Title:           Welcome to Flutterrape
Author:          InfernalDragonFlame
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First Edit:      Friday 30th of May 2014 11:43:00 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 30th of May 2014 11:43:00 PM CDT

Welcome to Flutterrape
 
>The shed standing before you reeks of sweat, shame, and regret.
>You and the other two Anons can't help but crinkle your nose at the awful scent.
>Just looking at the other's faces, you can tell they fear of what it would be like inside as well.
>The Anon on your left, an awkwardly discolored fellow, steps up next to you.
>"So this is the place huh?"
>Nod your head.
"Eeyup."
>"Well then what are we waiting for?" the Anon to your right, a well-dressed yet still dirty Mexican, chimes in," I don't want to sit out here all day just smelling this shit shack."
>With that he pushes past the two of you and puts his hand on the door handle.
>He stops and takes a deep breathe, but ends up coughing it back out violently
>Run up to him and pat him on the back, silently berating him for taking such a deep breathe of the foul air.
>Once he gets over his fit, push his hand out the way and open the door yourself.
>It swings open with ease; the clean indoors air rushing outside to greet you.
>Breathe it in gratefully and walk inside, the other two following behind.
>Looking around, the interior looks significantly better than the outside.
>The floors were freshly mopped, clutter non-existent, and the walls themselves shining with a sort of radiance.
>It puts you at ease as you continue to walk in.
>"Where is everyone?" questions your discolored companion.
>"Not sure," the other glances left and right," They out for the day or something?"
"I don't think so," you cup your hands around your mouth and take a deep breathe," HEY! IS ANYONE HERE?"
>Somewhere in the far distance, something rustles but no one responds to you.
>You give it a few seconds before yelling again.
"HELLO! WE'RE HERE TO JOIN THE THREAD. YOU KNOW WRITE STORIES AND ALL THAT."
>Only silence responds to your question.
>"Maybe they're not here," suggests the discolored Anon.
"No... They are here," you can feel a little frustration creep into your voice.
>This isn't the first time you've been here, not even the second, and every time you visit there is always someone.
"HEY," you scream in your frustration.
>"I heard you the first fucking time."
>Look at your companions in surprise, a questioning look clear on your face.
>They only match it with confusion though, as they wonder themselves who answered.
>A few moments later your answerer reveals itself and what you see isn't pretty.
>"IS THAT A WALKING ASS?" yells the Mexican as he points behind you.
>Turn around with uncharacteristic haste and stare in shock as the fanciest ass you've ever seen walks toward you.
>Well the -only- ass you've ever seen -walk- comes towards you.
>Donned upon his head are a top hat and a monocle.
>In his hands, which you can't even comprehend where they are coming from, is a cane with a pocket watch hanging off the tip.
>As it walks towards you, it even has a gentlemen's demeanor, if that's even possible considering the circumstance.
>"So you want to join the thread?" inquires the talking buttocks.
>None of you respond, only stammer in shock for a few moments as you comprehend what is happening.
>It’s not even like it smells bad either, it's just... A talking ass.
>"Ummm... Yes?" replies the discolored Anon.
>The ass nods, which is basically moving his entire body up and down, and starts to pace back and forth.
>"Good. My name is Nebulus and I shall be the one to test your abilities. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
>You all flinch in unison when he screams the question.
"Yes," you all say.
>"IT’S YES SIR," Nebulus yells at the three of you," TRY IT AGAIN."
>You swallow down a lump in your throat, the 'man' starting to scare you.
"Sir yes sir."
>"Good," he lowers his voice," First things first, how long have you all been here."
>He points at you first.
>"ANSWER THE QUESTION,"
>Jump back a little, raising your hands up defensively.
"A few years now sir."
>"Oh so you’re a regular oldfag huh?" he doesn't let you respond to the question before he looks the discolored Anon," How long have you been around?"
>"A while now sir," he responds confidently.
>"Good, and what about you?" Nebulus' questioning finger now points at the Mexican.
>"Pretty new amigo,"
>"I'M NOT YOUR AMIGO -ESE-," Nebulus' cheeks start to shine with fury,” I SEE YOU'RE SOME DIRTY LITTLE MEXICAN, PROBABLY JUST CROSSED THE BORDER. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?"
>"El Vato if it pleases you," Vato backs up a little from Nebulus.
