Flutterrape: Bedtime Story

>Fluttershy was cradled within your arms.
>She snuggled into them and stared up at you—doe-eyed. “Do I… Um, have to go to bed so soon?”
>You rolled your eyes.
“Well,” you said, tucking her into bed. “Like they say on Earth: Early to bed, early to catch the worm… Or is it the bagel?”
>Wait, what?
>You rapidly shook your head.
“Why’re you complaining?” you snapped. “This is my house; my bed. Hell, you just barged in fifteen minutes ago. I’m only doing this so you can leave sooner.”
>“Is… is this your fetish?” she asked weakly, hiding behind the covers.
“No,” you growled. “So get out.”
>Fluttershy squeaked. “But I want to stay here, if it wouldn't be too much of a bother.”
“No.”
>She gave you her patented puppy-dog eyes, her teal pools shimmering.
“No!”
>Her eyes seemed to widen, as if to draw you into her soft, captivating gaze.
“Ugh,” you groaned. “Just this once.”
>Fluttershy smiled contentedly, and maybe a bit smugly too.
>“If you wouldn’t mind,” she said, tilting her head. “Could you maybe tell me a bedtime story?”
“Alright,” you agreed, nodding. “So once upon a time, there was this human trying to live his life in peace when suddenly an annoying pegas-"
>The pegasus in question tugged your shirt with a wing. “That sounds like a sad story…”
>It was your life!
“What story do you want me to tell then?” You leveled a glare at her for having cut you off.
>Fluttershy put a hoof to her mouth, humming to herself.
>“How about the time I found you~,” she purred, before sinking farther into the sheets. “and you rescued Angel…”
>But she was there!
>Ah, screw it.
“Okay, okay,” you sighed and began your tale.
****

>You found yourself in a dark, hazy, and miasmic place.
>It wasn’t your closet.
>You were in a forest, or something.
>From what you could gather anyway.
>The air was thick with some type of energy—a raw primal feeling.
>This place…
>It was untouched; untouched by man or machine.
>You’ve arrived where no man has gone before.
>A place holding sights thought lost to time.
>An ancient place that crushed lesser beings under the weight of its years.
>However, none of this was on your mind.
>You couldn’t give two shits about that.
>Moments earlier you were about to bite into a baconator.
>Now you were stranded in this stupid, mystical mysterious forest.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!”


****
>“Watch your language,” Fluttershy scolded.
You gave her an incredulous look. “But that’s what I really said.”
>A small gasp escaped her lips. “Goodness! Maybe you could skip the swearing?”
“I swore for fifteen minutes,” you added.
>Fluttershy shrunk into the bed and pouted.
>Her pink locks swayed, covering her face to such an extent that you could just barely make out her big, sad eyes.
>“Please?”
****


>…
>Fifteen minutes later…
>You were trekking through this, uh, “fricking” forest.
>By that, you meant wandering aimlessly.
>Spotting anything in this place was a pain with all the fog and foliage.
>There weren’t even any tracks you could make out, but what did you know?
>The only thing you learned from all those survival shows was that urine made an excellent emergency water supply.
>Hopefully civilization was sorta nearby, like, walking distance nearby.
>As in, actually nearby.
>Because you were not gonna make it otherwise.
>You clutched your stomach; this thing had been bugging you since you got here.
>It let out yet another starved gurgle.
>The tenth one in five minutes.
>You really wished that burger came with you.
>One with bacon of course; you could go for some bacon…
>Your stomach growled yet again.
>Man, was it always this loud?
>It was probably just the eerie quiet of this place.
>Thinking about it now, that was kinda weird.
>Even spooky forests had noisy critters—critters that you could catch and eat.
>Mmmm.
>Maybe there were some big enough to make a nice juicy steak.
>Your belly rumbled once more.
>Or how about ribs?


