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Some older style flutterrape:
>Day something something beer in equestria.
>Eating a manwich. Without the beef. It's just two pieces of bread.
>But you feel manier because it's a manwich.
>Surrounded by goddamn female horses all the time, you feel the urge to compensate.
>Anon hears a knock at the door.
Oh good. It's fluttershy.
>Opening the door with a baseball bat in your hand, and some brass knuckles in the other, you prep yourself for a fight.
>You open the door, and see all the different colored ponies
>Looking down, anon sees some big ass eyes look back.
>You can't stop staring in those adorable eyes.
>Yellow mellow says "You are looking into my eyes. You are getting sleepy."
You are getting sleepy
>Fluttershy yawns. "Listen to my soft, cute voice"
Listen to your soft, cute voice
>"Ohhh, you!" squeaked yellow pony. "I didn't tell you to repeat THAT." She blushes.
>You look deeper inside of fluttershy's eyes. Her deep blue eyes. All you have in your mind is that blue.
>Not thirty feet away, bluefast was hovering by your house.
>"Hey anon, I'm bored. You got any more comic books?"
>Your eyes break contact for one second, looking at rainbow dash.
>Just as fluttershy drones, "I want you to cum inside of me."
I want to cum inside of rainbow dash.
>"No. No. I want you to cum inside of me. Inside of ME."
>You airborne tackle rainbow, and make good on your previous statement.
>Not a very good day for shy.
>You asserted your dominance, and thus a good day is had for you.
***********************************************************************************************************
>Day... day... what day is this? Oh, and you're in equestria.
>There is no concept of work days here. It seems that there are no sundays. At least according to AJ
>It seems that applepony is working hard as usual. You join her for a few hours, earning some bits, and some machismo.
>Putting on the yolk, anon starts hauling the plow with brute strength
>When you fall through the ground.
>And then suddenly, diamond dogs! Or rather, dog.
>Surprised, you kick out with one of your legs.
>It misses. You still hear a yell though.
>"YEOOWCH" screamed Rover.
>"I hired you on one condition. You don't HURT anon." said the shadowy figure.
>Fluttershy steps from the shadows.
>"Anon, um..." yellow stutters "I'm ssorry I had to do this. I really hate enclosed spaces" she squeaks.
No, it's totally fine. I'll just wait here, and let you finish explaining why you've dug yourself in a hole.
>Fluttershy walks closer, her hooves pinning you down.
>"I know rarity wouldn't be pleased." shy looked away as she was speaking "But I want you to know that, will you marry me anon."
Real sweet, but shouldn't you be having a ring if you're going to marry me.
>"Oh, I already have it." says buttershy as Rover opens a ring box with two rings.
>So much for fooling fluttershy into grabbing a ring thought anon.
>Fluttershy pins down real hard. "I'm going to enjoy every minute of this..." fluttershy paused "early honeymoon."
>Her yellow butt starts grinding against your jeans.
>Anonymous gasps in air for one last shout. Maybe applejack'll hear this.
AJ! WE'VE GOT A GOPHER PROBLEM HERE
>Applejack goes into action, grabbing a hose the width of two fire hoses. "Anonymous, I'm ah coming."
>Sealing the hole with the nozzle, she yells "BIG MAC, GET READY FOR OPERATION DRAINPIPE"
>Big Mac grunts in agreement "AYUP".
1/2
>Those diamond dogs keep trying to take off your jeans, and you keep kicking.
>fluttershy vigorously rubs what's underneath, and you start cursing.
>Then you hear a glorious, triumphant rumble.
>PHOOSH!
>Anon, fluttershy, and Rover all get swept up in the current, and out of a hole just next to fluttershy's small garden.
>Everyone flys up twenty feet in the air.
>With hindsight being the way it is, you then realize the reasoning behind flutternutter's gardening fetish.
>You also realize that you have no wings.
>But you have man's best friend.
>Grabbing Rover, the diamond dog breaks the fall with a CRUNCH.
>Anon gets up and grabs his jeans from Rover's hand.
Good dog
>Fluttershy notices, and tries to fly towards anon.
>And stops just in front of an angry rarity.
>"Darling?" smiles Rarity. This was not a happy smile.
>"Rarity, can this happen later? I need to talk to anon."
>"Mind explaining to me what is going on here?" This was not a happy smile at all.
>Anon tuned out the yelling, and then the fighting, and then the sounds of beating an almost dead yellow horse. You do not care.
>You give no fucks, and you definitely weren't fucking fluttershy.
2/2
******************************************************************************************************
>Space.
>The final frontier.
>More specifically, from a house orbiting around the moon.
>Luna came over to visit you occasionally, donating some air and food.
>Each visit, she remensenced about her journeys and tribulations during her exile.
>It turns out that their moon is far more than just a dull rock.
>Still, living in zero gravity had its own charm.
>It feels like being underwater, but without it pressing around your skin.
>Even throwing up on the first day was fun, when trying to chase your barf using only human enginuity and a spatula.
>Though, the fifth day of that wasn't so fun.
>You found silence made everything more tranquil.
>Eggs taste better. Everything feels more sharp.
>Looking outside the window, Earth reveals her radience.
>She looks so small. So lonely.
>You smile, realizing the significance of solitude.
>Soon, meditation became a thing.
>Luna told you how to explore space using limited astral projection.
>While your spirit sits on your roof, billions upon billions of beams of light sear into the mind.