>"IT MOST CERTAINLY DOES NOT PLEASE ME! WE DON'T NEED NO MEXICAN WALKING AROUND STEALING ALL OUR SHIT, ESPECIALLY ONE WITH SUCH AN OBVIOUSLY SPANISH NAME," he starts to get closer to Vato,” You’re very presence makes my eyes want to hurl so turn around so I don't have to look at that face."
>He complies without hesitation, fear clear on his face as he now looks toward the door.
>Nebulus turns toward you now.
>"And who the fuck are you?" he gets uncomfortably close to you," You know you're really hot and I don't mean that in the physical way, I mean that in a completely literal way."
>He gets even closer, his voice becoming slightly louder.
>"Would you like to explain to me why it feels like the sun has taken residence in your ass? Are you some furry or some shit that is literally in heat?" he backs up a little," What is your name faggot?"
"InfernalDragonFlame, sir!"
>Nebulus chuckles at the name.
>"Well that at least explains your unnaturally high body heat, but it’s too long to say. I think I'll just call you faggot. Do you understand, faggot?"
"My names not faggot, it Inf-"
>"I KNOW GOD-DAMNED WELL WHAT YOUR NAME IS. YOUR NAME IS FAGGOT, DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?"
>Back away from the sheer volume of his voice, one thought ringing in your mind.
"HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU YELLING AT ME?"
>Nebulus seems to fume with rage at the question.
>"I'M YELLING AT YOU WITH MY FUCKING MOUTH. HOW THE FUCK ELSE WOULD I BE YELLING AT YOU?" he raises an arm towards Vato," GO STAND NEXT TO THE MEXICAN. YOU MAKE ME FUCKING SICK."
>Cringe in fear and follow his command with no hesitation.
>Once you're standing next to Vato, Nebulus moves on to the last Anon.
>He gives a laugh that seems devoid of all humor.
>"Well well well, what do we have here? Some kind of Super Asian? Son you look like you just got pissed on by fifty different ponies all at once," he glances away briefly," either that or you got into a fight with a particularly violent lemon."
>He laughs at his own joke while the other Anon just stands there quivering.
>Noticing no one else is laughing; Nebulus clears his 'throat' and looks back to the scared Anon.
>"What wrong Goku, choking on your own piss over there? What is your name?"
>"FiftyShadesofYellow, sir," he gulps violently as he waits for the yelling to continue.
>Nebulus explodes with laughter at the name, but quickly translates it into screams.
>"NOW THAT IS SOME FUCKING NAME ISN'T IT? I'M ASSUMING THAT ITS SOME FUCKING REFERENCE TO FIFTY SHADES OF GRAY, HUH!" he doesn't let Fifty respond," YOU KNOW I READ THAT BOOK AND IT WAS SHIT. IT ALMOST MADE ME PUKE MY ENTIRE INSIDES OUT-"
>Lean over to Vato and whisper in his ears.
"Isn't that like shitting to him?"
>"I have no idea," he responds curtly.
>Despite the short response you can see his mind working to answer the question himself.
>Meanwhile Nebulus is still screaming at the poor man.
>"-MAKE ME SICK AS WELL. NOW GET OVER THERE."
>"Sir, yes, sir," Fifty nearly sprints over to the two or you, his eyes displaying relief as Nebulus stops yelling.
>Introductions finished Nebulus begins to pace again, scratching his face/body/cheek as he goes along.
>"So you're the new lot of faggots huh."
>It wasn't a question.
>"You know I've seen a sorry lot before, but this is literally just scraping the bottom of the shit barrel," he points at the three of you," I know squirrels that shit out better things than you."
>You all fidget uncomfortably as he continues to barrage you with insult after insult.
>After he makes a few more heat jokes about you, a couple Mexican jokes to Vato, and just beginning to get to Fifty a couple hoof steps can be heard in the distance.
>"AS YOU LO--," Nebulus turns around at the sound," Oh it’s you."
>Standing before him is a little blue filly.
>She smiles at Nebulus and cocks her head to the corridor she came down from.
>"Alright fine," apparently the nod means something to Nebulus," I got a lot of crap to do; you can take the newfags for now."
>He cocks a hand behind his... back, if it can be called that.
>"Besides I'm tired of looking at these shitheads anyway."
>With that final insult, he goes down the corridor and walks into an unseen door.
>You all let out a collective sigh and look at the filly before you.
