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Slasher Mashup Part 4

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>The train wreck lies undisturbed throughout the night.
>Not a sound or anything alive could be heard from the derailed carts as the starry night sky and the moon light cascaded the surrounding landscape in a soft supernatural glow.
>Smoke and steam continue to softly waft from the engine into thin wispy tails high into the sky.
>It was an eerie sight to behold.
>Within the confines of the train there was cargo.
>Stacks upon stacks of metal barrels bearing strange symbols and markings.
>The bindings that held the barrels secure finally snap and crash to the floor.
>The falling barrels crash through the cart door and roll down the train aisle.
>As the barrels came to a halt, everything seemed to come to a standstill.
>A weak metal groaning is heard.
>The containers started to bulge and rumble, like a violent beast within was unleashed, or as if someone read an unhappy ending to Jibber’s story.
>All the barrels began to shake violently, and like an over shaken pop can, a green liquid sprays from the weaken points in the barrel.
>Green liquid sprays throughout the insides of the train and all over Cog’s body.
>A loud hissing grows even louder until finally the metal barrels exploded in an orgasm of green glowing goo.
>The entire inside of the trains was coated in the volatile mixture and coats every dead p0ny within the trains.
>A soft green glow pours from the windows of the train and onto the landscape around.
>The bubbling goo coats and sticks to the body of every p0ny on the train. It thickens and plops in one big steamy mass.
>As the noxious fumes waft into the air, something begins to change.
>Life is given back.
>The p0nies that were once dead began to move, slowly at first. But their actions become livelier as they regain consciousness.
>Out of the green ooze bursts forth a hand. A horrible human like hand with huge fingers.
>These weren’t properly proportionate hands, but they were way too big to be human.
>Not just one hand, but many hands start to rise forth from the glowing ooze.
>Hands that were once hooves begin to rise out of the green sludge and groggily reach out to grab something.
>Out of the slime come not ponies, but a threat far greater than ever thought possible.
>Mutated into horrible abominations of bipedal type creatures with human like characteristics, they pull themselves from the green slime, moaning and groaning at being given a new chance at life.
>High above this horrific scene Alex, the Narrator of Flutterrape is narrating these events, and he has never seen anything quite like this.
>In all his life he never thought this would happen-
>One of the mutants sticks their head out of the train window and yells at him, “SHUT THE FUCK UP, ALEX! GODDAMMIT, WE JUST WOKE UP AFTER BEING RESSURECTED AND ALREADY WE HAVE TO LISTEN TO YOUR GOB!!!”
>You are now Celestia.
>You wake up as it’s still dark outside.
>You can feel the tug of the sun on your horn, wanting to make its majestic arc across the sky.
>It will wait for nop0ny, but you are needed to guide its path across the heavens.
>You get up out of bed.
>Your astral presence negates the need for a shower.
>You smell of cream and spring flowers eternally.
>You in fact hate the smell, but it’s a small price to pay for immortality.
>You yawn and drag your hooves over to the coffee maker.
>You set it going, then stumble over to the corner of the room.
>You back up your rump against the tube in the corner of the room.
>It’s more of a shower cubicle, but it has an elevator inside.
>You use a hind leg to kick the service button.
>Shortly after you hear a *PING* as the elevator arrives.
>The door slides open and your pleasure ape steps out of the elevator with a grunt.
>He’s been well trained, and looks so cute in his uniform.
>Actually, this one is more of a gorilla.
>But his meaty hands simply have more power behind them than other apes.
>It’s perfect for your daily morning rump massage.
>He gets started, grabbing your flanks roughly.
>Ooh... That’s the stuff.
>It’s not quite as good as coffee, but it still gets your motor going in the morning.
>He rubs your cutie marks, digging his thumbs into your flesh.
>You offered Anon this job when he arrived in Equestria.
>He declined.
>He doesn’t know what he’s missing out on.
>The coffee maker dings to let you know that your delicious java is ready.
>It’s amazing stuff, imported from the far colonies of Coltlumbia.
>Best hostile takeover you ever ordered.
>You trot forward, eager for your amazing life giving caffeine potion.
>Even the smell invigorates you from across the room.
>The pleasure ape grunts and starts ooking angrily.
>He was evidently enjoying your pillowy posterior.
>Well, it’s not about what he wants.
>You’re the goddamn ruler of Equestria.
>You kick the elevator button again with your hind leg and his tantrum is nipped in the bud by the door closing.
>He’s sent away swiftly back to the menagerie on the ground floor.
>They can deal with his primal rage.
>You drink your coffee.
>Oh man, that was just what you needed.
>Your morning routine is complete, just in time for the sun to start peeking out over the horizon.
>It’s your time to shine.
>Your horn glows with yellow light as you charge up your spell.
>You levitate in the air as the astral forces swirl around your body.
>Your wings flare, even though you don’t need them.
>It helps stabilize the colossal amounts of energy that are being focused on your body.
>Your horn glows ever brighter until the spell charge reaches its zenith.
>You close your eyes, reaching out towards the heavens with your mind.
>It is a familiar ritual. One that you have done every day for thousands of years.
>You almost subconsciously travel down the well trodden mental pathways through space and establish your link to the heavenly body.
>Your horn channels the energy that you gathered into your tether.
>Using your mana as an anchor you move the sun gently, setting it on its path.
>You release the magic that you had collected.
>It seeps back into the earth which reappropriates it all into its correct laylines.
>You open your eyes and sure enough, like every day, the sun greets you, in its proper place.
>You can’t help but smile at it.
>It cheers you up each time you see it.
>Your mood is soured by remembering today’s important business.
>The issue of Fillyslasher.
>Due to your guards’ incompetence and... sudden overwhelming emotion, they had the sudden urge to leave their posts for a ‘cooperative shower.’
>You had them show you what was so important that they would shirk their duties.
>Disc Ward was right, they could only do that stuff in the shower.
>You grin as you regard the two of them as they lie sleeping in your bed still.
>They were exhausted once you gave them their punishments.
>Raritan still has a grin on his face as he spoons Disc.
>You always thought that Disc Ward would be the big spoon.
>You leave your room and get breakfast.
>After breakfast you head to the throne room to hold court.
>Your advisor is waiting for you.
>You take your seat on the throne, and she takes her place next to you.
“Bring in the next p0ny!”
>It’s the first session of the day, but the phrase is more of a reflex now than anything.
>The doors open and reveals two p0nies.
>One of them is a proud p0ny who trots with high strides.
>He is dressed in a pith helmet and tan jacket.
>This is Scrabhunter.
>He is a big game hunter, so you’ve been told.
>The other is completely contrary to the first.
>He shuffles in meekly, head held low.
>He wears a trenchcoat and fedora – both of which went out of fashion years ago.
>He also sports a headset under his hat.
>He’s... muttering to himself?
>”Wuten walks into the throne room, intimidated by its imposing architecture...”
>He’s narrating.
>He’s actually narrating.
>This is Wuten, the king of spaghetti.
>He’s a pastamancer.
>You lean down to talk to your advisor.
“Are you sure these two are qualified...?” You whisper.
>”They’re the best we can afford, your highness.” She responds.
“What?! Where is our money going?”
>”Blueblood’s hair stylist.”
>Blueblood...
>You’ll deal with him later.
>The two ponies arrive in front of you and kneel.
“Rise.”
>They obey.
“The two of you have been hired to retrieve a very important target. You are to locate me the filly known as Slasher. She has escaped from my dungeon and was last seen heading to P0nyville. Bring her to me. You need not worry about harming her. Bring her back by any means.”
>Scrabhunter takes a step forward and speaks.
>“Understood, your highness. However, I must ask. Why is HE here?”
>He points accusingly at Wuten.
>Wuten simply looks away at a very interesting spot on the floor.
“Wuten is here for the same contract as you. To alleviate any fears you may have; you need not work with him.”
>Scrabhunter’s grim face looks brighter already.
“However, he is competing for the same bounty that you are. Whoever brings the filly to me first will be paid. The other will leave here empty handed.”
>Scrabhunter looks confident suddenly.
>”Ha! Then this will be a doddle. I’ll be back with your filly tomorrow, Baby!”
>He turns about and races out of the room.
>Wuten is left to take the full brunt of your sceptical gaze.
>He starts backing away from you, muttering into his headset.
“Wuten bravely exits the room after telling Celestia not to worry. He will retrieve Slasher first and get the bounty. Then he’ll be able to buy all his new comics!”
>You facehoof.
>After about another 30 seconds of awkward shuffling he finally leaves.
>It’s only then that you notice some kind of red stain on your carpet.
>Is that... pasta sauce?
>You facehoof with your other hoof.
>You’re probably not going to see Fillyslasher again, are you?
>You sigh. It’s too early for this shit.
>You turn to your advisor.
>She wilts under your withering stare.
“Bring me Blueblood. And a stiff drink. And the CVs for alternative advisors.”
>”Y-yes, your highness.”
>She slinks off into the labyrinthine corridors of the palace.
>Today is going to be a long day.
>You are now Clever Dick
>You’ve been researching fetishes of all kinds
>You do Celestia’s work!
>And you are quite proud of it
>But today you’re going to indulge in your fetish
>Well written fanfiction
>It gets you hot and bothered
>You’re going to visit a fellow enthusiast today
>She goes by the penname Lavender Magic
>Her writing is quite fantastic, and she claims to be none other than Twilight Sparkle
>You’re sitting on a carriage pulled by pegasi
>You cannot help but feel guilty
>Your stated reason was for business
>However, your purpose feels more recreational
>The guards land
>You thank them and proceed to Ponyville
>Ah, Ponyville
>It is quite a progressive place despite being in the country
>Nudists, and many depraved ponies call it their home
>Perhaps you should conduct more of your research here
>You smile and adjust your mortarboard
>It takes only a few minutes to arrive at the Golden Oaks Library
>You enter, and see Twilight Sparkle writing something down
>She’s giggling quite a bit
>You approach her with a growing smile on your face
>That’s not the only thing growing though
>Your dick becomes erect at the thought of this new story
>Twilight is your favorite My Gigantic Human fanfiction writer
>She writes about humans raping ponies
>It’s always engaging, grammatically correct, and …arousing
>You trot up to her
>She turns around
>”Oh, Clever you’re quite early!”
>Twilight looks flustered
What’s that you’re writing?
>She puts on a mock frown
>”Now, now Clever just be patient.”
Is it this the next part to the story when Jeremy rumbles your protagonist?
>She shakes her head
>”No no no, that is for another time.”
>She squees
>”This one is an entirely new story!”
>”Well we all know how Jimmy is the shyest of the bunch.”
Go on…
>”So he takes an assertiveness lessons.”
>Brilliant!
A reason to change his character. Perfect!
>”Then he finds Pononymous…and rapes her!”
>Your dick quivers at the thought
>”He’s going to rustle her with her own magic….”
But how?
>You raise a brow
>Humans can’t normally use magic
>Unless…
>You’re about to ask, but she nods
>You lick your lips
>Twilight Sparkle smiles
>”It’s something I sort of fantasize about, a human to magically …um ravish me.”
>She blushes
Oh, I see…
>From her enthusiasm and body language you already figured that out
>There’s an awkward pause
>You lightly chuckle
>Twilight clears her throat
>”Um I guess the conversation is a bit awkward, I never really would think I’d meet a fan in person.”
>She grins sheepishly
>”Not even my assistant really knows I write this, it’s a good thing I went with a penname.”
>Very true
>This isn’t exactly something your friends or family would be proud of
>Especially since My Gigantic Human is intended for young foals
>Twilight continues to blush
>”It’s just that I put my desires into these stories.”
Yes, it has a ton of heart to it
>Twilight Sparkle levitates over a copy of something over to you
>You levitate it and look at the title
>Is that Cuddlerape?
>It’s something you’ve been writing when you weren’t researching fetishes
>Now you’re blushing
It’s not much to rea-
>”No Clever! I love it!”
>Her tail twitches
>”Humans with no genitals? Cuddling to breed?!”
>”It was really hot for some reason!”
>You agree
>Writing it made your cock hard
>It was cleverly written after all
Yes I had much fu-aaaa~
>Your dick is suddenly very warm
>An ethereal stroking can be felt
>You notice Twilight’s horn is glowing
Wh-what are you doing?
>She stops
>”I’m sorry…it’s just that I can finally have somep0ny to share and cherish these stories with.”
>You nod
>”I hear you know a special sort of magic.”
Oh yes, my talent is related to fetishes after all
