Title:           Citron's Flutterrape Story
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Saturday 16th of August 2014 06:18:15 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 16th of August 2014 06:18:15 PM CDT

>Yellowquiet waves over a server. He's a handsome little thing, a brown colt with a darker brown mane. He's got the nicest little smile as she says something to him, gesturing at one of the drinks. Her hoof hovers over it for a second oddly, and it looks like it.. fizzes? It looks normal now, so whatever. Maybe she jostled the damn thing.
 
>He comes right up to you as you bite the olive off of the toothpick in your old drink, letting the wood nestle between your teeth. "A drink, courtesy of the mare," Prettyboy explains, nudging his head backwards coyly. "Lucky guy."
 
>You cringe inwardly, just before you turn up your horse charm.
 
"I'd feel luckier if I got it from you directly, cutie."
 
>Big, blue eyes get even bigger, and his cheeks get this adorable shade of pink. "I - Oh, I.. um," He swallows.
>Your pants begin to tent as you imagine him swallowing the fruit of a possible affection of yours.
 
>Alas, it seems not to be. He smiles sheepishly at you as you lift the glass from his hoof before he canters off, leaving you with a parting glance of a rounded ass that neatly frames a depiction of an hourglass.
 
>Oh well.
 
>Your vision sours as Yellowquiet comes near, apparently she didn't hear you hit on Prettyboy. It'd sure clear up whatever the hell is going on in her head.
>She smiles brightly as you take a deep gulp of your drink, trying to put off the marigold whore.
"So, what do you do for a living, miss..?"
 
>"Fluttershy. I work in the animal shelter, but most of my work involves being an on-call veterinarian."
 
"Is that right?"
>You legitimately do not care.
 
>She nods, excitement in her tone. "Yes! After demonstrating what I can do for ponies' pets, the hospital even lets me borrow some of their medical stock.
 
"Yeah?"
>You find your daydreaming even more relaxing than usual. Pert, chocolate brown stallion rump bouncing in your lap.. You're focusing on every couple of words she says, but no way in hell are you going to be able to keep up an intelligent conversation.
 
>"Mmhmm. Bandages, salves, painkillers.."
 
>A hand raises, rubbing at your scalp. You're.. feeling a little dizzy. This can't be good.
 
>Fluttershy gives you a coy look as she puts a little emphasis on her next word.
>".. Tranquilizers.."
 
>Ohfuckno.gif
 
"Hey, what the fu.."
 
>The word dies in your throat. Your body slumps, and her hooves reach up to catch you. She laughs, covering your muting protests.
>"Haha! Anon had a little too much to drink.."
>This little bitch smiles in a perfect impersonation of the truly skittish colt from earlier - She's using her anxiety as a cover. You're unable to protest as she begins ferrying you off to fuck knows where.
 
>Shit. Shit. Shit.
 
>doo wee wooooo
 
"Fuckin'.."
 
>Your lips feel a little dry, and your eyes open. It's still night., judging from the darkness inside of this dwelling. It looks like a log cabin, to you. You attempt to reach up and rub at your eyes a little, but you can't, as a bit of rope is keeping both of your hands tied like cuffs to the frame of this small cot you're on.
 
>"Oh good, you're waking up.."
 
>A chill runs up your spine. You look across the room as a dull throb makes itself known in your head, your body's numbness washing away progressively with each second. It's chilly.
 
>Oh, you don't have pants on. Or underwear.
 
>You frown at your flaccid penis, before peering past your mast at the mare lifting from her chair. She lifts on her hindlegs and starts crawling on the bed. "I've wanted you ever since I first saw you, Anon."
 
"Look, lady, I don't-"
 
>One of her hooves poke your wang. "Now now, don't give me any of that. I've slipped you something else while you were out."
 
>You're more indignant than afraid at this point.
"What the fuck else?"
 
>She smiles, and it gets wider as horror creeps into your mind.. You look at the lower half of your body. Seemingly of it's own volition, your dick is stiffening in the presence of a creepy horse. A girl one, at that. As you come to grips with this erection, Fluttershy turns around, and pushes her ass at your cock.
 
>"Why, aphrodesiacs, for those little bunnies who just can't get it up for babymaking."
 
>Well, fuck. You slump back, the tug on your binds making the wooden frame creak. Resigned, you close your eyes and think of Braeburn.