"Thanks for that. I'm assuming you’re a writer here?"
>She nods, but doesn't say anything.
"My name is InfernalDragonFlame, just call me DragonFlame," you gesture to Vato on your left," This is El Vato, I just call him Vato," you swish your arm to the right now," And this is FiftyShadesofYellow though I just call him Fi'ty."
>Vato gives a gentle nod, while Fifty gives a mock bow and a "how do you do?"
>Once they did their gestures you look back to the filly.
"So what's your name?"
>The filly clears her throat first.
>"My name is Lasagna," she says in the voice of a full grown, deep-voiced man.
>You can feel your eyes widen to the size of dinner plates at the fillies voice.
>Behind you Fifty and Vato give similar motions of astonishment.
>"HOLY SHIT! Y-your voice?" yells Vato, never one for subtlety.
>The filly cocks her head in confusion.
>"What about it?"
>Vato just stammers, astonishment making his speech as effective as a mute's.
>"What I think our friend is trying to say," Interjects Fifty," is that we expected your voice to be more....feminine.
>The filly just smiles and laughs a deep masculine sound that conflicts greatly with her/his appearance.
>"That happens often enough," she/he laughs again and turns around, "Anyway I'm here to give you the tour of the place. I see you've already met Nebulus."
>You all nod your head simultaneously, still shocked by her/his voice.
>"He can be kind of a butt sometimes, but for the most part he's a cool guy. He's only being rough cause your recruits, make sure you can handle the heat and all that," Lasagna flicks his/her ears and sniffs the air," Considering you haven't pissed yourself or run off I assume you can. How about I explain the basics then?"
>You all nod again at the little filly.
>"Great," Lasagna clears his/her voice once more," Flutterrape is a--,"
>Already knowing the basic of the thread, you zone the little filly out to focus on your current burning question.
>"¿Es Lasagna un chico o chica, llama de dragón?"
>You jump as Vato whispers exactly what is on your mind.
"Vato, hablas en ingles por favor y I don't know," you look over to Fifty," Fi'ty what do you think?"
>He only shakes his head, as conflicted as you two are about the filly's gender.
>"I think it's a girl."
"But her voice is so...odd."
>Vato looks over the filly again," Well look at her. She's just a filly, and they are sort of ambiguous, but she seems like a she."
>"Well we could just look," Fifty gulps as his face starts to shine a yellowish red," under her tail."
>Give him a look of disgust.
"Fi'ty it's just a filly," cross your arms and look away," Pervert."
>"Not really," Vato jumps in," It’s not like we're trying to rape it. Just find out its gender."
"Well what are we going to do, grab its tail and just raise it high? It'll probably kill us."
>"Well what do you propose ese?"
>"Why don't we just ask it what gender it is?" questions Fifty.
"No that's kind of rude," you start to shift from side to side," If it is a girl than she will be offended and the same if he is a guy."
>"Well then what?"
>Think the question over for a second.
"Let's just call it how we see it," you point a confident finger at the little filly," She shall be a she based off of appearance. High risk of offense still, but safer than asking, probably," You shrug your shoulders," Deal?"
>Vato and Fifty nod in agreement.
>"-into green text," Lasagna looks back to the three of you," Does that make sense to you guy?"
>"Yes mam," you all say in unison.
>She twitches her ear in what looks like annoyance," Right, anyway let's move on to the parts of the thread."
>Lasagna raises a hoof and gestures to the room they stood in.
>"This is the greeting room, where people just stop by and decide whether or not to stay around."
>You look around the room, not really paying attention to anything but how clean it is before.
>The room itself has a similar look to a foyer in some office complex.
>Lined all along the walls are different pictures of Fluttershy and various other ponies, many clean, others funny, and some lucrative ones.
>On the far right side are two sets of staircases.
>One of them winds up into the far reaching ceiling, while the other goes down a few steps and ends at a simple door with a massive steel lock on it.
>Vato points to the staircase leading up.
>"Where does that lead to?"
>Lasagna follows his finger and smiles at the question.
>"Oh that's where the lurkers go," she starts to wag her tail with a little excitement," They're the people who help keep the thread going while the writers are away and at times even become writers themselves. They range from honest dedicated people to the faggiest of faggots, but in the end they all play an important role."
>"That's so cool," Fifty says with obvious interest.
>"It is, isn't it," replies the little filly, "Well you ready to see the rest of the place?"