>”Can you teach me?”
I’d be happy to! They say you’re quite good at learning new kinds of magic
>She blushes again
>”Oh um yeah I guess so.”
Well, you have one aspect of it down, we need to um….pleasure each other.
>This is the first lesson in fetishistic magic
>You must have the mindset to do it
>To attain it
>You must jerk your subject
>As they jerk you
>Usually multiple subjects are involved
>This creates a sort of “circlejerk” as some would call it
>Your horn glows
>You run your magic along her marehood
>It’s very wet
>She moans
>”Aaaaah~”
>Twilight reacts like it’s never been touched that way
>She must be a virgin
>You chuckle
>Twilight takes a few moments to concentrate
>Her horn glows
>You feel that rubbing along your shaft and balls again
>You both have content looks on your face
>But it’s still a bit awkward
Aaaa~ So um why don’t we talk about those stories?
>She nods
>”*unf* So did you read Lexus’ misery?”
>Her magic begins to shift
>It’s stroking becomes harder
>It simulates the feel of warm rings around your cock
Of course. Who hasn’t?
>Your eyes roll to the back of your head
>So arousing!
It huh, is *pant* full of tense moments.
>Twilight bites her lip and nods
>Time to return the favor
>You can feel her clit winking against your magical grip
>You press your magic against it
>Her marehood actually starts to contract as if something were being inserted into it
>You can see her juices puddle to the floor
>The smell of sweet hay drives you wild
>You’re not sure how long you’ll last at this rate
>You are dripping tons of precum
What about Fatal Jimmy?
>Twilight shivers
>” Aaah~! Poor Tom….I cry everytime.”
It was such a powerful moment…. Much like your story when Beavis turned out to be a gelding
>She grins at the praise
>Her magic engulfs your balls entirely
>You nearly collapse to your knees
>It’s so intense!
>Maybe you should reward her
>You cast a particular spell for her
>She likes humans
>You magic begins to take the shape of a human penis
>Or what you imagine what it would look like
>You’re going on monkeys, and apes
>It’s smaller, but can fit entirely inside
>It’s very hard
>And has a similar but somewhat different shape
Twilight, your dream is about to come true
>Her eyes widen
>The magical penis enters her
>She moans
>It hilts and begins to thrust in and out of her
>”Yes! Don’t stop!”
>The thrusting becomes stronger, and stronger
>Her folds begin to quiver
>She contracts around it tightly and winks like crazy
>”AAAAAAaaaaa~!”
>Juices flow out everywhere as Twilight orgasms
>Her magic tightens around your length extremely tightly
>Even tighter than you thought was possible
>You let out a loud grunt as you release
>Your seed spills everywhere
>That was epic…
>After a while you both are panting in the afterglow
Well…that was …awesome
>Twilight nods
>”We should clean up.”
>She blushes
>You look down
>Luckily the papers were spared
>But the floor around you?
>It’s a slimy mess
>She’s right this needs to be cleaned
Of course
>Twilight flashes you a seductive smile
>”But then we should move our lessons…upstairs.”
>Oh my~
>You are FillySlasher.
>You're with your dream special somep0nies.
>And you are enjoying your time with the Cutie Mark Crusaders.
>The day after they had you sleep over.
>You wanted to try something desperately as you stayed in their clubhouse, but Applejack stayed with you overnight to supervise.
>That was a major wrench in the works.
>You have no idea why they were suspicious...
>/sarcasm
>They want to find their cutie marks.
>You have experience in this area.
>You love giving them suggestions to watch them try.
>Some horrifying, death-defying, some even called for them to experiment.
>Non-sexually of course...
>But this all made you dripping wet.
>Your little fillyhood is sopping.
>And you're not even in estrus.
>Unless that bitch Celestia made it possible...
>You shake your head.
>That's not possible.
>You're just a filly, after all.
>But, you do have a cutie mark....
>Does that make you “of age?”
>You shake your head again.
>You trot with them to their next idea.
>Performing a spitroast.
>"Sure! We'll set it up right now!"
>Wut?
>You're not sure what they mean.
>You have no dick.
>Unless...
>They literally erect a spit.
>And begin roasting vegetables and marshmallows over it.
>Isn't that cannibalism?
>Nevermind.
>The scents waft into your nose.
>Being a pony included that heightened sense of smell.
>Glorious vegetables....
>You're wet again.
>And that marshmallow is all too tantalizing.
>It’s definitely appetizing.
>But these fillies are just too innocent to understand you.
>You realize you've just been cockblocked again.
>You're screaming internally.
>You'll never get any of that sweet filly plot.
>You shake your head.
>Your little filly voice squeaks at them.
“NO! That's not right! Why don't we try something else? Perhaps, synchronized swimming?”
>"Yeah!"
>"I'll get the suits!"
>"And I'll get the music!"
>You rub your hooves together.
>You feel a fire burning in your belly.
>As soon as they get to the part you can see their glorious plots.
>All of a sudden you're hoisted in the air.
>In a net.
>Who has a net in these parts?
>There's a pony wearing a pith helmet.
>He's also wearing khakis.
>They remind you of Daring Do.
>Or adventurers from Earth.
>You're confused.
>"I've finally got you!"
>This pony is fucking insane.
>He's dragging you away in a net.
>Thankfully your teeth have, for once, come in handy.
>You bite his hoof through the net.
>You begin to gallop back around the lake, hopefully not knowing you've escaped.
>You're hiding in the jungle.
>He's walking past with a net-gun mounted to a saddle.
>"Come out, my pretty, I won't hurt you!"
>You don't buy that for a moment.
>He just wants to capture you.
>And rape you.
>Or kill you.
>Wait, that's impossible.
>Or even worse yet.
>Drag you all the way back to Celestia.
>And that's as bad as it can get.
>You rub some mud on your flank, hoping to stick some leaves to it.
>You remember your experience from the Army.
>And that some camouflage is better than none in a situation like this.
>You sneak away from the area with the safari pony, when...
>Suddenly a red unicorn in a trenchcoat comes out of the bushes.
>”P-pl-please come with m-me, little f-filly...” he stutters.
“No way!”
>What is with all these rapists today?
>”O-oh... Okay...”
>He doesn’t really do anything after that.
>He just stands there...
>You sniff the air with your heightened p0ny sense of smell.
>You think you can smell... Marinara sauce?
>The red p0ny stands in front of you awkwardly, shuffling his feet.
>You stand together in deafening silence.
“So... uh... I should probably get going...”
>”N-no! Please don’t!”
>Oh man, this guy is as smooth as sandpaper.
>You feel creeped out just being near him.
>You want to leave, but he looks like he’s going to cry if you do.
>Just then you hear a great wet fart from under his trenchcoat.
>Oh god...
>It smells awful...
>Like rotten vegetables.
>”Hnnngh!”
>His face suddenly contorts into a twisted visage of what you think may be orgasm.
>It could also be misconstrued as him just having been kicked in the balls.
>A creamy white liquid shoots out from under his belly and hits you in the hoof.
“Ewww!”
>”Oh gosh! I’m so sorry! Let me clean it up!”
>He pulls out a crusty sock from one of his coat pockets.
>He approaches you to try and wipe up his spooge.
>You fear that he may simply be smearing more on you, so you back away.
“Don’t touch me!”
>This guy’s awkwardness is reaching critical levels.
>He trips over his own hooves as he tries to get to you.
>He falls flat on his face, and meatballs spill out of his pockets.
>”Oh no! I was saving those for later!”
>You just stare at him in shock.
>He looks back at you with tears in his eyes.
>Suddenly you hear a loud rumbling noise.
>The ground shakes, the epicentre being the red p0ny in front of you.
>He’s vibrating violently, and the smell of tomatoes gets incredibly strong.
>And then...
>SUDDENLY
>PASTA
>Spaghetti comes shooting out of every orifice of the p0ny in front of you, the force of which sends you flying through the air.
>You’re batted away like a leaf in a storm from the pasta tornado that consumes everything around it.
>You’re thrown out of the forest, landing near the lake that you started at.
>You sneak back around the other side of the lake, diving into the water.
>That delicious CMC plot has got to be-
>They're all on shore, dried off, their tails down.
>You can't see anything.
>You're crushed.
>Devastated, even.
>More mad than you can believe.
>"Sweetie Belle, I didn't think you were so flexible!"
>"Scootaloo, I didn't realize you were such an explorer!"
>"And Apple Bloom, you had great rhythm!"
>Damnit!
>They did it all!
>Without your being there!
>Your fillyhood has finally dried up.
>Drier than the driest desert.
>You sit, tapping your hoof against your cheek.
>You wonder what else could be a suggestion.
>What else could be so simple for their innocent minds to process?
>And yet, turn you on...
>You clap your hooves together.
>You have just the idea!
>To end all ideas.
>This will get you some plot.
>For certain.
>But first.
Girls, look for your cutie marks!
>They begin looking furiously.
>"Hmm... well horseapples, I guess synchronized swimming isn't any of our special talents neither..."
>Apple Bloom and the others look down dejectedly.
>You can't believe you missed their little filly bodies glistening in the sun.
>Their sweat mixing with the water to create an intoxicating cocktail of pre-pubescence.
>Their one-piece swimsuits gripping and pulling at their forms.
>Especially Sweetie Belle's little marshmallow flank...
>You're starting to get a lady-boner.
>How that's even possible... let's just say magic.
>It's always magic.
>Your tongue lolls out of your mouth, drool falling to the ground.
>Scootaloo notices your thousand-yard stare. "Uhh... You alright there, Slasher?"
>She leans over to Sweetie Belle and mutters, "Are you sure Slasher isn't... a little weird?"
>Sweetie just grins and hops over to you. "Nah, she's just a little... off."
>She gives you a hug and you take a big whiff of her damp mane.
>Your back leg taps the ground a few times uncontrollably.
>You're about to take a small bite of her hair when she pulls away.
>You lean forward, attempting to follow her, and nearly faceplant.
>But you catch yourself just before you lose your balance.
>"So, ah... What'ta we do nao, gals? Got any more ahdeas, Slasher?" Apple Bloom asks.
>You look up at the girls, your mind dipping into the dark well of your creativity.
>A smirk starts to play along your muzzle and you slink up between Sweetie and Apple Bloom, placing your hooves on either side of their withers and bringing them in close.
Have you girls ever thought about becoming... masseuses?
>You watch as their eyes grow wide in excitement.
>Sweetie squeaks, "Why didn't we think about that before? It's perfect!"
>The three of them start to cheer. "CUTIE MARK MASSUESSES, YAY!"
>The four of you head off to the spa after swinging by the clubhouse to pick up a wagon and Scootaloo's scooter.
>None of you are really sure how much you'll actually need to borrow in order to "set the mood."
>You set off, Scoots pulling the wagon with her scooter.
>The CMC are all aflutter with the hope that this really is one of their special talents.
>"A've always been purty good with mah hooves, ya know."
>Apple Bloom smiles and shows off her squishy feet.
>"I wonder if Rainbow Dash likes getting massages."
>Scootaloo's wings buzz faster for a moment.
>"Maybe I should try acupuncture magic!"
>Sweetie jumps into the air excitedly, her legs going rigid for a moment and wiggling.
>You just smirk and make sure to hang back in the marching order.
>From back here, you've got a great view of every stride, every hoof fall, and every minute flank ripple.
>For once, life is pretty good.
>You don't even realize when you arrive at the spa.
>In fact, you bump into the back of Apple Bloom when she stops.
>Your muzzle slips inside her plot for a moment and she jumps up.
Oh, uh... Sorry Apple Bloom. I wasn't really paying attention...
>You lick your lips.
>It's tart.
>Hmm... Guess she hasn't ripened up just yet.
>You stifle a giggle.
>Apple Bloom clambers down from on top of Sweetie Belle, patting her flank.
>She giggles nervously, "Ah. It's okay, Slasher. Just... sahprised me is ahl."
>Her head hangs a little, but you catch the hint of a blush on her cheeks.
>She kicks at the ground shyly.
>Mmm... Soon the ripening shall commence...
>"Are you two gonna stare at each other all day, or are we going to go get our cutie marks?"
>You're snapped out of your daydream by that quip, and you all head inside.
>As you enter, the pink and blue mirror p0nies smile and greet you.
>"Ah, allo littul wuns." Aloe waves her hoof as you approach.
>"Und what brings joo here, todae?" Lotus' eyelashes flutter.
>Hnnng...
>Suggesting a massage cutie mark was one of your biggest strokes of brilliance.
>Thank Celestia for accents.
>Apple Bloom gallops up to the counter, which towers over her tiny form.
>She rears up on her back legs, pressing her forehooves against the front desk for balance.
>"Hai Ms. Lotus! Ahnd Ms. Aloe! We're gonna git our cutie marks in mahssage therapy!"
>Aloe and Lotus look to each other and giggle.
>Aloe smiles at the four of you. "Ah, goot. We could alvays use sum new employees, yes?"
>Her sister nods "Yes, ov course! What can we do to help joo?"
>Sweetie squeaks. "Can we borrow some lotions and stuff? Do you have an extra table-thingie?"
>They smile at each other and nod. "Yes. Zis we can do."
>They show you to a supply room and get you set up with a fold-out massage table and an assortment of oil.
>The two spa ponies are also gracious enough to help you move the table out to your wagon.
