>What is Flutterrape?
Flutterrape is a collection of stories about ponies trying to have sex with Anon, the only human in Equestria. While the title implies that it is Fluttershy trying to rape Anon, others may follow in her hoofsteps and attempt their own versions of >rape. There are different versions of Flutterrape, but most are lighthearted stories about the ponies failing in their comical attempts to get into Anon’s pants. Just because your story has Anon in it, doesn't mean it fits in this thread. Check other threads (Pie, AiE, etc) about story content before posting.
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>How do I start writing?
Writing these stories is very easy. Write in the second person and preface your lines with ‘>’. This is what turns normal text into greentext.
Writing Guides:
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>>27755425
For the fantastic amount of work Flutterpriest put in last thread, I say the best way to thank him is through green.
Requests anybody?
>>27755467
Psychological manipulation on Anons part to stop her, ends up on some other pony like the Bats! episode
>>27755467
Cadance purposely uses a spell to brainwash herself to love Anon almost unconditionally, purely so she can have full deniability of her actions!
Yeeeah, work that grill baby.
>>27755467
Fluttershy tries to guess Anon's Fetish by playing 20 Questions.
>Day one in Equestria.
>You are known as Anon by day, and something else at night…
>You are THE LAW.
>The only thing putting an end to all evil across Earth.
>Currently, however, you are lost in the woods.
“I just know that there is going to be something sinister at the end of this!”
>That was a lie, there probably is not anything evil-like anywhere near City City Crime City Crime City.
>That place got the hero it did not want, nor deserve.
>You stop walking and look down at your super cool super suit; which totally was not just a stolen SWAT uniform with the patches ripped off and a hood instead of a helmet.
>After a long sigh, you continue your lengthy journey to find crime.
“What’s the point anymore? I’ve punched the evil out of everyone for miles.”
>”Help! Help me!”
>You gasp as you hear the screams of the perfectly timed damsel in this dress.
>I mean distress.
>You take a brief moment of getting your voice into it’s gruff, hero-like tone.
“I am- I-I am THE- I AM-!”
>You cough for a moment.
“I AM THE LAW!”
>Your legs move on instinct as you break into a sprint in the general direction of the call for help.
>After jumping through a large bush, you come into a clearing populated by some retarded looking creatures to say the least.
>You’re eyes lock onto a small yellow horse with it’s back to a tree, surrounded by stereotypical, equine muggers.
>”Yo yo, bitch! Give up da cash-money!”
>The closest criminal yelled in her face before he began to swing his shiv around.
>”Haha! Ahah HA!”
Cont.?
>>27756067
Give this thread the green it deserves, Anon.
>In this current situation, most people would have promptly committed suicide, but not you.
>You cracked your manly knuckles and went to work.
“STOP IN THE NAME OF ME!”
>The sudden catchphrase caught the evil-doers off guard, causing them to all yelp in surprise and spin around to face you.
>”Aw shieeet! Drop dat mufugga!”
>The one currently holding the shiv commanded as he backed away whilst his gang of four slowly approached you.
>Not one of them stood up straight like a law-abiding citizen.
“You all are about to learn the true meaning of me!”
>The scumbags took this as a threat, just as you planned.
>As one to your left lunged at you, another one to your right did the same.
>Now, you could have done some super cool, crime fighting moves; but you decided to save your energy and punch them both in the face at the same time.
>Just as the two hit the ground unconscious, another one pounced for your mid-section.
>He would have succeeded in his devious plot to tackle you, but you put an end to it with a quick punch to the throat mid-air.
>The last one put his hooves to the sky with a whimper.
>”Aw damn! I give up, senpai!”
>Your leg swings forward and connects with his balls.
“Use proper english!”
>You lean down close to the crying stallion’s ear.
“Faggot.”
>”Yo yo, piggy!”
>What the fuck did he just fucking say about you?
>You look over to the leader to find him with the cute little yellow pony in one forearm and his weapon in the other.
>”Give up! Or dis lil bitch gon get her’s!”
>He pressed the homemade blade up against the poor girl’s throat… Only for it to snap in half…
>”...”
“...”
>”Shieeeeeeeeeet…”
>You quickly close the distance between you and the criminal and give him a very, VERY HARD bitch slap.
>As the fiend falls to the ground, you turn your attention to the small mare.
>You stare deep into those cute little cyan eyes of her’s and nod.
“Justice… Has been served.”
>”I just came.”
>Oh.
2/?
>>27756424
>senpai
What the fuck, I didn't write that.
>>27756451
Seriously, I might complain to someone at google about this. Why the shit did "senpai" become "senpai?"
>>27756467
>"senpai" become "senpai?"
Oh... It's a 4chan thing, huh?
>>27756479
You must be new here fąm
>>27756773
Nah, just never use that word.
>>27756424
>You look around for a moment before your eyes land on the pony again.
>She is still staring at you like you are a god or something.
“... Uh, as you were.”
>You give her another nod then begin to walk away.
>”W-Wait!”
>What in the name of Justice is it now?
“Yes, citizen?”
>”C-Could you please w-walk me back to my house, Mr…?”
“THE LAW!”
>She flinches at your volume, but smiles and acts like it did not bother her.
“Well, citizen. Assuming these woods are filled with dangerous criminals, it is my duty.”
>You inhale sharply.
“AS THE LAAAWWWWWWWWWW!!!”
>Multiple flocks of birds flee from their trees and fly into the distance.
>The pony mutters something about having to take care of orphans and that monkey dick is better be worth-
“What did you say?”
>”Oh, uh… I’m Fluttershy…”
>She looks up at you again and begins to trot into the thick forest.
>”My house is just a few minutes this way, is that okay?”
“No problem, citizen.”
>”Oh, wonderful! Follow me, please!”
>The anon in you wants to just walk the opposite direction, but he was not in control right now.
>You swore that you would always fight crime at night; even if it cost you your job and friends.
>You jog up to Fluttershy’s side and assume her calm pace.
“So, Fluttershee.”
>”Erm, it’s Fluttershy…”
“Sorry, Futterguy
>”F-Fluttershy…”
“Footerhigh.”
>”Fluttershy!”
“Fuck her pie?”
>”Are you doing this on purpose?”
“... Kinda…”
3/?
The Lone Cabin - http://pastebin.com/P2r4vZab
>It’s the next morning.
>Fluttershy untied you from the pole, but you still have the rope wrapped around your wrists.
>No chance that you can go for the door; that is, IF you can make it that far before she does something heinous to stop you from escaping.
>You can’t leave, not until the moment is right.
>She’s digging through her backpack, looking for what appears to be the novel that you were reading in English class.
“How did you know?”
>”When you were knocked out, I copied down your schedule so that I could help you with your studies.”
“I don’t need help.”
>You and Fluttershy look at each other before eying your wrists.
>”As long that you’re here, I’m going to help you with your work.”
“So you plan on stopping by my teachers and asking for the assignments that I need?”
>”I don’t need to. They post everything now on the school's website.”
>Fuck you, technology.
>”We can get today’s work done within a few hours and just talk for awhile.”
>She takes out a textbook.
>”Time to study, Anon.”
>Fluttershy hold it out, expecting you to take it.
“Like I said before -- this is degrading.”
>She jams it into the palms of your hands.
>”Just open your book and go to page 43.”
>>27757275
>The young mare groaned at your poor sense of humor.
>But, like last time, she just began to beam up at you.
>”Mr. Law, could you just talk to me instead?”
“I suppose.”
>”Great! So, uh, what do you look for in a mare?”
>Oh.
>”It’s just that I- uh… I have a friend who really likes you!”
“You and those scumbags back there are the only talking ponies I’ve ever met.”
>”Oh… Uh, well… One of them was my friend?”
“Are you saying that you associate yourself with criminals?”
>”NO! Uh… I really like you mane?”
>You reach up and feel your hooded head.
“Oh… Okay.”
>The rest of the walk was quiet.
>Honestly, the only thing you can focus on is Justice.
>After a few more branches are pushed out of the way, you see the back of a little cottage with animals sleeping literally everywhere.
>You knew what that place probably smelt like.
>”Would you care to join me for snack, Mr. Law?”
>Aw, what the hell; you are hungry.
“Sure, what’re we having?”
>”Me~.”
>Get outta there faggot.
“Sorry, kiddo, but I have to go stop more crime before the sun comes up!”
>You run around to the front of her house and begin sprinting down the dirt trail leading to town.
>”Wait! You can eat my ass if that’s what you like!”
>Oh.
>As you close in on the town, you see the horizon begin to give birth to the sun.
>You can fight more crime tomorrow night, but for now you must rest.
4/4
I'll continue THE LAW's story later. For now, I must rest.
>>27755486
>>27755488
>>27755838
I'll get right on these boys.In like, a couple hours
>>27755467
The ponies can't figure out Anon's gender (either they're ignorant of human secondary sexual characteristics, or they're dealing with a real Androgynon). Trying to avoid the social faux pas of directly asking "are you a boy or a girl?", the ponies attempt increasingly hilarious ploys to get Anon to give them hints, but they all backfire with ambiguous results.
Meanwhile, Fluttershy just wants to get into Anon's pants, regardless of what she may find in there.
>>27758008
This. It sounds goddamn hilarious.
>pic unrelated
Bump from page 9
>>27758616
I want a green text about that pic you used.
>>27755486
Coming right up, cutie.
>Day hypnosis in Equestria.
>You are Anon.
>Currently residing in Twilight's grand library.
>Stupid castle and it's seemingly endless corridors.
>Anyways, you're scrounging for a book.
>A book that will finally end the repetitious chore you deal with everyday.
>Her.
>"Looking for a book, Anon?"
>A familiar voice rips you from your monologue.
>Twilight's voice almost makes you jump.
"Uh, I'm looking for a book about..."
>Fuck, this may sound bad.
"I'm looking for a book about hypnosis, you know anything good, er, informative?"
>Twilight's smile didn't dim, though a look of confusion did cross her face.
>"You want a spell book? I thought humans weren't magical, right?"
"That's right. I just need it for..."
>"I-is hypnosis your fetish, Anon?"
>...
>Well, at least now you don't have to answer Twilight's question.
"Hello to you too, Fluttershy, and n-"
>Wait.
>This could work.
"Congratulations Fluttershy. You finally got me. Hypnosis is my fetish."
>Her eyes widen in a mix of shock, surprise, and elation.
>"Twilight, do you have any books on hypnosis?"
>Twilight now looks very confused.
>"Um... did you just ask Anon what his fet-"
"Oh no Flutts, you got me all wrong."
"My fetish is hypnotizing people, or in this case..."
>You lean in to her ear.
>Time to seal the deal.
"You~."
>A fine mist of sexual horse pheromones fill the room.
>AKA: Fluttershy just totally squirted on Twilight's carpeted library floor.
>Twilight's face is hard to read at this point.
>The only thing you're picking up is unbridled rage.
>Huh.
Cont.
>>27759548
>Twilight quickly magicked the two of you out of her castle, yelling Spike's name.
>Lel.
>Luckily for you, you got your book.
>The old tome is titled 'Hypnosis for Fags.'
>Fits the ticket.
"Alright Flutterbutt, we should head back to my place."
>A squee is your response.
>Today is gonna be a good day.
>Today is a bad day.
>You are Anon.
>The hypnosis...
>"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
>While chanting, a bat flew into the room and tripped up you rhyme, causing you to say "bat" instead of "fuck off forever you crazy rapist."
>"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
>You could leave her like this, but the thought of a bat Fluttershy stalking you is a bad thought.
>She is also flying around the room while screaming, knocking your shit over.
>Your ears may be bleeding at this point too.
>You need to try again.
>Attempt number two has also failed.
>Fluttershy now believes she is a stallion.
>You have been overpowered.
>Luckily, a vase Flutterbat had knocked over was near you.
>Fluttermale is now unconscious.
>And bleeding.
>Trial and error.
>Attempt number five.
>The book suggests reading the original hypnotic phrase backwards to make Fluttershy act opposite of her usual self.
>You see no possible way for this to turn out wrong.
>"A-anon...?"
>Time to see if it worked.
"Yes, Fluttershy?"
>"What the buck am I doing in your house? I bucking hate you!"
>You jump from your chair a do a victory dance, but Fluttershy quickly kicks your shin.
"Hey! What the fuck?!"
>Fluttershy gives a triumphant smile.
>"Whoops, sorry fag."
>"If you'll excuse me, I'm off to report you to the authorities for kidnap, and to beat up some small defenseless animals, enjoy incarceration, dick."
>She walks out of your home with her nose to the sky, purposefully knocking into ponies.
"What a bitch."
>...
>Fuck that's hot.
Fin.One down, three more to go.
>>27755488
>Day nefarious in Equestria.
>You are princess Cadence.
>Below the Crystal Empire lies a labyrinthian series of catacombs.
>Among these catacombs is a room.
>You trot briskly through the seemingly maze-like halls of the underground, searching for said room.
>This room's importance to the average citizen: meaningless.
>To the average potion brewing medicine mare: intresting, but outdated.
>To you?
>To you, it is priceless, for it shall bring you to your love.
>Your true love.
>All you have to do is find the room, and brew the potion.
>You must have full deniability, for the security of the Empire.
>It's of grave importance.