>Vato and Fifty give a quick sure, but you don't respond, instead pointing to the other staircase.
"If that leads to the lurkers, than where does the other one lead to?" you ask innocently.
>A look of aggravation crosses Lasagna's face and disappears quickly, but not before the three of you notice.
>"That's where the undesirables of our thread reside," she says shortly, clearly not wanting to speak of it any further.
>The others were interested now though and press the question.
>"Undesirables?" Vato inquires," What do you mean by that?"
>The little filly sighs at the question, realizing answering is unavoidable.
>"The undesirables are the people of the thread that not even we want to deal with," she waves her hoof in the air," Vore, yandere, gore, scat, the fetishes not many people like to acknowledge. At a time filly fiddlers were in there too, but it seems they are a little more accepted nowadays."
>As Lasagna lists off the residents of the downstairs, you can't help but shudder.
>You could only imagine the shithole that resides behind that door.
>From how Lasagna sounded while listing it off, any average person would assume that Satan and his twin brother lived in there.
>"Every once in a while one of them will escape, but it's rare enough," continues Lasagna," Now how about we move on with the tour, huh?"
>This time you join Vato and Fifty in agreeing to move on.
>It’s probably better to not hear anything more about the basement and from how quickly she changed the subject, Lasagna didn't want to say anything more either.
>"Great!" she turns towards the corridor Nebulus went down," Follow me please."
>Not even waiting for a confirmation, Lasagna starts to trot down the hall with a little joyous swish of the tail.
>The three of you follow along, eager to see the rest of the place.
>"Hey, llama de dragón."
>Twitch your ear to show you're listening.
>"She's definitely una chica."
>A rush of sickness runs through you, knowing exactly how he is so sure about her gender.
>You had no problems with fiddling with fillies, far from it, but just perving on them like that still seems wrong in some way.
"Oh."
>You say nothing more as you all follow the filly down the hall.
>The hallway is much longer than what you had first assumed it to be.
>Along with that it also had doors trailing along each side all the way to the end.
>Some were cracked open; others open wide, multiple others shut, and a few with large locks on them.
>You go to question what the locked doors are just as you all pass another, but the filly stops in front of one of the wide open rooms instead.
>"This is destination number 1," she says with a sly smile.
>Confused at the look, you all walk up and see what's inside.
>Immediately the smell of musk and Cheetos invade your nose, causing you and Fifty to wretch violently.
>Vato just scrunches his nose at the awful scent.
>"What the... fuck... is this *cough* Lasagna?" Fifty manages to spit out in the middle of his fit.
>"This is the circle jerk," her smile widens as you and Fifty continue to cough.
>Inside of the smelly room is a group of people sitting around doing exactly what Lasagna said.
>Tugging on their meat staffs so hard it seems they may fall off at any second.
>Some of the people were typing furiously with one hand while the other fondled their junk.
>Others were just cranking hard while having a casual conversation with each other.
>A final group actually had both hands on their computers as they played what seems like a local co-op game.
>Even then they had their dick out and just like the walls, floor, and everyone else, they are covered in their own, and others, semen.
>The sight makes you regret ever eating dinner today.
"What the hell -is- this Lasagna?" you spit out quickly before the fit takes over again.
>"I already told you, it's the circle jerk. This is where out writers, and some lurkers, meet to talk about ideas and shit," she looks into the room," That's what it was intended for at least. Nowadays they just sit around touching themselves and procrastinating," she looks back to the three of you with a smile," Some work does get done occasionally though."
>Vato nods while you and Fifty finally recover from your fit.
>"How do you join?" he inquires.
>Lasagna looks at him with some confusion," You want to join that? Eh, I'll tell you later. We still have more tour left."
>With that she continues down the hall.
>Not wanting to fall back into a coughing fit, you and Fifty follow along quickly.
>Vato stays back and continues to stare into the room for a moment before catching up.
>As you guys walk down the hall Lasagna points to various doors and say what they are.
>"Here we have the bathroom," she points to a door with a sign of a filly on it," Over here is the rec room."
>"Why does the sign have a dildo on it?" questions Fifty.
>"Lasagna completely ignores the question," This is one of the snack rooms and this," she stops in front of one of the padlocked doors," is a Fluttershy room."
>Raise an eyebrow at the name.
