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# It's All been Done... [Song Parody]

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1. This song is dedicated to all the people who like to say Flutterrape is stale and boring in every thread.
4. >Day Reruns in Equestria.
5. >You are Musical Anon.
6. >Waking up from your pleasant slumber, you're forced to remember how much reality sucks right now.
7. >You see life had been shitty in P0nyville as of late.
8. >No, it wasn't the fact that you were stuck in a land of god damn horses that just happened to be every color of the fucking rainbow.
9. >And it wasn't the fact that every morning, a certain yellow mare would come soliciting your door with random...even borderline insane ideas to win your love.
10. >It was because life had become...boring.
11. >You'd think every day would be an adventure when you were forced to deal with crazy cartoon horses and their lunacy before it was even lunch time, but there was just one problem.
12. >You had become trapped in a rerun.
13. >The same shit every day, same p0nies saying the same things, nothing ever changes.
14. >Your only saving grace was Fluttershy, bless her little heart, she tried her best to be creative and interesting.
15. >Her breakfast interrupting visits every sunrise had become the sole thing you looked forward to each day.
16. >Hoping to forget how dull your world had become for just a few more moments, you get up from bed and go to your bathroom to do your morning routine.
17. >As you shave, you accidentally cut your cheek with your razor, your practiced skills failing you as they fight your morning grogginess.
18. >Looking at the small amount of blood trailing from your face, you smirk and chuckle a little.
19. >At least that was something different this morning.
20. >Cleaning yourself up, you head downstairs and pour yourself some Cinnamon Twists, lamenting the fact you couldn't afford anything less generic and boring.
21. >Pouring yourself a cup of coffee, you could feel the bags under your eyes shift as you looked up at the clock you had hanging on the wall.
22. >A weak smile came to your lips as you only pretended to eat by this point.
23. 3...2...1...
24. >*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
25. >You breath out a sweet sigh of relief, Fluttershy had never missed a date, but the fear that she might take a day off always lingered in you.
26. >Running to the door with a bit too much excitement, you take a second to calm down and compose yourself.
27. Alright Anon, the best part of your day, don't blow it...
28. >Taking a sip of your coffee, you grab hold of the doorknob, slowly opening your door with your free hand.
29. >You make sure to greet YellowMellow with your practiced apathetic face.
30. >Looking down at your the mare that was your saving grace from this hell hole of tedium, you have to hold back your lips from betraying a smile.
31. >You address her with a familiar frown...
32. >...Just like you always do.
33. What is it today Flutters.
34. >You leer down at her for emphasis.
35. ...It better be good.
36. >She looks up at you nervously, clearly worried about what she was going to say.
37. >Eyes shifting from right to left, she forces herself to turn around and begins waving her flank at you.
38. >You immediately notice the giant dildo strap on between her thighs.
39. >"Is um...pegging your fetish?"
40. >The pupils in your eyes shrink to pin pricks.
41. >Not because she was actually dumb enough to think you'd be into pegging.
42. >She...she already made that guess before...
43. >Staring at her without blinking, you slowly shake your head to the side, letting her know clearly that it was not your fetish.
44. >Mouth agape, you can't seem to form words while dealing with the shock.
45. >"Oh...well um...h-h-how about fire breathing then?"
46. >Taking a torch from god knows where, she lights it on fire, swallowing it and proceeding to spit a plume of flames into the air.
47. >It would've been quite an impressive sight to see...
48. >...If you hadn't watched her do it three weeks ago.
49. >Your lower lip starts to bleed from hard you have been biting it until now.
50. >You don't even answer her this time, opting to just stare at her in silence.
51. >Seeing you becoming distraught, sweat begins to pour down her face uncomfortably.
52. >"Muh...maybe food turns you on?"
53. >She begins spraying herself with whipped cream, but you don't care at all
54. >Arms becoming weak, you accidentally drop your coffee cup, which ends up shattering on the floor.
55. >Food...it was what she guessed...as a welcome gift for your first day in your new home...
56. >You feel needles beginning to stick into your heart.
57. No...no...not you too Fluttershy.
58. >She stops spraying herself and looks up at you sadly.
59. >"W-what do you mean Anon?"
60. >Your facade fails as you look at her with disdain.
61. You've...become the thing I hate most Fluttershy.
62. >Leaning down, you grab her by the shoulders and look her dead in the eyes.
63. ...You've become stale.
64. >Her face fades into one of horror and despair as your words sink in.
65. >Mouth quivering with sadness, she becomes speechless.
66. >Shaking your head in disappointment, you stand up and turn around, getting ready to close your door in her face.
