Title:           Anon's Fetish is WHAT? (FluttershyxAnon)
Author:          Friendly_Writefriend
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/yCcYxCbz
First Edit:      Saturday 5th of March 2016 12:42:26 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 5th of March 2016 12:42:26 AM CDT

Made this quick one-shot for the Flutterrape general a couple months back. Found it in my documents folder. Enjoy!
 
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>Morning in Equestria.
>The birds sing and dance in the early light.
>Light that filters through your flowing pink mane.
>You are Fluttershy.
>And once again, you're going to try to guess Anon's fetish.
>Not a day has gone by since he arrived that you haven't knocked upon his door.
>Eventually, the two of you settled on a system.
>Only once a day, one guess each.
>A small, coy smile crosses your lips.
>It was only a matter of time.
>As you approach Anon's house, you peek into his kitchen window, as per custom.
>Anything to try and garner another clue.
>You quiver at the knees as you see him at his table with his Wheaties.
>He checks his wristwatch, and you start to thinking.
'A-anon knows our schedule..'
'M-maybe..'
>You raise your delicate hoof to his door, knocking twice, as usual.
>You can hear the scraping of the chair against hardwood flooring.
>The doorhandle clatters as he pulls it open.
>Anon sighs exhasperatedly.
>"Hello, Fluttershy."
"H-hello Anon.. I was wondering.."
"..am *I* your fetish, Anon?"
>Three seconds tick by on the clock in his hallway.
>A trickle of sweat beats on his temple.
>Your heart trills in your chest.
>"No Fluttershy, you are not my fetish."
>Your face is downcast as he slams the door unceramoniously in your face.
>A little harder than usual today.
>You sniffle softly as tears start to well in your eyes.
>You thought you had him today.
>You guess not.
>As you sigh softly and turn away, you stop when you hear it.
>A sound you've never heard coming from the other side of Anon's front door.
>You press your ear to the door to listen closer.
>"Dammit Fluttershy. Dammit."
>Curious, you take a peek through the window on Anon's door.
>And widen your eyes as you see him on his knees with his pants down.
>Furiously attending to his.. thing.
>"How did you find out, dammit? How?!"
>A blush creeps across your face as you watch the object of your obsession obsessing over you.
>"Fluttershy!"
>Your precious Anon cries out as he reaches his end.
>You smile to yourself.
>Looks like you finally guessed his fetish.