>Day ribosomes in Equestria.
>You are Anon.
>Coffee is also done brewing.
>You stare at the stuff slowly drip from your Magic Mocha Maker(tm) with glazed eyes, repeatedly focusing and unfocusing.
>Addiction is a bitch, but damn is that coffee good.
>Imported straight from Canterlot.
>The princesses drink this stu-
>There's a knock at your door.
"Come Fluttershy, you know not to knock until after I've had my-"
>Your door is smashed.
>Princess Cadence walks in.
>Walk is a bad word to describe it.
>It's more like a tackle while flying while running.
>Very graceful, yet deadly.
>Especially deadly, because she barreled in, careening directly into your face.
>You are now on the pinned on the floor, the princess of The Crystal Empire all up in your grill.
>"HI ANON!"
>That phrase instantly gave you a bit of a migraine, and you don't know why.
"H-hello princess, I-I'm not getting arrested, am I?"
>"Why would you be getting arrested silly?"
"Uh, no reason."
>Cadence glows triumphantly.
>"Besides, not like I'd let any copper ever even THINK about arresting MY Anonymous, right love?"
"Uh, run that by me again?"
>"I'll never let a police pony arrest you?"
"Sweet- the other part, I mean."
>"My love for you is eternal and you are my sole purpose in life, for without you, suicide would be my only reasonable option?"
>Oh fuck you're in deep.
Cont.
>>27759982
"Y-you didn't say that before."
>Her happy smile still radiates joy.
>"Well, I've said is true, Anonymous, I, Princess Mi Amore Cadenza of the Crystal Empire, love you to the moon and back!"
>Where is Fluttershy when you need her?
>Actually, she may be able to make things worse, nevermind.
>"A-anonymous? What happened to your door?"
>Fuck.
>"Also, is inflation your fetish, because I brought this air pump with me if it is."
>Cadence's previous smile is replaced with a look only a Yandere could make.
>"Honey~..."
>That voice is dipped in a lot of honey and a lot of poison.
>No pun intended.
>"Who is this mare~...?"
"That is-"
>"I'm Anon's wife. Who are you... oh! Aren't you miss-"
>Both of these ponies know each other, what the fuck are they doing?
>Fluttershy has also adopted a look on her face only a Yandere could produce.
"She is not my wife."
>Cadence stares into your eyes.
>"I know she isn't dear, I'M your wife, right?"
>You'd rather be diffusing a bomb right now.
>"MRS. Mi Amore Cadenza, that's you name right? I do believe you already have a husband, MR. Shining Armor, correct?"
>Fluttershy sounds like a completely different mare.
>Very vindictive and accusing undertones, wrapped in venously sweet words.
>Why can't humans teleport?
>"Shining Armor? That was just a fling, Anon is my true knight in shining armor, RIGHT dear?"
"Uhhhhhhhhh."
>>27759996
"And that is why both of my legs are broken and my house got burned down."
>Twilight has a confused look on her face.
>"But Cadence claimed she was put under a love spell in the Crystal Empire by a "tall and handsome monkey in robes," and that sounds awfully similar to you."
"When would I have been able to go to the Empire?"
>"Whatever the case, by Celestia's decree, you've been sentenced to five months house arrest."
"My house was burned down- by Cadence, might I add!"
>"You should be glad, any crime personally involving a princess is almost always death. You got off lucky because you are the only one of your species,"
>"and I know your house was destroyed, which also destroyed potential evidence, so you'll be staying with Fluttershy."
>...
"Fuck that."
>"What are you gonna do? Run?"
>You look down at your crippled lower torso, then back up at Twilight's smug face.
>That stupid fucking face.
"Fuck."
The end.
>>27760015
>>27759548
>>27759560
Thank you not what I expected but no less amazing
>>27759982
>>27759996
>>27760015
You are a comedic genius my friend you should start namefagging this shit
>>27755838
>"A-are door knobs you fetish?"
>Day 20 questions in Equestria.
"No."
>You are Anon.
>Ready to slam the door and continue your day as usual, Fluttershy stops you.
>"W-wait!"
>You slowly open the door once more, groaning.
"What?"
>Fluttershy looks into your eyes and you look back into hers.
>"I-I have to be honest here Anon, this system we've, um, set up, is very bad, if you don't mind me saying."
>You lean against the door, listening.
>Finally, a conversation with her that isn't about your fetish or bunnies.
>Well, this is still technically about your fetish.
"I don't mind you saying that, and I agree, we should just stop it entirely."
>"Yes! Oh, I-I'm so glad you're seeing it my way!"
>Hang on.
>Wat.
"Y-you're serious?"
>"Yes, I am tired of guessing your fetish like this, it wastes both of our time everyday."
>Wow, this is fantastic!
>Maybe you can finally try being happy and smiling again!
>You haven't done that in years!
"I completely agree!"
>"Y-you Pinkie promise?"
"Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye, fuck yeah!"
>"So, I think we should play 20 questions and I'll try to guess your fetish everyday until I get it and we get married and..."
>Fluttershy goes on blabbering about the boundless love and completeness you share.
>So much for that good mood you were just in.
>"N-not as perfect as you, that is..."
>She leans in for a kiss.
>She ends up kissing your knee.
>Thinking this is good, she puts her head into your pantleg, presumably trying to reach your hot monkey dick.
"I thought you wanted to just stop the fetish guessing entirely."
"Also, get out of my pants."
>She does so.
>"W-why would I want to stop the guesses? You won't fall in love with me if I do that, silly."
>You facepalm.
>Walking into another deal without knowing the full story.
Cont.
>>27760648
>This is just like that time your
long-lost Nigerian prince cousin emailed you asking for your bank account.
>Fucking Kumba, god that guy is an asshole.
"In that case, I take it back, no 20 questions!"
>Pinkie pops from your rose garden, destroying half of them.
"WHAT THE FUCK PINKIE!? MY ROSES!"
>"You can't break a Pinkie promise silly!"
>Her cheerful demeanor melts away, if only for a second.
>"Just try it."
>And with that, she dives back into your rose garden, destroying the other half.
"..."
>"I-I'll be inside when you're ready to start."
>"So... does your fetish involve socks?"
>You sit on your couch, sighing.
"Yes."
>"O-oh okay, do I win?"
"No. I have many fetishes and twenty questions has to have a main thought or idea to be the answer, my fetish is many things."
>Fluttershy looks confused.
>"Well, t-then just think of the fetish that turns you on the most."
"Fine, and you do realize that even if you guess my fetish correctly, I won't fall in love with you."
>"I k-know that mister, but it'll be a huge a-advantage."
>She hovers up towards you ear.
>"I'll do it everyday until you finally come to your senses, and come to momma~."
>You wiggle in your seat ever so slightly
>L-lewd~
>"Alright, is it s-sexual?"
"Of course, that is two questions."
>"Is it... involve big things?"
"... M-maybe."
>Fluttershy gains a little smile.
>Oh fuck.
>"Are giantesses your fetish?"
"Not the main fetish, but... yes."
>"I'll keep that in mind~."
>Twenty questions continued until the end.
>This was an awful idea, not only did she learn about 7 of your fetishes, now she knows how much of a perv you are.
>Not like she is any better than you are, but still.
>So now, you sit on your couch, grumpy.
>Arms folded.
>Occasional grunt of anger.
>Scrunched face.
>Big frown.
>You're fucking grumpy.
>>27760670
>The next day, Fluttershy came to your door with striped knees socks, a horsecock with a vagina under the balls, lots of rope, scented candles, and a few other of your fetishes you'd rather not mention.
>Oh yeah, and she was also now fifty feet tall.
>Needless to say, you had to play twenty questions outside today.
>You also had to hide your raging erection the whole time.
>Fucking futa giantesses.
>Fucking twenty questions.
>Fucking Fluttershy.
The end.
>>27760625
I'm glad you think so friend.
I have a pastebin, but it is full of my previous oneshots and one unfinished story I'm trying to make huge.
http://pastebin.com/u/Hipparion
>>27758008
I'll get onto your prompt after I eat friend.Unless someone is already in the process of making it.
>>27760687
Kek.
I liked it. Good job Hipparion
>>27758008
Oh, and I should mention: Anon is male.
The ponies don't know that.
>Day androgyonous in Equestria.
>You are Anon.
>100% grade A pure man!
>You're so manly, all the mares and stallions seem to walk on eggshells when they are talking to you.
>Probably because you intimidate them so much.
>You kick your door open, revealing yourself to the world.
"Hello world! Woooo!"
>You feel so alive today!
>"Hello world~! Wooo~!"
"Ah just don't get it. How can it be so dang hard to find out what Anon's gender is?"
>You are Applejack.
>Currently stationed in a bush just beyond Anon's property.
>Your best friends are with you too.
>Twilight is flipping through one of the five books she brought on the sexes and everything about them.
>Rarity watches Anon through some posh binoculars, mainly just eying it's exquisitely groomed eyebrows and it's impressively knitted kilt, which she designed.
>Anon said he 'always wanted to dress up like a Scott.'
>Pinkie chats with Rainbowdash, neither of them really care.
>Fluttershy is nowhere to be found.
"Hey Rarity, when ya made Anon that skirt-"
>"Ah! It is NOT a 'skirt' Applejack, it is a kilt! No respect for culture, hmph!"
"Ugh, when ya made Anon that kilt, did... did it tell you any history about it? Like, if only a certain gender wore it?"
>Raritt taps the binoculars to her chin in thought.
>"Hm, Anon said both genders wore kilts."
>You facehoof.
>Anon has been here for almost a year now and it seems everyone has avoided addressing Anon's gender in some way or another.
"Twilight? Ya got anything in there?"
>A few strands of her mane stand on edge, bags under her eyes.
>She glares at you for stopping her reading, and you quickly look away.
>This... Anon is an enigma.
"Girls! Anon is on the move!"
>"Can't we figure out Anon's gender someother time? I have stunts to practice!"
"Shut it Rainbow, Anon's our friend and he deserves ta be addressed so!"
>"Fine! Why don't I just go and ask Anon then?"
>And with that, she is off.
Cont.
>>27761515
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lKXbqsPhWJQ
>>27761515
>You are Anon.
>Happily strolling through Ponyville, waving and recieving waves.
>Today is a nice day.
>What could make this day even better?
>The thought makes you so giddy with excitement you just have to say it.
"SPA DAY!!!"
>You shout to the nearest mare and you hop from leg to leg giddily.
>"T-that is wonderful, Anon!"
"I know right? They are so delicate there!"
>"Right right, so, do you want some pears, Mist-"
>At that moment, time stood still for the pear selling mare.
>You are the pear selling mare.
>You are so fucked.
>Did you really just begin to utter 'mister?'
>What if Anon was actually a mare this whole time?
>Okay, you can salvage this, think think THINK!
>WHY ARE YOU NOT THINKING?
>"Mist- MIST IS GOOD FOR YOUR SKIN!"
>You are Anon.
"Really? That must be why the suana is so effective mist and steam are kinda the same thing, right?"
>The pear selling mare seems to have broken into a sweat jist by standing here.
>Hot day, you suppose.
>"Oooh... yes, yeah they are the saame thing... probably. Wooh..."
"You alright Miss? You're panting?"
>The mare looks back to you.
>"Oh! U-uh, actually not alright at all! I'm going to die soon! I-I have h-horse... cancer. I have horse cancer and I need to get to the hospital! Bye Anon."
>With that, she quickly packs up her pear stand and gallops away.
>How strange.
>Oh well.
>You are Rainbowdash, fastest thing alive, sex-getter of Ponyville, and soon...
>You'll be the mare you uncovered Anon's gender.
>All you gotta do now is track the... being down and confront... it.
>You're getting tired of having to pause and thing of something neutral whenever you speak about Anon.
>Can't twilight just make a gender-checker spell or something?
>Lazy, gassy pony.
>You take to the clouds, searching for the green creature with a bird's eye view.
>After a few seconds so searching (so fast) you spot it.
>It's heading towards the Spa!
>Aha! Only mares go to the Spa!
>Wait...
>Dang, stallions also go to the Spa.
Cont.
>>27760015
When I read greens like this one I always imagine anon just hitting fuck it and becoming a villain or something.
>>27761677
>"Hiya Anon!"
"Hello Applejack and company, are you heading to the Spa too?"
>They all look at eachother.
>"U-uh o'course! Ya wanna tag along?"
"Sure thing!"
>"Yo Anon! Wait up, I gotta ask you something!"
>Applejack looks shocked and flustered.
>"D-dontcha worry nun about Rainbow, she probably just wants to show ya a new trick or somthing-"
"That sounds fun-"
>"O-oh no darling, Spa first, right girls?"
>"HEY ANON! ARE YOU A B-"
>Rainbowdash's mouth suddenly disappears.
>"Oh no! Sudden mouth disappearance disorder! Happens to the best of us."
"Her mouth will come back, r-right Twilight?"
>Twilight steps infront of Rainbowdash's attempt at cherades and continues speaking.
>"Oh yeah, it is nothing deadly, it'll poof back in about... maybe three hours?"
>"MMMMFFFPHHHHT?"
>"Shush now Rainbow, the more you try to talk, the longer it takes your mouth to come back."
>An odd silence fills the group.
"So... Spa?"
>"Spa." They all say in unison.