>The table is a little big for the cart, but it'll do for the trip.
>"Well, joo littul fillies have fun."
>"Ooh, und if joo do get joor cutie marques en massage, let us know, yes?"
>Scootaloo straps her helmet on and buzzes her wings a few times. "You got it, Ms. Lotus!"
>"Joost be shure to bring everysing back tomorrow, okay?"
>Sweetie hops into the wagon on top of the table and salutes. "Yes ma'am!"
>You and Apple Bloom scramble up into the wagon as well.
>In a flash, you're off, headed back to the clubhouse, wagon bounding along.
>Aloe and Lotus wave you off before disappearing back inside the spa.
>Once back at the clubhouse, the four of your get right to setting up your own mini-spa.
>Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo are busy smelling oils, leaving you to carry and set up the table.
>It figures that you'd get stuck with the manual labor.
>As if anything has gone right for you since you've arrived here...
>Oh well, you're about to get your long-overdue filly-palooza.
>You steel yourself at the side of the wagon, under one of the overhanging parts of the table.
>You nudge it closer and closer to you with your head, bracing yourself for when it finally falls.
>As you expected, when the full weight of the table comes down on top of you, your knees bend, your back strains, and you grit your teeth.
>With a grunt, you take your first few agonizing steps.
>Suddenly, some of the weight is alleviated and you straighten up a bit, looking around.
>Apple Bloom has taken up position behind you. "Yah looked lyke yah could use sum help."
>She smiles, and you see a hint of that same blush from earlier.
Thanks Apple Bloom. You're a big help.
>The two of you shuffle up the stairs to the clubhouse, table shifting side-to-side with each hoof fall.
>From behind, you hear some mumbling. "Umm... Slasher... About what happened outside of the spa..."
>You're three-quarters of the way up.
>"Do you... Do you think you could do that again?"
>You grin.
Sure, Apple Bloom. Have you ever heard of a happy ending?
>The two of you finally get the table up the stairs and inside.
>With a heave, you buck it off and it crashes to the floor.
>"Hey, be careful over there!" Scootaloo bounds over to it and checks for any damage.
>You and Apple Bloom slump over against the wall and catch your breath while Scoots and Sweetie Belle get to setting up the table.
>Five minutes and several failed attempts later, the clubhouse has a new decoration.
>Scootaloo and Sweetie jump up onto the table playfully.
>They giggle and wrestle for a bit, excited for another shot at their destinies.
>"Are you two coming, or what?" Sweetie taunts.
>"Cahm on, Slasher." Apple Bloom helps you up and the two of you join the others on the table.
>You're a little surprised, but the table is actually big enough for two of you to lie down next to each other.
So... who's massaging who?
>"Not it!" Apple Bloom and Scootaloo shout at the same time and then clop their hooves together excitedly.
>The two dive onto the table and get comfortable.
>You look at Sweetie and shrug.
>Damn, you really wanted to get your hooves on that mini-marshmallow...
>She leans down, pressing her hooves to Scoots' back, testing the waters.
>You bite your bottom lip.
>God, that's cute.
>Guess you'll just have to settle for giving Apple Bloom what she wants.
>You turn your attention to the filly in question and oil up your hooves.
>You straddle her back and smirk.
>Time to get to work.
>You press your hooves to her withers with force.
>The sensation of your touch along with the cold oil make Apple Bloom jolt.
>A content hum escapes her muzzle.
>She sighs and quickly settles back down.
>You trace circles along her back, digging into her coat occasionly.
>She groans softly and you can feel light vibrations travel through her barrel.
>You work your way closer to her flanks, kneading her skin along the way.
>Apple Bloom begins to moan louder.
>Your actions seem to have caught the attention of your two friends.
>Sweetie looks over in wonder. "Ooh, Slasher, you're good at this. Teach me?"
>She gives you the biggest puppy dog stare you've ever seen in your life.
>Her eyes shimmer in the light and her bottom lip quivers.
>As if you needed any more of a reason...
Lie down.
>Scootaloo scootches over and Sweetie takes her place between her and Apple Bloom.
>You hop over onto Sweetie's flank.
>You grind your plot against the base of her tail and shiver.
>You lower yourself down and press your muzzle to her neck.
>You inhale deeply and feel your juices begin to flow.
>Sweetie giggles. "What're you doing, you silly filly?"
>You decided that it's better to not keep her waiting and push your hooves into her barrel.
>She tenses for a brief moment and gasps.
>You grin, and redouble your efforts, moving closer and closer to her flank.
>A light bulb goes off above your head.
>You lean forward again, this time with your attention focused on Sweetie's horn.
>Delicately, you wrap your lips around it.
>Sweetie wriggles softly in a mock attempt to escape your clutches.
>You trace her spiral with the flat of your tongue and suck lightly.
>Sweetie's eyes flutter and she gasps.
>"Mmm... Slasher... Don't... Stop..."
>To your left you can hear wet schlicking sounds and quiet moans.
>You turn.
>Apple Bloom is on her back now and she's begun mashing her twat to the sight of you and Sweetie.
>Her mane is disheveled and her bow hangs at an odd angle.
>"Ah... Ah... Feel so gooooood." She whinnies.
>To your right you hear a familiar buzzing of wings.
>Scootaloo's tongue is hanging out of her mouth and she's panting.
>"Do me next, Slasher. Pleeease..."
>She pushes Sweetie out of the way and waits anxiously, her hips wiggling eagerly.
>You sigh. You'll be back for more of dat Belle, but for now, you might as well shut Scoots up.
>You transition fillies once more and begin your work anew.
>This time you focus on her wings.
>You've heard about how sensitive they can get.
>You dig your hooves into the base of her wings.
>Scootaloo's body contorts violently in ecstasy.
>"Mmmmmmmfff! Yeeesss..."
>Her legs kick out from her lightly.
>You alternate between stimulating her wings and her flank.
>"Mmmmmoar!" She roars.
>You look back to your left.
>Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle have begun making out and rubbing against each other.
>This massage thing really was the best idea ever.
>Everything's coming up Slasher.
>You are now Wuten.
>Or rather, Wuten is his name.
>He stands, silhouetted by a simple wooden structure.
>It can't be much bigger than a single room.
>One door.
>He's come to finish this.
>To claim his prize.
>He strides up to the door and knocks.
Wuten would like to borrow some Ragu. His dinner is almost ready, but he forgot the sauce.
>No answer.
>Instead, his answer comes in the form of muffled moaning from inside.
>That would explain why they didn't hear his knocking...
>He leans over to the window to look inside.
He's wondering if everyone is okay in th-
>Oh shit.
>There's a filly fuck fest going on inside.
>Wuten's never been a foaliphile, but this is actually pretty hot...
>He ducks down, hiding as much of himself from sight as possible while peeking inside.
>The white and yellow one are rolling around on top of each other, gyrating their flanks.
>He can see the black of a brown filly working over an orange one.
>Wuten begins loosening his trench coat, his hoof traveling to his nethers.
>He begins idly stroking and his horn glows, beginning to conjure a noodly mass.
>The yellow one moans. "Slasher, please... Yah promised..."
>Wuten is about to finish until he hears this.
Slasher? Did she just say Slasher?
>He takes a closer look at the brown one's flank.
>It's a fleshlight.
>He's been jerking it to his intended target?!
>At the realization, his coat erupts in spaghetti, forming new appendages.
He's come to take you back to the princess!
>He shouts as his linguini arm bursts through the window, shattering the glass and wrapping Slasher in a carbohydrate prison.
Haha! Now that collector's edition Spiderp0ny comic will be his!
>"Hey now, are you trying to muscle in on my territory?"
>He is now Alex, official narrator of the flutterape thread.
>And some blockhead is trying to take his job from him.
>As if this Wuten guy even knows what he's doing...
>Alex floats down from his viewpoint atop a cloud.
>He's just an Earth pony, but Celestia had rewarded him with his own personal cloud.
>She said it was because only he could tell the story of her land.
>Her people needed him.
And what makes you think that you could be better than Celestia's hand-picked narrator?
>He is now Wuten.
>And he won't be relegated to greentext.
>His perspective is the one that shall drive the story!
>There is no need for this... false prophet...
>He speaks into his headset.
Wuten is your red god! Kneel before him!
>He is Alex again.
>And he simply laughs at the incredulity of this lowly pastamancer.
>He waves a hoof dismissingly and yawns.
He has no need to heed your ridiculous demands.
He knows that he is the only true narrator.
However, he must insist that you stop this travesty.
>You are now Fillyslasher.
>All this perspective changing is really making you dizzy.
>Not to mention being felt up by angelhair...
>Oh wait...
>This is just food, right?
>You take a bite of your culinary prison.
>Yum.
>Hastily, you eat your way to freedom.
>Silently, you gesture to the rest of the CMC at the door and sneak out, breaking into a sprint once you're out of earshot.
>You all end up back in P0nyville before too long.
>You figure that if you’re in a crowded area these weirdos won’t try anything.
>You and the CMC trot through town dejectedly.
>After their failure to get cutie marks, they are understandably down in the dumps.
>So are you.
>You’ve been moist all day.
>It’s really irritating that you got cockblocked by those random guys!
>You’re sure Molestia has something to do with this.
>You’re on your way back to the clubhouse when you spy her in her treehouse library.
>It’s her!
>Your angel!
>Your goddess!
>Your [MOTHER]!
>Twilight Sparkle is talking to some unimportant p0ny at her door.
>Just gazing upon her wonderful purple coat and elegant horn sends shivers down your spine.
>How you long to have her and Sweetie together...
>You need to seize this chance.
>Surely destiny has delivered her to you!
>It must be an act of providence!
>You gallop as fast as your stubby little legs can carry you!
“Twilight, Twilight!”
>She looks around, confused, for your voice.
>You reach her, and nuzzle into her leg at the shoulder.
>She looks down at you.
>Initially she’s shocked, but soon realises who you are.
>She did turn you into a filly, after all.
>”SLASHER! What are you doing here?! I thought you were supposed to be in Celestia’s dungeon!”
“Uh... Um...”
>Oh shit. You can’t say that you escaped.
>She’d return you in a heartbeat.
“I, uh... I’m on parole for good behaviour! I took all those cocks like a good little filly.”
>The p0ny that Twilight was talking to before you arrived looks at you in disgust.
>She quickly takes her book and leaves.
>Good.
>Now it’s just you and her.
>The less interfering p0nies, the better.
>Twilight seemingly doesn’t agree.
>She looks down at you with an intense look of rage on her face.
>It’s just like you always dreamed!
>You wonder what she’ll do to you.
>Maybe she’ll take you down to her basement and probe you.
>Maybe she’ll reset you over and over!
>Maybe she’ll get inside your brain!
“Oh, Twilight! TAKE ME!”
>”Eww! Never in a million years, you little pervert! I read what you wrote about me!”
>Oh.
>Oh dear.
>You may have made a serious mistake.
>”How could you write me as a psycho?! You completely mischaracterised me! I would never use my magic to hurt anyp0ny! Or anyhuman!”
“It’s anybody.”
>”WHATEVER! I don’t care. Now leave me alone, you creep!”
>You feel your weight shift as she levitates you in a purple aura.
>You’re actually touching Twilight’s magic!
>It’s like a thousand tiny needles just poised to poke into your flesh!
>It’s amazing!
>”Is something the matter, dear?”
>WHAT?
>Who was that?
>A unicorn in a mortarboard walks out from within the library.
>He has a cutie mark of a penis with a mortarboard similar to the one he’s wearing with a moustache, monocle and wand.
>”Oh, it’s nothing important, Clever Dick. Just some filly that was bothering me.”
>Clever Dick...
>You’ll remember that name.
>He’s the one who stole your Twilight away from you.
>He’s corrupted her!
>”Oh, well come inside when you’re done. I have some more racy ideas to run by you...”
>He winks and turns to go back into the library.
>YOU’LL KILL HIM!
>Twilight’s scowl returns in full force as she turns to look at you again.
>”Now get out of here! And next time I see you, you’re going straight to Celestia! You’re just lucky I have better things to do than to deal with you!”
>She throws you with her magic, and for yet another time today you go flying through the air.
>You land with a crunch on your head about 20 feet away, skidding in the dirt and creating a ditch.
>You sure are glad that Celestia made it so that you can’t die.
>The CMC trot over to you in panic.
>”Slasher! Are you ok?!” Sweetie Belle exclaims, voice cracks and all.
>They all loom over you, wanting to check you for injuries.
>You pick yourself up and stand on all four legs, but the world is tilted sideways.
>Oh, wait. You got this.
>You take a hold of your head with both hooves and realign your head with a sickening crack.
>The CMC all look at you and wince in disgust.
>”D-doesn’t that hurt?” Scootaloo asks.
“Oh incredibly so. But it’s ok.”
>You start trotting off in the direction of the clubhouse, the CMC following you.
>You need to get a headstart and get back asap.
>You need to plan how you’ll win Twilight from that talentless hack!