****
>“Oh—oh my. Isn’t fish enough?”
“Shush!”
****


>Yeah, ribs with some excellent barbecue sauce.
>There was another growling noise.
>Well, this was sort of your fault.
>You’ve been provoking your stomach.
>Only...
>That definitely... wasn’t... from... your stomach!
>You snapped around and had to hold in a scream.
>Yours pupils shrunk, as they tried to understand just what they were seeing.
>It was a manticore, but you didn’t know that at the time.
“What the hell is that?” you asked shakily, as if someone were around to confirm you weren’t just seeing things.
>Also, of course this would happen.
>Of fu-fricking course.
“This is like the start of a bad fan fiction!” you shouted to no one.
>Who were you even talking to?
>Adrenaline was one hell of a drug.
>The mighty lion-bat-scorpion abomination gave chase.
>You sprinted through the dark brush like a headless chicken, even more aimless than before.
>Not that you cared though.
>It just had to be anywhere away from that *thing*!
>The manticore was damn persistent; the beast could probably chase you forever.
>Come to think of it, you weren't sure how it hadn’t caught you immediately; guess adrenaline really *was* one hell of a drug.
>Your lungs burned, your legs ached, and you were running on fumes, but eventually you stumbled upon a large and murky body of water.
>Perfect!
>You recklessly dived in with a loud splash.
>Swampy and soupy broth all but slithered up your nose and crept into your mouth.
>Yuck!
>With a sputtery hack and a cough, you turned your drenched head to watch your pursuer come to a stop.
>It eyed you ravenously as it licked it chops.
>The manticore dipped its paw into the water, recoiling away like a startled house cat.
>How convenient, the overgrown kitty was afraid of water.
>The monster growled, and maybe you were just seeing things, but it looked like it stuck out its tongue?
>Then it took flight, off to do whatever it was horrifying catbats did in between being horrifying.
>Unfortunately, you couldn’t celebrate.
>After all, how did one do a celebration dance when they’re drifting off?
>It was a river!
>You swam against the current with all your might, but to no avail.
>That chase had left you exhausted, but you suspected the currents would have ruthlessly battered you even at your best.
>The dark waters dragged you along its snaking path—it was a struggle just to stay afloat.
>You surfaced after being pulled under a third time, sharply gasping for breath; that’s when you heard a deep rumbling coming from up ahead.
>Oh shi-shoot.
>You’ve watched enough movies to know where this was going.
>That sounded like a waterfall.
>And judging from how loud it was, this was a BIG one.
“AAAAAAAAGH!” you screamed as you found yourself practically flung over the edge.
>You were right!
>There was no time to plan or react; you had been swept off before you even realized what was happening.
>Your body tumbled down the torrent of roaring water like a ragdoll.
>Plummeting, and plummeting, until the sharp rocks below broke your fall.
>And by that, you mean you were impaled.
>Which meant you died.


****
>Unfazed, Fluttershy merely blinked, looking at you with those expectant eyes.
>You groaned and cleared your throat.
****

>You fell for *hours*!
>Well, it felt like hours anyway.
>It seemed like you were going to die right then and there.
>Luckily, a rickety, makeshift raft was floating down below, how convenient.
>You slammed right onto your supposed savior with a sickening crunch.
>Your spine snapped into two and you writhed, silently screaming in utter agony.
>Blood oozed out from the fractures.
>The taste of iron assaulted your tongue as it poured from your mouth.
>As your breath failed you, you wondered…
>What the hell just happened?
>And whose fucking raft was this?
>You died.
>The end.


****
>Fluttershy giggled. “You didn’t die silly.”
“How’d you know?” you asked dryly.
>“Now just why are you doing this, mister?” Fluttershy stopped smiling.
“Because…”
>Hmmm.
“Feels?” You shrugged.
>“Um, what is ‘feels’ supposed to mean?”
****


>Let’s just pick up where you left off.
>It seemed like you were going to die right then and there.
>But luckily a rickety makeshift raft was floating down below.
>You landed onto it safely, somehow.
>Wasn’t it the stop that killed you, not the fall?
>Eh, different world; different rules.
>You were gasping and heaving for air, righting yourself as you dusted off some splinters.
>All of this sudden shit was not boding well for your heart.
>You weren’t sure if it was a good or bad thing that no one else was on this raft.
>Knowing your luck, there would’ve just been another catbat sleeping on it.
>It had to belong to someone though, and that someone probably didn’t want you taking it for a joyride.
>Well, you weren’t going to worry about that now.
>You stayed silent for the remainder of this unplanned river ride.
>There were no thoughts passing through you head either; even it must have felt too tired to do anything but stay conscious.
>Perhaps it didn’t fully understand what it had been seeing, or it didn’t want to.
>You weren’t sure how much time had passed as you stared out ahead—a few minutes, an hour, several hours.
>Slowly, the sights around you began to shift.
>The gnarly growth seemingly untangled itself; every twisted tree you passed was smoother than the last until they gave way to soft rays of light.
>They broke through the dim fog, filtering through the branches to warm your face.
>The muddy broth of the river faded away with the rough currents, lifting like a curtain to unveil the pebbles at the bottom of the crystalline water.
>No longer did you feel that oppressive and ominous air.
>It was as if that foreboding weight was lifted right off your back.
>And with it gone, the fog in your head also dispersed.
>You knew what to do.
>You jumped into the river.
>And so, you drowned yourself; this would become your watery grave.


