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[FlutterRape] She's Not Only Mentally Sick Today...

May 22nd, 2014
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  1. >Day Aliment in Equestria
  2. >A roaring thunder wakes you up
  3. >That's like the 5th time that you woke up from that shit
  4. >Fucking Rainbow Cunt, making it rain ever since yesterday afternoon
  5. >All because of last weeks heat wave, this needed to be created to balance that out
  6. >So much for perfect weather
  7. >Looking at your clock, it's only a couple hours before you actually need to wake up
  8. >Struggling to get back to sleep for a couple of minutes, you give up
  9. >Heading for a shit, shower, and shave basis, it relaxes the nerves of the chills that roam around your bathroom
  10. >After a successful shower, you dry yourself and wear your signature suit and red tie
  11. >Even if it looks like you won't step outside for the next day or so, you still have a script to follow
  12. >You head downstairs to start breakfast
  13. >You grab a box of Corn Shitters in one hand as you start to boil some hot water to make coffee
  14. >Grabbing a bowl and a spoon, you set it on the table
  15. "Alright time for some-"
  16. >By tilting the rectangular object all the way, you discover the box of Corn Shitters is empty
  17. "FUCK!"
  18. >You slam the box down and ferociously stomp on it
  19. >Taking out the pointless frustration, you calm down after trampling the colorful, hollow box and make some pancakes
  20. >After making 5 pancakes, it seems to go for it
  21. >After setting them with some syrup, you sit down, ready to chow down
  22. >As the knife makes close contact
  23. >*knock, knock, knock.*
  24. "Uuugh..."
  25. >It's those 3 gentle knocks again
  26. >Looking at the clock, it seems like she's here awfully early
  27. >Weird, possibly she has a keen instinct on this
  28. >Always interrupting your fucking meal of the day
  29. >You focus back to reality by heading for the door and slamming it wide open
  30. >You spot a frowning timid p0ny that is carrying a tissue is standing outside
  31. >She is wearing nothing
  32. >No coat, no umbrella, just a thin, soaking sheet of tissue paper in her right hoof
  33. >And in a fucking storm like this?
  34. >She's kind of lost it this time
  35. >Her depressed face shifts into a small smile as she notices you
  36. >"O-oh good... yo-your h...he..eeeacho!"
  37. >Such a cute and dainty sneeze
  38. >But remember, this is a sex-crazed p0ny
  39. >She wipes her nose with the slowly fading away paper
  40. >"S-sorry... any-who, it's g..good th-that you-r here."
  41. >It appears that she is stuttering not that it's because of her, rather that it is below 60 degrees out there
  42. "Alright then, get on with whatever todays prediction."
  43. >She tries to keep her smile and speak as she shivers
  44. >"A-are s-sick m-m-mares your f..fet-tish?"
  45. >You express a facial expression of shock and can only be pronounced in the phrase "is this bitch serious?"
  46. "Flutters, that's definitely not my fetish."
  47. >The graceful smile from the bright yellow Pegasus fades into a dispirited frown
  48. >"O..oh... I'm sorry. I...*cough*...I'll t-try to go home n-now."
  49. >She wobbles as she attempts to walk away, but collapses
  50. >Normally, you wouldn't mind, but seeing her like this, out in the downpour
  51. "Aww, fuck me..."
  52. >You grab your coat and run outside
  53. >Grabbing the bisque colored mare with both your arms, you walk back inside your home
  54. >Thinking to yourself, that you maybe a complete asshole who's fed up with this shit
  55. >But that doesn't mean that you're heartless
  56. >The mare slowly opens her highlighted blue eyes and looks at you
  57. >She gives off a weak smile
  58. >"I knew you loved me..."
  59. >You think to yourself that maybe its not too late to throw her back outside
  60. >But you keep a strong face and straight mind
  61. "I don't, I did this just because you are actually important."
  62. >The smile shrinks on her face, but still exists
  63. >You head upstairs and enter your bedroom
  64. >You tenderly set her on your bed and wrap her around her with a pair of blankets
  65. >She wiggles her arm out and sets her tissue on the bed stand
  66. >Temptations rise in you to throw it out
  67. >But you shrug it off and start to exit the room
  68. >”Anon?”
  69. >You turn around and see two dilated eyes in a wave of thick woven sheets
  70. >”C-can you give me something warm?”
  71. >You let out a small sigh, and ponder the request
  72. “Sure… is coffee alright?”
