Title:           Flutter Pie - Joke's on You!
Author:          morning
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First Edit:      Friday 13th of September 2013 09:38:45 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 13th of September 2013 09:38:45 AM CDT

Don't read this.
 
Seriously.
 
>KNOCKNOCKKNOCK
>You pause, spoon halfway to your mouth.
>Soup drips from it, and lands in the bowl.
>You'd thought you were free.
>When she didn't turn up this morning, you thought she's finally given up!
>Unless...
>Maybe it isn't her!
>That thought held firmly in mind, you get up, and go to answer it.
>KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK
"I'm COMING! Hold on!"
>The knocking abates as you yell back at the door.
>You search you pocket for the key, then unlock it, and open up.
>Well...
>To be honest, you should have been expecting her.
"Flutters..."
>Your voice trails off.
>She's lost her butterflies.
>And has apparently stolen Pinkie's balloons.
"What happened to your cutie mark, Flutters?"
>She turns her head, and looks at the three balloons.
>"Oh, nothing Anon! They've always been like that. Are you okay?"
>Never better.
>You have a strange combination of Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie at your door.
"Sure. Let's say I am. How're you, Flutter Pie?"
>Her smile widens, and she leans sideways, reaching into the bushes that line your path.
>"Oh, I'm super duper... wuper?"
>She trails off, seeming to lose her chain of thought whilst the rummaging intensifies.
>Letting out a shocked gasp, she plunges her head into the bushes, and whispers at them.
>Obviously, the strain of being a flightless pegasus has driven her insane.
>You cough.
"So... What's today's guess?"
>There's no answer.
>She's still haunch-deep in your hedge.
"Flutters... Gardening isn't my fetish."
>You start tapping your foot.
>You'll give it a minute, then head back inside.
>Soup's going cold, after all.
>...
>She pulls back, and smiles at you again.
>"Oh, no, not just any old guess, but a guess with an act!"
>Oh fuck...
>You remember last time she put on a performance.
>And you STILL haven't found the noodles.
 
>You take a step backwards, but find yourself stopped halfway.
>Giant furry paws wrap around your arms, and hold you steady.
>"This is Beatrice! She wanted to see her Harry in a play, so she's going to make sure you get a good view! Isn't she lovely?"
>Taking a peek behind you, the made-up face of an assumedly female bear looks back at you.
>She draws her teeth back, and snarls.
>"But she doesn't like it when plays are interrupted, so you're gonna have to be quiet... Okay, sweetie?"
>You nod.
>She's put you in worse situations.
>Flutter Pie whistles, and three fillies jump out of the bushes.
>"CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS PERFORMANCE ARTISTS! YAY!"
>"And... Don't... Forget... Spike...!"
>"RAWR!"
>You look at the assembled ponies.
>And dragon.
>And bear.
>This... This doesn't bode well.
>Flutter Pie starts to make odd, choking noises.
>Harry leans over, and thumps her on the back.
>Sweetie, on the other hand, runs towards Flutter Pie, and dives.
>Her dive takes her between Flutters' front legs, tail wafting about in front of her face.
>With a final HURK, Flutter Pie vomits, spraying Sweetie's backside in chunks of partially digested cupcakes.
>Sweetie flinches a little, but then rolls over, splaying her legs and presenting her nethers to Flutters.
"What. The. Fuck."
>Beatrice growls again, and lets go of your left arm.
>However, she then lifts that arm, and wraps it around your mouth.
>You can still breathe, if only bearly [spoiler]HA[/spoiler].
"MWMMM MHHH MFFFFF!"
>Apparently, it's now Scootaloo's turn.
>She buzzes forward, her wings vibrating fast enough to put Ann Summers' best to shame, and buries her snout in Sweetie.
>It seems the vomit doesn't taste that bad, because she's soon enough going at it with great gusto, licking and nibbling away.
>Her wings rise and spread, showing off her rather boring plumage like a confused pigeon in a peacock enclosure.
 