>"As I'm sure you've noticed, there are multiple of these rooms down the hall. A Fluttershy room is a room that we have dedicated to the mare we base our thread off of," she points to the lock," They are used as punishment or reward rooms, depending how you look upon it," Lasagna waves her hoof in the air," Basically you spend an entire hour or more with Fluttershy in these rooms. Sounds like hell to me, but some guys seem to like it."
>Lasagna looks up to the padlock and shudders.
>"Anyway, let's move on with the tour. We're almost done now," she continues to trot down the hall.
>You stand in front of the door for a few seconds with Fifty as Lasagna and Vato continue on.
"What do you think happens in there?"
>The question was mostly rhetorical; your imagination able to answer itself, but Fifty still feels the need to say something.
>"Anal wreckage," he turns to catch-up with the filly and Mexican," I'm not talking about Flutter's ass either."
>He walks away without another word, leaving you stricken with a certain horror.
>Not entering that room just got put on your list of things not to do.
>"So where are you taking us?" questions Vato as you catch up to the three of them.
>Lasagna looks to him with a sly smile," Oh you'll see soon enough."
>She continues to trot down the hall, you all following close behind.
>A few moments of silent walking later finds your small group in front of two large doors.
>Lasagna trots up to the door and places a hoof on it gently.
>Instead of opening it she only turns her head to look at the three of you.
>"Before entering this door, I want to ask you guys something," she looks at you all for confirmation.
>"Go on then," Vato says, speaking for everyone.
>"Have you ever wondered how all of these stories work?" questions the little filly," How all of these things happen in our world and then just seem to reset themselves?"
>The question sets your mind to work, seeing as to how you never considered this before.
>Judging from the looks on Vato and Fifty's face, they were thinking the same thing.
"No not really, just assumed it was magic," you look at the little filly," Now that I think about it, I don't remember much of these things happening anyway."
>"Exactly," says the little filly," You all live here in Equestria yet none of this stuff seems to happen. The personalities are the same, but the events aren’t there, right?"
>"Yeah," replies Fifty.
>"Well here is why," the smile on Lasagna's face widens as she pushes open the yellow double doors.
>A bright light floods from inside, blinding the group and preventing everyone from seeing what was inside.
>The filly gestures inside of the room with a glance that clearly said "After you."
>You all oblige simultaneously, walking into the room with curiosity written over all of your faces.
>"Qué Va!" exclaims Vato.
"No way indeed."
>Upon entering the room your eyes are greeted with the most beautiful combination of science and magic ever seen.
>Inside, the room was far larger than you could ever imagine could be in the shed you saw when you first entered.
>Magic is definitely the reason why, but that isn't its only contribution to the room.
>Instead of the wood and marble that the rest of house was built out of, this room is completely made out of glass with a ruby gemstone floor.
>The rubies have an enchanted look to them as the colors inside swirl around in an endless torrent.
>The glass itself is fashioned into the shape of a glass dome with a froth of energy swirling about on the outside.
>Lined all around the walls, both high and low, and the ceiling are multiple doors with engravings on their face.
>Every few moments a new Anon would come out, or go into one, each one holding a notebook or camera of some sort.
>Other Anon's are simply walking around, investigating random doors and supervising the room in general.
>Higher up in the room, you see Anon's flying around on hover boards and platforms to enter the more difficult to reach rooms.
>"Well?" Lasagna asks as she enters the room," What do you guys think?"
>You just stand there and look around, shocked into a state of silence.
>Fifty seems to be in the same state as you as he stands next to you.
>"This is amazing Lasagna," Vato says what's on both of your minds," Pero, Donde estamos?"
>Lasagna frowns with confusion and looks to you.
>"Ummm..."
"He said where are we?" you say without taking your eyes off the room.
>"Oh, we're in the multiverse room," she stands on her hind legs and gestures to the entire room," This is where all of our writers get their stories."
>The last statement catches your attention.
"What do you mean by that?"
>"Well it’s 'simple'," she drops back onto her forelegs," Flutterrape runs off a system of multiverses. A writer must create a world to get a reader's interest and here they do that. Along with doing that, they also don't ruin our world in some unforeseen way or they can have our world the way they want it."
>"Wait," Fifty interjects before she starts the next sentence," Are you suggesting that every story created is a new universe coming into existence?"
>She looks at him with a knowing wink," That's exactly the case. Look, here is an example."