67. It seems the dream is dead Flutters, maybe it's time to move on.
68. >Closing the door in her face, it slams with an overbearing sense of finality.
69. >Standing there in silence, you lean against the door, lightly banging your head against it as you sigh.
70. >Looking up at the ceiling, you ponder about what to do with your life now that your last bastion had become a complete disappointment.
71. >Maybe huffing paint will be something fun and new?
72. >After a few moments of idle thoughts, you hear a light scratching on your door, followed by what sounds like whimpering.
73. >Sighing once more, you debate not even answering before lethargically opening it again.
74. >There sat Fluttershy, quietly crying on your doorstep.
75. >She tried to wipe her face between sniffles as tears began streamed down her eyes, but it didn't amount to much.
76. >"I'm...I'm sorry Anon! It's just...it's just so hard to be creative and original every single morning!"
77. >Squatting unceremoniously, you place a single hand on her head and pat her.
78. It's ok Flutters, even if I didn't want to have sex with you, the guesses were still fun while it lasted right?
79. >She closes her eyes, teardrops hanging off the edges as she quietly nods.
80. >Standing back up, you get ready to enter your house for real this time.
81. How about you take some time to think about it and come up with something really special instead ok?
82. >Ears perking up, she plants a hoof in your door right before it closes, impeding your escape.
83. >"W-wait! I DID have something special for today!"
84. >Slightly intrigued, you raise an eyebrow and decide to humor her for a moment.
85. >Running over to a bush, she begins weakly dragging a large boombox out of it, struggling to lift it the entire way.
86. >"It...it may not be original, but I put my heart into it, I really did!"
87. >With a heave, she places the boombox in front of you and plugs in a microphone.
88. >"It's a duet...won't that be fun?"
89. >A duet? God you can't even remember the last time you sang.
90. >Must have been before the days here slowly sucked the life out of you.
91. >"Will...will you sing it with me this one time?"
92. >Well, it wasn't like you had any plans left in this dull town.
93. Alright, I'm bored, I'll play along.
94. >You cross your arms and stare at her sternly.
95. But Fluttershy...
96. >She looks up at you nervously as you snap your fingers, its musical magic dancing through the air ominously.
97. This...better...be...good.
99. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x5JM0nX-_So
101. (Seemingly starting on its own, music begins to play.)
102. (Fluttershy rubs up against Anon's leg, happiness slowly building in her eyes.)
103. (Raising the mic to her mouth, she begins to sing.)
104. ...
105. ..
106. .
107. >"I...met you...when I was all alone."
108. >"And I...begged you...to touch me till I moan."
109. >"You were wrong, I was right."
110. >"You said "don't try", I said "DON'T FIIIIGHT!""
112. ~I-LOVE-YOU!~
113. >"You are the one."
114. ~I-LOVE-YOU!~
115. >"You are the one."
116. ~I-LOVE-YOU!~
117. >"The one I caaaaaaaaan't ignorrrrrrrre~."
119. (Anon takes the mic)
121. I...liked you...before you guessed each one.
122. And how...each newwww day...
123. ...we'd watch the rising sun.
124. Before this day...I was fine.
125. I won't beeeeee a sex crime!
127. ~BORED-OF-YOU!~
128. It's all been done.
129. ~CAN'T-STAND-YOU!~
130. It's all been done.
131. ~TRY-SOMETHING-NEW!~
132. It's all been dooooone you whooooore!
134. (Flutters leans into Anon)
136. >"But when you sleep, I linger near."
137. >"I cum and say..."I love you, dear.""
138. >"And every day I'm just ignored."
139. >"Cause every dawn you say!"
141. ARGGGGGHHH!
143. ~WISH-YOU-KNEW!~
144. >"You are the one."
145. ~ROOM-FOR-TWO!~
146. >"My shining sun."
147. ~MUST-HAVE-YOU!~
148. >"You make me begggggg for mooooore!"
150. (Fluttershy starts rapidly showing Anon different odd things to guess his fetish, but he just shakes his head in disappointment.)
151. (Juggling, Rubber dolls, animals, fillies, colts, and elderly of various shapes and sizes all end up with the same answer.)
152. (They were all things she had guessed before...)
153. (Kneeling down, he stops her by lifting her chin with a single finger.)
154. ...
155. ..
156. .