>Never wavering in the vacumn of space.
>Nebulae, black holes, distant planets.
>They all spoke to you.
>Either that or it the weed.
>Space was fukkin' magic.
>Absolutely, totally one with the universe.
>"Anon, is zero-g sex your fetish?"
>Fluttershy's yellow posterier floats in the air in front of the real you, demonstating its desire.
>You swiped her away, giving her the look of cold contempt.
>Calmly, you grab a can of beans. And a packet of matches.
"Fluttershy, how'd you like to be the first space explorer?"
>Fluttershy blushed. "Only if it's with you, anon."
>You stuff the beans in her maw. Right away it takes effect, causing a roaring, constant fart.
>Taking the match, you light the methane trail.
"Command to Flutterjet, you have the ok to go to Uranus."
>Launching her away, anywhere but here.
>Figuratively, you fucked with her.
>But at least you didn't
>Dock your penis within Fluttershy.
*****************************************************************************************************
Note: Remake on an older Flutterrape oneshot:
>Day oxyclean in equestria.
>You woke up from yet another dream, REMEMBERING BILLY MAYS!
>Sigh as you woke up. 9/11 Firefighters? Ehhh. Billy Mays? He will be missed.
>Now, every other informercial makes you cringe when other people were TRYING TO GO ON CRUISE CONTROL FOR COOL (and failing).
>Once again, it was yet another day of laying on your ass, watching TV.
>Too lazy to make a sandvich, or a sammich, you drink bacon bits straight from the bottle.
>You and the TV had some good memories together, both Pre- and Post-Equestria.
>My Little Human starts when you turn on the TV screen.
>The main character, Tim was relatable until he became a millionaire.
>Shit was so contrived, when he completed an assasination mission for $40mil.
>And now he can just buy away his problems.
>Ruined forever, the ride ends, doompaul.jpg
>After the end, it's informercial time.
>You try to change the channel in vain, realizing that there are no batteries in the remote.
>Your one arm juts straight out from your body to swing up enough momentum to get up.
"Heil Hitler, Heil Hitler!"
>Guess you're stuck here watching the scout trying to outdo BILLY MAYS!
>Once again though, TV has disappointed you.
>"HI! FLUTTER SHY HERE!"
>Your facepalm pierces the heavens.
"Oh, God."
>The screen looks all blurry, like it's some 70's buddy cop show.
>Which makes sense considering equine technology.
>Fluttershy's eyes were unfocused and clouded.
>An orange table took the strain of her shaking front hooves.
>She speaks with a squeaky, nervous voice.
>Still better than Vince Offer.
1/?
>"HATING JACKING OFF, 'CAUSE YOU'RE NO HASSLEHOFF?"
>"DO YOU WANT TO GET LAID, BUT CAN'T AFFORD A MAID?"
"Iron Will, see what you have done? Your seminars are now officially a hate crime."
>"THEN HAVE SEX WITH A REAL LIVE PONY!"
>Fluttershy flips the table, knocking the camera down.
>Spike's voice comes from the speakers. "Ow, Fluttershy."
>She lifts the camera, and pushes it towards her marehood.
>The icing on the cake was the screen wipe slowly changing the scene from left to right.
"Yeah. There was no budget here, was there Butterbutts?"
>"WHY BOTHER WITH THE HASSLE OF CHEAP PORN VIDEOS?"
>"YOUR CABINET FULL OF FLESHLIGHTS? DON'T NEED 'EM!"
>She swipes her hoof wiping the table clean.
>Fleshlights flew straight at the camera, creating a few seconds of shaky cam.
>Spike doesn't get paid enough for this.
>Her ears droop. "Ummm, sorry Spike."
"It's sad when I have to struggle to not use the MST3K mantra for this."
>In closer inspection, those were your fleshlights.
>Now you know why they disappeared like your socks.
>No, wait. Don't answer that.
>It's too early to be saying, fucking Fluttershy.
>But you're mumbling it.
"Fucking Fluttershy."
>Her tirade continues.
TIRED OF STICKY DICKS? LET FUTTERSHY CLEAN IT FOR YOU WITH HER PATENTED VACUMN ACTION! LETS SEE THAT ON SCREEN!
>This screen wipe was that of dots, expanding into diamonds that revealed the next screen.
>It revealed some even more amateurish shaky cam with fluttershy sucking a dick in shady lighting.
>"Ummmm. BigMac, I'm scared."
>"And I'm hard. Why are we talking?"
"And that's how Applebloom got her camera cutie mark."
>There was a time splice, as the timer on the cam went from 13:05 to 13:07, cutting to yellowbelly coughing
>On closer inspection, you could see a patch of purple hair where her 'wings' were supposed to be.
"Twilight is worst stunt double."
>The screen fades to white.
"Bring on the fucking brain bleach."
2/?
>Tearing this infomercial a new one had a certain amusement to it.
>The whiteness on the TV fades, as it revealed a baggy eyed, twitching Fluttershy.
>She stands next to a chalkboard, pointing out what was written.
>"FLUTTERSHY COMPLIES TO ANY AND ALL FETISHES INCLUDING!"
>"BONDAGE!"
>"RAPELAY!"
"Is that roleplay, or Rapelay(TM)?"
>That was a stupid question, only for stupid people.
"Fuck me(TM)."
>"LOVECRAFTIAN HORROR!"
>Your mind envisions a tentacled monster, grabbing Fluttershy and eating her in its maw.
>Face frowning when that was not a vision, it was a memory.
>You shudder.
>There was another screen swipe that looked like it was unrolling parchment, revealing the next scene.
>"Oh, BigMac!"
>"Ahyep."
>"HARDER! OH GOD, HARDER!"
>"Sure thing miss Cheerliee."
>The CMC in the closet, peeking. Probably thinking of getting their voyeur cutiemarks.
"That explains Sweetie Belle's binoculars on her ass."
3/?
>"FLUTTERSHY IS ECONOMICAL TOO!"
>"SHE WILL SAVE YOU HUNDREDS OF DOLLARS ON TISSUES!"
>Popping out from a pile of tissues, she hollers,
>"THAT'S CASH IN THE TRASH!"
>Those were your personal tissues. Nop0ny else ever folds their tissues like yours.