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>The train wreck lies undisturbed throughout the night.
>Not a sound or anything alive could be heard from the derailed carts as the starry night sky and the moon light cascaded the surrounding landscape in a soft supernatural glow.
>Smoke and steam continue to softly waft from the engine into thin wispy tails high into the sky.
>It was an eerie sight to behold.
>Within the confines of the train there was cargo.
>Stacks upon stacks of metal barrels bearing strange symbols and markings.
>The bindings that held the barrels secure finally snap and crash to the floor. 
>The falling barrels crash through the cart door and roll down the train aisle. 
>As the barrels came to a halt, everything seemed to come to a standstill.
>A weak metal groaning is heard.
>The containers started to bulge and rumble, like a violent beast within was unleashed, or as if someone read an unhappy ending to Jibber’s story.
>All the barrels began to shake violently, and like an over shaken pop can, a green liquid sprays from the weaken points in the barrel.
>Green liquid sprays throughout the insides of the train and all over Cog’s body.
>A loud hissing grows even louder until finally the metal barrels exploded in an orgasm of green glowing goo.
>The entire inside of the trains was coated in the volatile mixture and coats every dead p0ny within the trains.
>A soft green glow pours from the windows of the train and onto the landscape around. 
>The bubbling goo coats and sticks to the body of every p0ny on the train. It thickens and plops in one big steamy mass.
>As the noxious fumes waft into the air, something begins to change.
>Life is given back.
>The p0nies that were once dead began to move, slowly at first. But their actions become livelier as they regain consciousness.