****
>“Hmph, not funny.”
>Yeah it was.
****


>You didn’t actually know what to do.
>But you knew well enough to jump off the raft the second it got close enough to land.
>Surely, no scorpion lions lived in this peaceful looking area.
>That didn’t mean there weren’t carnivorous sheep or something here though.
>With that pleasant thought, you warily walked through the flowery pasture.
>Despite resembling some postcards, this place felt very alien; a different kind of alien from that strange forest.
>You were wondering where civilization could be when you felt a tap from behind.
>With a jump, you spun around, startled—and saw nothing.
>Then you looked down; there was a small yellow donkey thing.
>It had chicken wings and a long pink mane.
>Speaking of chicken wings...
>Maybe you could eat it?
>It was kind of cute; too cute to eat, really.
>Little did you know that you were about to meet the most awkward and creepy pony-
>No, creepier than everyone you’ve ever met back on Earth too.
>“Oh! Hello Mr.Monkey, are you…” it- she trailed off and squeaked.
>Well, it sounded like a girl.
>She blushed, shying away, and if you were in a better state of mind you would’ve found this irritatingly timid.
>However, you were more concerned about…
“HOLY SHIT! A TALKING HORSE!”
>“Watch your language!” The horse chastised with surprising sternness.
>She puffed up for a moment, before wilting under your gaze. “If, um, that’s okay with you?”
>Any and all tension you might’ve had disappeared in that moment.
You chuckled before asking. “Who are you?”
>Let’s just say it took *forever* for you to get this horse thing's name.
>But even as you grew exasperated with her, she seemed to like you; drawn to you.
>More like drawn to your crotch, really.
>The little weirdo kept staring at it, sneaking in glances as if you hadn’t caught her a few times already.
>Probably because she was a bird brain.
>Oh!
>And she had more pasta oozing from her than the inside of an Olive Garden.


****
>A voice interjected. “But!”
>“...But our first meeting wasn’t so bad,” Fluttershy said sadly. “We got along.”
>She twiddled her hoofsies together in contemplation. “You’re just being, um, maybe a tiny bit—biased.”
>Fluttershy smiled anxiously.
“You really did stare at my crotch,” you said.
>She blushed brightly and gave a small nod.
>Ugh, not biased enough.
****


>Okay…
>You were going to admit it.
>She was the most adorable thing you had laid eyes on.
>Afterwards, she invited you to hang out at her cottage; you bumped your head like a million times trying to enter.
>And you rubbed that soft, velvety belly.
>“Mmmmmmm,” she moaned.
>You gently dug your fingers into her yellow coat.
>It was so warm, and she exposed more of her barrel to you.
>You gave it a gentle pat; she twitches happily, kicking one of her hind legs about.
>That spurred you to give her a very intense belly rubbing.
>With a laugh, you vigorously caressed the pony.
>She panted, her big horsey tongue flopping out.
>Oh you may’ve found it cute back then, but you were only encouraging her!
>Future-Anon would curse the day you decided to pet that cute little tummy!
>“That felt so nice, thank you, Anon.” She gushed, yet kept her voice low.
“No problem, pony I will regret meeting,” you totally said it, just like that.
>A rabbit had been watching the two of you go at it; that sounded better in your head.
>It appeared to be pouting, but that was probably your eyes playing tricks on you.
“Awww,” you cooed. “Hello, rabbit I am in no way provoking.”
>You could not stress this enough, and you also said those exact words.
>Honest!
>The rabbit lunged.
>It clawed your arm with its tiny nails, but all it did was make you wince.
>Then it began to gnaw on you, hard.
>Fuck!
>What did you do?
>Was it because you still smelled like swamp water?
>Damn rabbit!
>You were going to make it into stew when you got the chance.


****
“I mean, uh, I planned to serve Angel a stew,” you hastily said. “That tasted bad.”
>You patted a concerned Fluttershy’s head.
****


>You yanked the biting bunny up by its ears.
>He gnashed his teeth at you, so you unceremoniously tossed him out the window.
>There was a long, sharp gasp from behind.
>“Anon!” Fluttershy cried. “How could you?!”
>You were justified; that rabbit was demonic.
>Before you could go back inside, and convince her that she was housing devilspawn, you caught a very unusual sight.
>It was an eagle-lion thing.
>A griffon?
>Yeah, that’s what they’re called.
>And she was hovering above the cottage, nursing her face with her talons.
>As if something smacked her right in the face-
>Oh.
>When the griffon spotted Angel angrily dusting himself off, she swooped down and snatched him up. “Later dweebs!”
>“Angel!” Fluttershy wailed, as Gilda flew off.
>Oh shit...
>You’re stunned; now there were griffons here too?!
>Cool.
>Fluttershy was beside you, panicking. “Oh my goodness, oh my goodness!”
>She whimpered.
>You didn’t really care if that bird had the little monster for dinner, but you didn’t want to see this pegasus thing sad.
“That monster was carrying your pet that way!” You pointed towards a dirt path. “I’ll help, I guess.”
>Now, you were *only* doing this because you felt a little responsible.
>You weren’t doing it because you already saw Fluttershy as a friend.


