Title:           [Classic FR] CPR
Author:          Etiquette
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/SbJbXDE0
First Edit:      Thursday 11th of April 2013 10:58:14 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 11th of April 2013 10:58:14 PM CDT

>Day gun control in Equestria.
>It's a bright and sunny day and warmth and happiness spill through your curtains.
>You hate it.
>Take a lighter and set fire to them.
>That'll teach them to be so lenient with the riff-raff that gets through.
>Head to the bathroom and perform your morning routine.
>Dry off and put on some boxers.
>Hear a knocking at the door.
>Grumble.
I swear to Celestia, Fluttershy. If you're wearing candy underwear again...
>Swing open the door.
>Your worst fears are realized this day.
>Fluttershy's wearing a leather (don't ask) vest with a sheriff's badge, a Stetson hat, a bandolier, and some ass-less apple-bottom jeans.
>You gag from the sight.
>Oh, and she's got the boots with the spur...
>Lovely...
>"H-Hi, Anon... Are c-c-cowp0nies your f-fetish?"
If they were, don't you think I would've fucked Applejack by now?
>She looks to the ground dejectedly.
>"H-Haven't you?"
>You grin and puff out your chest.
Well yes, but that's beside the point.
>She huffs and gathers up her courage.
>"Well, I can be an even better cowp0ny than her! I even found this thingy."
>She removes an antique-looking six-shooter from its holster.
>Oddly, it's designed the same as the ones from Earth.
>You know, the ones made to be held by HUMAN FUCKING HANDS...
>She fumbles with the gun between her hooves.
>"S-Stupid thing... Why is it so heavy? And hard to hold?"
>FUCK THAT NOISE.
>Slap that shit out of her hooves.
>Watch it tumble in slow-motion through the air before clattering down to the ground.
>Breathe a sigh of relief.
>"Ouch... W-What was that f-for?"
You could hurt somep0ny with that thing, Fluttershy.
>"O-Oh..."
>She fidgets and rubs the back of her hoof nervously.
>"I wouldn't mind if you h-hurt me..."
>She bends over to gives you a clear view of her salivating mare pussy-mouth.
>Nope.
>Fuck this gay Equestria.
>You're done here.
>Walk over and pick up the gun.
>Place the end of the barrel to your temple.
>Stare straight at Fluttershy.
>And pull the trigger.
 
>Wake up.
>Groggy.
>Slowly open your eyes.
>A blurry yellow and white horse are craned over you.
>How the fuck?
Where... Where am I?
>Nurse Redheart speaks up. "You're at the hospital, Anon. Fluttershy brought you here after she revived you."
>You turn to Fluttershy.
>She beams at you.
You... revived me...?
>She nods.
How?
>"CPR."
>Blink.
>U wut m8?
You gave me mouth-to-mouth...?
>She licks her lips and nods again.
For a bullet wound to the head?
>You look incredulously to Nurse Redheart.
>She eyes her clipboard and shrugs. "It's medically sound to me."
>Fluttershy flies up to you. "Want to go for round t-two?"
>Push her out of the way and stand up.
I'm going home.
>Nurse Redheart mutters something. "Oh Anon, about that... They say your house burned down earlier today. Something about curtains... I wasn't really paying attention."
>Fluttershy's wings pop out. "You can st-st-stay with me, Anon."
>Watch as a puddle of her juices forms beneath her.
>Fucking curtains...