>You are Fluttershy.
>You watch your friends from a bush.
>Hot damn, that Anonymous sure is a sexy monkey.
>Time for rape.
>You are Twilight.
>You stealthly signal to your fellow pony mares to let Anon take the lead.
>You stealthlty whisper.
"I have a plan."
>"Oh yeah? What is it sugarcube?"
"We take Anon to the sauna and see how it puts the towel on."
"If Anon puts the towel around it's waist, Anon must be a stallion, right?"
"If Anon puts the towel where it said human breasts are, Anon must be a mare, it's foolproof."
>Amongst your whispering, Pinkie decides she must throw her two cents in.
>"That is a good plan Twilight! Anon will never expect it!"
>Fucking Pinkie.
"Never expect what?"
>"Twilight is gonna surprise you by taking you to the sauna!"
>"Oh! How lovely!"
>...
>Well, okay then.
"Sauna it is then!"
>You are Twilight still.
>"Hey Twi."
"Yes."
>"Do you know what human breasts look like?"
"No."
>"Shoot."
>Anon has fallen asleep in the sauna with you all.
Cont.
>>27761793
Villians can't do much with broken legs, but I see where you're coming from.
>>27761162
Thanks Flutterfriend.
>>27761852
>The oppertunity you have dawns on you.
"Rarity, you're very light on your hooves, right?"
>Rarity gives you a queer look.
>"I suppose so, may I ask why you ask?"
"I want you.."
>You give yourself a moment you let the throught run through your head one more time.
"I want you to very slowly, very quietly, crawl on the floor and look up Anon's towel."
>...
>The only sound that can be heard are the hot coals still sizzling from the cool water.
"Rarit-"
>"I'll do it, just..."
>"Just give me a second please dear."
>You and Applejack exchange brief glances of worry.
>"Okay..." Rarity quietly mumbles to hearself.
>She slowly lowers herself to the wooden floor of the sauna.
>The tension is more palpable then the steam at this point, and the bullets of sweat dripping from everyone's face are most certainly not from the heat.
>Inch by inch, Rarity maneuvers across the small room.
>It feels like an eternity, and she isn't even half way yet.
>This room cannot be wider than 20 feet, yet it feels like an endless labyrinth.
>You feel guitly for making Rarity do this, but it is for the ponies of Equestria.
>If we don't do this, who wi-
>Holy fuck Anon just moved.
>Rarity shakes uncontrollably on the floor, as if she was getting hypothermia.
>Despite the heat, you know she feels well below freezing.
>You do too.
>Applejack shivers in her bathroom.
>As quietly as you can, you slowly whisper.
"It is okay, you're so close Rarity."
>You sounded as small as a mouse, but it still made both Applejack and Rarity jump a bit.
>Speaking of Applejack, she hides her eyes behind her hooves.
>Rarity has now reached Anonymous' feet.
>She gets inbetween the two, and slowly,
>ever so slowly.
>She looks up.
>Her eyes widen.
>The sauna door opens.
>Rarity teleports out of the sauna.
"CELESTIA DAMN IT!"
>Applejack looks pissed too.
>"What's the big ide- Fluttershy?"
Cont.
>>27761985
>Applejack shivers in her bathroom.
>shivers in her bathroom.
>in her bathroom.
>her bathroom.
>bathroom.
Don't stop, anon.
>>27761985
>Fluttershy opened the door?
>Where has she been this whole time?!
>Unbelievable.
>She's one of you best friends, but still.
>You're peeved beyond belief.
>Anon wakes up with a very feminine snore.
>"Uggh, hello?"
>"H-hi Anonymous."
>Fluttershy wastes no time in-
>Uh.
>Woah.
>Okay.
>Applejack has just walked out.
>It's about time you do so too.
>Well, at least now you know Anon is a stallion.
>Though, he screams for help like a filly.
The end.And that is that boys and girls. I thought I did really bad with the beginning of this one, but I really like the ending. This has probably been one of my favorite stories to write, thank you Anon for suggesting it, I love you cutie.
>>27762016
Listen and listen well Anon, if any writer tells you to proofread your work befors haphazardly posting it, tell them to go fuck themselves.
That is my tip of the day.I really need to start proofreading, hope you enjoyed.
>>27761793
That gives me an idea...
>Anon goes rogue, becomes a supervillain.
>Fluttershy becomes an archnemesis superhero
>Their fights always end up with massive collateral damage.
>The citizens just want the two to fuck and get it over with.
>As a result, some of them become Fluttershy's right hand ponies in superheroism.
>Each has a different genre of fetish, and together they form the R.A.P.E Team.
R.A.P.E. Team, roll out!
It'd be interesting to see various oneshots of this, maybe even a longer story or two.
>>27762187
Writefags, roll out!
>>27762187
I... I kinda want to read that.
>>27757346
need more
>>27762187
I would say sidekicks include:
Lyra, because human fetish.
Trixie for domination in which she acts like the dom, but wants nothing more than to be a sub, but doesn't want to say that and just for once wants someone to realise she wants someone to over-dom her dom and just fucking take her.
And of course... Braeburn. For gay.
>>27762187
>>27762545
This actually sounds more like the series premiere except with the elements of fetish or some shit
>pic related being the end after "reformation"
Bymp
>>27761985
>Villians can't do much with broken legs;_;
>>27761793
One of the old guard wrote a story about a mad scientist Anon (with Fluttershy as his lovely assistant). I think they ended up nuking Ponyville or some such.
Whoa, way too close to the end of page 10 there.
Scratchy bump
Is the pastebin anon still alive?
Because I want into the secret club.
>>27765792
Those pastebins haven't been updated since 2013.
That said, if whoever is owning the general's pastebin is in the threas, please update the requests bin too.
>>27765839
You mean the pastebin full of writers?
Im pretty sure it was updated like, last year or so. I mean I was added semi-recently...
... Did I time travel?...
>>27765792
>>27765839
>>27766296
Are we all talking anout the same thing?
I don't think we are.
>>27763896
THEY CALLED ME MR. GLASS
ALSO NEBULUS IS STILL A FAG AND A CATAMITE WITH A PENIS SMALLER THAN BONBON'S GLORIOUS WINKING CLIT.
>>27766470
>And that is why Nebulus decided to track down everyone in the Flutterrape thread and kill them all.
>>27766470
JC, why don't you write Bon Bon shorts like you usually do?Also, when the fuck is the next part of your derpy story?
What a cute face, hope you don't mind if I bump all over it.
BEING A QUICK PRAYER FOR THE UNBUMPED THREAD
>HAIL BONBON, MAKER OF SWEETS AND TRIBBER OF JEWNICORNS
>BLESSED IS SHE AMONG PONIES
>THY THIGHS BE STRONG
>THY THREAD BE BUMPED
>ON EARTH AS IT IS IN PONYVILLE
>GIVE US THIS DAY OUR DAILY RAPE
>AND BID IS LIE DOWN BESIDE THE BOUND HUMAN
>WITH HOT MONKEY DICK AND BALL GAGS FOR ALL
>AMEN
>>27766810
This
>>27761793
Evil Anon:
>Day you don’t even care anymore in Equestria.
>You are Anon.
>You are currently in the process of waking up.
>As you begin to slide out of bed, you realize something.
>Today is another day.
>Today is another day where the yellow menace will knock on your door and try to guess your fetish.
>Today is another day where it will be something horrible.
>You remember when it was so simple.
>She knocked on your door during breakfast.
>You answered said door.
>She would have socks on, or panties, or maybe some kind of costume.
>You would slam the door shut and eat your soggy bowl of cereal.
“Those were the days.”
>You get back into a sleeping position, wondering if you should just do nothing today.
>But that will not stop her.
>As her guesses got more extreme, so did she.
>The last time you did not answer the door, she set your house on fire and came in dressed like a firepony.
>”Is being rescued from a burning building your fetish?”
>The words stuck in your head.
“And even then, nobody believed me.”
>Why would they?
>Fluttershy only acted the way she did in the mornings… Well, in the mornings.
>When it was just you and her.
>Everywhere else she acted like she had a small crush on you.
>Making all the ponies in town think you were a liar, and she was just cute…
1/?
>>27768283
>You wait a little while longer before you feel that horrible feeling inside you get when you do not complete the triple S in time.
>With a groan, you get out of bed and begin your routine.
>After everything is done and you begin to make your usual meal of cereal and coffee, you hear the three soft knocks.
>Of course lying in bed longer would put you behind schedule
>Now you have to deal with this WITHOUT half a cup of coffee in you.
>You practically drag yourself to the door as another three knocks come.
>As you reach for the doorknob, you hesitate.
>Seriously, you fucking take a few steps back.
>”Is castration your fetish?”
>You remembered yesterday’s guess and how you narrowly avoided losing your fun sack.
>”Anon! Are you there!?”
>Her voice seemed a little worried, which caused you to panic.
>You cannot afford another window being broken.
>You pull your door open and look down at the small mare.
>Regret fills you instantly.
>”Good morning, Anon!”
>She raises a wooden baseball bat in the air.
>”Are concussions your fetish?”
“FUCK!”
>You do not even bother with the door as you spin around and take off for your backdoor.
>”Anon! Wait! Don’t KNOCK it ‘till you’ve tried it!”
>Her puns are worse than the pain you felt as the bat connected with the back of your head.
>You almost immediately lose consciousness as the darkness takes you away.
2/?
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>>27757346
It is, but I prefer to have her happy.
>>27762289
You'll get it. So sorry for leaving it there.
>>27768804
Hello darkness my old friend, is it rape time again...
I don't exactly know how to word this.
Out of boredom I wrote a story and it's thread died.
http://pastebin.com/X2xEVrxp
Read it or don't, I'm finishing this.
>>27769361
Finish it friend, you have our blessing.
It has been a while since I've seen a young Anon story.
In fact... I think Stumbleine was the first and last time I saw a young Anon.
Go forth and write, writefriend.
>>27769446
Did you ever read "Then and Now"? That was some quality young Anon for a while.
>>27769574
Slipped the mind, but indeed I did read that.
Great story, he even made an extra chapter just for shits and giggles.
Thesus is a good man.
>>27769821
There was also Cog's Young Love, though the quality was dubious at best.
>>27769843
>tfw you completely forgot about Cog.
Oh man.
Cleverdick too...
Why must they die?
>>27770151
Let's be real, in Cog's case it was for the best.
>>27769361
Please do.
It reminds me of the Nightlight story.
>>27769134
can't wait
any spitfire stories?
>>27772534
You know what? I don't think I've ever seen one.
I do know a good Fleetfoot one is out there, forget who wrote it though.
I'll check around.
>>27772534
Nnnnnot to my knowledge, though there's a Fleetfoot one.
Can't say for certain, but I think that's the only Wonderbolt story we have.
>>27772860
>I do know a good Fleetfoot one is out there, forget who wrote it though.
I here.
http://pastebin.com/aiLRJ9GQ
>>27772860
>>27772534
Found it, one of Brownee's best.
It is Fleetfoot though, sorry if you didn't want that.
http://pastebin.com/aiLRJ9GQ
>>27772860
>>27772873
>>27772885
>>27772890
Kek, good hivemind
>>27772885
I just remembered I started colouring this image and got about 3/4 of the way done.
I might finish that right now...
>>27772885
>>27772921
And I completely forgot how to use that program...
Fuck it, I don't care, I was colouring a sketch of sorts anyway.
>>27773431
Little rough around the edges, I'm guessing because you coloured the outlines of it. No shading either.
Still good though. I like the sky background. And I think her cutie mark is the wrong design.
It's nice. Good pic for that story.
>>27762031
I don't know... in my opinion, this prompt feels like one you could have kept rolling... like Anon wearing some sort of undergarment, and thus furthering their frustration.
I don't like being critical, but it felt like you rushed the end there.
>>27773997
>I'm guessing because you coloured the outlines of it.
Yeah, not sure why I bothered doing that for a sketch, especially if I wasn't gonna do it properly (cause I forgot how).
Looks better with black anyway, so whatever.
Im not artist or colourist... I'm a lousy writer!
>>27775133
>>27774987
I see what you're saying, but wearing clothes into a sauna would be kinda odd.
If may come back to this story eventually and make it longer, I want to do that with all my stories.
Thanks for the criticism friend.
>>27775133But a great writer.
>>27772860
>>27772873
>>27772885
>>27772890
Admittedly I was slightly disappointed upon hearing of no Spitfire, but Fleetfoot is actually a good substitute.
And that story was better than I would've hoped to, so I'm happy. Thanks all.
How are we supposed to get the get without a thread?
GOT THE GET FOR FLUTTERRAPE
>>27777771
Everybody point and laugh.
>>27777771
>>27777777
>>27777771
Will we ever get a get? Fuck
>>27780911
Hey, you got doubles!
>>27780927
Her hair looks like pudding.
>>27780927
I don't even want doubles though
>tfw dead inside and regret ever writing oh god it's so bad
>>27781593
Write more
Post pastebin
>>27781660
>imblying i can write
If you insist my dudehttp://pastebin.com/u/Domino_anon
pic unrelated
>Day...you've lost count in Equestria
>You've been here so long
>It's been years, you think
>The time is different here
>Days are shorter, calendars are unreadable
>It had been so long since you'd had any contact with another living being
>The ponies had lived in fear, afraid of your alien appearance
>Not even the gryphons would accept you
>For the safety of the ponies, you had exiled yourself into the Everfree
>It was for their own good
>You stare at your door, arguing with yourself whether to open it or stay inside another day
>No
>No more hiding
>It was time to return to the world and revive your presence
>The ponies would have to accept you, there was no changing that!
