The Fluttershy Parable

>This is a story about a mare named Fluttershy.
>Fluttershy found herself staring blankly out of the cottage window.
>With a small shake of the head to clear her mind, she decided today was the right day to see if she could woo Anonymous.
>She left her home in quite the hurry, nearly hitting a bird as she flew down her path.
>After following that path for nearly a mile, Fluttershy came to a fork in the road.
>The very safe open field down the left path posed no visual threat, while the right path cut through a forest and seemed to be swallowed by darkness further ahead.
>Fluttershy went down the path to the left.
>It was a beautiful day, as she could clearly see having not taken that right turn.
>The sun was shining down through the clouds Rainbow Dash should have cleared by now, casting its beautiful rays upon the wildlife that frolicked about.
>Shy took in the scenery as she thought about how she would go about speaking to Anonymous.
>She had only two ideas.
>The first was to be very discrete, to not cause too much of a fuss and focus on simply getting to know Anonymous better.
>Her second idea was one full of carnal sexual desire, something that had plagued her attempts at relationships every single time.
>So, obviously, when Fluttershy arrived at Anonymous' house...
>She chose to get to know him better and to not let her disgusting primal urges get the best of her.
>It only took a couple light knocks on Anonymous' door to get him to answer.
>Anonymous opened the door and looked down at the small horse.
>He groggily spurted out,
>"What do you want?"
>Fluttershy answered him in a soft tone.
>"I um... I'm sorry I've always gone after you so aggressively. I really want to make it up to you today."
>Anonymous seemed to be intrigued as he responded,
>"Uh huh. Well, what did you have in mind?"
>Fluttershy suggested,
>"Maybe we could just chat for a while?"
>Anonymous nodded.
>"That sounds... nice, actually."
>And so Fluttershy entered Anonymous' house, beaming with excitement because of her correct decision making leading to this outcome.
>They talked and talked for hours, getting closer together and realizing they had a lot more in common than they knew.
>Anonymous was finally accepting of Fluttershy, it seemed.
>The only thing keeping them from being together was her primal desire for sexual intercourse.
>She had an amazing personality that he quite liked.
>Had it not been blasted away by attempted fetish guesses, inane skit-like complete character bastardizations for the sole purpose of getting him to have sex, and simply rape...
>He would have loved her from the start.
>And now that this barrier has been destroyed, he could finally accept her.
>Anonymous could finally accept Fluttershy's confession after serious conversation.
>It was finally consensual.
>Finally Fluttershy could--
>What?
>Oh well, yes I guess you're right.
>There isn't any rape in this situation with consent, it somewhat defeats the purpose of it being posted in Flutterrape.
>Doesn't it?
>Hold on, I can fix it for the origin thread.

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>This is a story about a mare named Fluttershy.
>Fluttershy found herself staring blankly out of the cottage window.
>With a small shake of the head to clear her mind, she decided today was the right day to see if she could win over Anonymous.
>She left her home in quite the hurry, nearly hitting Angel as she flew down her path.
>After following that path for nearly a kilometer, Fluttershy came to a split in the road.
>The very safe open field down the left path posed no visual threat, while the right path cut through a forest and seemed to be swallowed by darkness further ahead.
>Fluttershy went down the path to the left.
>It was a beautiful day, as she could clearly see having not taken that tremendously dreadful right turn.
>The sun was shining down through the clouds Rainbow Dash should have cleared by now, casting its beautiful rays upon the wildlife that frolicked about.
>Shy took in the scenery as she thought about how she would go about speaking to Anonymous.
>She had only two ideas.
>The first was to be very discrete, to not cause too much of a fuss and focus on simply getting to know Anonymous better.
>Her second idea was one full of carnal sexual desire, something that had plagued her attempts at relationships every single time.
>So, obviously, when Fluttershy arrived at Anonymous' house...
>Her legs quivered in excitement.
>She could barely contain the fire in her loins at just the sound of his approach to the door after her light knocks.
>Anonymous opened the door and looked down at the small fidgeting horse.
>He groggily spurted out,
>"What do you want?"
>Fluttershy, barely able to control her lust filled self, nearly screamed to him for an answer,
>"I need you inside me!"
>Anonymous began to close the door as this is routine, but Fluttershy flew in and took out his leg.
>This blow knocked him on his bottom, giving her a gracious window of time to close and lock the door behind her.
>She then spun around and bit his pant leg, yanking his pants off with another near neck snapping movement.
>Anonymous struggled to get away from her by crawling backward, but she flew up and bucked him in the face to daze and slow him.
>Fluttershy grabbed ahold of his--
>How is this wrong?
>That Fluttershy is not acting like her character in the show?
>Well perhaps if everyone wrote stories of her acting the way she does in the show, these threads wouldn't be possible due to the violent nature she would have to magically attain.
>Rape is no calm act, not something a kind and shy character would be able to do so comically.
>And this character defamation in these stories bothers you so badly while everyone does it?
>Did that even make sense to you?
>Does any of this make sense?
>You know what?
>Forget it.
>Let's just start this over, perhaps one of these endings can possibly appease you.
>Your majesty.

