[FR Sing-Alongs] A Thing Called Love

Once you get to the YouTube link, start it and read along. Keep reading, even after the lyrical parts. I synced the narration to fill the time between lyrics, at least as far as my own reading pace is concerned. I hope it isn't too difficult to keep up. Enjoy.

 

>Day Hair Metal Revival in Equestria.

>Wake up to the same mobile of a starship, a planet, and a few stars above your bed.

>Sure it's childish.

>But you were basically just renting this place from Mayor Mare.

>She told you not to touch anything.

>And you do NOT fuck with the mayor.

>Well, except for that one time she offered you a place to stay in exchange for a rut.

>But no one can know you're a horsefucker.

>You're sure it'd get around to Fluttershy somehow.

>Besides, that's not even the kind of fucking you were talking about.

>Geez, self.

>Get your own mind out of the gutter.

>But seriously, you're pretty sure that Mayor Mare breaks knees.

>And you like being able to walk.

>Speaking of...

>You get up and begin your morning routine, a little later than usual.

>You're in the middle of brushing your teeth when that familiar knocking resonates through your abode.

>*pomfpomfpomf*

>You hastily finish brushing your teeth and spit into the sink.

Coming!

>You shout towards the door.

>"I sh-sure h-hope so..." Fluttershy half-squeaks back.

>You look at yourself in the mirror.

So this is my life, huh?

>You sigh and splash your face with water.

>Whelp. Best get on with it...

>You walk to the door, sigh again, and swing it open.

What's the plan today, Flutterbutt?

>She's dressed in a white one-piece bodysuit.

>It's cut down the middle all the way until just before her crotch.

>Her pink hair is frizzed out and wavy and falls disheveledly across both sides of her face.

>Executing wut_face.exe

>Error: File not found.

>You can't even wut properly...

Fluttershy... What are you-?

>She lifts a hoof to silence you.

 

>Suddenly music starts to play from somewhere.

http://youtu.be/sRYNYb30nxU?t=12s

>"Anon. There's so-something I have to t-tell you."

>You raise an eyebrow curiously.

>"And it has to be do-done in song. I-It just HAS to."

Okay, Fluttershy, but-

>Suddenly drums.

But why the costume? And the hair? And how is this even happening?

>"I had Twilight cast a spell."

Fucking ma-

>"I CAN'T EXPLAIN ALL THE FEELINGS THAT YOU'RE MAKING ME FEEEEEL!"

>She interrupts your belittlement of the arcane arts and you take a step back in shock.

>"MY HEART'S IN OVERDRIVE AND YOU'RE BEHIND THE STEERING WHEEL!"

>You get your resolve back and furrow your brows.

Ponies don't even know what steering wheels ARE, Fluttershy!

>She flies closer. "TOUCHING YOUUUU!"

>She grabs your hand and guides it to her chest. "TOUCHING MEEEEE!"

>She pokes your hand into her shirt. "TOUCHING YOUUUU!

>"GOD, YOU'RE TOUCHING MEEEE!"

>Her eyes roll back and she moans.

>You grimace and try to pull your hand back, but she holds it tight.

>"I BELIEVE IN A THING CALLED LOVE, JUST LISTEN TO THE RHYTHM OF MY HEART!"

>"THERE'S A CHANCE WE COULD MAKE LOVE NOW, WE'LL BE RUTTING TILL THE SUN GOES DOWN!"

>"I BELIEVE IN A THING CALLED LOVE!"

Ughhh... *hurk*

>You start to retch and pull your hand back violently.

>You try to retreat inside, but Fluttershy follows you in before you can close the door.

>You run to your room, YellowRape hot on your heels.

>"I WANNA KISS YOU EVERY MINUTE, EVERY HOUR, EVERY DAAAY!"

>You close the door before 'Shy can get in.

>"YOU GOT ME IN A SPIN BUT EVERYTHING IS A-OKAAAAY!"

Fluttershy, just leave me alone!

>You lean against the door.

>"But I want to be TOUCHING YOUUU!"

>"And for you to be TOUCHING MEEEEE!"

>"TOUCHING YOUU! Oh please be TOUCHING MEEEEE!"

>You hear the handle jiggling.

>Somehow she busts through.

 

>"I BELIEVE IN A THING CALLED LOVE!"

>Shit, she's inside!

>"JUST LISTEN TO THE RHYTHM OF MY HEART!

>Nowhere to run.

>"THERE'S A CHANCE WE CAN MAKE LOVE NOW!"

>Look at the window behind you.

>"WE'LL BE RUTTING TILL THE SUN GOES DOWN!"

>Dive through it.

>"I BELIEVE IN A THING CALLED LOOOVE!"

AAAAAHHH!

>You hit the ground, tuck, and roll.

>She flies out after you. "GUITAR!"

>A seven-string guitar flies out of thin air and Fluttershy starts to shred on it.

>No time to congratulate yourself on your landing.

>You high-speed nope your way to P0nyville proper.

>P0nies are waving at you and Fluttershy, who just so happens to be flying right behind you, like everything is perfectly normal.

>Fuck this place.

>Fucking magic...

>As you're running you spot Mayor Mare.

>She's the first p0ny to give you a curious look.

>She probably noticed the glass and blood you're covered in.

>Thing's aren't really looking too good right now.

>Fluttershy's gaining on you.

>She's never been this fast before.

>Why now?

>Because fuck you, that's why.

>She's inching closer and closer, despite your efforts to duck and weave through alleyways, buildings, and market stands.

>Turns out you're no Ezio Auditore.

>For a moment you try running in large concentric circles, but Fluttershy wises up to your gambit.

>She lines herself up with you.

>And tackles you to the ground, snuggling you hard.

>"TOUCHING YOUUUU!"

>"TOUCHING MEEEE!"

>"TOUCHING YOU, GOD YOU'RE TOUCHING MEEEE! AAAAAH!"

>You feel a wet sensation on your leg.

>"I BELIEVE IN A THING CALLED LOVE!"

>It can't end like this.

>"JUST LISTEN TO THE RHYTHM OF MY CLIT!"

>Not after all your effort.

>"WITH A CHANCE, WE COULD MAKE IT WORK!"

>Must get free...

>"I JUST HAVE TO FIND YOUR FETISH QUIRK!"

>You shove her off.

>"I BELIEVE IN A THING CALLED LOOOOVE! AAAAAAAANON!"

 

>You make another dash for it, using up all your reserve strength.

>You run until you lose feeling in your legs.

>They might just fly off at this point.

>You keep checking over your shoulder to see if the yellow menace is still in pursuit.

>Eventually, somehow, you manage to lose her.

>You duck inside an alley and try to recuperate.

>Your chest is heaving and your lungs burn for oxygen.

>You part your lips and your throat makes a *guh* sound from lack of moisture.

Thank.

Fucking.

God.

>You close your eyes and just try to breathe.

>Suddenly, there's a sharp pain in your shins.

>You scream in agony and open your eyes, but the pain blurs your vision.

>You slip into unconsciousness.

 

>You wake up later to a familiar space ship.

>Your legs are still throbbing.

>In front of you stands a grey mare with a white mane holding a baseball bat.

>"You break my window, I break your legs."

>You groan and lay back in bed.

>At this point, maybe you should have just settled for

>Fucking Fluttershy.