>You put on your best outfit and start toward the door, confidence in your step
>With a deep breath, you push it open and step outside into the sunlight
>It was more colorful than you remember
>The birds chirping, the flowers blooming
"What a beautiful day!"
>A handful of an unknown brown substance splatters against your face
>"Go back inside, faggot!"
>
>
>
>It's been so long since you left your house
>You had sent yourself into an exile, the ponies fearing your very presence as an alien creature
>They weren't ready
Boop.
>>27781748
You've certainly written a lot, which is promising.
I'll check back with you tomorrow when I've read them all
I will read them all.
Bamp
Bemp
Bimp
>>27782553
Anon pls you don't understand the literal cancer you're getting into
Half of what's on my pastebin is shitposts
Bomp
my mother is such a savage
i sent her [pic related] , and before she saw it went downstairs and told her "i sent you a picture of a tshirt i think yo ucan relate to"
and she just says "whats it say ? biatch ?"
>>27785422
Why?
>>27785422
I don't even know what I should be thinking about this.
>>27785422
Yes.
>>27785422
The older generation can't appreciate memes Anon, you should know that by now.
>>27785422
Remember kids, this was the only thing posted of Flutterrape today!HOW DOES DEATH CHEAT US EVERYTIME?
>>27790260
Because I was somehow vigilent enough to wake up in the middle of the night, bump, then roll over back asleep.
>>27790394
Literal hero.
>yfw Flutterrape fucks up your schedule so much you become accustom to it.
>>27790590
>Not posting directly from the 4th dimension
>>27790605
s h i t p o s t i n g
>>27790605
Where the fuck is your pastebin?
You better have one.
>>27784566
Okay, uh...
Sorry Dommy, you'll need to give me another day on that "read every story in your pastebin" thing.
I'm almost done, I promise.I've wasted my whole day shitposting on Ponytown.
>>27790647
I don't know what that is
>>27790605
>>27791404I'm comin' for that booty
how do i bump
>>27792110
First you have to drop your pants, get erect, find a certain yellow and pink pegasus pony and push your mid section against her backside.
When you feel something wet enveloping your dong, just push against it more and more as much and as hard as you can. That's bumping.
>>27792121
Fluttershy, get off the internet.
bumnp
Hipstershi when
>>27793061
>Other ponys catches on the fetish guessing
>More and more mares try to guess anons fetish
>Duplicate tries everywhere
>Too mainstream for fluttershy
>Goes back to be shy and grow an ironic beard
>>27793086
I would ironically fuck the shit out of that Fluttershy.
>>27793086
>I liked the hmd before it was cool
>>27793104
Kek, I can actually see this.
>Hipster Anon ironically fucks Hipster Fluttershy, who ironically tries to escape
Haven't posted for like 8 somethin months
Has anything important happened since then?
>>27793221
>Expecting something to have happened
I can tell you haven't been here for a while.
No, you haven't missed much.
Im about to go out and get a desk for my new room. Also going to look into getting a surface pro tablet thing, for more portable arting!
>>27793934
Godspeed, based drawfag.
>>27793934
>>27793934
That line from Fluttershy makes no sense...
>>27794391
It is a little joke from previous threads.
An Anon pointed out whenever you check the thread for new posts, you're checking out Flutterrape's bottom.
>>27794438
Out of context it just looks like bad engrish.
>>27794529
Thats how running jokes are made.
Right Mr. Butt?Love ya
>>27794938
>Mr. Butt
If you're implying I'm Nebby, you have failed sir.
>>27795134
I wasnt, it was just an example
Alright. This thread has gone too long without green. I got a shit ton of stories to dump in here. 9 posts according to my count. SO. Let's get started with some fr shorts.
as always they're all here: http://www.fimfiction.net/story/307540/fluttershy-wants-in-your-pants
I got two pastebin links where I dump my small one-shits to conserve space, go here: http://pastebin.com/u/FlutterPriest
Also, I got new stories on fimfic, check these out:
http://www.fimfiction.net/story/336002/from-human-in-equestria-to-horse-on-earth
http://www.fimfiction.net/story/335416/the-no-real-reason-party
http://www.fimfiction.net/story/335128/perspective
Now then, on with some green.
>You wake up, as if from some wondrous, impossible dream.
>Sitting up in bed, you look back to your pillow, wondering if it would be nicer to go back to sleep and enjoy that sweet feeling once more.
>But the other side of your bed is cold and empty.
>A dream is just a dream.
>It's probably better to let the rest of the book remain unread, rather than spoil a great thing.
>Rising to your feet, you head to the bathroom and take a shower, a smile on your face and humming a happy tune.
>After performing your normal, age-old, time-tested ritual of using the bathroom, showering, and THEN shaving, you feel clean and refreshed for anything that could come your way.
>Throwing on some pants and a shirt, you head downstairs.
>'Oatmeal sounds like a fantastic meal for today,' you think to yourself, putting oats and some water in a bowl.
>Tossing your bowl of oats into the microwave, because the writer is getting lazy and is putting even MORE electronics in Equestria that probably shouldn't be there, you get your breakfast started and sort through your mail from yesterday.
>Let's see... junk mail, junk mail, notification of eviction, overdue bills.
>You toss the mail aside, smiling to yourself and pretending your problems do not exist.
"I wonder what I should do today?" you wonder to yourself.
1/9
>>27796170
>Stretching your arms out wide, you crack your neck.
>"In fact, I wonder what Fluttershy is up to?"
>Then, as if on command, there are three knocks on the door.
>Turning on the spot you head to the door feeling bright eyed and happy.
>Fluttershy looks up at you, bright eyed and happy, without a single care in the world, her velvet hair shyly cast over one eye.
>Her body stands proud and tall, her stance resolute, her neck caught in the center of a guillotine and-
>Wait fucking what?
>"Hi Anon! Is guro and gore your fetish?" she asks happily, holding a pull string.
"Wait. What? WHAT? FLUTTERSHY NO"
>She rips the cord.
>You slam the door.
>Silence.
>You feel bile rise from the center of your stomach and up your throat.
>You cannot stop it.
>Falling to your knees, you vomit all over the floor of your home.
>Oh god.
>Oh fucking god.
>Fluttershy just decapitated herself on your doorstep
>Oh god.
>...
>Except, there wasn't the sound of the blade falling.
>No whimper of pain.
>Where's the earth shattering scream of pain?
>Rising to your feet, you turn to the door in apprehension.
>Nervously, you open the door and peek outside.
>Fluttershy's packing away the pieces of the guillotine into a cart she used to bring the contraption here.
>She turns to you, curious.
>"Anon?"
"Y-you're alive?"
>She smiles
>"Of course I'm alive, silly! What else would you think?"
>You open your mouth then close it.
>Closing the door to your home, you turn around and move to your kitchen table.
>You pull out a chair and sit down, placing your head in your hands.
>Welp, we're back to this bullshit again.
>You take a deep breath to steady your mini-heart attack in your chest.
>It's just another day in Equestria.
>Another day, just like all the other days.
>When Fluttershy avidly tries to guess your fetish.
>Fucking Fantastic.
-------------
>You sit on your couch, perusing one of your favorite books.
2/9
>>27796184
>You've always been a fan of darker literature, and this book was certainly no exception.
>In fact, in certain parts of Equestria, it's banned.
>It told the story of a young pony that kidnaps a younger foal and Stockholm Syndromes them into loving their kidnapper.
>Except, you can't help but smile, because the story did something rather ingenious.
>It told the story from the kidnapper's perspective, in addition to the kidnapped child.
>So, overtime, the actions that the kidnapper performs seems rational.
>Or, heck, even justified.
>Every chapter sent shivers up your spine, and you notice new pieces of foreshadowing with every re-read.
>Sure, the story was dark and depressing, but you can't help but feel drawn to the characters.
>It was like a video of a train wreck that you can't help but rewatch, even as people flew off the train, in flames.
>A knock at the door grabs your attention.
>Oh! That must be Fluttershy, here for today's guess.
>Welp, it's that time to re-integrate yourself into normalcy again.
>There's no way dark things like in your book could happen in the real world.
>Placing your bookmark in your novel, you set your book aside and rise to your feet, stretching out wide.
>Taking a few careful strides to your door, you take a deep breath.
>Then, placing your hand on the door knob, you open the door wide.
>Sitting on the door is Fluttershy with-
>What's that in her mout-
>Before you even have the chance to think, you fall backward, squealing in pain.
>You fall to the fetal position, red-hot screaming pain radiating from your pelvis.
>Your eyes close, watering as your mouth hangs open, silently screaming in agony.
>Fluttershy looms over you with a wide smile, holding a hammer in her mouth.
>She spits it on to the floor and moves her mouth by your ear.
>"Is genital abuse your fetish, Anon?" she says.
3/9
>>27796193
>You attempt to wiggle your body across the floor to escape your assailant, but you barely manage to budge as it feels like your nuts are bleeding internally.
>"D-did I do too much?" she asks. "I-i'm sorry, Anon! H-here. Let Mama make Mr. Penis feel all better."
>You wave an arm at her in a futile attempt to shoo her away, like an annoying fly.
>Opening your mouth to curse at her, you find bile rise through your stomach and you vomit on the floor.
>That's it.
>It's official.
>You are now infertile.
>Rapisthorse FINALLY fucked you up so much with her fetish guesses that you can't have kids.
>Spitting the extra acid out of your mouth, you roll over to her, glaring laser beams of pure hatred at her entire being.
"If you don't leave," you squeak, as if you downed helium. "I will shit red-hot fury down your throat, and shove your eyeballs in your fucking vagina."
>She stares at you, taken aback.
>Then Fluttershy kicks a hoof at the ground and blushes intensely.
>"U-um. I-is shitting red-hot fury down my throat and shoving-"
"I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!" you shout at the horse.
>Fluttershy leaps two feet into the air as the stench of the vomit begins to permeate through the house.
>She flutters out of the doorway as you lay broken and vulnerable on the ground.
>The door hangs open as tears leak out of your eyes, holding on to your precious, cracked family jewels.
>What the actual shit?!
>Fucking Fluttershy.
>Who the fuck would even REMOTELY get off to someone like this.
>On second thought, never mind.
>You don't want to know.
>All that matters right now is making sure your boys are safe... and maybe a trip to the hospital.
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Pet play - Flutter Hairball
>Honestly, life in Equestria isn't terrible.
>Not all the time anyway.
>You get your typical three-square meals.
>You have a nice house, with air conditioning, your own bed, a toilet.
4/9
>>27796203
>Which, in all honesty kinda sounds like a prison, but you get to go outside whenever you want, and you won't be shanked.
>Except, just like prison, there's one thing you have to constantly worry about.
>Good ol' Flutterrape.
>You sit on your couch, flipping through the channels, sighing to yourself.
>Honestly, what you probably miss most from Earth?
>The animals.
>Not, like, the fish, tigers, bears, or things that can kill you silently in the night without you even knowing.
>More the household pets like cats and dogs.
>They sort of exist here, but there's a huge asterisk around what is technically allowed to talk and what can't in this world.
>For example: Cows? Talk.
>Cats? Don't Talk.
>Donkeys? Talk.
>Dogs? Fuckin. It depends.
>Man's Best Friend alternates from being a completely sentient race that's obsessed with gems or a household pet that is just like a normal dog.
>Like, what the hell are the implications on that?
>Did these ponies take these Diamond Dogs into an internment camp or some fucked up shit and then regress them into dogs? Or-
>A knock at the door distracts you from a perfectly logical line of questioning that probably has no business in a world of colorful, happy, pastel horses.
>Great, it must be Fluttershy.
>Time to go through this shit again.
>You head to the door, pause, take a deep breath, and then open it wide.
>Fluttershy stands on the other side, her pink mane shyly covering one eye, but she's altered her appearance today.
>She wears a set of yellow cat-ears that cap her horse ears and has drawn a set of whiskers on her face.
>She has a little green collar around her neck that goes into one long red leash that she holds out with a hoof.
>"U-uhm. Is pet play your fetish, Anon?" she asks quietly.
>You pause staring at her.
>You fold your arms.
"Fluttershy, this isn't pet play," you correct her.
>She tilts her head nervously, quivering in place.
>"I-It isn't?"
4/9
>>27796218
"No. Pet play isn't just putting on some kitty ears and saying 'Nya!' or 'Mewing' everywhere. Pet play is a serious state of mind where someone-"
>"Somepony..."
"Shut up. They actually begin to have the personality and acting characteristics of the animal they identify as. It's a whole state of mind. Otherwise, it's basically just yiffing."
>"I-is Yiffing your fetish?"
"Fuckin. NO!"
>"T-then is actual pet play your fetish?" she asks.
>She sits on the ground, dropping the leash.
>She holds up one of her hooves and begins to lick it like a kitty cat.
>You cant help but look down with a smile at the little yellow pony, acting all cute in shit.
