Title: Just a Fun Thing (FR Short?) Author: Th3seus Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/Fp6Lq2eS First Edit: Saturday 2nd of March 2013 01:19:42 AM CDT Last Edit: Saturday 2nd of March 2013 01:19:42 AM CDT >You are Jarrod >And man, have you had a tough day of classes >Thursdays always suck; your classes bleed out into the night, and by the time you get home, it’s way too late to want to do anything productive >So you do what you usually do: >You toss your bag onto your bed, crash down into your chair, and launch Firefox >You click your bookmarks and select /mlp/, browsing the pony imageboard for some cheap entertainment >The board has always been a trusty escape from the painful trials and tribulations of reality >You browse for about half an hour Ah… >You say, as you come across an old favorite >The Flutterrape thread >You click on it, and scroll through the page >It’s well on its way, already at 350 posts >Some big named writefags have updated some of their stories >You give them a quick scan, enjoying the antics of Fluttershy >Some funny, some more serious, some quite sad >There’s such a variety of fiction to choose from >Some lesser known, but still great, writefags have updated as well >You glance through those really quickly >Eventually, you reach the bottom of the page >Ah, dead end. Nothing to do now but— >… >Huh… what’s this…? >You scroll back down to the bottom of the page >A story seems to have popped up >…do you have auto update on? >…no, you don’t think so >…how peculiar >You glance up at the name and subject fields >The only thing filled out is the name: >”Fluttershy” >You scoff a little under your breath >Some roleplaying faggot, huh? >…well, might as well give it a read, there’s no other stories here >You scan over the story, which doesn’t happen to be too long >Only about five posts >It’s a fetish guess comedy, with the usual formula >Fluttershy trying to get into Anon’s pants with a guess >It’s a comedy, and for what its worth, it’s decently funny >Gave you a chuckle >The ending didn’t seem to make much sense though >As opposed to the usual “Fucking Fluttershy” punchline ending it all, one more greentext line comes out after it >A line of Fluttershy’s dialogue >One more guess >”Is digging your fetish, Anon? Digging is one of mine.” >…an odd way to end it. Doesn’t make much sense >Maybe it was an accidental line left in at the end >Well, decent story nonetheless >Since it’s brand new, no one’s commented yet >…Might as well make his (or “her”) day a little brighter >You click her post number and type a quick reply >”Hey Fluttershy, pretty funny first story. 7/10” >Quick, nothing special, just something for him to hold on to, knowing someone liked it >You lean back in your chair a little bit to stretch >Staring at the ceiling, you let out a satisfied groan, then bend back over to the computer >…the thread seems to have auto-updated again >You focus your eyes at the new post >”Fluttershy” seems to have responded >”Thanks anonymous, I’m glad you enjoyed it. I have other stories you can read, if you like. Pastebin okay?” >A Pastebin link rests under the text >…well, why not? http://pastebin.com/KcsVRCWC   >You lean back into your chair, poking the inside of your cheek with your tongue >That was… odd >You X out of the Pastebin window >That wasn’t even close to his other story >It didn’t even make sense >Fluttershy was just… >There was no Anon, no rape attempt, no other characters, no… development at all >There was a fetish guess… sort of >Was nec… >… >That’s a little strange… >How does that even tie in with— >Wait… digging? >You scroll up to the greentexted post >And check the last line >”Is digging your fetish, Anon? Digging is one of mine.” >Was he going for some odd kind of connection? >… >You copy the Pastebin link and paste it into your URL bar again >…but it doesn’t lead anywhere >You try one more time >The page loads, but the document is blank >What the hell? >One more try http://pastebin.com/dfG6XPYe   >You X out of the Pastebin >…the silence in your room becomes a little more clear now >The wind gusts softly against your window >Leading out into the dark outside >…you get up and throw the curtain over it >You come back to the computer and look at the thread >No one has posted since you or “Fluttershy” >You hover your hands over the keyboard for a second >… >”What’s up with the digging, Fluttershy?” >… >… >”Digging is my fetish. It’s fun to share. Share on Pastebin tonight.” >As quickly as you read that post, another one from her shows up >”Is necrophilia your fetish, Jarrod?” >… >Your breath quickens a bit >How the…? >What the…? >You X out of the Flutterrape thread >You get up off of your computer >And shut it down >Your heart is racing >… >Breathe… >You pace the room for a bit >…it’s 4chan >…probably did some bullshit… hacker thing or something >Got your name somehow >Just calm down… >You take a big, deep breath >… >Chill… just chill, man >You look over to your clock >1:00am >How did it get so late? >…you’re a little worked up >But… you think you should try to get to bed anyway >You slide out of your clothes and get comfortable under the sheets >Thoughts race through your mind, but you try your best, and eventually, you let sleep take you…   >Your eyes flicker open a little >You’re a light sleeper, and don’t sleep well in the light >…light…? >You open your eyes wider >As you wake up, your ears start to catch on to something >A soft, pattern-like voice >You dart up in bed >The light… >You look over to your computer >Right as you do, the voice stops >… >You shut that down… >You slowly creep out of bed, and take a look at your monitor >…it’s definitely on >And the browser is open too >It’s loaded… >…Vocaroo? >Was that what you heard…? >You click replay… http://vocaroo.com/i/s1VbhT4ZFpX6   >Your heart practically stops >…that’s… >That’s your voice… >…that’s you laughing, you talking… >…what the fuck is this…?   >You wake up again >It’s not quite morning >You’re sprawled out on your bed >Dirt is everywhere >Your bed is a mess >Groggily, you place your hand down to push yourself up >Clods of dirt fall from your fingertips >…what…? >You glance at your hands >…covered in dirt >Caked >Like you’ve been gripping and moving it for hours >… >How could you…? >… >You look to your door >It’s open >You slowly get up >And peer outside your door >Your hall light is on >You follow down it slowly >The house is eerily quiet >Rounding the corner, you see the exit to your backyard >The lights aren’t on >Dirt trails from outside in >…did you sleepwalk? >How did… >… >Or did you… >You look to your hands again >…did you dig a hole…? >… >You slowly and carefully place your feet in front of one another >Leading closer and closer to the door >Until you’re outside >It’s dark >But with very little help from the inside light >You can see it >A darker spot in the lawn >It looks… deep >And wide… >… >Such a nice hole… >… >Almost makes you want to… >… >Want to… … >[spoiler]Jump in…[/spoiler]   [spoiler]iS nEcRoPhIlIa YoUr FeTiSh AnOn?[/spoiler]