>Flutter Pie takes a firm grip of the leading left primary, and roughly yanks it out.
>Scoots lets out a muffled scream, and so does Sweetie.
>The two couldn't be for more different reasons.
>Harry, tired of standing still, reaches down and grabs Applebloom.
>Her shrill, piercing scream echoes off the houses nearby, but nop0ny seems to care.
>Harry opens his maw, and his long tongue lolls out, before he yawns, drawing his lips back to reveal absolutely massive teeth.
>Leaning forward, Harry takes a long lick along Applebloom's back, from her neck down to her dock.
>The shock seems to get to her, because Applebloom faints.
>Fluttershy HURKs again, spewing bile and strands of feather over Scootaloo's back and now-bare wings.
>The skin is raised in tiny red welts where the feathers have been pulled out at the roots, and tear tracks mar her face.
>Still, you have to give her credit.
>She hasn't once stopped licking at Sweetie.
>Once more, Sweetie lets out a drawn out scream, but this time, she also lets out a stream.
>The pale yellow liquid squirts around the sides of Scootaloo's muzzle, and drip down her face.
>More tears start to pour out of Scoot's eyes, but she shakes her head, and carries on.
>She's REALLY determined to get that performing cutie mark.
>Appleloom wakes up again, and screams again.
>Harry, shocked, clenches his jaws shut.
>Unfortunately, he was mid lick at the time, and his jaws slam shut halfway up Applebloom's spine.
>Her back leg's spasm, and her bowel's, with no muscle control, loosen.
>As the void, the shit sprays out, covering Flutter Pie's mane and tail.
>The stench seems to cause Flutters' stomach pain, because she heaves again, covering Scoots' wings completely.
>In terror, or perhaps because she wanted to join in, Scootaloo also shits herself.
 
>It leaks down her legs, as she's obviously clenched tight, and forms a small pile around her hooves.
>Flutter Pie, with no more feathers to pull, leans forward, and decides to take a bite of the steaming pile.
>She then turns, and starts sloppily making out with Sweetie, and the putrid brown mess leaks from the side of their joined lips.
>Sweetie tries to pull away, but she's pinned at both ends by muzzles,and ends up wriggling uselessly instead.
>Harry, tired of his new toy not doing anything, starts sniffing around it.
>Applebloom's cries are weakening as she loses her blood, and Harry starts licking away at that.
>Soon, he's made his way down her back, and is licking up her back legs.
>He pauses mid-lick.
>Gently, he pulls Applebloom away, and turns her over.
>Then, still moving her gingerly, he lowers her to his lap.
>And starts rubbing her face against his crotch.
>Her cries and sputtering tears don't seem to mean anything to him, and, if anything, spur him on.
>He starts furiously humping her face, until with a /crunch/, her muzzle crumples.
>Blood starts tricking down, and staining his crotch.
>Upset, he lifts her away, and inspects himself.
>His full length, stimulated by the face mashing he just gave her, is now revealed.
>Still moving carefully, he turns her around, and shoves himself to the hilt up her arse.
>She doesn't scream, but lets out a mild whimper as he bangs her insides to pieces.
>He's thrusting away, giving it his all, and seems quite content.
>You tear your eyes away, and try to find something else to look at.
>Lifting your eyes to the heavens, you pray it'll all be over soon.
>A scream brings you back.
>Reluctantly, you look, to see what new travesty's going on.
 
>Applebloom hangs limply from Harry's giant bear dick.
>He's finally achiever his goal, and has speared his way through her.
>The head twitches in the cool air, before disappearing back into her mouth and down her gullet.
>Sprays of blood decorate the surviving three ponies, until Harry grunts, ejaculating all over the trio.
>His stringy, off-yellow bear cum lands on Scoots' back, mixing with the blood, bile, piss and shit all over her.
>The only way you can tell Sweetie and Scoots apart now is the wings.
>For a split-second, the tableau freezes.
>And then Beatrice lets go of you, clapping her giant paws together.
>You honestly have no idea what the fuck just happened.
>Flutter Pie (You assume. There aren't many shit, blood, and cum covered pegasi around) beams up at you, and wipes everything away from her eyes.
>"So, Anon..."
[spoiler]>"Are the aristocrats your fetish?"[/spoiler]
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