  73. >She calmly nods her head with a bigger smile
  74. >”And, can you add some honey in it?”
  75. >Exhaling a small chuckle, you give off a light grin
  76. “I’ll get to it.”
  77. >The sound of fluttering wings is heard in the sheets
  78. >You walk back downstairs and head for the kitchen
  79. >The coffee that you made is still next to the golden brown tower
  80. >You grab your coffee and examine it
  81. >It’s now warm enough to drink out of
  82. >You take a small sip from it and look at the coffee pot
  83. >Seems like there’s enough for another cup
  84. >Heading for the counter, you scatter around the cabinets for another cup
  85. >Such luck!
  86. >You walk over to a drawer filled with assorted spices
  87. >Grabbing a bottle of honey in an oddly misshapen bear, you squeeze some of it into the cup
  88. >Finishing it off, the blackened water is now poured into the cup along with a quick stir
  89. >Seems like it's good enough
  90. >With the utmost caution, you slowly walk out of the kitchen and head upstairs
  91. >Almost having to slip a few times, you manage to keep a strong, stable balance and continue
  92. >Next time, wipe your shoes off, dipshit
  93. >You now enter your bedroom and see the shaded yellow mare still cloaked in your blankets
  94. >"O-oh, thank you."
  95. 'How adorable- rapist... she's a rapist'
  96. >You set the coffee right next to the drenched tissue on the night stand and sit beside her on the bed
  97. >The weak p0ny slowly gets up, and reaches for the cup, only to be a few centimeters away
  98. >You struggle on containing a chuckle and hand her the cup
  99. >She gives off a small giggle and a little tint in her cheeks
  100. >"Thank you, again."
  101. 'Rapist. Say it with me... RAPIST.'
  102. >She talks a sip and gets a little jolt
  103. >”Oh, my. That is quite hot.”
  104. >The in-question quiet mare sips slowly out of the mug for a few moments and stops
  105. >”Hmm… this needs a little more…”
  106. >She slowly turns to you & gives off a malevolent smile
  107. >"Sugar.”
  108. >And, there it is
  109. >Hold the fuck on, maybe she's just asking for some cane sugar
  110. "I'll head downstairs and get a bag-"
  111. >"No, no,"
  112. >She slowly puts the cup away and rises from the thick layers of blankets
  113. >"I like my *cough* sugar a little more... natural."
  114. >As you attempt to slowly walk backwards, she does the same, heading towards you
  115. "Uhh... I'll uhh... I just need to..."
  116. >You immediately turn around and as you do, you hear wings extend
  117. "Go out and buy a box of..."
  118. >Bolting to the door, the violent flapping of wings is heard
  119. "GET-THE-FUCK-OUT-OF-HERE!"
  120. >Heading for the stairs, you attempt to run down
  121. >Only to slip and fall on them
  122. >The rough ride comes to an end as your face meets the hard wood floor
  123. >Everything goes dark
  124. >You slowly wake up, and see a mare on your exposed lap
  125. >Both of you lay on your bed
  126. >She seems to be happy
  127. >Too happy
  128. >Looking over, you see her mug
  129. >Yet her tissue seems dry
  130. >Seeing the clock on the opposing side of the bed, its only slightly over an hour
  131. >You slowly push her off, and pull your boxers up, only to awaken the nutcase
  132. >"You're awake, thank you for your sugar, sweetie."
  133. >She uses her hoof to comb over your sensitive boys
  134. >You push LoonyButter off and walk out
  135. >Heading for the kitchen and eating a cold stack of pancakes, you pick up the coffee and drink
  136. >Weirdest part is, it's colder than what you expected
  137. >It's even colder than the pancakes
  138. >You continue eating and the crackpot stalker heads downstairs and sits right beside you
  139. >She appears to own a wide grin as you keep on drinking from the iced coffee
  140. "What are you looking so smug about?"
  141. >She stairs at the cup for a while
  142. >You look inside and see a thick layer of mucus in there
  143. >You violently puke in the cup and run to the sink to finish it off
  144. >She flies over you and whispers in your ear
  145. >"Now that you're sick, I'll take care of you."
  146. >You rapidly turn around to spot her in a nurse outfit
  147. >"You'll be fine, Nurse FlutterShy will always take care of you."
  148. >For the next 2 drizzly days, you lay in your bed, sick as a dog
  149. >The imposed nurse checks, blows, and fucks you on a daily basis
  150. >All you can do is lay there and
  151. >Fuck FlutterShy
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