'Ain't that cute. But it's wrong...' you think to yourself.
>Then, she pauses, staring straight forward at your pant leg.
"Uh," you say to her. "You okay Fluttershy?"
>Then she makes a low gurgling noise from the center of her throat.
>Her body shakes and shudders with each gurgle.
>The motion slowly builds up speed and intensity as she seems to vibrate in place, hunched over.
"Are... are you okay-"
>But the words no more than exit your mouth as her mouth opens and a huge bile-y wad of pink/yellow hair, mixed with brown stomach acid projects from her lips onto your pants, floor and welcome mat.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!"
>"I-is pet play your-"
"FUCKING NO!"
>You slam the door in her face and look down at your ruined pants.
>Jesus Christ.
>See, this shit is why you hate cats.
>You might as well go adopt a fuckin... weird... dog... sex slave thing.
>Whatever it is.
>...
>On second thought, maybe you can live without pets.
----------------
>Dragon Abuse
>Aww yeah.
>It's that day again.
>The one day a week you get to say 'Fuck it, I don't even care.'
>It's Friday.
>Which means...
>Wait, what does that mean in Equestria?
>Probably nothing.
>It's not like 9-5 desk jobs are a normal thing in this world.
6/9KEK
>>27796228
>Hell, farmers or ponies who sell goods in the market probably have to work or sell everyday in order to make a living.
>So, with that in mind, is there the concept of a weekend in Equestria?
>Well, there has to be days that the colts and fillies aren't in school, at least.
>That would make sense.
>Anyway, that doesn't matter much to you.
>Fridays are the day you cook up something special for breakfast.
>Two pieces of toast, two eggs, and two of those strips of black market bacon you ordered from the griffon kingdom.
>It tastes great because it's illegal.
>Well, illegal isn't necessarily accurate, more really... socially unacceptable.
>The last thing you need is for ponies to know you eat meat.
>Especially Fluttershy, who you'd suspect would take it one of two ways.
>Either she'd be repulsed, and would end the fetish guesses for forever, or there would be a dozen dead animal carcasses on your doorstep.
>Both... actually have their advantages, when you think about it, but that's not a hump for today.
>Maybe on a hump day.
>And now you really don't want Fluttershy to know that Wednesdays are considered hump days.
>With a sigh, you pull your breakfast materials out of the fridge and prep your pans for cooking.
>At the sound of three knocks at the door, you groan and toss everything right back in the fridge.
>Fluttershy's timing is fucking impeccable as always.
>Grabbing your coffee, you mosey your way to the door and throw it open.
"Mornin' Fluttershy, how are you?"
>Fluttershy stands on the porch beside a familiar baby dragon.
"And hey to you too, Spike."
>"Good Morning, Anon! Today I'm going to-"
>"Hey, Anon," Spike says quietly.
>Silence falls between the three of you.
>Fluttershy slowly turns to Spike as the baby dragon shivers silently.
>"What did I say about making a word?" Fluttershy said.
>"S-sorry, Fluttershy. I-it won't happen again," Spike mumbles.
>You raise an eyebrow and sip your coffee.
"Harsh," you say.
7/9
>>27796239
>"As I was saying, Anon," Fluttershy continues, back to her normal cheery self. "I was wondering if dragon abuse is your fetish."
>You open your mouth to reply, but then you reconsider for a second.
>This little dragon has kinda been a little shit to you.
>He always makes little jeering comments, like a narrator of your failures.
>The dragon seems to do nothing, and gets away with living with Twilight, who's weird, but that's a different story.
>This might be the chance to get a little payback.
"Hell, you never know unless you try," you say, sipping your coffee.
>Fluttershy lights up happily, and then turns to Spike.
>"A-are you sure, Anon?" Spike says. "I-I mean, w-we don't have to do this."
"Oh! Wait! You're right," you say.
>Stepping away from the door, you grab a chair from the kitchen table.
>Setting it in the doorway, you sit down, sipping your coffee.
"Alright. Now we're ready do to this. Go for it, Fluttershy."
>Fluttershy takes a hoof and immediately backhands Spike.
>The dragon falls to the ground, cracking his head on the doorstep.
>"O-ow," he groans as he tries to rise to his feet.
>Fluttershy turns to you, smiling wide.
>"A-anything?" Fluttershy asks.
"You know, I thought I felt a boner coming on, but it mighta just been gas. Carry on."
>Fluttershy kicks Spike back down, and the dragon falls to his back.
>The pegasus flutters to his side and repeatedly kicks him in the stomach.
>"Ow! Ow! OWWW!" the dragon cries. "F-fluttershy! Y-you didn't say-"
>"YOU AGREED!" Fluttershy screams. "IT DOES NOT TALK WHILE IT IS BEING BEATEN!"
>"T-this isn't worth lunch with Ember!"
>You rise from your feet and plant a hard foot in Spike's back.
>He yelps in pain, and Fluttershy looks up with a smile.
"Nah, nothing yet, keep going."
>You sit back down in your chair, sipping your coffee again.
>Spike writhes on the ground, moaning and groaning in pain.
>Fluttershy moves down to the baby dragon and lines one hard kick in-between the legs.
8/9
>>27796252
>Spike cries out, tears falling freely onto the ground.
>His voice breaks the sound barrier as he whines in pain.
>He holds his tender jewels with his eyes closed as he curls into the fetal position.
>Rolling onto the side, you hear him dry heave.
>You rise from your seat, cheering on.
"OH BOY! HE BOUT TO DO IT!"
>Spike's cheeks puff out, then he releases a torrent of green-brown flaming liquid onto the grass on your lawn.
"YEEEAAAHHH!!!!!" you scream out. "This time it wasn't me!"
>Fluttershy smiles, content with herself then trots over to you.
>"Well, was any of that your fetish?" she asks.
>You place a hand to your lip, pretending to consider it.
"Nah, but I think I might know someone who is."
>The pegasus sighs, frowning.
>"Oh well! I'll just have to try something different tomorrow."
>Fluttershy walks by the dragon, reaches for her saddlebag and pulls out a bag of bits.
>Taking two small coins out of her purse, she tosses them on the baby dragon.
>"Clean yourself up. You look pathetic," she says.
>Then she trots away, leaving the dragon stewing in his own vomit.
>He looks to you, a pleading look in his eye.
>With a smile, you close the door and happily stroll to your stove.
"Man, what another wacky day of fetish guesses," you laugh to yourself.
9/9
Yeah. So there. Have that.
...
How are you guys doing?
>>27796262
Wonderful as always, Priest.
Again, thanks for your seemingly endless contributions.
Speaking of which, are you in college, or do you just have a lot of off time?
Well, for old times sake.
>Anon
>Be in Navy
>"REVEILLE REVEILLE, ALL HOOVES HEAVE OUT AND TRICE UP"
>You wake up out of your bunk, you pull the sheets and remake it.
>Hear over the speakers "Anon, quarterdeck. Anon, quarterdeck."
>You run over to the quarterdeck on the other side of the ship
>Reach the POOW desk [Pony Officer Of the Watch]
"What's up"
>"You have a new division chief, I'll be transferring out here shortly to head to Canterlot. This was just short notice; I gave them your info, told them to keep an eye out for your and your good performance so far."
"Thanks, Chief."
>"Here she is, Anon; meet Chief Fluttershy. She'll be your new chief petty officer."
>Face breaks
>"I'll leave you both to get acquainted."
>A very long moment of silence follows
>"You may as well grab your ankles now Anon, I'm going to fuck you in every way possible."
>Go UA for 29 days
>Get discharged
>Land in prison
>Worth itChief stop fucking me please
>>27796517
None of the above.
I've got a 9-5 full time job. I just try to write 500 words a day minimum. I just try to do this in the form of fetish guesses.
>>27796696
>Forcefeeding
>With a yawn, you slowly open your eyes from a wonderful night's rest.
>Man, that was a great dream.
>You were at this wonderful feast, full of meats, puddings, pies, and anything you could possibly imagine.
>It was the sort of happy, bittersweet dream, because here in Equestria, meat is so hard to come by.
>Things could certainly be worse, but here you are.
>Reaching your arms out to stretch your waking muscles, you meet a strange resistance.
>Your eyes open wide, and you look up to your wrists, which are bound to your bedposts with weird, pink fuzzy handcuffs.
"What?" you say aloud, instantly confused.
>You didn't -THINK- you drank last night.
>And it's not like you have some in-depth, well-characterized, emotion-filled relationship you're in.
>So, that rationally only means one thing.
>You gradually move your head down to your chest, where a yellow pegasus, sits happily, perched on top of you.
>"Good Morning, Anon!" she says with a smile.
>You try to kick your legs, but you meet the same resistence.
>"S-sorry about all the binding, it would have been hard to do today's guesses without them.
>You glare at the yellow horse.
"Fluttershy, one of these days, I'm just going to fucking go to the police," you say.
>Fluttershy tilts her head innocently.
>"R-really? I-I thought you already have?"
>You grit your teeth.
>She isn't wrong.
>The officers pretty much laughed at you.
>'A mare that is begging to have sex with you?' one of the officers laughed. 'Boy, we have way bigger problems to deal with than that.'
>But, she shouldn't know that.
>"Yeah, I doubt Celestia would be happy that an Element of Harmony is acting in such a way."
>Celestia's reply letter to you pretty much said the same thing as the cop's reply.
>She thought to herself for a moment, then shrugged happily.
>"I'll take the punches as they come," she says happily. "E-even yours... if that's your-"
"Stop. Shut up," you say, ready for this to be over with. "Just get on with it."
1/3
>>27796943
>"O-oh," she says. "U-uhm, right. W-well. First of all, is bondage your fetish, Anon?" she asks.
>You look up at your matching pair of fuzzy cuffs.
>You look back down to the mare.
"No," you say, not attempting to mask your irritation.
>Fluttershy looks down at your chest, crestfallen.
>"O-oh. W-well. Then... since I have you here, d-do you mind if I try another fetish guess?"
>You look back up at the cuffs, then back to the pony sitting on your chest.
"I don't think I have a choice," you reply.
>"Y-yay!" she says gently, expanding her wings. "T-then, I wanted to see if Forcefeeding is your fetish!"
"Wait, what?" you say as she flutters off your chest and onto the floor.
>You move your head to the side and see your entire floor filled with different foods.
>Eggs, Salads, Sandwiches, Pasta dishes, Toast, Oatmeal. Weeks upon months of food that probably could have feed starving families for weeks.
"No! NOPE! This is not my fetish?" you reply.
>Fluttershy looks back to the bed.
>Prominently rising from your bedcovers, is your prominent betrayer.
>Wood.
>Morning, wood.
>"The only way to know is to find out!" Says Fluttershy happily.
[hr]
>Two hours later, and you have now eaten enough food to make Matt Stonie shy in nervousness.
>Five boxes of cereal, ten eggs, five boxes of pasta and sauce, a dozen doughnuts, two cups of peanut butter oatmeal, a gallon of milk, three daisy sandwiches and a side salad with ranch.
>And a fucking diet cola.
>Fluttershy holds the last bite of salad on a fork as she stands beside the bed.
>Your face is a flat green, your stomach bulging as you turn your head.
"No... no more. Please," you beg.
>"Awww. Here comes the Choo-Choo train!" she says with a smile.
>She makes little chugging noises as the fork pokes your cheek.
>You turn your head back to her.
"I'll take this last bite if you concede it's not my fetish."
>Fluttershy looks back down to the lower half of your covers.
>Thank the lord, there's no boner.
>>27796956
>Fluttershy sighs.
>"Fine," she says, holding the fork up to you.
>You take the bite, and swallow it forcefully.
>The lettuce forces it's way down your throat and flips a lever in your head.
"Oh god," you mutter under your breath.
>"Alright, Anon. You win."
"Fluttershy, undo me right now."
>Fluttershy goes down to the end of the bed and begins to undo the ropes that tie you down.
>You feel the lurching sensation in your stomach.
"Oh god. Now please," you mutter. "Now. Now. Now."
>"Where did I put that key?" she wonders to herself, looking around the floor.
"Fluttershy?!"
>But it's too late.
>As Fluttershy grabs the keys to the cuffs on your dresser, you feel the food bubbling in your stomach.
>With a force that could put Pinkie's Party Cannon to shame, the food decides that it wants out.
>You turn your head to the side, realizing there's no escaping it now.
>The food bursts up your stomach, out your throat and all over your bedsheets and pillow, putting the familiar putrid, acid taste in your mouth as you taste a mixture of Marinara Sauce and Peanut Butter/Cinnemon on your lips.
"Why?" you say, throwing up again, pushing it out of your stomach. "For the love of God, Why-"
>But your words are cut off by another stream covering your covers.
>Fluttershy undoes your cuffs and then flutters away, leaving the dishes on the floor and taking her bondage equipment with her.
>You roll to the non-vomit side of the bed and curl into the fetal position, tears forming in your eyes.
>If you see another piece of food again, it'll be too soon.
>Then again, at least you be seeing the corn on the floor, instead of the toilet.
3/3
>>27796966
You have a rough week, Priest?
Experiencing vomit inducing rage, or other emotions alike?
I love your work, but i am concerned for your health.
>fluttershy is there
>she have rape you
>u have cums but ur dixk stuck in here
>she fly away embarrass cus ur dic stuck
>rippd of ur dick! Ow!