>CMC cleaning service, my ass. Fluttershy probably paid them double.
>And why would anyone get a tissue cutie mark from this?
>Scootaloo's pride of it made you lose your sides in public.
>No guilt then, and definitely no guilt now.
>The yellow mare goes in full temptress mode, waving her plot as she looks back at the camera.
"Stupid, non-sexy Fluttershy."
>"AND FLUTTERSHY'S ALL YOURS FOR $19.99"
>"BUT WAIT! THERE'S MORE, GET RAPED BY ME AND YOU GET RAPED AGAIN! WHAT GREAT VALUE! just pay shipping and handling."
"Well Flutters, that ship has long sailed. And crashed. And its crew got violated by Posideon's dick sharks."
>The doorbell rings.
"Gee, I wonder who that could be?"
>Opening the door confirms your suspicions.
>"HI, FLUTTER SHY HERE!"
"Fluttershy, I don't have a fetish for Billy Mares wannabes"
>"BUT I CAN OFFER YOU A FREE TRIAL VERSION!"
"Gee, what a steal."
>"really?" Fluttershy's pupils dilate while her wingboner flaps into overtime.
"Of my money."
>You whisper a silent prayer to THE BIG GUY! apologizing for Butter Pone's transgressions.
>And then you punt her between two trees
"Touchdown"
>How dare she ask to pay for the privilege of
"FUCKING FLUTTERSHY!"
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>Oh, hello Anon. I wanted to know if um.
What is it, Fluttershy. I'm busy.
>Is your fetish doing it in the sky?
>Anon walks off to the side and talks directly to you, the reader.
>Pinkie Pie peers from the corner, obviously pissed that someone else is using her schtick.
That Fluttershy
That Fluttershy!
I do not like
that Fluttershy.
>Do you like
>sex in the sky?
I do not like it,
Fluttershy.
I do not like
sex in the sky.
>Would you fuck me
>here or there?
I would not fuck you
here or there.
I would not fuck you
anywhere.
I do not like
sex in the sky.
I do not like you,
Fluttershy.
>Would you fuck me
>in a house?
>Would you fuck me
>with a mouse?
I do not want you
in a house.
I do not want you
with a mouse.
I do not want you
here or there.
I do not want you
anywhere.
I do not like sex in the sky.
I do not like you, Fluttershy.
>Would you fuck me
>in a box?
>Would you fuck me
>with a fox?
Not in a box.
Not with a fox.
Not in a house.
Not with a mouse.
I would not fuck you here or there.
I would not fuck you anywhere.
I would not fuck you in the sky,
I do not like you, Fluttershy.
>Would you? Could you?
>in a car?
>Eat me! Eat me!
>Here you are.
I would not,
could not,
in a car
>You may like sex.
>You will see.
>You may like sex
>in a tree?
I would not, could not in a tree.
Not in a car! You let me be.
I do not like you in a box.
I do not like you with a fox
I do not like you in a house
I do mot like you with a mouse
I do not like you here or there.
I do not like you anywhere.
I do not like you in the sky.
I do not like you, Fluttershy.
1/?
>A train! A train!
>A train! A train!
>Could you, would you
>on a train?
Not on a train! Not in a tree!
Not in a car! Fluttershy! Let me be!
I would not, could not, in a box.
I could not, would not, with a fox.
I will not hump you with a mouse
I will not hump you in a house.
I will not hump you here or there.
I will not hump you anywhere.
I do not like you, Fluttershy.
>Say!
>In the dark?
>Here in the dark!
>Would you, could you, in the dark?
I would not, could not,
in the dark.
>Would you, could you,
>in the rain?
I would not, could not, in the rain.
Not in the dark. Not on a train,
Not in a car, Not in a tree.
I do not like you, Fluttershy, you see.
Not in a house. Not in a box.
Not with a mouse. Not with a fox.
I will not fuck you here or there.
I do not like you anywhere!
>You do not like
>sex in the sky?
I do not
like it,
Fluttershy.
>Could you, would you,
>with a goat?
I would not,
could not.
with a goat!
>Would you, could you,
>on a boat?
I could not, would not, on a boat.
I will not, will not, with a goat.
I will not fuck you in the rain.
I will not fuck you on a train.
Not in the dark! Not in a tree!
Not in a car! You let me be!
I do not like you in a box.
I do not like you with a fox.
I will not eat you in a house.
I do not like you with a mouse.
I do not like you here or there.
I do not like you ANYWHERE!
I do not like
sex in
the sky!
I do not like you,
Fluttershy!
2/?
>You do not like me.
>SO you say.
>Try me! Try me!
>And you may.
>Try me and you may I say.
Fluttershy!
If you will let me be,
I will fuck you.
You will see.
Say!
I like sex in the sky!
I do!! I like you, Fluttershy!
And I would fuck you in a boat!
And I would fuck you with a goat...
And I will fuck you in the rain.
And in the dark. And on a train.
And in a car. And in a tree.
It feels so good, so good, you see!
So I will fuck you in a box.
And I will fuck you with a fox.
And I will fuck you in a house.
And I will fuck you with a mouse.
And I will fuck you here and there.
Say! I will fuck you ANYWHERE!
I do so like
sex in the sky!
Thank you!
Thank you,
Fluttershy!
>That was when you, Fluttershy, woke up.
>Unfortunately, it was all a dream.
>And it was time to clean up your bed covers again.
>Taking a shower to wash off the stickyness, you figure out what today's guess would be.
"Anon, is talking in iambic tetrameter your fetish?"
>You put on your best, deep, Anon voice.
>"Of course I would, Fluttershy. Speaking in arbritary constraints is my fetish."
>Smiling, you lather up your pony body.
"I know! Sexy, right?"
>Rinsing yourself off, you think of your friends though.
"Maybe I should um, dumb down what I said. I don't want Twilight to feel bad."
>Ever since you solved that brain teaser book that Twilight racked her brains on, it was best that you think of something else.
>Then you had a perfect idea.
>Making sure that nop0ny watched, you shake your body to dry off and get ready for a new day.
"Anon, is Dr.Seuss your fetish? That's perfect!"