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>This is a story about a mare named Fluttershy.
>Fluttershy found herself staring blankly out of the cottage window.
>With a small shake of the head to clear her mind, she decided today was the right day to see if she could wow Anonymous.
>She left her home in quite the hurry, nearly hitting a flying squirrel as she flew down her path.
>After following that path for four to five meters, Fluttershy came to a spoon in the road.
>The very safe open field down the left path posed no visual threat, while the right path cut through a forest and seemed to be swallowed by darkness further ahead.
>Fluttershy stupidly trotted straight into the darkness of the forest.
>This was not the fastest way to Anonymous' house, and Fluttershy knew that very well.
>But an unknown nagged force seemed to push her forward down this scary path.
>After a brief period of darkness that seemed to eat the path at the spoon, light shined through the trees so she could see where she was going.
>The path was twisted and full of all sorts of bumps and points where it seemed to end.
>Definitely the -right- decision.
>Fluttershy eventually reached a small hut deep in the forest.
>Before she could approach it to advance the story, its door opened.
>Out stepped Zecora, who shot a quizzical look at her and spoke,
>"Taking this path was rather dumb. I would like to know why you have come."
>Fluttershy dug her hoof into the ground.
>"Sorry, I got a little lost. I was just trying to get to Anonymous' house, and I guess I took a very stupid turn for a legitimately pointless reason."
>Zecora simply stares at Fluttershy.
>Fluttershy shifts in anticipation for her next words.
>After no more than two lines of text, Zecora spoke again.
>"There are two paths that you can take. Either head back or follow my pet snake."
>A small snake slithered around Zecora's hooves.
>So of course when given the option to simply turn around, Fluttershy took it.
>"Thank you very much, I'll be on my way then!"
>Zecora only nodded in response and then entered her house.
>Fluttershy, turned back around to set off on the correct path, was full of pep for making a good decision.
>But, that's no fun for you is it?
>To have to go back and experience the other two things you've already seen.
>The two endings you don't seem to care for.
>I think I understand you now.
>How about this?

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>This is a story about a mare named Fluttershy.
>Fluttershy found herself staring blankly out of the cottage window.
>With a small shake of the head to clear her mind, she decided today was not the right day to see if she could woo Anonymous.
>She stayed inside instead of doing anything that would be interesting enough to describe with words.
>The End.

