Title:           Fluttershy - Soresaddle Street
Author:          morning
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/cCr9XBAS
First Edit:      Saturday 29th of December 2012 04:02:06 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 29th of December 2012 04:02:06 PM CDT

Sort of sequel to Lyra's Mess: http://pastebin.com/MzyQ9mTc
 
> Day Tsatter in Equestria.
>Your alarm blares, and you swing yourself out of bed.
>You rub Lyra's cum- and blood-stained mane a little, scruffying up her bedhead even more.
>God, she's cute when sleeping.
>You don't bother with a shower, or a shave. You have work, and you'll come home stinking anyway.
>But you do shit. And have a coffee.
>Nectar of the alicorns.
>You start the walk to work, a bounce in your step, and a song in your heart.
>Aloe and Lotus don't really care what hours you work, as long as you turn up four days out of five.
>They're awesome. As is your job.
>You cut down Soresaddle street, and wave to Sly Clop.
>Sly runs a porn store.
>Soresaddle street is exactly what it sounds like.
>Something smacks the back of your head.
>You trip, and fall to the floor.
Something jumps onto your back. You have no idea wha...
>Wait.
>It's Fluttershy. You can tell because of the farmyard stink.
>She's actually kinda cute.
>But she doesn't wash, doesn't trim, and is completely, undeniably, batshit insane.
>You decide to play along. She hasn't hurt you yet, but she's a freak.
>Who knows what's gonna happen?
>She kicks you in the side, trying to roll you over.
>If she wasn't three foot tall, that might have hurt.
>You roll over, to at least stop the kicking.
>F: "I have you now, my pretty!"
>wat.jaypeg
>She pulls a cloth out of her mane, and holds it against your face.
>You hold your breath, and just look at her.
>She doesn't really look at you.
>She's focused on your belt buckle.
>Or, more accurately, your 'hot monkey dick'.
>You aren't even a monkey.
>And FUCK, is your chest starting to burn.
>You grunt, and blink when she turns to look at your face.
>Luna's leaky crotchtits, those eyes are bloody terrifying!
 
 
>She pulls the cloth away from your head, and frowns.
>F: "But Funtime Substances told me this would knock out a manticore!"
>The fuck? She's calling in drugs for murderous beasts?
>Time to step your game up, son.
"Flutters, did you remember to pour the liquid onto the cloth?"
>Her tiny, freaky eyes widen hugely, and she looks incredibly ashamed.
>F: "I.. I thought I had. Maybe... maybe I'm going mad?"
>F: "Maybe... maybe I need some monkey dick to make my brain work?"
>Was that a question, or is she forgetting how to use the internal voices again?
"Maybe you should check it, just to make sure, Flutters. I'll wait here for you."
>She steps off your chest, but keeps a single hoof on your shoulder.
>Yeah, because that would hold you down.
>She lifts the cloth up, and takes a deep breath.
>And you can't believe she's that stupid.
>Her eyes roll back, and she keels over sideways.
>You nudge her to the side of the road, and walk off.
>Completely ignoring the gang of stallions, who look like they're planning on
[spoiler]>Fucking a drugged up Fluttershy[/spoiler]