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Some older style flutterrape:

>Day something something beer in equestria.
>Eating a manwich.  Without the beef.  It's just two pieces of bread.
>But you feel manier because it's a manwich.
>Surrounded by goddamn female horses all the time, you feel the urge to compensate.
>Anon hears a knock at the door.
Oh good.  It's fluttershy.
>Opening the door with a baseball bat in your hand, and some brass knuckles in the other, you prep yourself for a fight.
>You open the door, and see all the different colored ponies
>Looking down, anon sees some big ass eyes look back.
>You can't stop staring in those adorable eyes.
>Yellow mellow says "You are looking into my eyes.  You are getting sleepy."
You are getting sleepy
>Fluttershy yawns. "Listen to my soft, cute voice"
Listen to your soft, cute voice
>"Ohhh, you!" squeaked yellow pony. "I didn't tell you to repeat THAT."  She blushes.
>You look deeper inside of fluttershy's eyes.  Her deep blue eyes.  All you have in your mind is that blue.
>Not thirty feet away, bluefast was hovering by your house.
>"Hey anon, I'm bored.  You got any more comic books?"
>Your eyes break contact for one second, looking at rainbow dash.
>Just as fluttershy drones, "I want you to cum inside of me."
I want to cum inside of rainbow dash.
>"No.  No.  I want you to cum inside of me.  Inside of ME."
>You airborne tackle rainbow, and make good on your previous statement.
>Not a very good day for shy.
>You asserted your dominance, and thus a good day is had for you.