****
>The pony in question gave you a warm smile. “Oh Anon, I always knew you cared.”
“S-stupid Fluttershy…”
****


>You just owed her for her hospitality!
>Okay?!
>You followed Fluttershy as she galloped into this town full of more talking horses.
>At this point you were beginning to question reality; this was getting to be too much.
>It took some time, but by questioning a few ponies you two were able to figure out where Gilda, Fluttershy had called the bird that, was.
>It went *way* slower than it should have
>Fluttershy insisted on correcting ponies on what you were or what you were like.
>You didn’t care what they thought, but Fluttershy did.
>She made sure to tell each and every one them in an overly polite, and painfully shy, manner.
>Uuuuugh.
>As it turned out, Gilda was perched atop town hall the whole time.
>Everything seemed peaceful though; kind of pissed you off.
>Why wasn’t anyone else helping?
>You looked up at Gilda; she was holding onto Angel by the scruff of his neck.
>A flower pot whiffed over Fluttershy’s head, nearly slamming into her face.
>The griffon had a whole bunch of those lined up and ready to throw.
>Good thing her aim sucked.
“Alright,” you said.  “If those wings aren’t just for show, fly up there and get your bunny back.”
>Fluttershy whimpered in protest. “It's too scary if she’s throwing things, and… and she’s scary!”
>Seriously?
>You sighed.
>Of course you were going to have to get onto the roof the hard way.
>You approached the Town Hall entrance
>“Anon, w-wait!” Ms. Literal Yellow Belly followed after you.
>Guess she mustered her courage, or was too afraid to be alone even out here, probably that.
>There was an obvious bucket up on the door frame; it was just waiting to drop on some moron’s head.
>You opened it, sidestepping as it uselessly tumbled to the floor.
>Well, that was lame.
>A smell like fresh pine tickled your nose as the two of you stepped inside.
>Wow, nice place—especially considering that this was made by little horses.
>You were making your way through the bannered interior, towards the stairs, when you felt something snap halfway through.
>Was that a fishing line?
>Or maybe a trip wire?
>Either way, that couldn't be good.
>Fluttershy took off, wrapping her forelegs tightly around your neck, as you sprinted away from the epicenter.
>Three sharp knives catapulted themselves into the wall behind you.
>“Eep!”
>Jesus Christ!
>Was she trying to kill you over this crap?
>Still, you blamed Fluttershy for this, giving Gilda so much time to prepare while she explained that you were a “human, not a monster” to everyone and their mom.
>Come to think of it, where was everyone?
>Who lets someone set up all these annoying traps?
>Was everyone out to lunch?
>Was this a furlough day?
>Who knew.
>You jogged up the stairs only to nearly run into a bunch of rolling barrels.
>Where did she get all this stuff?!
>Fluttershy cowered before she realized she could just fly over them.
>But you, on the other hand, had to jump over every single one.
>Until you found a ladder, that is.
>How does a horse climb a ladder?
>Before you knew it, you clambered onto the top balcony.
>Awesome, you made it past every trap!
>Gilda was up on the roof, but not out of reach.
>You grinned triumphantly and pointed at the griffon.
>Then you exploded.
>Your insides spontaneously combusted, as you burst open.
>Fiery chunks of you flew in every direction.
>It was like a human fireworks show.
>The smoke cleared.
>An unrecognizable splatter of flesh, charred bones, and blood that was once you now decorated the area.
>“Goodness, are you alright?”
>Exploded too young it seemed.
>You died.


****
>Fluttershy glared at you; she actually looked upset now.
“Okay, fine.”
****


>Before you knew it, you clambered onto the top balcony.
>Awesome, you made it past every trap!
>Gilda was up on the roof, but not out of reach.
>You grinned triumphantly and pointed at the griffon.
“Alright!” You shouted.  “Give us that bunny!”
>“Why should I listen to a freak like you?” Gilda scoffed. “This is between me and that dweeby pegasus!”
“What did she ever do to you?” You asked.
>“All these lame-os are to blame for draggin’ down my pal Dash!”
>She pointed a talon at Fluttershy. “Especially her, and Pinkie.”
>You were hearing names, but they didn’t mean anything to you.
“I don’t follow,” you said. “I’m sort of new here”
>“Lemme cut to the chase then,” Gilda spat. “If Yellow-dweeb here stays away from Dash… I won’t make a meal out of her precious little pet.”
>Fluttershy gasped, tears welled up in her eyes.
>You’ve had enough; time to take a stand.
>You fixed Gilda with an intense glare.
>She leered back.
“Now, Angel!”
>He wrestled free from her grasp, tearing into Gilda's throat.
>As she flailed around in shock, you raised your fist to the sky.
“BY THE POWER OF GREYSKULL,” you recited, a sword appearing in your hand. “I HAVE THE POWERRRR!”
>You flung your weapon.
>It twirled in the air, and found its way into the griffon’s skull.
>With a snarl, