why that thong is stuck

>>30584150
Well at least you came out of it all right.

>>30584000
Now I gotta try and find art of Fluttershy as Big Boss.

>>30585563
I know of a specific pic I could probably recolour for that... I'll see about it tomorrow.

>>30585575
Well thank you anon, that's pretty nice of you.

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So It's like a story where Applejack accidentally sucks Anon's dick, so Celestia makes a law that they have to be in well, some kind of relationship now but Anon has bad times because Fluttershy raped him (or she tried to what the fuck ever dude) so now he's like, robocop about it like:
>"I am the law. I'm pure and clean"
But Applejack is his girlfriend now so she wants the dick but her family keeps trying to like cock block her and shit (I guess it would be pussy block) so she tries to get Celestia to make more laws but Celestia will only do it if she gets some chimp dick and Luna offers to help as well and Applejack is able to pay them with apples(?) Then Fluttershy hears about this and wants in too, so now it's basically Anon's girlfriend is hiring mares to rape him with apples.
I was thinking this is like the general idea for Anon's face.

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>>30570396
This would never happen.
I would never cuck a mare.
That's cruel as fuck.

>>30586082
But what if it was a threesome?

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>>30586097
Only if both of them would be completely ok with it.
Cuz im nice like that.
>pic slightly related

>>30585871
That sounds pretty entertaining.

>>30586154
>Only if both of them were completely okay with it.
I'm sorry, but this is Flutterrape, not Flutterconsentual, and our motto is "Where 'No' Means 'Yes', and 'Yes' Means 'Anal'."

>>30587272

and Anal means Ass first, mouth second.

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Did you know about petting?

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>>30578395
Bruh

>>30588485
Thats a pretty cute shyhorse.

>>30585871
>Clam jam.
>Blue beaned

Would also work.

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Donut?

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>>30585563
>>30585575
>>30585577
Well it's not great, but I had a whack at it.

>>30591842
That's really good, thanks anon.

>>30591842
Suddenly Fluttershy's stealth game just got a hell of a lot better.
Until Anon spots her and she goes full on Rambo on him.

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>>30591842
Damn.

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bump

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>I'm out of decent bump images

>Something drags you out of your sleep.
>You rouse reluctantly, eyelids opening laboriously.
>Again, you feel something moving against you, nudging you.
>Blinking, you reach a hand up to wipe sleep from the corner of your eye.
>It's dark, and you feel warm.
>You glance down and see a shape moving in the dim light.
>It sits up with a soft pant and slides off the sofa you're lying on.
>As you get your bearings, you recognise the faded walls around you.
>The wooden desk, the body-mirror, the old clock.
>Once again you seem to have fallen asleep in Fluttershy's office.
>Not the first time it's happened over the years.
>Last time was due to a Hanukkah party that got drastically out of control.
>Neither of you are Jewish; it just seemed appropriate to get drunk on the day at the time.
>It made more sense back then.
>As did a lot of things.
>Still, here you are.
>Sitting up, you blink again and fixate on the pony before you.
>She's stood in front of the mirror, inspecting herself sideways.
>The mare sees you looking and gives you a tired smile.
>"Bump's getting bigger, isn't it?"
"Mhm. How does it feel?"
>"Delicate."
"Breakfast?"
>"Do we have anything in the fridge?"
"Probably."
>You step out into the main office, still trying to wake yourself up.
>As you trudge into the kitchen, you notice the fridge door open, and a large rat rummaging through it.
>You stagger over to Rudolph and push him out of the way.
>The two of you have come to an understanding after fighting so much.
>He respects your space now, as you have demonstrated that you are the alpha rat.
>At least, you pretend that that's how things are.
>As Rudolph casually pads out of the kitchen with a clear hard-plastic tub of salad in his mouth, you realise he was probably done looking for food anyway.
>You briefly wonder how Slasher is doing.
>And whether or not he approves of you knocking up his former boss.
>Would he be proud of you?

>>30594769
>He always had the nickname 'Uncle', so maybe he'd like to be the incoming kid's godfather.
>Would it be wise making a vent-dwelling rat lord your bastard child's godfather?
>Can't be worse than anything else the kid's gonna go through.
>Poor thing's going to have a rough, confusing life.
>At least it'll have a mother and father that love it.
>Well, a mother that'll love it at least.
>You're still not sure what's going to come out of Fluttershy, but it'll likely offend God, if he hasn't already abandoned you.
>You find some old wraps in the back of the fridge and reheat them in the microwave.
>Not much of a breakfast but you're sure that Fluttershy's had worse.
>Once saw her eat a bottle of whiskey.
>Whole thing - glass included.
>You lumber back to the Fluttershy's office and give her a wrap before sitting down on the sofa and chewing on your own.
>Your gaze is directed at the wall, but is unfocused and distant.
>Fluttershy climbs up next to you and sits in silence as she nibbles at her breakfast.
>You swallow and sigh through your nostrils.
"Sorry about yesterday."
>"It's okay."
"I shouted and I shouldn't--"
>"Anon it's fine, I know you were upset."
>She cleans some sauce off her lip with a quick flick of her tongue.
>"I was an idiot; spent all our money, I get why you were mad."
"Still. Shouldn't have said that stuff."
>"It's okay, really."
"Kay."
>She looks at the window.
>It doesn't have any blinds or curtains, so what little sunlight can creep into the alleyway between Flutterrape LTD and the red-brick warehouse opposite the window brightens the little room somewhat.
>Fluttershy regards the scene with a serene gaze.
>"You know, I kind of feel at ease."
"Hm?"
>"I don't know. We've not got any money, and Cadance is being a bitch, and the company still hasn't recovered all that much, and I'm pregnant and tend to feel like shit some days."
"But?"
>"But I still feel alright mostly."

>>30594783
"That's... good?"
>"Yeah."
>She turns to you and gives you a warm, genuine smile.
>"It is."
>The mare grunts and stands up on the seat next to you.
>Seems like movement is getting harder for her.
>You stay sitting, and watch as she leans in and kisses you on the cheek.
>"Thanks for breakfast."
"Uh, you're welcome. Would have had more salad on the wraps but Rudolph got to it."
>"It's okay. So, um, what's the plan for today?"
"I don't know, normally you know that."
>"I know what -I'm- doing, I was more asking you what you're doing."
"Usual stuff. Stories, looking after Shorts, keeping an eye on you."
>Her mouth curves up at the corners at that last point.
"What have you got going on?"
>"Oh, well Milky should be here later on today."
"You serious?"
>The mare steps off the sofa and moves carefully back to her desk, clearly conscious of her bump.
>"No money, so I had to call in a favour, remember?"
"Sure I do, but so soon?"
>"She works fast. And she was... concerned."
"About?"
>"Guess she's heard about me being, um, you know."
"Right, of course... So when--"
>"About mid-day, maybe sooner."
"Alright. Well Shorts should be arriving in a bit, and I have to get ready for Derpy."
>"She's -still- flying into our window?"
"I'm starting to think she really does do it for attention."
>"Quite the ladies man, aren't you?"
>You shrug.
"More of a human thing than a me thing. City's mostly ponies, after all."
>"True. Humans are a rarity these days."
"...How -is- Rarity these days?"
>"Oh. We don't talk, so I wouldn't know."
"She still running Spank Inc.?"
>"Yeah, but I hear sales are taking a beating."
"That's apt."
>"Hah..."
"Anyway, I'll just... be going."

>Shorts is showing you a quick draft for a multi-part story she's planning when the buzzer goes.
>You glance at the CCTV monitor at the corner of your desk and grimace.
>Two large stallions and a smaller figure wearing a hat and duster can be seen on the fuzzy image.

>>30594789
>Shorts gives you a nervous look.
>You straighten up, roll your shoulders back and crack your neck.
"Better to get this over with sooner rather than later."
>Downstairs at the main entrance you cautiously open the door and regard the stallions flanking the mare before you with suspicion.
>After a longer than necessary pause, the mare drops her sunglasses slightly with a hoof and cranes an eyebrow at you.
>"Well don't act -too- happy to see me, sugar."
"Milky. Dressed as a cowboy this time?"
>"I can't be seen in public. So aren't you gonna let a lady in?"
>You step aside and she hurries past, her bodyguards staying close and watching for anything suspicious.
>As you lead the mare upstairs, she talks away without a care in the world.
>"...oh it's been lots of fun, I must say, it's nice to be settled back in the City, I've hardly sat still since coming back! Did you hear about Horror Pony LTD?"
"Yeah, I heard, I guessed that was you."
>"Better believe it, sugar."
"Don't get why you have to make people just lose their jobs like that."
>"Mare's gotta get her name out somehow, can't fault me for doing what's in my nature, can you?"
>You punch in the passcode for the main office door and let her in.
"To what end, though? People already know you."
>"To make the government fear me again! It's all a giant ladder, Anon, you have to start small and work your way up, that's how you build the fear, that's how you really threaten the big fish. They got rid of me before, but now I'm back with a vengeance."
>She winks at Shorts, who was peeking out over the top of your cubicle at you and the mare along with her two bodyguards.
>Shorts quickly retreats from view.
"By preying on smaller companies? Come on, Zecora's a good mare, she didn't deserve to lose that many workers."
>Milky shrugs and gives you a lopsided smile.
>"It's just business, nothing personal. Besides, my operation's in full swing now, so I won't be bothering smaller fish now anyway."