***********************************************************************************************************

>Day... day... what day is this?  Oh, and you're in equestria.
>There is no concept of work days here.  It seems that there are no sundays. At least according to AJ
>It seems that applepony is working hard as usual.  You join her for a few hours, earning some bits, and some machismo.
>Putting on the yolk, anon starts hauling the plow with brute strength
>When you fall through the ground.
>And then suddenly, diamond dogs!  Or rather, dog.
>Surprised, you kick out with one of your legs.
>It misses.  You still hear a yell though.
>"YEOOWCH" screamed Rover.
>"I hired you on one condition.  You don't HURT anon." said the shadowy figure.
>Fluttershy steps from the shadows.
>"Anon, um..." yellow stutters "I'm ssorry I had to do this. I really hate enclosed spaces" she squeaks.
No, it's totally fine.  I'll just wait here, and let you finish explaining why you've dug yourself in a hole.
>Fluttershy walks closer, her hooves pinning you down.
>"I know rarity wouldn't be pleased." shy looked away as she was speaking "But I want you to know that, will you marry me anon."
Real sweet, but shouldn't you be having a ring if you're going to marry me.
>"Oh, I already have it." says buttershy as Rover opens a ring box with two rings.
>So much for fooling fluttershy into grabbing a ring thought anon.
>Fluttershy pins down real hard.  "I'm going to enjoy every minute of this..." fluttershy paused "early honeymoon."
>Her yellow butt starts grinding against your jeans.
>Anonymous gasps in air for one last shout.  Maybe applejack'll hear this.
AJ!  WE'VE GOT A GOPHER PROBLEM HERE
>Applejack goes into action, grabbing a hose the width of two fire hoses. "Anonymous, I'm ah coming."
>Sealing the hole with the nozzle, she yells "BIG MAC, GET READY FOR OPERATION DRAINPIPE"
>Big Mac grunts in agreement "AYUP".
1/2

>Those diamond dogs keep trying to take off your jeans, and you keep kicking.
>fluttershy vigorously rubs what's underneath, and you start cursing.
>Then you hear a glorious, triumphant rumble.
>PHOOSH!
>Anon, fluttershy, and Rover all get swept up in the current, and out of a hole just next to fluttershy's small garden.
>Everyone flys up twenty feet in the air.
>With hindsight being the way it is, you then realize the reasoning behind flutternutter's gardening fetish.
>You also realize that you have no wings.
>But you have man's best friend.
>Grabbing Rover, the diamond dog breaks the fall with a CRUNCH.
>Anon gets up and grabs his jeans from Rover's hand.
Good dog
>Fluttershy notices, and tries to fly towards anon.
>And stops just in front of an angry rarity.
>"Darling?" smiles Rarity.  This was not a happy smile.
>"Rarity, can this happen later?  I need to talk to anon."
>"Mind explaining to me what is going on here?"  This was not a happy smile at all.
>Anon tuned out the yelling, and then the fighting, and then the sounds of beating an almost dead yellow horse.  You do not care.
>You give no fucks, and you definitely weren't fucking fluttershy.
2/2