>She trots over to an old wooden door.
>What looked like scribbles upon the surface from afar, turn into words at close range.
"Rapeville Universe," You read aloud," Brought into existence by _Leaf_."
>Your eyes widen in astonishment as you recognize what you're looking at.
"Holy Shit, this is one of the first stories I ever read when I first got here.," you look at the smaller scribbles under the name and creator," Destinations Ponyville, Griffonville, New Hell Kingdom, and Rapeville. Wow these bring back some memories, but aren’t all the towns the same place? Why are they all listed?"
>"For those who want to ever revisit these universes, the door also allows you to choice a time period," she trots away from the door," It’s helpful for those who want to bask in the memories of old."
"That's so cool," you whisper to yourself as Lasagna continues to trot away while explaining the room to everyone.
>"The universes we have created here range from a variety of many different types," she starts to list off a few universes as she points to their respective doors," We have the wizard Anon universe, the filly universe, the giant universe, even th--"
>A bloodcurdling scream interrupts Lasagna mid-word.
>"SOMEONE HELP ME!! SHE IS TEARING ME TO SHREDS!!"
>You look over to where the scream is coming from, torn from your nostalgia.
>All around you the other Anon's are running about to figure out what is happening.
>After a few moments of chaos, someone finally screams "SOMEONE LEFT THE YANDERE UNIVERSE DOOR OPEN!"
>The problem identified everyone starts to calm down some, though tension still seems high.
>You run over to Lasagna, fear starting to creep into your mind despite everyone starting to relax.
>"HEEEELLLLLP MEEEE!!" screams the original Anonymous voice.
>"WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU INVITE ME TO YOUR PARTY?"
>Flinch as you recognize Fluttershy's voice, despite it being much louder and more violent than you've ever heard it before.
>"I CAN BE FUN TOO," she continues," I'M MUCH MORE FUN THAN THAT SLUT PINKIE PIE. BUT. YOU. DIDN'T. INVITE ME."
>As she continues to yell, each word is punctuated with a thud and a howl of pain.
"Lasagna what the hell is happening?" you ask as you skid to a stop in front of her.
>She only shakes her head and points to an open door.
>You can't see inside due to a bright light, but the screams are definitely coming from there.
>"IT'S NOT I LIKE YOU OR ANYTHING, I JUST LIKE HAVING A GOOD TIME!"
>"FLUTTERSHY PLEASE STOP!"
>She ignores his pleas and continues to beat and scream at him.
>"YOU BETTER NOT THINK I LIKE YOU, BECAUSE ITS NOT. LIKE. THAT. AT. AAAAALLLLLL!"
>Her shouts are followed by more howls of pain.
>Lasagna, an apologetic look upon his face, waves a hoof in the sky before gesturing to the door.
>"Can someone please shut the door?"
>An Anon near the door hears her and goes to shut it.
>"WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?" screams the furious Fluttershy.
>The sound of footsteps starts to emit from the open door.
>Suddenly the light that is preventing sight into the door clears a little, revealing a beat-up Anon sprinting towards them with a furious Fluttershy behind him.
>A look of fear crosses his face as he sees the door getting ready to close.
>"WAIT FOR ME!" he yells desperately," PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!"
>The Anon closing the door hesitates for a second before deciding to wait.
>Another Anon sees his choice and shakes his head gently.
>"It's too late for him, close the door or that yandere might get in here," he says sadly.
>The Anon thinks about it for a second, conflicted by the situation.
>In the end he closes the door though, the wooden surface briefly revealing the other universe like some shifting pool of water.
>The trapped Anon's face drops as the door closes on him.
>He crashes into it a few second later and starts banging on the surface, pleading for entry.
>The Anon who closed the door made the right choice though for almost right as the trapped Anon reached the door, Fluttershy did as well.
>He turns around just as she throws a devastating right hoof.
>It contacts perfectly with the Anon, spreading blood across the door as he falls to the ground.
>At that the door loses its transparency, regaining its solid wooden color once more.
>Lasagna coughs after a few moments of eerie silence between the four of you," The yandere universe is one of ours as well, of course. Every once in a while an Anon or writer will create these worlds to appease the undesirables."
>A door opens behind the two of you guys.
>"Hey Lasagna," it is Fluttershy's voice," Introducing some newfags around huh?"
>Lasagna turns around at the voice, smiling as she sees who it is.
