Title:           Flutterrape Tripod
Author:          Anonymous
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/h2WAvQXN
First Edit:      Thursday 10th of July 2014 12:39:07 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 10th of July 2014 12:39:07 AM CDT

>Flutterrape:
>Fluttershy wants Anon, but Anon doesn't want her
>Fluttershy is willing to do anything. ANYTHING.
>Fluttershy tries to identify Anon's fetishes, to entice him
 
>knock at the door
>not gonna answer, it's probably her
>"Anon? Can you help me?"
>not gonna
>"Please?"
>sigh
>open the door
>Fluttershy is wearing a weird gown
>covers her from neck to hooves, except the wings
>"Thanks for opening the door. I couldn't have gotten it myself."
"What do you want now, Fluttershy?"
>"I just wanted to drop by and say hi, Anon."
>she walks into house
>she sort of hops as she comes in
>like she's limping
>"Actually, Anon, I wanted to say that I noticed a week ago in the market, when you were looking at that one mare, Petunia."
>who the f is Petunia?
"..."
>"Oh, don't be coy, Anon. Petunia. She's the one who lost a leg in a timberwolf attack when she was a filly."
>shit
>"So... I dropped by the hospital last week, after one of my animals gave me a nasty chomp..."
>shit
>she tries to dramatically pull off the gown-thing
>she falls on her face
>"Ow!" she whimpers
>"Um, could you help me? I can't get this gown off with only one front leg."
 
>One week ago:
>Anon was in the marketplace buying food
>buying eggs from Fluttershy
>gazes at mare he would later find out is named Petunia
>has never seen a pony amputee before
>not really interested, just an unexpected sight
>doesn't notice Fluttershy following his gaze
>goes and buys other food
>doesn't see Fluttershy leave her stand
>doesn't see her buy some barbecue sauce
 
>now:
>on the floor crosslegged
>Fluttershy in lap
>blubbering
>tissue after tissue held against her warm yellow nose
>"...and I tried to feed Angel, but the salad bowl slipped, and he wouldn't eat it off the floor..."
>tissue
>"...I can't hold the chair, so I have to feed the tiger from above, she hates that..."
>tissue
>"...can't collect the eggs anymore..."
>tissue
>she falls asleep in lap
>all cried out
>calmly and quietly let her sleep off the bad decision
 
>fall asleep
>wake up to weird nudging
>she's poking morning wood with her stump
>brush her aside
>"Hmph. So... I could use an extra hoof-- I mean, hand, around the house. Egg collecting and all that. Would you be interested?"
>tell her about homeless unicorn amputee from another greentext
>her disappointment is palpable
 
>next day in the marketplace:
>she's selling eggs as usual on a Thursday
>her foreleg stump is covered with a gorgeous yellow sequined artificial leg that goes all the way down to a false porcelain hoof
>her other foreleg is covered in a matching sleeve
>clearly Rarity's work
>she smiles coyly
>the game begins anew