>Out of the green ooze bursts forth a hand. A horrible human like hand with huge fingers. 
>These weren’t properly proportionate hands, but they were way too big to be human.
>Not just one hand, but many hands start to rise forth from the glowing ooze. 
>Hands that were once hooves begin to rise out of the green sludge and groggily reach out to grab something.
>Out of the slime come not ponies, but a threat far greater than ever thought possible.
>Mutated into horrible abominations of bipedal type creatures with human like characteristics, they pull themselves from the green slime, moaning and groaning at being given a new chance at life.
>High above this horrific scene Alex, the Narrator of Flutterrape is narrating these events, and he has never seen anything quite like this.
>In all his life he never thought this would happen-
>One of the mutants sticks their head out of the train window and yells at him, “SHUT THE FUCK UP, ALEX! GODDAMMIT, WE JUST WOKE UP AFTER BEING RESSURECTED AND ALREADY WE HAVE TO LISTEN TO YOUR GOB!!!”

>You are now Celestia.
>You wake up as it’s still dark outside.
>You can feel the tug of the sun on your horn, wanting to make its majestic arc across the sky.
>It will wait for nop0ny, but you are needed to guide its path across the heavens.
>You get up out of bed.
>Your astral presence negates the need for a shower.
>You smell of cream and spring flowers eternally.
>You in fact hate the smell, but it’s a small price to pay for immortality.
>You yawn and drag your hooves over to the coffee maker.
>You set it going, then stumble over to the corner of the room.
>You back up your rump against the tube in the corner of the room.
>It’s more of a shower cubicle, but it has an elevator inside.
>You use a hind leg to kick the service button.
>Shortly after you hear a *PING* as the elevator arrives.
>The door slides open and your pleasure ape steps out of the elevator with a grunt.
>He’s been well trained, and looks so cute in his uniform.
>Actually, this one is more of a gorilla.
>But his meaty hands simply have more power behind them than other apes.
>It’s perfect for your daily morning rump massage.
>He gets started, grabbing your flanks roughly.
>Ooh... That’s the stuff.
>It’s not quite as good as coffee, but it still gets your motor going in the morning.
>He rubs your cutie marks, digging his thumbs into your flesh.
>You offered Anon this job when he arrived in Equestria.
>He declined.
>He doesn’t know what he’s missing out on.

>The coffee maker dings to let you know that your delicious java is ready.
>It’s amazing stuff, imported from the far colonies of Coltlumbia.
>Best hostile takeover you ever ordered.
>You trot forward, eager for your amazing life giving caffeine potion.
>Even the smell invigorates you from across the room.
>The pleasure ape grunts and starts ooking angrily.
>He was evidently enjoying your pillowy posterior.
>Well, it’s not about what he wants.
>You’re the goddamn ruler of Equestria.
>You kick the elevator button again with your hind leg and his tantrum is nipped in the bud by the door closing.
>He’s sent away swiftly back to the menagerie on the ground floor.
>They can deal with his primal rage.
>You drink your coffee.
>Oh man, that was just what you needed.
>Your morning routine is complete, just in time for the sun to start peeking out over the horizon.
>It’s your time to shine.
>Your horn glows with yellow light as you charge up your spell.
>You levitate in the air as the astral forces swirl around your body.
>Your wings flare, even though you don’t need them.
>It helps stabilize the colossal amounts of energy that are being focused on your body.
>Your horn glows ever brighter until the spell charge reaches its zenith.
>You close your eyes, reaching out towards the heavens with your mind.
>It is a familiar ritual. One that you have done every day for thousands of years.
>You almost subconsciously travel down the well trodden mental pathways through space and establish your link to the heavenly body.
>Your horn channels the energy that you gathered into your tether.
>Using your mana as an anchor you move the sun gently, setting it on its path.

>You release the magic that you had collected.
>It seeps back into the earth which reappropriates it all into its correct laylines.
>You open your eyes and sure enough, like every day, the sun greets you, in its proper place.
>You can’t help but smile at it.
>It cheers you up each time you see it. 
>Your mood is soured by remembering today’s important business.
>The issue of Fillyslasher.
>Due to your guards’ incompetence and... sudden overwhelming emotion, they had the sudden urge to leave their posts for a ‘cooperative shower.’ 
>You had them show you what was so important that they would shirk their duties.
>Disc Ward was right, they could only do that stuff in the shower.
>You grin as you regard the two of them as they lie sleeping in your bed still.
>They were exhausted once you gave them their punishments.
>Raritan still has a grin on his face as he spoons Disc.
>You always thought that Disc Ward would be the big spoon.

>You leave your room and get breakfast.
>After breakfast you head to the throne room to hold court.
>Your advisor is waiting for you.
>You take your seat on the throne, and she takes her place next to you.
“Bring in the next p0ny!”
>It’s the first session of the day, but the phrase is more of a reflex now than anything.
>The doors open and reveals two p0nies.
>One of them is a proud p0ny who trots with high strides.
>He is dressed in a pith helmet and tan jacket.
>This is Scrabhunter.
>He is a big game hunter, so you’ve been told.
>The other is completely contrary to the first.
>He shuffles in meekly, head held low.
>He wears a trenchcoat and fedora – both of which went out of fashion years ago.
>He also sports a headset under his hat.
>He’s... muttering to himself?
>”Wuten walks into the throne room, intimidated by its imposing architecture...”
>He’s narrating.
>He’s actually narrating.
>This is Wuten, the king of spaghetti.
>He’s a pastamancer.
>You lean down to talk to your advisor.
“Are you sure these two are qualified...?” You whisper.
>”They’re the best we can afford, your highness.” She responds.
“What?! Where is our money going?”
>”Blueblood’s hair stylist.”
>Blueblood...
>You’ll deal with him later.
>The two ponies arrive in front of you and kneel.
“Rise.”
>They obey.
“The two of you have been hired to retrieve a very important target. You are to locate me the filly known as Slasher. She has escaped from my dungeon and was last seen heading to P0nyville. Bring her to me. You need not worry about harming her. Bring her back by any means.”
>Scrabhunter takes a step forward and speaks.
>“Understood, your highness. However, I must ask. Why is HE here?”
>He points accusingly at Wuten.

>Wuten simply looks away at a very interesting spot on the floor.
“Wuten is here for the same contract as you. To alleviate any fears you may have; you need not work with him.”
>Scrabhunter’s grim face looks brighter already.
“However, he is competing for the same bounty that you are. Whoever brings the filly to me first will be paid. The other will leave here empty handed.”
>Scrabhunter looks confident suddenly.
>”Ha! Then this will be a doddle. I’ll be back with your filly tomorrow, Baby!”
>He turns about and races out of the room.
>Wuten is left to take the full brunt of your sceptical gaze.
>He starts backing away from you, muttering into his headset.
“Wuten bravely exits the room after telling Celestia not to worry. He will retrieve Slasher first and get the bounty. Then he’ll be able to buy all his new comics!”
>You facehoof.
>After about another 30 seconds of awkward shuffling he finally leaves.
>It’s only then that you notice some kind of red stain on your carpet.
>Is that... pasta sauce?
>You facehoof with your other hoof.
>You’re probably not going to see Fillyslasher again, are you?
>You sigh. It’s too early for this shit.
>You turn to your advisor.
>She wilts under your withering stare.
“Bring me Blueblood. And a stiff drink. And the CVs for alternative advisors.”
>”Y-yes, your highness.”
>She slinks off into the labyrinthine corridors of the palace.
>Today is going to be a long day.