******************************************************************************************************

>Space.
>The final frontier.
>More specifically, from a house orbiting around the moon.
>Luna came over to visit you occasionally, donating some air and food.
>Each visit, she remensenced about her journeys and tribulations during her exile.
>It turns out that their moon is far more than just a dull rock.
>Still, living in zero gravity had its own charm.
>It feels like being underwater, but without it pressing around your skin.
>Even throwing up on the first day was fun, when trying to chase your barf using only human enginuity and a spatula.
>Though, the fifth day of that wasn't so fun.
>You found silence made everything more tranquil.
>Eggs taste better.  Everything feels more sharp.
>Looking outside the window, Earth reveals her radience.
>She looks so small.  So lonely.
>You smile, realizing the significance of solitude.
>Soon, meditation became a thing.
>Luna told you how to explore space using limited astral projection.
>While your spirit sits on your roof, billions upon billions of beams of light sear into the mind.
>Never wavering in the vacumn of space.
>Nebulae, black holes, distant planets.
>They all spoke to you.
>Either that or it the weed.
>Space was fukkin' magic.
>Absolutely, totally one with the universe.
>"Anon, is zero-g sex your fetish?"
>Fluttershy's yellow posterier floats in the air in front of the real you, demonstating its desire.
>You swiped her away, giving her the look of cold contempt.
>Calmly, you grab a can of beans.  And a packet of matches.
"Fluttershy, how'd you like to be the first space explorer?"
>Fluttershy blushed.  "Only if it's with you, anon."
>You stuff the beans in her maw.  Right away it takes effect, causing a roaring, constant fart.
>Taking the match, you light the methane trail.
"Command to Flutterjet, you have the ok to go to Uranus."
>Launching her away, anywhere but here.
>Figuratively, you fucked with her.
>But at least you didn't
>Dock your penis within Fluttershy.

*****************************************************************************************************

Note: Remake on an older Flutterrape oneshot:

>Day oxyclean in equestria.
>You woke up from yet another dream, REMEMBERING BILLY MAYS!
>Sigh as you woke up.  9/11 Firefighters? Ehhh.  Billy Mays? He will be missed.
>Now, every other informercial makes you cringe when other people were TRYING TO GO ON CRUISE CONTROL FOR COOL (and failing).
>Once again, it was yet another day of laying on your ass, watching TV.
>Too lazy to make a sandvich, or a sammich, you drink bacon bits straight from the bottle.
>You and the TV had some good memories together, both Pre- and Post-Equestria.
>My Little Human starts when you turn on the TV screen.
>The main character, Tim was relatable until he became a millionaire.
>Shit was so contrived, when he completed an assasination mission for $40mil.
>And now he can just buy away his problems.
>Ruined forever, the ride ends, doompaul.jpg
>After the end, it's informercial time.
>You try to change the channel in vain, realizing that there are no batteries in the remote.
>Your one arm juts straight out from your body to swing up enough momentum to get up.
"Heil Hitler, Heil Hitler!"
>Guess you're stuck here watching the scout trying to outdo BILLY MAYS!
>Once again though, TV has disappointed you.
>"HI! FLUTTER SHY HERE!"
>Your facepalm pierces the heavens.
"Oh, God."
>The screen looks all blurry, like it's some 70's buddy cop show.
>Which makes sense considering equine technology.
>Fluttershy's eyes were unfocused and clouded.
>An orange table took the strain of her shaking front hooves.
>She speaks with a squeaky, nervous voice.
>Still better than Vince Offer. 
1/?