>"Hey Flutterpriest," you and the other Anon's look her way as she speaks the name," How you doing?"
>Flutterpriest, who looks like a common day Fluttershy with a long flowing Baptist preacher robe, puts a hoof behind her head and laughs.
>"I just came back from the matriarchy universe," she flicks her tail to the door she just came from," There is some crazy shit in there, I think you're all going to love it."
>She smiles at the thought of posting the story.
>"So who are you guys?" she gestures to you and your comrades.
>Lasagna takes the liberty of introducing everyone, pointing to each of you in turn.
>"We're actually just about to finish up the tour right now," she says after the introduction.
>Flutterpriest nods slowly," Well if that's the case then I'll get out of your hair. Just hurry it up," she points an accusing hoof at Lasagna," You have work to do as well."
>With that Flutterpriest gives a short laugh and heads out of the room.
>"Hmm he is right," Lasagna gestures to a nearby Anon," So are you guys serious about joining the thread? Remember while your here you have to be prepared for anything and no matter what happens or how many people hate you, don't give up or just spontaneously quit," She gives you all a serious look," So are you in?"
>Once again you all speak in unison.
>"Yes, mam!"
>Lasagna's ears twitch again," Right...”
>"These newfags Lasagna?" questions the Anon she gestured over earlier.
>Lasagna nods her head at the question.
>With the confirmation to the question, the Anon reaches into a satchel hanging from his waist and pulls out three cards as well as keys.
>Handing them to the filly, he gives a brief salute and goes on his way through the room.
>"All right then," she hands each of you a card and key.
>You grab your card and look at in confusion.
>It was completely blank, not even a mark of ink on it yet.
>Before you get to question what the card is for, the card surface begins to shine with an unnatural light.
>Before your eyes the card is engulfed with a dark flame.
>The flames twist and turn with a beautiful light briefly before quickly dissipating.
>When the fire is gone, the card is left with a picture of you and a flame decal background.
>It pulses with a dark light before settling down.
>Glance over to Fifty and Vato, their faces shocked as their cards go through the same, yet different, process.
>By the time it's all done, Fifty is holding a card that shines with multiple different shades of yellow.
>Vato holds one that has randomly placed tacos, burritos, and sombreros all over the card.
"Whoa."
>"Hey what is this empty space right here?" questions Fifty as he looks at the card.
>You follow his sight and notice a spot where the cards design seems to falter.
>"Oh that is where you passcode number goes." Lasagna materializes her card out of mid-air and points a hoof at the number on hers," It's how the Anon's decipher who we are."
>"Why don't we have one?" Vato asks.
>"You'll get one in due time," she makes her card disappear," Now let us finish this up."
>She gestures toward three doors that are right next to each other.
>Each one has an empty face, the wood begging to be carved upon.
>"Each door is locked. All you have to do is unlock it and walk in," she starts to trot during the exit;" The rest will explain itself once you're inside."
>Walk up to your door and touch the wood gently.
>"Oh," Lasagna says just before she leaves," Along with each universe you get a personal Fluttershy. She starts with a standard FR personality, but you can mold and change it. Good Luck, I'll see you all later."
>With that she walks out the exit, shutting it tightly behind her.
>"Well," Vato says," We ready?"
>Put your key in the door as an answer.
>Beside you Fifty does the same.
"Well it's been fun guys," the anticipation of what lies behind the door is unbearable," We can meet up later, deal?"
>"Deal," they both respond to your question.
>You turn the key, a soft click signifying the door being unlocked.
>With a gentle creak the door opens slowly, letting out a blinding light.
>With one final look around the room and a brief moment of hesitation, you walk inside the door.
>The last thing you see before the light engulfs you is Fifty walking into his door as well while Vato runs off to a different universe.
>Probably going to steal something from some of the rich Anon universes.
>
>
>You are swimming in a void of magic, out of time and space.
>Next to you is the personal Fluttershy that Lasagna told you about.
>"So what do you want to do?"
>Look over to Fluttershy.
>She gives you a cute smile, hiding her more carnal intentions behind it.
>Raise an eyebrow at her.
>"W-We could always," she gulps in the cute nervous way she always does," yo-you know."
>Twirl around in the empty space for a few moments.
"Not now Fluttershy," glance at her and smile," But soon enough."
[spoiler]"Soon enough"[/spoiler]