>>30594803
"You seem to have a thing for fish."
>"Well I don't prefer mares for no reason~"
"Wow, gross."
>"Hah! You're adorable."
>You come to a stop outside Fluttershy's office.
>Milky Way removes her hat, coat, and glasses, and tells her boys to stand outside, one of them clutching her apparel, as the two of you head in.
>Fluttershy sits behind her desk, a calm look on her face, and her posture somewhat confident than usual.
>Milky beams at her as she saunters in.
>"There's my girl, how are you, dear?"
>Fluttershy doesn't reply, and instead slides out of her chair and steps into full view.
>Milky stops dead.
>And stares.
>Fluttershy smiles meekly and readjusts her hooves.
>"I um, I've been busy." she finally says.
>"So I see," the other mare manages to force out, "I heard rumours but I thought it was just a joke."
>The two ponies meet in the middle and share a hug.
>Milky sighs and looks over her friend.
>"So who's the unlucky stallion? He'd better treat you right, sugar, or I swear I'll end his fucking--"
>"It's Anon."
>Milky pauses.
>Then glances back at you.
>A smirk develops across her freckled features.
>"Hilarious, sugar, but really."
>Fluttershy nods.
>"I'm being serious. Anon's the father. Princess Cadance did something to him."
>Milky Way's eyes narrow.
>"Really. Cadance."
>"Mhm."
>"Well. Isn't that something."
>Fluttershy eyes her friend cautiously.
>"Are you alright, Milky?"
>The other mare glances back at you again.
>She slinks over to the sofa and gets comfortable on it, lounging back against the leather and chewing her bottom lip in quiet contemplation, a stray hoof playing with her mane.
>Finally, she ventures a question to no one in particular.
>"How long has Cadance been in the picture?"
>"A few months," replies Fluttershy, "she's opened a business across the street."
>"Yes, Pregnancy Corp, I heard. Was a bit leery, to be honest with you, sugar."
"You? Leery?"

>>30594810
>Milky looks at you, unimpressed.
>"I'm good at what I do, Anon, but even I'd think twice about messing with a princess."
>She slowly twists her frown into a sly grin.
>"Doesn't mean I wouldn't, but still, I'd think twice before doing it. What are her motives?"
"Twilight Sparkle."
>"By that you mean...?"
"Not sure. Not just making Fluttershy pregnant she's done, she's made abortion illegal thanks to her pet politician and one of her employees was rooting around in our bins a while ago, we think they got some financial documents of some kind."
>Milky ponders all this, the gears in her head turning, the mare thinking methodically and carefully.
>"So... they incapacitate Fluttershy, make it harder for her to do anything about it, and are trying to get dirt on the company."
>She pauses, "But how does Twilight Sparkle enter into this?"
"Cadance tells me that she's only doing it because of Twilight."
>"Oh dear. It seems like you've made yourselves an enemy, sugar."
"Well I can see that, Milky, but there's not a whole lot we can do about it."
>She snorts.
>"Not a whole lot you can do? Don't be so stupid, of course there's something you can do. First of all, this money issue of yours? Consider it solved. I'll have my people set you up with a slush fund of some description..."
>You look to Fluttershy, your feelings plain on your face.
>She avoids your gaze.
>"Next we need to start working on bringing down Cadance."
"I thought you said you weren't going to touch her?"
>"I said I'd think twice, and if this prissy pink bitch is going to inconvenience my darling Fluttershy then I'm going to make her life a living nightmare. She's a big fish, Anon, but I'm bigger."
"Again with the fish...?"
>"I'll need time to plan though, so don't expect anything too flashy just yet."
>She leaps off the sofa, her boobs jiggling.

