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- >It's morning.
- >5 in the fucking morning. Not 3, not 4.. Fucking 5.
- >And Fluttershy is early today, so very early. The sound of wet noises and buzzing echoing through your house.
- >Thank fuck you locked your bedroom door last night.
- >"AAnnoonnn! Come outtt!" she moans up the stairs, backed up by the sounds of several vibrators a vibratin'
- >You say nothing, opting to simply lay still and hope she pisses off to her filthy animal smelling cottage.
- >"ANNNnnnOONN!!"
- >Yeah, she isn't leaving. Your plan of "wait until she out-orgasms herself" didn't work. That was like the 30th time she came today.
- >Damn it.
- Wait right there, you loose whore! I'm coming to get you!
- >You shout through your door in a mock nice voice, the sound of scrambling, gasping and vibrating increasing downstairs.
- >Dressing yourself, arming yourself with a sock filled with an alarm clock and sighing, you kick the door down with a yell and stomp
- downstairs, swinging your flail of time like it went out of fashion.
- >Downstairs is a mess, really, just fucking terrible.
- >You don't know how it's even humanly possible, but she managed to flood the first floor with horse juices. Like, straight up,
- everything is a foot underwater.
- >In the center of this maelstrom of desperateness, is Fluttershy, floating on a table with a bunch of vibrators in every oriface.
- >"MmmphMnon!"
- Don't.. just don't talk with your mouth.. everything full, please?
- >Removing several of the buzzing sex aids with a wet slurp, she grins at you.
- >"I knew you'd *Ooh!* "Cum" around, Anon!"
- >That was fucking terrible.
- Should I even bother asking how you managed to produce this much, ahem.. "Fluid" without dehydrating?
- >"W-well, you DID leave me alone down here for a long time.."
- >Grabbing a few of the spasming vibrators off of the table, she jams a few of them into her already-full pussy.
- >"And I do have a lot of these with me!"
- >A few is an understatement. More like hundreds.
- >Actually...
- >Yes.
- >Oh yes!
- >You feel an idea forming. A terrible, fantastic idea. You grin wide.
- Say... How would you like to... Play a little game?
- >"Like what, Anon?"
- ...
- >"I didn't realise you meant this."
- >Fluttershy drooped her head, a miserable look on her face as she watches one of her vibrators buzz across the table.
- ROLL UP! ROLL UP! BE A PART OF THE FIRST NATIONAL VIBRATOR RACE! WIN YOURSELF SOME BITS!
- >Ponies of every gender and size were flocking into your living room, yelling and throwing handfuls of bits at you as you frantically
- wrote down bets and handed out slips to the buyers.
- Come on, Flutters! You really think I meant something? You know me too well!
- >"But-"
- Cheer up! Here, have a bet on me!
- >And so she did. And she won.
- >And that's how Fluttershy still managed to fuck you. In the wallet.
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