"Fluttershy Mind Fucks Anon: Part 4"
By Cerenth (https://pastebin.com/u/Cerenth)

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Created on: Tuesday 16th of October 2012 06:29:01 AM CDT
Retrieved on: Friday 23 of October 2020 08:05:50 PM UTC


>Ok, you’re not going to take this lying down.
>You get up, shoving Fluttershy out of your way.
>You’re off to town to find out what’s going on.
>You don’t know what kind of fetish Fluttershy’s got on her list this time, but you’re damn well going to find out.
>And if you can’t, then you’re at least going to find a way to get rid of her.
>”Oh but Anon, you can’t get rid of me! You already tried!”
“What, you can read thoughts now too? Isn’t that more Pinkie’s schtick?”
>”Oh Anon, I always liked your sense of humour. I’m so lucky to be able to enjoy it all to myself!”
>As you walk at a brisk pace she constantly floats into your vision.
>Not a care in the world on her face, she always giggles when you get distracted by her.
>After a while you reach town, and decide to work on Twilight’s assertions that she doesn’t know Fluttershy.
>For one of the elements of harmony to not recognise one of the other members, some perverse magic must be afoot.
>And it’s at this point you realise that you’ll have to do all this detective work with Yellow-not-so-timid giggling in your ear constantly.
>You’ll put up with it for now. You’ve got some answers to find.
>First stop, Pinkie Pie.
>If there’s anything weird going on, she’d be the most responsive to it. Hell, she’s an oddity in and of herself.
>Sugarcube Corner it is.
>”hehehe”
>Whatever. Shrug it off. Time for righteous retribution later.
>Walking into Sugarcube Corner you’re immediately accosted by a blur of pink.
>Same old, same old, really.
>”OHMYGOSH AnonI’mSoGladToSeeYou! IWasSoWorriedWhenIHeardYouWeren’tFeelingWellAndIWasGoingToBakeYouAGetWellSoonCakeButIWasSoBusyWithTheShopAndWeHadSoManyOrdersAndICouldn’tMakeItAndI’mSoSorryButI’mSoGladYou’reHereButTwilightSaidThatYou’reBeingASillyPonyButISaidThatYou’reNotAPonyAndSheWentOffInAHuffButI’mSoGladYou’reHereNow!”
“Thanks, Pinkie. I’m glad to see you too.
>The hyperactive ball of joy gets off you long enough for you to get up and dust yourself off.
>She scoots back around the counter and puts on her best “receiving customers” face.
>It kinda looks like her “I get to throw you a party” and her “Had one too many sugarcubes” face.
>Come to think of it they might all be appropriate.
“Something weird’s going on, Pinkie.”
>”OOH! Spooky weird or funny weird?”
“Definitely not funny weird. Fluttershy won’t stop following me around. And no matter what I do she won’t leave me.”
>As you say this, Fluttershy is up on the counter next to Pinkie... presenting herself to you.
>You try not to gag.
>”Alright! Leave it to Pinkie, ace PI!”
>She dips under the counter and pops up dressed in a deerstalker, a monocle, a fake moustache and a bubble pipe.
>She stalks close to you, while you look on with a stunned expression.
>She sniffs all around you, like a bloodhound, moving in a tight circle.
>Fluttershy is one step ahead of her, leaving a trail of clear liquid where she walks.
>You cringe at what Pinkie’s doing, incredulous at what Fluttershy is making her inadvertently do.
>She then sits on her haunches with a furrowed brow, trying to puzzle together all the clues she has, juices on her muzzle.
>Can she seriously not see Fluttershy?
>Or feel what she’s doing to her?
>You move to clean her up, but she waves her hoof at you to tell you to stay where you are.
>This continues on for a few minutes as you watch on, eager to see what results such an expert can deduce.
>”Hmm... Hmmmmmmmmmmm...”
“Yes, yes? Have you got something?”
>”Mmmmaybe... I just have one question.”
“Yes, what do you need to know?”
>”What’s a Fluttershy?”