>you bleed to deaf
>she puts u in her hous and pretend ur not ded
>>27799600
uh, k
>>27799744
Feedback woyld be pleased?
BumpBrownee hurt himself again.
>>27800371
God damn it, the amount of times he's been injured is uncanny for anyone in a lifetime.
Is there a nurse working daily 12+ hour shifts that he's dating and is just using these injuries as a way to spend quality time? It's romantic as shit, but this is getting ridiculous.
>>27800383
No, but I did go out with a nurse that did my x-rays once.
Though the other nurses love me. They're more older, sassy, large women. Great banter comes from them. One threatened to give me a concussion when I wouldn't stay in bed.
>>27800403
OOOh, I gotcha, so you have a hospital harem deal going on.
Game recognized. Respect.
>>27800419
Lovely as those women are, god I hope not.
>>27800403
>Even the nurses are violent toward him
I was going to post Twilight, but I think this one is more appropriate.
So it looks like my Starlight story is shaping up to be a actual AU fan sequel of sorts...Are you okay with that, Brownee?
>>27800536
Yeah, go nuts.
Might wanna make mention of that in the pastebin.
>>27800383
Now that would make a good story.
>Anon accidentally injures himself
>Nurse Redheart/Fluttershy/whoever is in charge of caring for him.
>Becomes attached to Anon.
>Begins "accidentally" hurting Anon more to keep him under her care.
Has this been done before?
If not, I'd like to see it.
>>27800636
Yes, Anonpencil wrote one like that. Was pretty hot.
>>http://www.fimfiction.net/story/275335/falling-for-you
>>27800670
I like it.
>>27800371
>>27800403
Oh boy, here we go.
What did you do this time to make Death look up from his newspaper again?
>Your sperm will never bump her unfertilized eggs
>>27802047
>"Anon... When I said I needed your seed this um, this isn't what I meant."
"What do you mean?"
>"Y-you um, ejaculated all over the eggs my chickens have just laid."
"So? I'm fertilising them."
>"But chicken eggs are already fertilised once they've been laid, see it's how--"
"I don't care about your biology crap, Fluttershy, I came here to breed a new race of chickenmen and I'll be damned before I let some kind of freaky pidgeonhorse stop me."
>Fluttershy watches sadly as you continue to beat off over a basket of eggs.
>The chickens nearby are not amused.
>"What if... you came in me and we made a race of pidgeonhorsemen?"
"That's the stupidest fucking thing I've ever heard you say."
>...
>"ABSOLUTE CHAOS DOWNTOWN, PONIES ARE SCREAMING-- THERE'S JUST TOTAL ANARCHY! NO ONE KNOWS WHERE THESE THINGS ARE COMING FROM, THERE'S JUST AN ENDLESS NUMBER OF HYBRID PEGASUS-APE CREATURES RAMPAGING THROUGH PONYVILLE--"Oh Anon.
>>27802105
>"That's the stupid fucking thing I've ever heard you say."
Lol, nice Anon.
>Fluttershy lies in your bed next to someone she was just having hot and steamy sex with
>What do you do?
>>27802634
"Flutte-- What the fuck?"
>With a squeak, Fluttershy's eyes snap open, the pony instinctively pulling the sheets to cover her adorably fluffy chest.
>"A-Anon?!"
"What the hell are you doing in my bed?"
>"Nothi--"
"Who's that next to you?"
>You jab a finger at the large bulge under the blanket next to Fluttershy.
>Her eyes dart over to it, then back to you.
>"It's um, Angel."
"Angel."
>"Yes."
"Angel Bunny."
>"...Yes."
"The same Angel Bunny sat downstairs nursing the mother of all hangovers."
>"..."
"Don't say--"
>"Yes."
"Covers off. I want to see who you've just fucked in MY BED."
>As you shout the last words, the bulge stirs.
>"Keep it down will ya', ah'm tryin' to sleep..."
>An orange hoof pulls the covers away, and a frazzled looking Applejack gazes groggily at you.
>You can hardly believe your eyes.
"Apple... Jack?"
>She takes a moment to get her bearings, before stating the obvious.
>"This ain't mah bed."
"No, no it's not."
>Fluttershy covers her face with her hooves, bright red and on the verge of tears.
>Applejack looks over at her bedmate, confused.
>"You ain't Big Mac neither."
"No, n--... oh."
>Applejack frowns.
>"This is one-a them bad dreams, ain't it?"
"..."
>She wriggles uncomfortably, as if something is hurting her.
>"Hold on, bear with me--"
>She reaches under the covers and yanks something out from under the them.
>A bright pink face greets the room.
>"Hi girls! Wow, was last night great or WHAT?!"
>Fluttershy is now quietly crying to herself.
>Applejack stares, dumbfounded, at Pinkie Pie.
>Pinkie, on her part, seems thrilled at the current state of things.
>"I thought it was awesome! It was like a party but BETTER!"
>You can only regard the scene with silent disbelief.
>' ooooh... '
>That didn't come from the bed.
1/?
>>27803003
>Turning slowly towards the wardrobe next to you, you extend a hand and gently open it.
>Rainbow Dash falls out, her face connecting with the wooden floor with a satisfying smack.
>Rarity follows.
>As does... Opal?
>The cat stretches, shakes herself, gives you the usual look of disdain, and stumbles out the bedroom door.
>No doubt to join Angel Bunny at the kitchen table.
>You flex your fingers and exhale, puffing out your cheeks.
"Anyone else?"
>...
>Twilight Sparkle materialises above the bed and drops onto the covers.
>She's covered in oil.
>"Wow, that uhh, that was nuts."
>"Hiya Twilight!!"
>"Hey Pinkie, how long was I gone?"
>"Dunno! I only just got up! Why are you all greased up, Greasy?"
>Twilight hesitates.
>"From what I remember I was so horny I sent myself to a dimension populated only by tentacles and lube."
>"Cooool!"
>"Uh, yeah, 'cool'."
>Rarity staggers to her feet, the crumpled pegasus beside her completely out cold.
>She gives you a single look that conveys everything it needs to.
"Bathroom's on the landing, you can use the shower."
>With a single nod the normally delicate fashionista drags herself out the room with all the grace of a paraplegic buffalo.
>You survey the room, thinking about what to do.
"Pinkie."
>The mare stops babbling to a Fluttershy who likely wishes she was dead, and regards you with a huge smile.
>"Morning Non Non!"
"Mornin'. Could you do me a favour?"
>"Sure!"
"Fuck off back to Sugarcube Corner."
>"Okay!"
>She fucks off straight out the door, hopefully back to Sugarcube Corner.
"Applejack."
>"Wuzzat?"
"Go back to the farm."
>"Thass a good plan..."
"Take Rainbow Dash with you."
>She shrugs.
>"Won't be the first time I'm draggin' her back to my place unconscious..."
>Mumbling to herself, the farmpony grabs her friend's tail between her teeth and plods towards the exit.
>You lock eyes with Twilight.
>She gives you a weak smile.
2/?
>>27803009
>Knit your eyebrows together in a resolute scowl.
>With a flash of her horn she transports herself back to whatever dimension she warped out of.
>Which leaves...
>Marching over to the side of your bed, you swiftly remove the covers in a single motion.
>The yellow mare beneath them squeaks, trembling as she often does.
>Taking a second to look over the terrified pony, you sigh.
>Carefully sliding your hands under her, you gently lift her off the bed, holding her in an intimate, sheltering embrace.
>She instantly calms down, relaxing against your chest as you carry her towards the other side of the room.
>Her eyes peer up at you, her face scrunching for a second as she sniffs.
>A damp hoof wipes her reddened features, and a small, demure smile works its way onto her lips.
>You regard her with an almost paternal gaze, your own eyes carefully checking her for imperfections.
>For a moment, the pair of you have genuine warmth between you, a sort of unspoken bond formed through a rare, treasured moment.
>She sniffs a final time, her smile fully realised.
>"Ano--"
>Then you throw her out the window.
>Stomp back downstairs before you even hear her hit the ground.
>Sit at your kitchen table.
>Grab the glass of water Angel Bunny was sipping from.
>Toss the water out.
>Replace it with your strongest alcohol.
>Faceplant the chequered tablecloth.
>Try not to cry.
>Start sobbing.
>Life is hard in Ponyville.
3/3
>>27803022
You think Anon HANGed himself OVER that?Eh? Tough crowd.
>>27801301
Fell off the roof and broke two ribs after landing on a bin.
>Tfw you want to drawfag for flutterrape but you're not a good enough artist
>>27804273
Trust me, the bar for art in FR is set pretty low. Mostly by me.Entirely by me.
Draw what you want, people here appreciate content no matter what form it takes.
>>27804304
I might post a sketch or two, although I have problems with having any fucking idea of what do draw in the first place, and my neverending battle with procrastination.
>>27804330
Could always start with just picking a story you like and draw something from it.
>>27804273
>>27804304
>>27804330
>>27804356
This whole conversation is giving me some serious deja'vu.
Like, I swear we've had this exact same statement with the exact same replies in the thread before.
>>27804417
Oh yeah?
YOU'RE A FUCKING FAGGOT.
You remember that?
>>27805109
Bamp
>>27806911
This is what EqG should've been... Sunset isn't even my waifu but holy fuck she looks hot with that grin.
>>27805153
Niggerfaggot
Wump
>You know what you're getting fucking tired of?
>Vomit.
>Like, for real.
>The last few days or so have been a fucking nightmare for you.
>Fluttershy's fetish guesses seem to just continually include some sort of vomiting.
>But, you know what?
>Not today.
>You aren't gonna deal with her sorta bullshit.
>That why you find yourself in Sugarcube Corner today, sipping coffee, because you can't get a good night's sleep to save your life.
>Pinkie Pie strolls past your seat and makes idle conversation in the otherwise empty bakery.
>"So, what's up, Anon?" she says. "I didn't get the chance to see you yesterday. Did something stop you from your normal daily visit?" she asks.
>You sigh to yourself, stirring coffee.
"Oh, you know. This and that. I was Over Watching somepony's house for the day, and I guess time just got away from me. I should be back on track. I think," you say.
>Pinkie Pie stares at you blankly.
>"You know, you can just be blunt and tell them that you were playing-"
"Video games don't exist here, Pinkie Pie."
>Pinkie furrows her brow at you.
>"Uh, Yeah huh they do. The other day I was watching Button-"
"Button doesn't exist, Pinkie Pie."
>"Of course he exists," she says, becoming frustrated. "I just saw him yesterday."
>You wave a hand in front of the mare's face.
"Button Mash doesn't exist."
>Pinkie Pie looks at you blankly.
>"Has anypony ever told you that you're off you're rocker, Anon?"
>You smile and lean back in your booth.
"Coming from you, Pinkie Pie. That's a compliment."
>Pinkie smiles, waving a hoof.
>"Sure thing, Anon. Just lemme know if we go back to your marefriend or something. That was a way better arc."
>Pinkie Pie trots away as you turn towards her.
"Wait. Marefriend? What? I don't have a-"
>"Hi, Anon!" Fluttershy says happily.
>Marefriend.
>Fucking great.
"Hi, Fluttershy, you say, turning to her.
1/3
>>27809383
>Then, you immediately scoot your chair back.
>This pony is about to blow!
>Her entire body seems to be engorged, especially her stomach.
>Little streams of white begin to run down her nose and from the corners of her eyes.
>"I-Is..." she chokes out, clearly trying to keep her muscles tightened. "Cum inflation your fetish?"
"JESUS CHRIST!" you yell, running from your seat to behind the bakery counter. "PINKIE! TAKE COVER!"
>Pinkie leaps from behind the kitchen, wearing a WW2-esque Military helmet and war paint.
>"DUCK AND COVER," Pinkie yells. "ANON! DETONATE THAT BOMB!"
>You peek your head over the counter to Fluttershy, who's staring at the two of you, completely baffled.
>"U-uhm..." Fluttershy stutters to yourself as you scream.
"NO! IT'S NOT MY FETISH!"
>"O-oh. O-okay," Fluttershy replies, then relaxes.
>You duck behind the counter as you hear a quiet ringing.
>Then, all hell breaks loose.
>Cum shoots out from almost every free orifice that Fluttershy has and projects itself all over Sugarcube Corner, giving all of the cakes, muffins and cookies and extra dose of stallion icing.
>"IT'S GOING EVERYWHERE?!" Pinkie Pie screams.
>You hear the ring of the welcome bell.
>A lime green mare with a rock cutie mark happily hops into the store but is pushed back outside from the torrent of cum.
>After a few minutes, Fluttershy collapses on the ground, her throat sore and cum vomit spree ended.
>You rise from your battlements to view the carnage of war.
>An old, cranky stallion sits in the corner, still eating his cum covered eggs.
>Fertilized eggs?
>Nah, bad joke.
>Cut that. Cut this paragraph from your memory.
>You tiptoe through the solid inch of cum on the ground and make your way to the front door.
2/3
>>27809400
>Pinkie Pie rises to her hooves and looks between you and Fluttershy.
>"Oh, come on! Isn't somepony gonna help clean this up?
>You look back to the pink mare as you shrug.
"I dunno. You're Pinkie Pie. Can't you do a montage or something and just... immediately clean this up?"
