Title: Day I have no idea what I'm Doing pt 2 Author: ChallengerAppeared Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/tLwD27SK First Edit: Wednesday 26th of June 2013 02:50:42 AM CDT Last Edit: Wednesday 26th of June 2013 02:50:42 AM CDT >Wake up, the ropes restraining you are gone >You remember what your mother told you about contrived conveniences >You then remember you were a genetic experiment and that you have no mom >Cry in the shower for 30 minutes upon realizing this unfortunate fact >After that ordeal, you head down to the farm >You find yourself zoning out while going about your daily chores >Out of the corner of your eye, you see a bush with yellow legs, scurrying about >Woah, what's this sense of deja-vu about >Oh crap, you remember now! "HEY COCOA PUFFS, ARE THERE WALKING BUSHES IN EQUESTRIA?" >"MY NAME IS APPLEJACK, AND NO" >You were right >That was a silly bush >And now its gone >Weird >Having plucked all the apples from the tree in front of you, you move on to the next >You spy a pair of yellow wings poking out of this one >Wait, Wings? "CAPTAIN CRUNCH, ARE THERE FLYING TREES IN EQUESTRIA?" >"MY NAME IS APPLEJACK, AND AGAIN, NO" "Silly tree, trees do not fly" >As you extend the many tendrils from your back to reach for the glistening fruit, you hear a small "eep" >You work quickly, stripping the tree of all of its apples >As you work, you hear a slight dripping sound, and notice a slightly fishy odor coming from the tree >Silly tree, fish do not grow on...wait "COUNT CHOCHULA, DO-" >"MY! NAME! IS! APPLEJACK! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU "OKAY, SORRY APPLE JUICE" >"AAAAUUUUUGH" >The rest of the day goes smoothly >Your tentacles are normally used to heft entire schoolgirls, so lugging around the baskets of apples is easy work >And of course, you can lug around, like, 10 at a time >Whenever you do this, apple rhubarb always follows behind you, panting heavily >She works so hard, and must be really tired, but she still makes sure that you don't drop any >What a nice boss >After a long day of work, the sun begins to set >You lug the last of the baskets back to the barn, collect your pay and head home, munching on a apple you sneaked by applecrisp >You never did fix the door >As you walk through your door-hole- >"BAAAAAAANZAAAAAAAAIIIII" >As you turn towards the ceiling, you are greeted by yellow mare vag speeding towards your face "Hi, my name's a-" >THUMP, out you go again >You wake up, tied to a chair, a yellow fuzz atop your lap >"O-oh, you're awake. Good. >"I know your weakness" "My what? What are you on about, silly horse?" >Your blood runs cold as she produces a jar of peanut butter >Where the hell was she even carrying that? "You wouldn't dare" >"I would" "No, I'll never....wait. What the hell am i even supposed to be resisting?" >"You're going to fuck me, right here, right now, or i'll...erg...stupid jar!" >She seems to be struggling to open the jar >As she attempts to brute force her way in with her giant chompers, you struggle against your restraints >No use, this is looking bad "NO. NONONONONONON-" >The lid pops off, but to your relief, its a new jar, the seal is still on >Your relief dissipates as she grabs the seal's tab in her teeth "OKAY! FINE! I'LL DO IT" >She flings the jar aside, hopping off of your chest, and prancing giddily around your chair a few times before finally undoing your ropes >You scowl as you rub the burns on your arms from the ropes, and extend a single tendril, sheepishly, from your back >She presents herself to you and your urge to vomit kicks in >You look away as you squeamishly insert a single tendril into her sopping marehood, and proceed to pump away >What the hell was this mare's problem >Its not like you as- >"I want another one" "What?" >"You have more, i want more! Play rough with me...." >Afraid of the peanut menace, you oblige her and extend another tentacle >Hoping to silence further demands, you slide it into her mouth, and start pounding away at her throat >Where were you? >Oh right >You never asked for this. You never asked to be some sort of rape machine >She seems to be really enjoying herself, though. >Is this what you were meant to do? You were no horsefucker, >Well, you are now... >But was this what you wer- >"mmmmph hm aam ah aaah" >You look up from your thinking and find her pointing squarely at her ass, a glazed look in her eyes "You want it in your ass?" >"mmph" >You sigh "Fine" >You remove your tentacle, soaking in juice and replace it with another >You press your drenched appendage against her tight asshole, eliciting a soft moan from your "victim" >The added lubrication allow you to easily slide into her moist cavern >This pushes her over the edge, as within seconds she violently spasms and spews what must have been a gallon of juice all over your floor >Now you have clean that up >You pull your tendrils from her various orifices, as she collapses to the ground, panting and still dripping with fluid >"Wanna go again?" >Something snaps in your head at this remark, as you wrap one of your tentacles around her midsection, and march out the hole in your house >"Oh, and to answer your question, i'm fluttershy" >Mustering all the strength it can give, you hurl the yellow rapist as far as you can >As she flies, you hear >"Maybe tomorrow then" >You turn back to your house, surveying the GIANT FUCKING HOLE, and now the massive puddles of fluttercum all over the floor "Fucking Fluttershy"