157. Alone and scared... as I'm shivering in total fright.
158. Will I see you...when the time is right?
159. When I cry... you just smile!
160. You're the one...I reviiile!
162. ~RIGHT-ON-CUE!~
163. Another one?!
164. ~GET-A-CLUE!~
165. It's a rerun!
166. ~DON'T-LOVE-YOU!~
167. You've done this guesssssss befooooore!
169. ~IT'S-NOT-TRUE!~
170. >"It's just begun."
171. ~WON'T-LOSE-YOU!~
172. >"You haven't won"
173. ~LOVE-SHINES-THROUGH!~
174. >"I've still got oooooone-"
175. ~NO~
176. This isn't fun.
177. ~NO NO NO!~
178. You've been outdone.
179. ~NONONONO!~
180. I'm begging youuuuuu, no mooooore~!
182. >The song slowly fades to an end and Fluttershy stands there downcast, though not beaten quite yet.
183. >Kneeling down, you pat her on the head.
184. Listen Fluttershy it's alright, you were bound to run out of ideas sooner or later.
185. >You run your fingers through her mane.
186. And that song was pretty fun, even if it was short lived.
187. >A rare chuckle manages to sneak out past your lips.
188. Reminded me of better days.
189. >Standing up lethargically, you crack your back as you stretch and sigh.
190. But maybe we could...just find something new to do instead.
191. >Even you knew what you were saying was bullshit.
192. >Nothing would be quite the same as Fluttershy's fetish guesses, the thought of never seeing another crazy scheme left you feeling empty inside, and she could see it written all over your face.
193. >"...No..."
194. >Looking up at you full of determination, she announces with confidence.
195. >"No! I have something...something I KNOW you've never seen before!"
196. >Before you can question her, you watch as she turns around and flies away towards the Everfree, leaving you alone on your front door step.
197. >Minutes turn into several and you debate whether you should wait for her inside when she finally returns just moments later and settles down right in front of you.
198. >Holding a mysterious box in her mouth, she places it on the ground in front of your feet.
199. >You look at her, then back to the box.
200. What...what is it?
201. >Offering no answers, she simply motions toward it, telling you to see for yourself.
202. >"Even...I don't know what it is Anon."
203. >Looking at her cautiously, you kneel down and begin opening the container like it was a bomb, which it very well could be.
204. >Slowly opening the lid, all you remember is a sudden bright light emanating from inside it.
205. >Staring directly at the mysterious entity, the pupils in your eyes become giant saucers as you begin to lose all motor controls.
206. >It was as if your brain was suddenly on auto-pilot.
207. >Unable to take "it" for yourself, Fluttershy grabs "it" for you instead.
208. >As she lifts up the object beyond your mortal comprehension, you feel your mind slip away under the sheer strength of its aura.
209. >Falling down to your knees, you barely manage to hear the garbled whisper of Fluttershy's last words.
210. >"Is...is having your mind blown your fetish Anon?"
211. >Barely able to even move, you manage to form a single sentence.
212. I...I think it is...
213. >Your vision fades as you faint to the ground.
214. >Passing out into the inky darkness of your mind, your only regret is that you'll never remember why you were...
215. >...Fucking Fluttershy.
217. [spoiler]Ignorance Is Bliss.[/spoiler]

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This song is dedicated to all the people who like to say Flutterrape is stale and boring in every thread. >Day Reruns in Equestria. >You are Musical Anon. >Waking up from your pleasant slumber, you're forced to remember how much reality sucks right now. >You see life had been shitty in P0nyville as of late. >No, it wasn't the fact that you were stuck in a land of god damn horses that just happened to be every color of the fucking rainbow. >And it wasn't the fact that every morning, a certain yellow mare would come soliciting your door with random...even borderline insane ideas to win your love. >It was because life had become...boring. >You'd think every day would be an adventure when you were forced to deal with crazy cartoon horses and their lunacy before it was even lunch time, but there was just one problem. >You had become trapped in a rerun. >The same shit every day, same p0nies saying the same things, nothing ever changes. >Your only saving grace was Fluttershy, bless her little heart, she tried her best to be creative and interesting. >Her breakfast interrupting visits every sunrise had become the sole thing you looked forward to each day. >Hoping to forget how dull your world had become for just a few more moments, you get up from bed and go to your bathroom to do your morning routine. >As you shave, you accidentally cut your cheek with your razor, your practiced skills failing you as they fight your morning grogginess. >Looking at the small amount of blood trailing from your face, you smirk and chuckle a little. >At least that was something different this morning. >Cleaning yourself up, you head downstairs and pour yourself some Cinnamon Twists, lamenting the fact you couldn't afford anything less generic and boring. >Pouring yourself a cup of coffee, you could feel the bags under your eyes shift as you looked up at the clock you had hanging on the wall. >A weak smile came to your lips as you only pretended to eat by this point. 