>The pink mare goes blank in surprise.
>"Huh, why don't I think of things like that more often."
>With a shrug, you open the front door and step out of the bakery, leaving your cum covered stalker behind.
3/3
>You awake to the sound of an eagle's caw.
>It's time.
>Dislodging yourself from your M16 cuddle buddy, you hear her whine slightly.
"Don't worry baby, there are no gun-grabbers in Equestria."
>You grab your aviators from your desk and head to the bathroom.
>Shit, shower, and shave, all without taking your freedom glasses off.
>It's your right to do so, after all.
>Back in your closet, you use your freedom to choose to don your grandpa's WW2 old bomber jacket in lieu of the regular suit.
>Levi jeans protect your freedom of movement, as is your constitutional right.
>For your feet?
>Steel-toed leather work boots.
>Again, it is your constitutional right to have had these things travel with you to Equestria.
>Lady Liberty demanded it.
>Now fully dressed, you descend the stairs of your home into the kitchen.
>You serve yourself up some pancakes, bacon, eggs, freedom fries(not chips,) potatoes, and a burger.
>How can the eagle fly without nutrition?
>Due to your healthy and balanced breakfast, you are ready to take on the day.
>Speaking of which...
>You check the calendar.
>You already knew the date, but you had to do this.
>Grabbing the red marker, you scratch out today's date.
"July 4th."
>You smile to yourself.
>Freedom flies another year.
>With your hygiene and hunger dealt with, you freedom over to your gun rack.
>Well...
>Gun rack implies the guns are all stored there.
>You almost freedom'd over your Javelin while walking down the stairs.
>Anyways, at your gun rack, you survey all your choices.
>Desert Eagle has the word eagle in it...
>M1 is pretty good...
>You eye your Moist Nugget for a bit, before moving on.
>Finally, your eyes rest on your choice.
>An old refurbished French musket, shipped to the States to aid the Rebels in '78.
>Of course it was your pick.
>Open carry that freedom dispenser onto your porch to shine it.
>You grab your green beret before heading outside to stare at the flag.
>A horse stops you.
>Oh right.
>Natives.
Cont.
>>27809641
>"M-my Anon, you certainly look... patriotic."
>Not bothering to give your enemy the time of day, you boycott looking at her.
"Of course Fluttershy, today is a very special day."
>"Oh I know mister, I read all about America place you wrote about, how they, um, 'raped the faggy Marxists' in the space race."
>You feel yourself smile, staring at that beautiful flag.
"Yep, that's America alright."
>Fluttershy rubs the side of her head against your leg.
>Technically, you could act on your Stand Your Ground laws and legally shoot her, but...
>"I also read about that 'Statue of Liberty' structure you wrote about, a-and I just wanted to know."
>"Do I look patriotic too?"
>Now hovering in front of you is a seemingly oxidized Fluttershy, holding an equally oxidized tabula ansata, and a torch.
>You pull your aviators down a bit, revealing your eyes.
>Damn.
>The Fluttershy of Liberty must see you gawking, as she smiles.
>"Is patriotism your fetish?"
>You pull her into a hug.
"No Fluttershy."
>You look into her eyes.
"America is my fetish."
>With that, you take the beautiful horse into your freedom abode.
>You rail Freedomshy to the tune of the Star Spangled Banner, Hail Columbia, Born in America, and Yankee Doodle.
>Celestia, who watched the act from your window, was so moved by the patriotism she named herself President, made Luna her V.P., formed Equestria into a democracy, and renamed Equestria to Amareica.
>And while beastiality may be illegal in America, you are not in America anymore.
>Oh, and oral sex with animals is legal in Florida.
>Thank God for America.
>Thank God for Florida.
>And finally...
>Thank God for fucking Fluttershy.
Happy fourth boys.
>>27809650
>>27809650
Happy America Day!
freedom bump
Only one freedom green?
This will not due.
Requests boys.
If I manage to not fuck them up enough they'll go on my pastebin
>>27811962
Guess only Brownee is the only one dedicated enough to doing greens for the day his country decided to be awesome, or whatever that's about.
Only thought I have in mind is if you take the plot of Independance Day, change aliens to changelings and change global destruction to global rape.
>>27812009
Yeah, we saw how far that went this year. I'll have to try for two next Australia day...
>>27811962
Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnudge.
Applejack, being the most 'Murican... or 'Questrian of the mane 6, overhears Anon talking about his glory days back home, with the 4th of July and the shit that entails. Only she gets a bit of a misunderstanding of the day.
Sure, the fireworks and the food and the freedom and the general Murica aspects of it sound fine and dandy, but she didn't quite hear the name properly. Either way, she invites Anon to the farm for some '4th of July' fun.
It pretty much goes as expected. Fireworks, food... Proper good holiday celebration and whatnot. Though what confused him was it was just him and her.
Then things take a weird turn when she starts hitting on him, and getting all up in his personal space, and attempting to do some sort of weird dance on him, specifically somehow on his crotch. Like a lap dance, except a little odder. Questioning what the fuck, she gets confused and wonders if she's doing 'In-da-pants-dance Day' wrong.
When he corrects her, she feels embarrassed and stupid... but then decides to go for the attitude of 'force freedom on Anon'. Her idea of Freedom being tie him down, let him face the sky with the red, white and blue fireworks, and fuck him 'til he can't walk a day.
>>27812009
>>27812114
The best thing about taking requests is that you get your whole story planned out by other people.
I'll get right on them friends.
>>27812009
Never seen either of the Independence Day movies by the way, but the plot seems pretty straight forward...
>"... and that is why we need you Anon!"
>You sit with your feet kicked up inside Celestia's big war room, slurping on some chocolate milk through a very elaborate bendy straw, making an obnoxious noise.
>"Where you even listening Anon?"
"Y-yeah."
>lolno.
>You try to suppress a smile.
>Celestia slams her hooves onto the grand table.
>"For my sake Anonymous! We have solid info that a changeling attack is imminent on Equestria and we need your input!"
"Uh, why?"
>Celestia facehoofs.
>"... Due to my lack of foresight, I mistakenly made you ambassador of your entire race."
>You mumble "idiot" under your breath.
>"You know I can have you legally executed, right?"
>She's bluffing, so you still stay cool.
>Gotta keep that aura of nonchalantness.
"Well Cellypoo, have no fear, because I know how we are gonna save horseland!"
>The other ambassadors have either put their heads in their hooves or walked out, much to the disdain of their princess.
"I'm serious Cell, listen up."
>The princess looks up, a shimmer of hope in her eyes.
>Upon seeing that, you bust up laughing, doubling over.
>Celestia is not pleased.
"O-okay, hooo, for realsies, I have a plan."
"You see, back on my world, my country, America, made a device called the nuclear bomb, and-"
>Celestia silences you with a hoof.
>"Anonymous, you've told me about said bomb a hundred times, and I've told you a hundred times that I will never allow my subjects to create such potential destruction."
"Fine! I have another idea."
>"Really? Is it better than your previous?"
>You glare at the princess, before stealthily leaning to the ambassador of Germaneigh.
"Psst... What did you propose?"
>The Aryan pony gives you a queer look.
>"Are jew kidding mich?"
>Celestia looks unimpressed.
"Well, you rejected my previous statement, and I don't know how to ambassador, so..."
Alright, gotta go party boys, be back later.
>>27812427
Back from the firework display and listening to garbage country music.
Seriously, am I the only one who thinks we should listen to the national anthem and marches on Independence Day?
Anyways...
"so... I stand by whatever proposal you may or may not have said earlier."
>Celestia bows her head, depression and disappointment plastered across her face.
>"Alright Anonymous, you may go."
"Sweet. See ya toots."
>You slap Celestia's ass on the way out.
>You are escorted by the guards outside.
>"Escorted" being savagely beaten and thrown outside the castle door.
>Luna laughed, so it was worth it.
>With a broken leg and a smile, you limp your way towards the train station, where Twilight and her pals wait.
>Oh great, they'll probably be concerned when they see you.
>What sissies...
>Day triumph in Equestria.
>Approximately two weeks after the meeting with sunbutt, you awake to a Ponyville under siege.
>...
>Turns out, the changeling hordes did not want a land grab this time.
>"OPEN UP PONIES! WE ARE HUNGRY!"
>They want sex.
>Checking out your window, you see the town a blaze.
>Innocent stallions mercilessly ridden by the savage bug pones.
>Mares brutally rubbed against by the changelings and their weird bug horse vaginas.
>Turns out, all changelings are mares.
>Huh.
>Shit, but don't flush, as water has been cut off.
>Showe- wait. Fuck.
>Don't even bother shaving, you just slap on your suit and slide down your stair railing.
>Now in the kitchen, you produce some- oh wait, the changelings have broken down your door.
>...
>Scratch that, the changelings are dying.
>You watch as Fluttershy smashes the defenseless changelings into the ground.
"... You're getting blood all over my floor you know."
>The now bloody "shy" pony temporarily stops her rampage.
>"S-sorry Anon, I just need to make sure these WHORES learn y-you're MY man..."
>A wounded solider tries to limp away.
>The yellow menace breaks her leg.
>She seems to have passed out.
>Or died.
Cont.
>>27813060
>Fluttershy turns to you, her blood lust seemingly quelled.
>"S-so... are, um, robots your fetish?"
>Your gaze makes her shift uncomfortably.
>Wow, you feel powerful right now!
>"I, um, I would've made myself into a robot if it is your fetish, b-but I just wanted to be sure-"
"It's not my fetish."
>"O-oh! Good. I-I didn't want to be a big robot, but I would be f-for you."
"Cyborg."
>"W-what?"
"You'd be a cyborg, not a- you what, never mind. You wanna know what my fetish is?"
>Flutterbutt flies up to your face.
>"Oh course mister! A-are you gonna tell me? Oh! I'm so excited!"
>You point to the gore behind her.
"What you just did. That right there was my fetish."
>Honestly, it kinda was your fetish.
>A yandere?
>Blood?
>Yes please.
>...
>Wow, you are a deranged human.
>Fluttershy has this blank look on her face, before her pupils dilate rapidly.
>"Of course! I should've known!"
>Fluttershy tackles you to the floor, smearing you in the gore of her fallen enemies.
>Fucking brutal.
>"O-oh mister, just y-you wait! I'm gonna make you s-so, um, w-wet you'll just have to m-marry me!"
>It's cute when she gets like this.
"Alright, well, wanna start now?"
>"A-anon? Are you...?"
>Her voice is barely audible.
>"Are you proposing...?"
>You know what?
>You can save Equestria if you play this right.
"Nope."
>You can't do anything right.
"Uh- I-I mean, no, I'll marry you after you fend off the changeling army."
>Smooth Anon, you're a goddamn genius.
>"O-oh. Okay then."
>You walk with Fluttershy outside, into the awaiting hell of war.
>Sex war.
"well Fluttershy. Godspeed. I'll be waiting here."
>With her mission clear, the sleeping yellow giant awoke.
>The butter wehrmacht descended across Equestria.
>Soon, news rolled in on how a single "yellow savior" bounced from town to town, helping liberate changeling-controlled areas.
>The changeling army was pushed out of Equestrian territory and back to their hive.
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>>27813267
>The "yellow savior" was not done, even though the Equestrian theater had technically finished, Princess Celestia declared actual war on the changelings, and launched an offensive with both Solar and Lunar guards, and the cloaked savior leading the charge.
>The hives of the already decimated changelings were now almost completely destroyed.
>When the troops came home, they were met with an Equestria free of changeling rape and probable communism.
>At a grand ceremony in Canterlot palace, the yellow savior made her appearance, and was decloaked.
>The masses, the ambassadors, her close friends, and even the princesses were shocked.
>Did she not tell them she was gonna be gone fighting?
>Oh shoot.
>That was probably why they came to your house crying those couple dozen times.
>Whoops.
>After the obvious hugging and emotional outbursts, you withheld your side of the deal.
>You got down on one knee and proposed.
>You winked at Celestia after the inevitable hug and Fluttershy's screams of joy.
>That wink told sunbutt everything she needed to know.
>Her face was priceless.
>All in all, you indirectly saved the nation of Equestria and got a horse wife.
>Not too bad for an Anon.
>When you got to speak in front of the nation, you made sure to milk it.
"... Uh... this is our Independence Day!"
>The crowds whistled and hollered with joy.
"Yeah! Yeah fuck changelings!"
>You even got the Canterlot crowds to cheer "FUCK CHANGELINGS!" and "E-QUES-TRIA! E-QUES-TRIA! E-QUES-TRIA!"
>It was a good day.
The end.
>>27812114
"Now, ah hope ah don't bring up any bad memories, but ya don't really ever talk about your home or ya kinfolk Anon, what was it like?"
"My home?"
>You sit with Applejack on a hill overlooking both the farm and acres upon acres of apple trees.
>"Yeah, was it at all like Ponyville?"
>You close close your eyes in reminiscence.
"Ahhh... my home was sorta like Ponyville, in some ways."
>The sun slowly sets in the west, orange and purple hues dancing together with the fading blue, which forever follows the sun down below the horizon.
>Fucking poetic and stuff.
"My home is called America, a very big country, comprised of states."
>The orange pony cuddled up to your side, listening.
>"States? Waddaya mean?"