>"HATING JACKING OFF, 'CAUSE YOU'RE NO HASSLEHOFF?"
>"DO YOU WANT TO GET LAID, BUT CAN'T AFFORD A MAID?"
"Iron Will, see what you have done?  Your seminars are now officially a hate crime."
>"THEN HAVE SEX WITH A REAL LIVE PONY!"
>Fluttershy flips the table, knocking the camera down.
>Spike's voice comes from the speakers.  "Ow, Fluttershy."
>She lifts the camera, and pushes it towards her marehood.
>The icing on the cake was the screen wipe slowly changing the scene from left to right.
"Yeah.  There was no budget here, was there Butterbutts?"
>"WHY BOTHER WITH THE HASSLE OF CHEAP PORN VIDEOS?"
>"YOUR CABINET FULL OF FLESHLIGHTS? DON'T NEED 'EM!"
>She swipes her hoof wiping the table clean.
>Fleshlights flew straight at the camera, creating a few seconds of shaky cam.
>Spike doesn't get paid enough for this.
>Her ears droop.  "Ummm, sorry Spike."
"It's sad when I have to struggle to not use the MST3K mantra for this."
>In closer inspection, those were your fleshlights.
>Now you know why they disappeared like your socks.
>No, wait.  Don't answer that.
>It's too early to be saying, fucking Fluttershy.
>But you're mumbling it.
"Fucking Fluttershy."
>Her tirade continues.
TIRED OF STICKY DICKS? LET FUTTERSHY CLEAN IT FOR YOU WITH HER PATENTED VACUMN ACTION!  LETS SEE THAT ON SCREEN!
>This screen wipe was that of dots, expanding into diamonds that revealed the next screen.
>It revealed some even more amateurish shaky cam with fluttershy sucking a dick in shady lighting.
>"Ummmm.  BigMac, I'm scared."
>"And I'm hard.  Why are we talking?"
"And that's how Applebloom got her camera cutie mark."
>There was a time splice, as the timer on the cam went from 13:05 to 13:07, cutting to yellowbelly coughing
>On closer inspection, you could see a patch of purple hair where her 'wings' were supposed to be.
"Twilight is worst stunt double."
>The screen fades to white.
"Bring on the fucking brain bleach."
2/?

>Tearing this infomercial a new one had a certain amusement to it.
>The whiteness on the TV fades, as it revealed a baggy eyed, twitching Fluttershy.
>She stands next to a chalkboard, pointing out what was written.
>"FLUTTERSHY COMPLIES TO ANY AND ALL FETISHES INCLUDING!"
>"BONDAGE!"
>"RAPELAY!"
"Is that roleplay, or Rapelay(TM)?"
>That was a stupid question, only for stupid people.
"Fuck me(TM)."
>"LOVECRAFTIAN HORROR!"
>Your mind envisions a tentacled monster, grabbing Fluttershy and eating her in its maw.
>Face frowning when that was not a vision, it was a memory.
>You shudder.
>There was another screen swipe that looked like it was unrolling parchment, revealing the next scene.
>"Oh, BigMac!"
>"Ahyep."
>"HARDER!  OH GOD, HARDER!"
>"Sure thing miss Cheerliee."
>The CMC in the closet, peeking.  Probably thinking of getting their voyeur cutiemarks.
"That explains Sweetie Belle's binoculars on her ass."
3/?
 
 
>"FLUTTERSHY IS ECONOMICAL TOO!"
>"SHE WILL SAVE YOU HUNDREDS OF DOLLARS ON TISSUES!"
>Popping out from a pile of tissues, she hollers,
>"THAT'S CASH IN THE TRASH!"
>Those were your personal tissues.  Nop0ny else ever folds their tissues like yours.
>CMC cleaning service, my ass.  Fluttershy probably paid them double.
>And why would anyone get a tissue cutie mark from this?
>Scootaloo's pride of it made you lose your sides in public.
>No guilt then, and definitely no guilt now.
>The yellow mare goes in full temptress mode, waving her plot as she looks back at the camera.
"Stupid, non-sexy Fluttershy."
>"AND FLUTTERSHY'S ALL YOURS FOR $19.99"
>"BUT WAIT! THERE'S MORE, GET RAPED BY ME AND YOU GET RAPED AGAIN! WHAT GREAT VALUE! just pay shipping and handling."
"Well Flutters, that ship has long sailed.  And crashed.  And its crew got violated by Posideon's dick sharks."
>The doorbell rings.
"Gee, I wonder who that could be?"
>Opening the door confirms your suspicions.
>"HI, FLUTTER SHY HERE!"
"Fluttershy, I don't have a fetish for Billy Mares wannabes"
>"BUT I CAN OFFER YOU A FREE TRIAL VERSION!"
"Gee, what a steal."
>"really?"  Fluttershy's pupils dilate while her wingboner flaps into overtime.
"Of my money."
>You whisper a silent prayer to THE BIG GUY! apologizing for Butter Pone's transgressions.
>And then you punt her between two trees
"Touchdown"
>How dare she ask to pay for the privilege of
"FUCKING FLUTTERSHY!"

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>Oh, hello Anon.  I wanted to know if um.
What is it, Fluttershy.  I'm busy.
>Is your fetish doing it in the sky?
>Anon walks off to the side and talks directly to you, the reader.
>Pinkie Pie peers from the corner, obviously pissed that someone else is using her schtick.