>You are now Clever Dick
>You’ve been researching fetishes of all kinds
>You do Celestia’s work!
>And you are quite proud of it
>But today you’re going to indulge in your fetish
>Well written fanfiction
>It gets you hot and bothered
>You’re going to visit a fellow enthusiast today
>She goes by the penname Lavender Magic
>Her writing is quite fantastic, and she claims to be none other than Twilight Sparkle
>You’re sitting on a carriage pulled by pegasi
>You cannot help but feel guilty
>Your stated reason was for business
>However, your purpose feels more recreational
>The guards land
>You thank them and proceed to Ponyville
>Ah, Ponyville
>It is quite a progressive place despite being in the country
>Nudists, and many depraved ponies call it their home
>Perhaps you should conduct more of your research here
>You smile and adjust your mortarboard 
>It takes only a few minutes to arrive at the Golden Oaks Library
>You enter, and see Twilight Sparkle writing something down
>She’s giggling quite a bit
>You approach her with a growing smile on your face
>That’s not the only thing growing though
>Your dick becomes erect at the thought of this new story
>Twilight is your favorite My Gigantic Human fanfiction writer
>She writes about humans raping ponies
>It’s always engaging, grammatically correct, and …arousing
>You trot up to her
>She turns around
>”Oh, Clever you’re quite early!”
>Twilight looks flustered
What’s that you’re writing?
>She puts on a mock frown
>”Now, now Clever just be patient.”
Is it this the next part to the story when Jeremy rumbles your protagonist?
>She shakes her head
>”No no no, that is for another time.”
>She squees
>”This one is an entirely new story!”

>”Well we all know how Jimmy is the shyest of the bunch.”
Go on…
>”So he takes an assertiveness lessons.”
>Brilliant!
A reason to change his character. Perfect!
>”Then he finds Pononymous…and rapes her!”
>Your dick quivers at the thought
>”He’s going to rustle her with her own magic….”
But how?
>You raise a brow
>Humans can’t normally use magic
>Unless…
>You’re about to ask, but she nods
>You lick your lips
>Twilight Sparkle smiles
>”It’s something I sort of fantasize about, a human to magically …um ravish me.”
>She blushes
Oh, I see…
>From her enthusiasm and body language you already figured that out
>There’s an awkward pause
>You lightly chuckle
>Twilight clears her throat
>”Um I guess the conversation is a bit awkward, I never really would think I’d meet a fan in person.”
>She grins sheepishly
>”Not even my assistant really knows I write this, it’s a good thing I went with a penname.”
>Very true
>This isn’t exactly something your friends or family would be proud of
>Especially since My Gigantic Human is intended for young foals
>Twilight continues to blush
>”It’s just that I put my desires into these stories.”
Yes, it has a ton of heart to it
>Twilight Sparkle levitates over a copy of something over to you
>You levitate it and look at the title
>Is that Cuddlerape?
>It’s something you’ve been writing when you weren’t researching fetishes
>Now you’re blushing
It’s not much to rea-
>”No Clever! I love it!”
>Her tail twitches
>”Humans with no genitals? Cuddling to breed?!”
>”It was really hot for some reason!”
>You agree
>Writing it made your cock hard
>It was cleverly written after all
Yes I had much fu-aaaa~

>Your dick is suddenly very warm
>An ethereal stroking can be felt
>You notice Twilight’s horn is glowing
Wh-what are you doing?
>She stops
>”I’m sorry…it’s just that I can finally have somep0ny to share and cherish these stories with.”
>You nod
>”I hear you know a special sort of magic.”
Oh yes, my talent is related to fetishes after all
>”Can you teach me?”
I’d be happy to! They say you’re quite good at learning new kinds of magic
>She blushes again
>”Oh um yeah I guess so.”
Well, you have one aspect of it down, we need to um….pleasure each other. 
>This is the first lesson in fetishistic magic
>You must have the mindset to do it
>To attain it
>You must jerk your subject
>As they jerk you
>Usually multiple subjects are involved
>This creates a sort of “circlejerk” as some would call it
>Your horn glows
>You run your magic along her marehood
>It’s very wet
>She moans
>”Aaaaah~”
>Twilight reacts like it’s never been touched that way
>She must be a virgin
>You chuckle
>Twilight takes a few moments to concentrate
>Her horn glows
>You feel that rubbing along your shaft and balls again
>You both have content looks on your face
>But it’s still a bit awkward
Aaaa~ So um why don’t we talk about those stories?
>She nods 
>”*unf* So did you read Lexus’ misery?”

>Her magic begins to shift
>It’s stroking becomes harder
>It simulates the feel of warm rings around your cock
Of course. Who hasn’t?
>Your eyes roll to the back of your head
>So arousing!
It huh, is *pant* full of tense moments.
>Twilight bites her lip and nods
>Time to return the favor
>You can feel her clit winking against your magical grip
>You press your magic against it 
>Her marehood actually starts to contract as if something were being inserted into it
>You can see her juices puddle to the floor
>The smell of sweet hay drives you wild
>You’re not sure how long you’ll last at this rate
>You are dripping tons of precum
What about Fatal Jimmy?
>Twilight shivers
>” Aaah~! Poor Tom….I cry everytime.”
It was such a powerful moment…. Much like your story when Beavis turned out to be a gelding
>She grins at the praise
>Her magic engulfs your balls entirely
>You nearly collapse to your knees
>It’s so intense!
>Maybe you should reward her
>You cast a particular spell for her
>She likes humans
>You magic begins to take the shape of a human penis
>Or what you imagine what it would look like
>You’re going on monkeys, and apes
>It’s smaller, but can fit entirely inside
>It’s very hard
>And has a similar but somewhat different shape
Twilight, your dream is about to come true
>Her eyes widen
>The magical penis enters her
>She moans
>It hilts and begins to thrust in and out of her
>”Yes! Don’t stop!”
>The thrusting becomes stronger, and stronger
>Her folds begin to quiver
>She contracts around it tightly and winks like crazy

>”AAAAAAaaaaa~!”
>Juices flow out everywhere as Twilight orgasms
>Her magic tightens around your length extremely tightly
>Even tighter than you thought was possible
>You let out a loud grunt as you release
>Your seed spills everywhere
>That was epic…
>After a while you both are panting in the afterglow
Well…that was …awesome
>Twilight nods
>”We should clean up.”
>She blushes
>You look down
>Luckily the papers were spared
>But the floor around you?
>It’s a slimy mess
>She’s right this needs to be cleaned
Of course
>Twilight flashes you a seductive smile
>”But then we should move our lessons…upstairs.”
>Oh my~

>You are FillySlasher.
>You're with your dream special somep0nies.
>And you are enjoying your time with the Cutie Mark Crusaders.
>The day after they had you sleep over.
>You wanted to try something desperately as you stayed in their clubhouse, but Applejack stayed with you overnight to supervise.
>That was a major wrench in the works.
>You have no idea why they were suspicious...
>/sarcasm
>They want to find their cutie marks.
>You have experience in this area.
>You love giving them suggestions to watch them try.
>Some horrifying, death-defying, some even called for them to experiment.
>Non-sexually of course...
>But this all made you dripping wet.
>Your little fillyhood is sopping.
>And you're not even in estrus.
>Unless that bitch Celestia made it possible...
>You shake your head.
>That's not possible.
>You're just a filly, after all.
>But, you do have a cutie mark....
>Does that make you “of age?”
>You shake your head again.
>You trot with them to their next idea.
>Performing a spitroast.
>"Sure! We'll set it up right now!"
>Wut?
>You're not sure what they mean.
>You have no dick.
>Unless...
>They literally erect a spit.
>And begin roasting vegetables and marshmallows over it.
>Isn't that cannibalism?
>Nevermind.
>The scents waft into your nose.
>Being a pony included that heightened sense of smell.
>Glorious vegetables....
>You're wet again.
>And that marshmallow is all too tantalizing.
>It’s definitely appetizing.
>But these fillies are just too innocent to understand you.
>You realize you've just been cockblocked again.
>You're screaming internally.

>You'll never get any of that sweet filly plot.
>You shake your head.
>Your little filly voice squeaks at them.
“NO! That's not right! Why don't we try something else? Perhaps, synchronized swimming?”
>"Yeah!"
>"I'll get the suits!"
>"And I'll get the music!"
>You rub your hooves together.
>You feel a fire burning in your belly.
>As soon as they get to the part you can see their glorious plots.
>All of a sudden you're hoisted in the air.
>In a net.
>Who has a net in these parts?
>There's a pony wearing a pith helmet.
>He's also wearing khakis.
>They remind you of Daring Do.
>Or adventurers from Earth.
>You're confused.
>"I've finally got you!"
>This pony is fucking insane.
>He's dragging you away in a net.
>Thankfully your teeth have, for once, come in handy.
>You bite his hoof through the net.
>You begin to gallop back around the lake, hopefully not knowing you've escaped.
>You're hiding in the jungle.
>He's walking past with a net-gun mounted to a saddle.
>"Come out, my pretty, I won't hurt you!"
>You don't buy that for a moment.
>He just wants to capture you.
>And rape you.
>Or kill you.
>Wait, that's impossible.
>Or even worse yet.
>Drag you all the way back to Celestia.

>And that's as bad as it can get.
>You rub some mud on your flank, hoping to stick some leaves to it.
>You remember your experience from the Army.
>And that some camouflage is better than none in a situation like this.
>You sneak away from the area with the safari pony, when...
>Suddenly a red unicorn in a trenchcoat comes out of the bushes.
>”P-pl-please come with m-me, little f-filly...” he stutters.
“No way!”
>What is with all these rapists today?
>”O-oh... Okay...”
>He doesn’t really do anything after that.
>He just stands there...
>You sniff the air with your heightened p0ny sense of smell.
>You think you can smell... Marinara sauce?
>The red p0ny stands in front of you awkwardly, shuffling his feet.
>You stand together in deafening silence.
“So... uh... I should probably get going...”
>”N-no! Please don’t!”
>Oh man, this guy is as smooth as sandpaper.
>You feel creeped out just being near him.
>You want to leave, but he looks like he’s going to cry if you do.
>Just then you hear a great wet fart from under his trenchcoat.
>Oh god... 
>It smells awful...
>Like rotten vegetables.
>”Hnnngh!”
>His face suddenly contorts into a twisted visage of what you think may be orgasm.
>It could also be misconstrued as him just having been kicked in the balls.
>A creamy white liquid shoots out from under his belly and hits you in the hoof.
“Ewww!”
>”Oh gosh! I’m so sorry! Let me clean it up!”