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>What?
>That was what you wanted.
>An ending to the story that doesn't break any character rules and is still entertaining.
>Think about it!
>She's doing nothing!
>Isn't that exciting?
>Like some kind of adventure, but only in the home.
>No?
>Okay maybe--

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>This is a story about a mare named Fluttershy.
>Fluttershy found herself staring blankly out of the cottage window.
>With a small shake of the head to clear her mind, she decided today was the right day to see if she could get with Anonymous.
>She left her home in quite the hurry, nearly hitting the ground as she flew down her path.
>After following that path for a bit, Fluttershy came to two seperate paths.
>The pretty dangerous open field was down the left path with thousands of ways to be injured, while the right path cut through a nice forest and became a little dark further ahead.
>Fluttershy brilliantly trotted into the pitch black path through the forest, because nothing dangerous could happen in a dark forest.
>Because it was a fun idea, she thought, to be adventurous in small decision making.
>After a brief period of darkness that seemed to eat the path at the fork, light shined through the trees so she could see where she was going.
>The path was completely straight and practically golden with how much of a good choice this was, past the darkness of course.
>Fluttershy eventually reached a small hut deep in the forest.
>Simply approaching it made Zecora come out of the door.
>She shot a quizzical look at Fluttershy and spoke.
>"Taking this path was rather smart. Would you care for a potion that can change the heart?"
>Fluttershy nearly jumped with glee, screaming out,
>"A love potion!?"
>Zecora nodded.
>Fluttershy, wasting no time, eagerly accepted the gift and was about to leave when Zecora stopped her.
>"There are two paths that you can take. Either head back or follow my pet snake."
>A small snake slithered around Zecora's hooves.
>The adorable snake's eyes stole Fluttershy's heart, and she couldn't help but say yes.
>And so Zecora set them off, Fluttershy following behind the snake as it weaved deeper and deeper into the forest.
>Left, right, left, right.
>Right, right, left, right.
>Left, right, right, left.
>So many turns they took before they reached the end of the forest, which ended them just at the exit of that dreadful open field.
>Fluttershy thanked the snake and kissed it on the head, sending it back to its rhyming master.
>She took in the scenery of the edge of the forest as she thought about how she would go about speaking to Anonymous.
>She had only two ideas.
>The first was to be very discrete, to not cause too much of a fuss and focus on simply getting to know Anonymous better.
>Her second idea was one full of carnal sexual desire, something that had plagued her attempts at relationships every single time.
>So, obviously, when Fluttershy arrived at Anonymous' house...
>She decided against both options, and wielded her love potion.
>After a couple soft knocks on his door, Anonymous finally answered.
>Before he could even groggily spurt out an answer, she splashed the potion on him.
>For a moment, he just seemed shocked that he had been splashed as soon as he opened his door.
>But not long after, heart shapes formed in his pupils and he looked at Fluttershy.
>He yelled out,
>"My love!"
>And embraced Fluttershy with all of his might.
>Fluttershy was nearly in tears.
>Finally, she could be with Anonymous.
>And, he actually wanted to be with her as well.
>She nuzzled her head against his body as he lifted her and brought her inside his home.
>"I love you Fluttersh--"
>But, this would technically be consensual.
>If there's no internal dialogue explaining that he is in some consciousness not wanting these actions to take place, we can assume he completely wants this.
>And since -I'm- writing this, I say he completely wants this and the potion has removed the reasoning not to.
>Actually, you know what?
>Who says I have to do anything for you?
>Who says I have to write a rape story?
>You were going to read this anyways.
>Why do you expect stories to be a certain way?
>A story is anything anyone could write, and whoever reads that has no control over anything.
>You are only along for the ride.
>Expectations are completely shattered, or followed beautifully in the most "amazing" stories.
>Look at you.
>Continuing to read these letters here.
>Coming to this pastebin to see if I left the spoiler in or left the word "common" with a typo.
>You are predictable and spoiled beyond imagination by grandiose, extravagant, titillating rape stories.
>Did you even notice the tiny differences in the beginning of the story each time?
>Or did you skip them because you saw a pattern?
>This basic human function is why you are still here.
>Continuing to expect some conclusion.
>Wanting some sort of big climax.
>Some reasoning for all of this.
>Like how all of this ties into everything that's happened so far.
>Well guess what?
There is no rhyme.
There is no reason.
And there is no ending.


>This is a story about a mare named Fluttershy.