Once you get to the YouTube link, start it and read along. Keep reading, even after the lyrical parts. I synced the narration to fill the time between lyrics, at least as far as my own reading pace is concerned. I hope it isn't too difficult to keep up. Enjoy.
 
>Day Hair Metal Revival in Equestria.
>Wake up to the same mobile of a starship, a planet, and a few stars above your bed.
>Sure it's childish.
>But you were basically just renting this place from Mayor Mare.
>She told you not to touch anything.
>And you do NOT fuck with the mayor.
>Well, except for that one time she offered you a place to stay in exchange for a rut.
>But no one can know you're a horsefucker.
>You're sure it'd get around to Fluttershy somehow.
>Besides, that's not even the kind of fucking you were talking about.
>Geez, self.
>Get your own mind out of the gutter.
>But seriously, you're pretty sure that Mayor Mare breaks knees.
>And you like being able to walk.
>Speaking of...
>You get up and begin your morning routine, a little later than usual.
>You're in the middle of brushing your teeth when that familiar knocking resonates through your abode.
>*pomfpomfpomf*
>You hastily finish brushing your teeth and spit into the sink.
Coming!
>You shout towards the door.
>"I sh-sure h-hope so..." Fluttershy half-squeaks back.
>You look at yourself in the mirror.
So this is my life, huh?
>You sigh and splash your face with water.
>Whelp. Best get on with it...
>You walk to the door, sigh again, and swing it open.
What's the plan today, Flutterbutt?
>She's dressed in a white one-piece bodysuit.
>It's cut down the middle all the way until just before her crotch.
>Her pink hair is frizzed out and wavy and falls disheveledly across both sides of her face.
>Executing wut_face.exe
>Error: File not found.
>You can't even wut properly...
Fluttershy... What are you-?
>She lifts a hoof to silence you.
 
>Suddenly music starts to play from somewhere.
http://youtu.be/sRYNYb30nxU?t=12s
>"Anon. There's so-something I have to t-tell you."
>You raise an eyebrow curiously.
>"And it has to be do-done in song. I-It just HAS to."
Okay, Fluttershy, but-
>Suddenly drums.
But why the costume? And the hair? And how is this even happening?
>"I had Twilight cast a spell."
Fucking ma-
>"I CAN'T EXPLAIN ALL THE FEELINGS THAT YOU'RE MAKING ME FEEEEEL!"
>She interrupts your belittlement of the arcane arts and you take a step back in shock.
>"MY HEART'S IN OVERDRIVE AND YOU'RE BEHIND THE STEERING WHEEL!"
>You get your resolve back and furrow your brows.
Ponies don't even know what steering wheels ARE, Fluttershy!
>She flies closer. "TOUCHING YOUUUU!"
>She grabs your hand and guides it to her chest. "TOUCHING MEEEEE!"
>She pokes your hand into her shirt. "TOUCHING YOUUUU!
>"GOD, YOU'RE TOUCHING MEEEE!"
>Her eyes roll back and she moans.
>You grimace and try to pull your hand back, but she holds it tight.
>"I BELIEVE IN A THING CALLED LOVE, JUST LISTEN TO THE RHYTHM OF MY HEART!"
>"THERE'S A CHANCE WE COULD MAKE LOVE NOW, WE'LL BE RUTTING TILL THE SUN GOES DOWN!"
>"I BELIEVE IN A THING CALLED LOVE!"
Ughhh... *hurk*
>You start to retch and pull your hand back violently.
>You try to retreat inside, but Fluttershy follows you in before you can close the door.
>You run to your room, YellowRape hot on your heels.
>"I WANNA KISS YOU EVERY MINUTE, EVERY HOUR, EVERY DAAAY!"
>You close the door before 'Shy can get in.
>"YOU GOT ME IN A SPIN BUT EVERYTHING IS A-OKAAAAY!"
Fluttershy, just leave me alone!
>You lean against the door.
>"But I want to be TOUCHING YOUUU!"
>"And for you to be TOUCHING MEEEEE!"
>"TOUCHING YOUU! Oh please be TOUCHING MEEEEE!"
>You hear the handle jiggling.
>Somehow she busts through.
 
>"I BELIEVE IN A THING CALLED LOVE!"
>Shit, she's inside!
>"JUST LISTEN TO THE RHYTHM OF MY HEART!
>Nowhere to run.
>"THERE'S A CHANCE WE CAN MAKE LOVE NOW!"
>Look at the window behind you.
>"WE'LL BE RUTTING TILL THE SUN GOES DOWN!"
>Dive through it.
>"I BELIEVE IN A THING CALLED LOOOVE!"
AAAAAHHH!
>You hit the ground, tuck, and roll.
>She flies out after you. "GUITAR!"
>A seven-string guitar flies out of thin air and Fluttershy starts to shred on it.
>No time to congratulate yourself on your landing.
>You high-speed nope your way to P0nyville proper.
>P0nies are waving at you and Fluttershy, who just so happens to be flying right behind you, like everything is perfectly normal.
>Fuck this place.
>Fucking magic...
>As you're running you spot Mayor Mare.
>She's the first p0ny to give you a curious look.
>She probably noticed the glass and blood you're covered in.
>Thing's aren't really looking too good right now.
>Fluttershy's gaining on you.
>She's never been this fast before.
>Why now?
>Because fuck you, that's why.
>She's inching closer and closer, despite your efforts to duck and weave through alleyways, buildings, and market stands.
>Turns out you're no Ezio Auditore.
>For a moment you try running in large concentric circles, but Fluttershy wises up to your gambit.
>She lines herself up with you.
>And tackles you to the ground, snuggling you hard.
>"TOUCHING YOUUUU!"
>"TOUCHING MEEEE!"
>"TOUCHING YOU, GOD YOU'RE TOUCHING MEEEE! AAAAAH!"
>You feel a wet sensation on your leg.
>"I BELIEVE IN A THING CALLED LOVE!"
>It can't end like this.
>"JUST LISTEN TO THE RHYTHM OF MY CLIT!"
>Not after all your effort.
>"WITH A CHANCE, WE COULD MAKE IT WORK!"
>Must get free...
>"I JUST HAVE TO FIND YOUR FETISH QUIRK!"
>You shove her off.
>"I BELIEVE IN A THING CALLED LOOOOVE! AAAAAAAANON!"
 
>You make another dash for it, using up all your reserve strength.
>You run until you lose feeling in your legs.
>They might just fly off at this point.
>You keep checking over your shoulder to see if the yellow menace is still in pursuit.
>Eventually, somehow, you manage to lose her.
>You duck inside an alley and try to recuperate.
>Your chest is heaving and your lungs burn for oxygen.
>You part your lips and your throat makes a *guh* sound from lack of moisture.
Thank.
Fucking.
God.
>You close your eyes and just try to breathe.
>Suddenly, there's a sharp pain in your shins.
>You scream in agony and open your eyes, but the pain blurs your vision.
>You slip into unconsciousness.
 
>You wake up later to a familiar space ship.
>Your legs are still throbbing.
>In front of you stands a grey mare with a white mane holding a baseball bat.
>"You break my window, I break your legs."
>You groan and lay back in bed.
>At this point, maybe you should have just settled for
>Fucking Fluttershy.