>He pulls out a crusty sock from one of his coat pockets.
>He approaches you to try and wipe up his spooge.
>You fear that he may simply be smearing more on you, so you back away.
“Don’t touch me!”
>This guy’s awkwardness is reaching critical levels.
>He trips over his own hooves as he tries to get to you.
>He falls flat on his face, and meatballs spill out of his pockets.
>”Oh no! I was saving those for later!”
>You just stare at him in shock.
>He looks back at you with tears in his eyes.
>Suddenly you hear a loud rumbling noise.
>The ground shakes, the epicentre being the red p0ny in front of you.
>He’s vibrating violently, and the smell of tomatoes gets incredibly strong.
>And then...
>SUDDENLY
>PASTA
>Spaghetti comes shooting out of every orifice of the p0ny in front of you, the force of which sends you flying through the air.
>You’re batted away like a leaf in a storm from the pasta tornado that consumes everything around it.
>You’re thrown out of the forest, landing near the lake that you started at.
>You sneak back around the other side of the lake, diving into the water.
>That delicious CMC plot has got to be-
>They're all on shore, dried off, their tails down.
>You can't see anything.
>You're crushed.
>Devastated, even.
>More mad than you can believe.

>"Sweetie Belle, I didn't think you were so flexible!"
>"Scootaloo, I didn't realize you were such an explorer!"
>"And Apple Bloom, you had great rhythm!"
>Damnit!
>They did it all!
>Without your being there!
>Your fillyhood has finally dried up.
>Drier than the driest desert.
>You sit, tapping your hoof against your cheek.
>You wonder what else could be a suggestion.
>What else could be so simple for their innocent minds to process?
>And yet, turn you on...
>You clap your hooves together.
>You have just the idea!
>To end all ideas.
>This will get you some plot.
>For certain.
>But first.
Girls, look for your cutie marks!
>They begin looking furiously.

>"Hmm... well horseapples, I guess synchronized swimming isn't any of our special talents neither..."
>Apple Bloom and the others look down dejectedly.
>You can't believe you missed their little filly bodies glistening in the sun.
>Their sweat mixing with the water to create an intoxicating cocktail of pre-pubescence.
>Their one-piece swimsuits gripping and pulling at their forms.
>Especially Sweetie Belle's little marshmallow flank...
>You're starting to get a lady-boner.
>How that's even possible... let's just say magic.
>It's always magic.
>Your tongue lolls out of your mouth, drool falling to the ground.
>Scootaloo notices your thousand-yard stare. "Uhh... You alright there, Slasher?"
>She leans over to Sweetie Belle and mutters, "Are you sure Slasher isn't... a little weird?"
>Sweetie just grins and hops over to you. "Nah, she's just a little... off."
>She gives you a hug and you take a big whiff of her damp mane.
>Your back leg taps the ground a few times uncontrollably.
>You're about to take a small bite of her hair when she pulls away.
>You lean forward, attempting to follow her, and nearly faceplant.
>But you catch yourself just before you lose your balance.
>"So, ah... What'ta we do nao, gals? Got any more ahdeas, Slasher?" Apple Bloom asks.
>You look up at the girls, your mind dipping into the dark well of your creativity.
>A smirk starts to play along your muzzle and you slink up between Sweetie and Apple Bloom, placing your hooves on either side of their withers and bringing them in close.
Have you girls ever thought about becoming... masseuses?
>You watch as their eyes grow wide in excitement.
>Sweetie squeaks, "Why didn't we think about that before? It's perfect!"
>The three of them start to cheer. "CUTIE MARK MASSUESSES, YAY!"

>The four of you head off to the spa after swinging by the clubhouse to pick up a wagon and Scootaloo's scooter.
>None of you are really sure how much you'll actually need to borrow in order to "set the mood."
>You set off, Scoots pulling the wagon with her scooter.
>The CMC are all aflutter with the hope that this really is one of their special talents.
>"A've always been purty good with mah hooves, ya know."
>Apple Bloom smiles and shows off her squishy feet.
>"I wonder if Rainbow Dash likes getting massages."
>Scootaloo's wings buzz faster for a moment.
>"Maybe I should try acupuncture magic!"
>Sweetie jumps into the air excitedly, her legs going rigid for a moment and wiggling.
>You just smirk and make sure to hang back in the marching order.
>From back here, you've got a great view of every stride, every hoof fall, and every minute flank ripple.
>For once, life is pretty good.
>You don't even realize when you arrive at the spa.
>In fact, you bump into the back of Apple Bloom when she stops.
>Your muzzle slips inside her plot for a moment and she jumps up.
Oh, uh... Sorry Apple Bloom. I wasn't really paying attention...
>You lick your lips.
>It's tart.
>Hmm... Guess she hasn't ripened up just yet.
>You stifle a giggle.
>Apple Bloom clambers down from on top of Sweetie Belle, patting her flank.
>She giggles nervously, "Ah. It's okay, Slasher. Just... sahprised me is ahl."
>Her head hangs a little, but you catch the hint of a blush on her cheeks.
>She kicks at the ground shyly.
>Mmm... Soon the ripening shall commence...
>"Are you two gonna stare at each other all day, or are we going to go get our cutie marks?"
>You're snapped out of your daydream by that quip, and you all head inside.

>As you enter, the pink and blue mirror p0nies smile and greet you.
>"Ah, allo littul wuns." Aloe waves her hoof as you approach.
>"Und what brings joo here, todae?" Lotus' eyelashes flutter.
>Hnnng...
>Suggesting a massage cutie mark was one of your biggest strokes of brilliance.
>Thank Celestia for accents.
>Apple Bloom gallops up to the counter, which towers over her tiny form.
>She rears up on her back legs, pressing her forehooves against the front desk for balance.
>"Hai Ms. Lotus! Ahnd Ms. Aloe! We're gonna git our cutie marks in mahssage therapy!"
>Aloe and Lotus look to each other and giggle.
>Aloe smiles at the four of you. "Ah, goot. We could alvays use sum new employees, yes?"
>Her sister nods "Yes, ov course! What can we do to help joo?"
>Sweetie squeaks. "Can we borrow some lotions and stuff? Do you have an extra table-thingie?"
>They smile at each other and nod. "Yes. Zis we can do."
>They show you to a supply room and get you set up with a fold-out massage table and an assortment of oil.
>The two spa ponies are also gracious enough to help you move the table out to your wagon.
>The table is a little big for the cart, but it'll do for the trip.
>"Well, joo littul fillies have fun."
>"Ooh, und if joo do get joor cutie marques en massage, let us know, yes?"
>Scootaloo straps her helmet on and buzzes her wings a few times. "You got it, Ms. Lotus!"
>"Joost be shure to bring everysing back tomorrow, okay?"
>Sweetie hops into the wagon on top of the table and salutes. "Yes ma'am!"
>You and Apple Bloom scramble up into the wagon as well.
>In a flash, you're off, headed back to the clubhouse, wagon bounding along.
>Aloe and Lotus wave you off before disappearing back inside the spa.

>Once back at the clubhouse, the four of your get right to setting up your own mini-spa.
>Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo are busy smelling oils, leaving you to carry and set up the table.
>It figures that you'd get stuck with the manual labor.
>As if anything has gone right for you since you've arrived here...
>Oh well, you're about to get your long-overdue filly-palooza.
>You steel yourself at the side of the wagon, under one of the overhanging parts of the table.
>You nudge it closer and closer to you with your head, bracing yourself for when it finally falls.
>As you expected, when the full weight of the table comes down on top of you, your knees bend, your back strains, and you grit your teeth.
>With a grunt, you take your first few agonizing steps.
>Suddenly, some of the weight is alleviated and you straighten up a bit, looking around.
>Apple Bloom has taken up position behind you. "Yah looked lyke yah could use sum help."
>She smiles, and you see a hint of that same blush from earlier.
Thanks Apple Bloom. You're a big help.
>The two of you shuffle up the stairs to the clubhouse, table shifting side-to-side with each hoof fall.
>From behind, you hear some mumbling. "Umm... Slasher... About what happened outside of the spa..."
>You're three-quarters of the way up.
>"Do you... Do you think you could do that again?"
>You grin.
Sure, Apple Bloom. Have you ever heard of a happy ending?

>The two of you finally get the table up the stairs and inside.
>With a heave, you buck it off and it crashes to the floor.
>"Hey, be careful over there!" Scootaloo bounds over to it and checks for any damage.
>You and Apple Bloom slump over against the wall and catch your breath while Scoots and Sweetie Belle get to setting up the table.
>Five minutes and several failed attempts later, the clubhouse has a new decoration.
>Scootaloo and Sweetie jump up onto the table playfully.
>They giggle and wrestle for a bit, excited for another shot at their destinies.
>"Are you two coming, or what?" Sweetie taunts.
>"Cahm on, Slasher." Apple Bloom helps you up and the two of you join the others on the table.
>You're a little surprised, but the table is actually big enough for two of you to lie down next to each other.
So... who's massaging who?
>"Not it!" Apple Bloom and Scootaloo shout at the same time and then clop their hooves together excitedly.
>The two dive onto the table and get comfortable.
>You look at Sweetie and shrug.
>Damn, you really wanted to get your hooves on that mini-marshmallow...
>She leans down, pressing her hooves to Scoots' back, testing the waters.
>You bite your bottom lip.
>God, that's cute.
>Guess you'll just have to settle for giving Apple Bloom what she wants.
>You turn your attention to the filly in question and oil up your hooves.
>You straddle her back and smirk.
>Time to get to work.