"Well... There were fifty states last time I was home."
"The states worked together with the main central government to keep everything running smoothly and such. the main government kinda took over though."
"I'm not a big fan of civics though, I'm no judge or lawyer."
>"Ya said there was fifty states?"
"Mhmm, I could name them if you gave me enough time."
>Applejack curled her head up to look you in the eyes.
>"Which state did you live in?"
"I lived in Florida, land of flowers, the sunshine state, as it were."
>She must be able to hear the nostalgia in your voice.
>"That sounds mighty nice Ahnon, do ya miss it?"
"Oh, I miss some aspects of it. You know what I don't miss?"
"The humidity. Some days, you walk outside and your dripping with sweat. We also had things called sunshowers..."
>You continue to relay all this information to Applejack, eventually getting into your nation's history.
"How was America formed? Well..."
>You speak of the discourse between England and her colonies in the new world.
"Their king needed to pay for their war against another country called France, and put tariffs onto the colonies..."
>As time goes by, the two of you fail to notice the sky turn from a deep orange, to a dark blue.
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>>27813822
"... which leads up to the Second Continental Congress, where we declare our independence from England''s monarchy."
>You see Applejack's head rotate ever so slightly.
"While the official document was probably signed a couple days before, we celebrate our Independence Day on the fourth of July."
>"Fourth of July?"
>Right. Now Georgian calendar in horseland.
>Arabic numerals though, because l o g i c.
"Uh, I guess it'd be on the fourth of Cel for your calendar."
>"Ahnon! That is comin' up in a couple days! We gotta celebrate that!"
>You try to spare her the trouble.
"No worries, really Apples, the celebration is usually just fireworks, food, and patriotic music."
"Oh, and beer. Cider in your case."
>Applejack just nodded her head.
>Unbeknownst to you, she was absorbing all this information into her applehorse brain.
>With this information, she was going to give you the best In-da-pants-dance day ever.
>As you continued to blabber on about Floridian oranges and George Washington, Applejack was planning.
>Grannysmith eventually came out to take Applejack to bed and gave you your pay for the day.
>With that, you left for home.
Alright guys, I have to finish this tomorrow morning, it is late over here in freedomland and my mate is trying to sleep. Continue soon.
Bamp
>>27815975
I wanna see a draw friend make a comic of twilight talking rarity to squirt in the glass.
boop
>>27814109
Hello everyone, continuing on...
>A couple days later.
>Day fourth of Cel in Equestria.
>You awake with a kink in your back.
>Fug.
>Making your way to the bathroom, you come to the shocking realization that you almost never brush your teeth.
>Oh well.
>No room in the Triple S.
>Speaking of the Triple S...
>Halfway through your shave, you can hear Derpy come by with today's mail.
"Taxes..." you mumble to yourself.
>With shaving done and toothbrush in mouth, you groove your way down to your mailbox.
>Junk...
>Taxes...
>Oh? What is this?
>A rather drab-looking envelope at the bottom of your daily stack.
>Upon further inspection, you see it is from Applejack.
>How wonderful!
>She could've just came over if she wanted to ask you something though.
>Making your way back inside, you start cooking pancakes while you finish brushing your teeth.
>You leave the letter on the top of the stack and head back upstairs to finish your routine.
>With your morning thoroughly wrapped up, you sit in your kitchen with Applejack's letter and pancakes.
"Hmm... a party?"
>Aj's letter is an invitation to a party.
>A party for what?
>The letter doesn't tell.
>You shrug and continue your day as normal.
>It may be Independence Day, you still have work.
>"Howdy Ahnon! Ya ready for yur party?!"
>An over excited Applebloom bounces along side you on the path to the applefarm.
"Of course. What is it for though? The letter didn't mention-"
>Applebloom bounces high enough to get in your face.
>"It's for yur... uh, how'd ya pranounce it?"
"Independence Day?"
>"Yeah! Your In-da-pants-dance Day!"
>Adorable.
"In that case, happy Independence Day Applebloom." you say with a chuckle.
>She catches sight of Granny Smith a few moments later, and with a single look, sends Applebloom back to her chores.
>Fucking authority figures.
>So, this party is for Independence Day?
>How lovely.
>You continue on to the barn with a patriotic tune on your lips.
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>>27817294
>You knock on the barn door with your signature rap.
>"C'mon in Anon!"
>The smooth southern drawl beckoned you inside, which you complied.
>Once in, you were met with a sensory overload.
>Pies and apple products lined a single table.
>Red, white, and blue streamers hung from the roof.
>Balloons both floated lazily at near the ceiling and rested on the floor.
>A flag even adorned the back of the barn, it had a few errors though, which is to be expected.
>You kinda explained things in layman's terms.
"I-I'm shocked Apples. This is wonderful!"
>You give her a great hug and twirl her about in the air.
>"Whoo-wee Anon! Ah had no idea you'd be so excited, but I'm mighty glad ya are."
>You let her down and she moves towards the barn door.
>"We'll have this little hoedown after we're done working."
>Fug, so much for getting out of work.
>Oh well, duty calls.
>You finish wheeling in your last set of apples for the day.
>Aj meets up with you shortly after.
>"So, ya ready ta party?"
"I certainly am, that food looked stellar."
>Following the orange pony into the barn, you can't help but notice how quick and wide her tail moves from side to side, almost like a windshield wiper.
>You are now Applejack.
>Are you doing this right?
>Your purposefully shake your tail rapidly, wafting your... scent about.
>If granny saw you now...
>You are Anon once more.
>Applejack sits you down at the now candlelit table, blushing.
>"W-well. Eat up!"
>She takes her pick of the apple fritter and you take a slice of apple pie.
>It's good, but it seems both your mind and Applejack's is elsewhere.
>She looks your way every couple of seconds, then points her gaze back down to her food.
>The room is awkward, to say the least.
"The food is g-"
>"Alright Ahnon, jus tell me how ta do it, ah give up."
"W-what?"
>Apples looks up at your with her big emerald eyes.
>"I dunno how this In-de-pants-dance day works. Do I feed you and then I go in yer pants, or-"
"Uh..."
Cont.
>>27817694
>"Ah fooey! I knew I shoulda asked more about the celebration itself. Time ta improvise..."
>Applejack flips the table, the food falling to the floor.
>What a waste of good foo-
>The orange pony has grappled onto you now, her vagina in your face as she tries to get past your belt and into your trousers.
>"I-is it supposed to be this hard to get past Ahnon!?" She says, struggling with the belt buckle in her mouth.
"What are you talking about? I thought we were celebrating Independence Day, not Valentines!"
>Ba dum tish.
>Applejack's legs flail dangerously close to your neck and face while she gets her head past your waist line.
>You've seen those teeth devour too many innocent apples, and they are too close to your manhood.
>"St-sthap strugglin' Anon! How am I supposed ta dance when your moving so much? Or is that the point?"
"N-no! Get out of my pants! This has nothing to do with Independence Day!"
>Applejack has manages to get her entire head into your pants, which, while admirable, is not good.
>"Consarnet! What is this thing that keeps touchin' mah face? Is this apart of the celebration Anon?"
>Oh god.
"Do NOT touch that, I repeat-"
>"Ah'm gonna bite it!"
"DO NOT-"
>Life is pain.
>You are Applejack.
>Anon seems to have passed out, probably due to your intense celebration.
>Due to your wit and quick thinking, you were able to salvage what was shaping out to be an awkward night.
>Well done Applejack!
>And they say you're a silly pony!
>You showed them!
>Only problem now is that you're stuck in Anon's pants.
>Maybe you're supposed to be this way until the night is over?
>You'll do it for Anon.
>You sit your flank down, which happens to be on...
>Ohhh...
>Anon's face.
>How lewd.
>You absent-mindlessly grind yourself against his face.
>Maybe this wait won't be so bad after all.
>There's also this thing in Anon's pants to play with.
>The fireworks go off in the night, displaying the red white and blue.
>Thanks Applebloom.
The end.
What a fucking mess.
>>27817815
>horse raep
A-anon... How did you know that was my fetish senpai?
>>27818141I knew because you're in this thread.
The grand paradox of Flutterrape is that, while we write stories of Anon abhoring and avoiding rape, we all want him to be raped.
Any news on the Glimglam story Anon?
>You sit at your desk, the page in front of you, pencil in hand.
>With a sigh, you begin to trace each word a single letter at a time.
>Memories of a forgotten day.
>Dreams of a forgotten world.
>A world of dreams that you only visit in the evenings, with closed eyes and open mind.
>She had long, black hair, a gentle smile, a love of books.
>The grass was soft, the sun was shining brightly.
>There was a breeze that lifted her hair in the breeze.
>She said her eyes were brown, but you could have sworn they had an amber color to them, reminiscent of resin gems that held ancient relics of a past long forgotten.
>A past that you can't reach, no matter how hard you cling to it.
>A world you cannot rejoin.
>You remember the softness of the blankets, the wine, her laugh, her skin.
>The gentle heat of her breath as you held her in your arms.
>You sigh, setting the pencil aside.
>What's the point?
>Earth is miles away.
>Everything in your dreams is just a dream.
>She has no name, no voice.
>Just an imaginary construction, a flowing white dress, and a gentle touch.
>It was a way your mind tries to cope with the loneliness in Equestria, you are almost sure of it.
>But, when you wake up, you can't help but wish and stay in that dream, to go back to the place of the mysterious woman.
>Instead, this world has nothing to offer you.
>No future partner. No family.
>Only a handful of creature comforts, and a few measly bits for your day-to-day troubles.
>Is this all there is?
>Is this all there is to your life?
>Scooting away from the desk, your dream, you pace the floor in a melancholy.
>What is left?
>What is left for you?
>There's a knock at the door.
>You know who it is instantly.
>Who else could it be?
>Fluttershy.
>Moving to the door, you place your hand on the doorknob, but stop.
>You rest your forehead against the door, and close your eyes.
>A swell of emotion lifts in your chest.
>You know, today might just be a good day to just... talk to her.
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>>27820471
>Fluttershy probably isn't that bad of a pony once she gets her head out of the gutter.
>Everypony else seems to like her, at least.
>Yeah.
>That's it.
>Today, you're gonna talk to her.
>Maybe make a fresh start.
>You open the door wide, smiling to yourself.
"Hey, Fluttershy, What's-"
>You freeze, seeing a flying horse ass directly in front of your eyes.
>Then, without warning, Fluttershy lets loose a large expulsion of gas directly in your face.
>The putrid smell pushes through your nostrils, down your throat, into your taste buds, into your stomach.
>You feel the warmth on your skin. You see the puckering of her horse anus. You hear the rip through the air.
>This mare, in less than 3 seconds, has disgusted you on all five of your senses.
>You back away, choking, your hands on your throat.
>The bile rises in your stomach.
>The pony turns in air, smiling to you.
>"Is farting your fetish, Anon?" she says happily.
>You fall to your knees, coughing, trying to get air, but you can taste the fecal pungency on your tongue.
>The smell of rotten eggs pushes through your house as you feel the acid in your stomach push to the surface.
>The boiling sensation pushes forward and boils over into the real world.
>Vomit splatters onto the floor.
>Fluttershy stares at you in silence, as you stare at the soiled floor of your home.
>"S-should I take your silence as a yes?" she asks innocently.
"Get the FUCK out!" you scream at her.
>"Meep!" she squeeks loudly, then flies off your front porch, leaving you alone.
>Tears form in your eyes as you try to rise back to your feet.
>You look back to the piece of paper sitting on your desk.
>You look down to the puddle in front of you.
>You look down within yourself, wondering who you really are.
>Wondering if this is really all there is.
>With a sigh, you move into your kitchen, taking a roll of paper towels from above the toaster.
>You pause, staring at the device, then move back to clean up your mess.
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>>27820481
You've been writing a lot about vomit recently Priest.
Should we be concerned?
>>27821137
Naw. Nothin worththrowing upon the internet.
>>27821790
Bamp
Good morning bump
Bamp
Bumparum.
Bump simulator boys, we're back in buisness!
>>27820471
For a greentext, this is some quality scribbling. Well done FP.
Zump
>You bump your tongue around the inside of Fluttershy's delicious horse anus
>And you dont throw up because you are not a silly billy who likes a pretty pink pony princess
>This actions taken has saved you from page 9 and you will happily do it again.
>>27821704
>Pinkie Pie insists on coming to your house every morning pretending she's drunk.
>Ponyville is part of a dry county.
>Fucking slut.
>>27770151
>Why must they die?
Because propellers need to eat too. It is simply Nature's way anon.
Also, haven't been here in a while. Anyone got a "must read" list of completed flutterrape green?
>>27828612
http://pastebin.com/3L5DMZHi
Go to the bottom of the pastebin for the best.
Many great stories out there though.
>>27828688
Thx anon. That was an interesting read since I didn't know any of the political details ITT.
I think i know most of those stories already but I'll sift thru them for fresh gold.
>>27829363
Well if you want a good writefag, I recommendPicklehead42
>>27829363
Shame that the claim of completed in that list isn't true, like Corruption which I've wanted clever to finish forever. I see he's actually written recently but I'm not gonna get up hopes of him finishing old stuff.
Goodnight bump
Wake up u slut
>>27828688
It's spelled Stumbleine