That Fluttershy
That Fluttershy!
I do not like
that Fluttershy.

>Do you like
>sex in the sky?

I do not like it,
Fluttershy.
I do not like
sex in the sky.

>Would you fuck me 
>here or there?

I would not fuck you 
here or there.
I would not fuck you 
anywhere.
I do not like 
sex in the sky.
I do not like you,
Fluttershy.

>Would you fuck me
>in a house?
>Would you fuck me
>with a mouse?

I do not want you
in a house.
I do not want you 
with a mouse.
I do not want you
here or there.
I do not want you
anywhere.
I do not like sex in the sky.
I do not like you, Fluttershy.


>Would you fuck me
>in a box?
>Would you fuck me
>with a fox?

Not in a box.
Not with a fox.
Not in a house.
Not with a mouse.
I would not fuck you here or there.
I would not fuck you anywhere.
I would not fuck you in the sky,
I do not like you, Fluttershy.

>Would you? Could you?
>in a car?
>Eat me! Eat me!
>Here you are.

I would not,
could not,
in a car

>You may like sex.
>You will see.
>You may like sex
>in a tree?
I would not, could not in a tree.
Not in a car! You let me be.

I do not like you in a box.
I do not like you with a fox
I do not like you in a house
I do mot like you with a mouse
I do not like you here or there.
I do not like you anywhere.
I do not like you in the sky.
I do not like you, Fluttershy.
1/?

>A train! A train!
>A train! A train!
>Could you, would you
>on a train?

Not on a train! Not in a tree!
Not in a car! Fluttershy! Let me be!
I would not, could not, in a box.
I could not, would not, with a fox.
I will not hump you with a mouse
I will not hump you in a house.
I will not hump you here or there.
I will not hump you anywhere.
I do not like you, Fluttershy.


>Say!
>In the dark?
>Here in the dark!
>Would you, could you, in the dark?

I would not, could not,
in the dark.

>Would you, could you,
>in the rain?

I would not, could not, in the rain.
Not in the dark. Not on a train,
Not in a car, Not in a tree.
I do not like you, Fluttershy, you see.
Not in a house. Not in a box.
Not with a mouse. Not with a fox.
I will not fuck you here or there.
I do not like you anywhere!

>You do not like 
>sex in the sky?

I do not 
like it,
Fluttershy.

>Could you, would you,
>with a goat?

I would not,
could not.
with a goat!

>Would you, could you,
>on a boat?

I could not, would not, on a boat.
I will not, will not, with a goat.
I will not fuck you in the rain.
I will not fuck you on a train.
Not in the dark! Not in a tree!
Not in a car! You let me be!
I do not like you in a box.
I do not like you with a fox.
I will not eat you in a house.
I do not like you with a mouse.
I do not like you here or there.
I do not like you ANYWHERE!

I do not like 
sex in
the sky!

I do not like you,
Fluttershy!
2/?

>You do not like me.
>SO you say.
>Try me! Try me!
>And you may.
>Try me and you may I say.

Fluttershy!
If you will let me be,
I will fuck you.
You will see.

Say!
I like sex in the sky!
I do!! I like you, Fluttershy!
And I would fuck you in a boat!
And I would fuck you with a goat...
And I will fuck you in the rain.
And in the dark. And on a train.
And in a car. And in a tree.
It feels so good, so good, you see!

So I will fuck you in a box.
And I will fuck you with a fox.
And I will fuck you in a house.
And I will fuck you with a mouse.
And I will fuck you here and there.
Say! I will fuck you ANYWHERE!

I do so like
sex in the sky!
Thank you!
Thank you,
Fluttershy!

>That was when you, Fluttershy, woke up.
>Unfortunately, it was all a dream.
>And it was time to clean up your bed covers again.
>Taking a shower to wash off the stickyness, you figure out what today's guess would be.
"Anon, is talking in iambic tetrameter your fetish?"
>You put on your best, deep, Anon voice.
>"Of course I would, Fluttershy.  Speaking in arbritary constraints is my fetish."
>Smiling, you lather up your pony body.
"I know!  Sexy, right?"
>Rinsing yourself off, you think of your friends though.
"Maybe I should um, dumb down what I said.  I don't want Twilight to feel bad."
>Ever since you solved that brain teaser book that Twilight racked her brains on, it was best that you think of something else.
>Then you had a perfect idea.
>Making sure that nop0ny watched, you shake your body to dry off and get ready for a new day.
"Anon, is Dr.Seuss your fetish?  That's perfect!"

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