>You press your hooves to her withers with force.
>The sensation of your touch along with the cold oil make Apple Bloom jolt.
>A content hum escapes her muzzle.
>She sighs and quickly settles back down.
>You trace circles along her back, digging into her coat occasionly.
>She groans softly and you can feel light vibrations travel through her barrel.
>You work your way closer to her flanks, kneading her skin along the way.
>Apple Bloom begins to moan louder.
>Your actions seem to have caught the attention of your two friends.
>Sweetie looks over in wonder. "Ooh, Slasher, you're good at this. Teach me?"
>She gives you the biggest puppy dog stare you've ever seen in your life.
>Her eyes shimmer in the light and her bottom lip quivers.
>As if you needed any more of a reason...
Lie down.
>Scootaloo scootches over and Sweetie takes her place between her and Apple Bloom.
>You hop over onto Sweetie's flank.
>You grind your plot against the base of her tail and shiver.
>You lower yourself down and press your muzzle to her neck.
>You inhale deeply and feel your juices begin to flow.
>Sweetie giggles. "What're you doing, you silly filly?"
>You decided that it's better to not keep her waiting and push your hooves into her barrel.
>She tenses for a brief moment and gasps.
>You grin, and redouble your efforts, moving closer and closer to her flank.
>A light bulb goes off above your head.
>You lean forward again, this time with your attention focused on Sweetie's horn.
>Delicately, you wrap your lips around it.
>Sweetie wriggles softly in a mock attempt to escape your clutches.
>You trace her spiral with the flat of your tongue and suck lightly.
>Sweetie's eyes flutter and she gasps.
>"Mmm... Slasher... Don't... Stop..."

>To your left you can hear wet schlicking sounds and quiet moans.
>You turn.
>Apple Bloom is on her back now and she's begun mashing her twat to the sight of you and Sweetie.
>Her mane is disheveled and her bow hangs at an odd angle.
>"Ah... Ah... Feel so gooooood." She whinnies.
>To your right you hear a familiar buzzing of wings.
>Scootaloo's tongue is hanging out of her mouth and she's panting.
>"Do me next, Slasher. Pleeease..."
>She pushes Sweetie out of the way and waits anxiously, her hips wiggling eagerly.
>You sigh. You'll be back for more of dat Belle, but for now, you might as well shut Scoots up.
>You transition fillies once more and begin your work anew.
>This time you focus on her wings.
>You've heard about how sensitive they can get.
>You dig your hooves into the base of her wings.
>Scootaloo's body contorts violently in ecstasy.
>"Mmmmmmmfff! Yeeesss..."
>Her legs kick out from her lightly.
>You alternate between stimulating her wings and her flank.
>"Mmmmmoar!" She roars.
>You look back to your left.
>Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle have begun making out and rubbing against each other.
>This massage thing really was the best idea ever.
>Everything's coming up Slasher.

>You are now Wuten.
>Or rather, Wuten is his name.
>He stands, silhouetted by a simple wooden structure.
>It can't be much bigger than a single room. 
>One door.
>He's come to finish this.
>To claim his prize.
>He strides up to the door and knocks.
Wuten would like to borrow some Ragu. His dinner is almost ready, but he forgot the sauce.
>No answer.
>Instead, his answer comes in the form of muffled moaning from inside.
>That would explain why they didn't hear his knocking...
>He leans over to the window to look inside.
He's wondering if everyone is okay in th-
>Oh shit.
>There's a filly fuck fest going on inside.
>Wuten's never been a foaliphile, but this is actually pretty hot...
>He ducks down, hiding as much of himself from sight as possible while peeking inside.
>The white and yellow one are rolling around on top of each other, gyrating their flanks.
>He can see the black of a brown filly working over an orange one.
>Wuten begins loosening his trench coat, his hoof traveling to his nethers.
>He begins idly stroking and his horn glows, beginning to conjure a noodly mass.
>The yellow one moans. "Slasher, please... Yah promised..."
>Wuten is about to finish until he hears this.
Slasher? Did she just say Slasher?
>He takes a closer look at the brown one's flank.
>It's a fleshlight.
>He's been jerking it to his intended target?!
>At the realization, his coat erupts in spaghetti, forming new appendages.
He's come to take you back to the princess!
>He shouts as his linguini arm bursts through the window, shattering the glass and wrapping Slasher in a carbohydrate prison.
Haha! Now that collector's edition Spiderp0ny comic will be his!
>"Hey now, are you trying to muscle in on my territory?"

>He is now Alex, official narrator of the flutterape thread.
>And some blockhead is trying to take his job from him.
>As if this Wuten guy even knows what he's doing...
>Alex floats down from his viewpoint atop a cloud.
>He's just an Earth pony, but Celestia had rewarded him with his own personal cloud.
>She said it was because only he could tell the story of her land.
>Her people needed him.
And what makes you think that you could be better than Celestia's hand-picked narrator?

>He is now Wuten.
>And he won't be relegated to greentext.
>His perspective is the one that shall drive the story!
>There is no need for this... false prophet...
>He speaks into his headset.
Wuten is your red god! Kneel before him!

>He is Alex again.
>And he simply laughs at the incredulity of this lowly pastamancer.
>He waves a hoof dismissingly and yawns.
He has no need to heed your ridiculous demands.
He knows that he is the only true narrator.
However, he must insist that you stop this travesty.

>You are now Fillyslasher.
>All this perspective changing is really making you dizzy.
>Not to mention being felt up by angelhair...
>Oh wait...
>This is just food, right?
>You take a bite of your culinary prison.
>Yum.
>Hastily, you eat your way to freedom.
>Silently, you gesture to the rest of the CMC at the door and sneak out, breaking into a sprint once you're out of earshot.

>You all end up back in P0nyville before too long.
>You figure that if you’re in a crowded area these weirdos won’t try anything.
>You and the CMC trot through town dejectedly.
>After their failure to get cutie marks, they are understandably down in the dumps.
>So are you.
>You’ve been moist all day.
>It’s really irritating that you got cockblocked by those random guys!
>You’re sure Molestia has something to do with this.
>You’re on your way back to the clubhouse when you spy her in her treehouse library.
>It’s her!
>Your angel!
>Your goddess!
>Your [MOTHER]!
>Twilight Sparkle is talking to some unimportant p0ny at her door.
>Just gazing upon her wonderful purple coat and elegant horn sends shivers down your spine.
>How you long to have her and Sweetie together...
>You need to seize this chance.
>Surely destiny has delivered her to you!
>It must be an act of providence!
>You gallop as fast as your stubby little legs can carry you!
“Twilight, Twilight!”
>She looks around, confused, for your voice.
>You reach her, and nuzzle into her leg at the shoulder.
>She looks down at you.
>Initially she’s shocked, but soon realises who you are.
>She did turn you into a filly, after all.
>”SLASHER! What are you doing here?! I thought you were supposed to be in Celestia’s dungeon!”

“Uh... Um...”
>Oh shit. You can’t say that you escaped.
>She’d return you in a heartbeat.
“I, uh... I’m on parole for good behaviour! I took all those cocks like a good little filly.”
>The p0ny that Twilight was talking to before you arrived looks at you in disgust.
>She quickly takes her book and leaves.
>Good.
>Now it’s just you and her.
>The less interfering p0nies, the better.
>Twilight seemingly doesn’t agree.
>She looks down at you with an intense look of rage on her face.
>It’s just like you always dreamed!
>You wonder what she’ll do to you.
>Maybe she’ll take you down to her basement and probe you.
>Maybe she’ll reset you over and over!
>Maybe she’ll get inside your brain!
“Oh, Twilight! TAKE ME!”
>”Eww! Never in a million years, you little pervert! I read what you wrote about me!”
>Oh.
>Oh dear.
>You may have made a serious mistake.
>”How could you write me as a psycho?! You completely mischaracterised me! I would never use my magic to hurt anyp0ny! Or anyhuman!”
“It’s anybody.”
>”WHATEVER! I don’t care. Now leave me alone, you creep!”
>You feel your weight shift as she levitates you in a purple aura.
>You’re actually touching Twilight’s magic!
>It’s like a thousand tiny needles just poised to poke into your flesh!
>It’s amazing!

>”Is something the matter, dear?”
>WHAT?
>Who was that?
>A unicorn in a mortarboard walks out from within the library.
>He has a cutie mark of a penis with a mortarboard similar to the one he’s wearing with a moustache, monocle and wand.
>”Oh, it’s nothing important, Clever Dick. Just some filly that was bothering me.”
>Clever Dick...
>You’ll remember that name.
>He’s the one who stole your Twilight away from you.
>He’s corrupted her!
>”Oh, well come inside when you’re done. I have some more racy ideas to run by you...”
>He winks and turns to go back into the library.
>YOU’LL KILL HIM!
>Twilight’s scowl returns in full force as she turns to look at you again.
>”Now get out of here! And next time I see you, you’re going straight to Celestia! You’re just lucky I have better things to do than to deal with you!”
>She throws you with her magic, and for yet another time today you go flying through the air.
>You land with a crunch on your head about 20 feet away, skidding in the dirt and creating a ditch.
>You sure are glad that Celestia made it so that you can’t die.
>The CMC trot over to you in panic.
>”Slasher! Are you ok?!” Sweetie Belle exclaims, voice cracks and all.
>They all loom over you, wanting to check you for injuries.
>You pick yourself up and stand on all four legs, but the world is tilted sideways.
>Oh, wait. You got this.
>You take a hold of your head with both hooves and realign your head with a sickening crack.
>The CMC all look at you and wince in disgust.
>”D-doesn’t that hurt?” Scootaloo asks.
“Oh incredibly so. But it’s ok.”
>You start trotting off in the direction of the clubhouse, the CMC following you.
>You need to get a headstart and get back asap.
>You need to plan how you’ll win Twilight from that talentless hack!

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