3...2...1... >*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* >You breath out a sweet sigh of relief, Fluttershy had never missed a date, but the fear that she might take a day off always lingered in you. >Running to the door with a bit too much excitement, you take a second to calm down and compose yourself. Alright Anon, the best part of your day, don't blow it... >Taking a sip of your coffee, you grab hold of the doorknob, slowly opening your door with your free hand. >You make sure to greet YellowMellow with your practiced apathetic face. >Looking down at your the mare that was your saving grace from this hell hole of tedium, you have to hold back your lips from betraying a smile. >You address her with a familiar frown... >...Just like you always do. What is it today Flutters. >You leer down at her for emphasis. ...It better be good. >She looks up at you nervously, clearly worried about what she was going to say. >Eyes shifting from right to left, she forces herself to turn around and begins waving her flank at you. >You immediately notice the giant dildo strap on between her thighs. >"Is um...pegging your fetish?" >The pupils in your eyes shrink to pin pricks. >Not because she was actually dumb enough to think you'd be into pegging. >She...she already made that guess before... >Staring at her without blinking, you slowly shake your head to the side, letting her know clearly that it was not your fetish. >Mouth agape, you can't seem to form words while dealing with the shock. >"Oh...well um...h-h-how about fire breathing then?" >Taking a torch from god knows where, she lights it on fire, swallowing it and proceeding to spit a plume of flames into the air. >It would've been quite an impressive sight to see... >...If you hadn't watched her do it three weeks ago. >Your lower lip starts to bleed from hard you have been biting it until now. >You don't even answer her this time, opting to just stare at her in silence. >Seeing you becoming distraught, sweat begins to pour down her face uncomfortably. >"Muh...maybe food turns you on?" >She begins spraying herself with whipped cream, but you don't care at all >Arms becoming weak, you accidentally drop your coffee cup, which ends up shattering on the floor. >Food...it was what she guessed...as a welcome gift for your first day in your new home... >You feel needles beginning to stick into your heart. No...no...not you too Fluttershy. >She stops spraying herself and looks up at you sadly. >"W-what do you mean Anon?" >Your facade fails as you look at her with disdain. You've...become the thing I hate most Fluttershy. >Leaning down, you grab her by the shoulders and look her dead in the eyes. ...You've become stale. >Her face fades into one of horror and despair as your words sink in. >Mouth quivering with sadness, she becomes speechless. >Shaking your head in disappointment, you stand up and turn around, getting ready to close your door in her face. It seems the dream is dead Flutters, maybe it's time to move on. >Closing the door in her face, it slams with an overbearing sense of finality. >Standing there in silence, you lean against the door, lightly banging your head against it as you sigh. >Looking up at the ceiling, you ponder about what to do with your life now that your last bastion had become a complete disappointment. >Maybe huffing paint will be something fun and new? >After a few moments of idle thoughts, you hear a light scratching on your door, followed by what sounds like whimpering. >Sighing once more, you debate not even answering before lethargically opening it again. >There sat Fluttershy, quietly crying on your doorstep. >She tried to wipe her face between sniffles as tears began streamed down her eyes, but it didn't amount to much. >"I'm...I'm sorry Anon! It's just...it's just so hard to be creative and original every single morning!" >Squatting unceremoniously, you place a single hand on her head and pat her. It's ok Flutters, even if I didn't want to have sex with you, the guesses were still fun while it lasted right? >She closes her eyes, teardrops hanging off the edges as she quietly nods. >Standing back up, you get ready to enter your house for real this time. How about you take some time to think about it and come up with something really special instead ok? >Ears perking up, she plants a hoof in your door right before it closes, impeding your escape. >"W-wait! I DID have something special for today!" >Slightly intrigued, you raise an eyebrow and decide to humor her for a moment. >Running over to a bush, she begins weakly dragging a large boombox out of it, struggling to lift it the entire way. >"It...it may not be original, but I put my heart into it, I really did!" >With a heave, she places the boombox in front of you and plugs in a microphone. >"It's a duet...won't that be fun?" >A duet? God you can't even remember the last time you sang. >Must have been before the days here slowly sucked the life out of you. >"Will...will you sing it with me this one time?" >Well, it wasn't like you had any plans left in this dull town. Alright, I'm bored, I'll play along. >You cross your arms and stare at her sternly. But Fluttershy... >She looks up at you nervously as you snap your fingers, its musical magic dancing through the air ominously. This...better...be...good. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x5JM0nX-_So (Seemingly starting on its own, music begins to play.) (Fluttershy rubs up against Anon's leg, happiness slowly building in her eyes.) (Raising the mic to her mouth, she begins to sing.) ... .. . >"I...met you...when I was all alone." >"And I...begged you...to touch me till I moan." >"You were wrong, I was right." >"You said "don't try", I said "DON'T FIIIIGHT!"" ~I-LOVE-YOU!~ >"You are the one." ~I-LOVE-YOU!~ >"You are the one." ~I-LOVE-YOU!~ >"The one I caaaaaaaaan't ignorrrrrrrre~." (Anon takes the mic) I...liked you...before you guessed each one. And how...each newwww day... ...we'd watch the rising sun. Before this day...I was fine. I won't beeeeee a sex crime! ~BORED-OF-YOU!~ It's all been done. ~CAN'T-STAND-YOU!~ It's all been done. ~TRY-SOMETHING-NEW!~ It's all been dooooone you whooooore! (Flutters leans into Anon) >"But when you sleep, I linger near." >"I cum and say..."I love you, dear."" >"And every day I'm just ignored." >"Cause every dawn you say!" ARGGGGGHHH! ~WISH-YOU-KNEW!~ >"You are the one." ~ROOM-FOR-TWO!~ >"My shining sun." ~MUST-HAVE-YOU!~ >"You make me begggggg for mooooore!" (Fluttershy starts rapidly showing Anon different odd things to guess his fetish, but he just shakes his head in disappointment.) (Juggling, Rubber dolls, animals, fillies, colts, and elderly of various shapes and sizes all end up with the same answer.) (They were all things she had guessed before...) (Kneeling down, he stops her by lifting her chin with a single finger.) ... .. . Alone and scared... as I'm shivering in total fright. Will I see you...when the time is right? When I cry... you just smile! You're the one...I reviiile! ~RIGHT-ON-CUE!~ Another one?! ~GET-A-CLUE!~ It's a rerun! ~DON'T-LOVE-YOU!~ You've done this guesssssss befooooore! ~IT'S-NOT-TRUE!~ >"It's just begun." ~WON'T-LOSE-YOU!~ >"You haven't won" ~LOVE-SHINES-THROUGH!~ >"I've still got oooooone-" ~NO~ This isn't fun. ~NO NO NO!~ You've been outdone. ~NONONONO!~ I'm begging youuuuuu, no mooooore~! >The song slowly fades to an end and Fluttershy stands there downcast, though not beaten quite yet. >Kneeling down, you pat her on the head. Listen Fluttershy it's alright, you were bound to run out of ideas sooner or later. >You run your fingers through her mane. And that song was pretty fun, even if it was short lived. >A rare chuckle manages to sneak out past your lips. Reminded me of better days. >Standing up lethargically, you crack your back as you stretch and sigh. But maybe we could...just find something new to do instead. >Even you knew what you were saying was bullshit. >Nothing would be quite the same as Fluttershy's fetish guesses, the thought of never seeing another crazy scheme left you feeling empty inside, and she could see it written all over your face. >"...No..." >Looking up at you full of determination, she announces with confidence. >"No! I have something...something I KNOW you've never seen before!" >Before you can question her, you watch as she turns around and flies away towards the Everfree, leaving you alone on your front door step. >Minutes turn into several and you debate whether you should wait for her inside when she finally returns just moments later and settles down right in front of you. >Holding a mysterious box in her mouth, she places it on the ground in front of your feet. >You look at her, then back to the box. What...what is it? >Offering no answers, she simply motions toward it, telling you to see for yourself. >"Even...I don't know what it is Anon." >Looking at her cautiously, you kneel down and begin opening the container like it was a bomb, which it very well could be. >Slowly opening the lid, all you remember is a sudden bright light emanating from inside it. >Staring directly at the mysterious entity, the pupils in your eyes become giant saucers as you begin to lose all motor controls. >It was as if your brain was suddenly on auto-pilot. >Unable to take "it" for yourself, Fluttershy grabs "it" for you instead. >As she lifts up the object beyond your mortal comprehension, you feel your mind slip away under the sheer strength of its aura. >Falling down to your knees, you barely manage to hear the garbled whisper of Fluttershy's last words. >"Is...is having your mind blown your fetish Anon?" >Barely able to even move, you manage to form a single sentence. I...I think it is... >Your vision fades as you faint to the ground. >Passing out into the inky darkness of your mind, your only regret is that you'll never remember why you were... >...Fucking Fluttershy. [spoiler]Ignorance Is Bliss.[/spoiler]