>>30594819
>You notice a damp spot where she was lying and make a mental note to purify it later.
>"Anyway, hon, I'm going to have to dash, sorry, I never meant to stay long."
>She gives Fluttershy a swift peck on the forehead and makes for the door.
>Before she steps out, she seems to remember something.
>"Oh, and Fluttershy?"
>Your boss looks at her expectantly.
>"You could do a lot worse than Anon, nice catch."
>She grins, and with that heads out the doorway.
>You follow her through and past her bodyguards.
>One of them clears his throat and speaks, which amazes you since you weren't aware they could.
>"Uhh, boss?" the ordinarily stoic pony says nervously.
>Milky leans her head in close to listen to him.
>He glances at the ceiling, eyes searching for something.
>"We heard somethin' moving around up there whilst you were inside."
>Milky glances at the segmented ceiling tiles and vents.
>She look to you, a perplexed look on her face.
>"That rat -seriously- isn't still alive, is it?"
"Worse than that, he has a mate and several kids."
>"Good lord. That's the sort of problem that can only get worse, Anon, you may need to relocate soon."
"I'll keep that in mind."
>The former milk-mare makes for the exit.
>You watch them go, and once you're sure they're gone immediately head back inside to see Fluttershy.
>She gives you a sad look as you stand before her, hands on your hips.
"Well, you got what you wanted, we're in the pocket of the mob for good."
>You closely watch the mare.
>She looks tired. Her mane is still a mess, barely brushed and thoroughly unkempt. Her coat is a bit grubby, and heavy bags are under her eyes. She carries herself with a weary but resolute demeanour, despite the circumstances.
>After a sigh, she straightens up and fixes you with a confident expression.
"You know, I always thought she said 'sugar' too much."
>"Yeah, me too."
>...
>"Everything's going to be fine."
"I'll take your word for it, Shy."
>She smiles.

>>30594827
"Coffee?"
>"Could I have tea this time, actually?"
"Oh, sure, I might have to go out and get some, but sure. Why the change?"
>She shrugs.
>"Might as well. I hear coffee's bad for your mental health."
"Not sure tea is much better, Shy, but again, I'll take your word for it."
>"Oh! Wait," you pause and turn to her "...could I have a twinkie whilst you're out?"
"...I'll get two."
>"Thanks sweetie."
"Lay off the mushy talk, we have to keep up appearances for Shorts."
>"Whatever you say, darling."
"Ugh."
>In some ways, you miss the old Fluttershy.

>>30594834
Jesus Christ Neb that's a huge update, it's nice to see Milky again though.
Keep up the good work.

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>>30594834
>"Fucking princess, in an equal state this wouldn't have happened!"

Glimmer cameo as the trashmare when?

>>30595262
Glimmer owns the entirety of trash.

>>30595302
Glimmer rules the General Pony Inc branch in the far away kingdom of /trash/dump

>>30591675
I'd rather her ponut

>>30594834
Nice

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>>30595679
A-anon please.... pony ponuts make me go nuts

>>30595312
I could get behind that.

>>30595302

Nah. Glimmer owns all the porn greentext threads by proxy as she runs the primary tax office that all threads have to go through.

she then refunnels the wealth into financial institutions that support growing industries such as glue factories, Soylent pone processing and dungaree creation facilities.

When confronted why the tax money isn't being directly reinvested into the market, she makes people vanish on '25 year holidays' that are funded by the state and reduces the cost on soylent pone another few bits.

>>30597328
I'd believe it.

Boop

>>30595262
Glim a shit

>>30577576
It's okay senpai. I'll be waiting. I still have to write my Glimmer story... guess why. I accidently threw away my entire USB

So yeah it sucks. I tried to start to rewrite it but like what happened to you it just isn't working out. And I've also turned to vidya... I recently bought a PS3. Holy crap I've been missing out these past 10 years in gaming.

I have a new idea for a different story also... I'm trying to not get distracted by it since it's once again Shimmer/GlimmerSparkle related... what is it with me and powerful unicorns...

>>30600348
>what is it with me and powerful unicorns...
Your lack of masculinity causes you to lean more towards domineering, powerful female characters since you like the idea of them protecting you as a sort of mother-figure that you can fuck?

>>30600729
Everything about that is wrong actually. I only love magically powerful unicorns. I don't care for ponies like Maud or Applejack for their strength traits nor do I want protection or anything, that seems silly. It's difficult to describe.

>>30600943
You realize "powerful unicorns" can still be domineering right? You're talking like only physically strong characters are capable of having that personality trait.

>>30601165
Almost anyone can really. All it takes is someone more passive.

>>30596165
I wish to eat out fluttershy's ponut

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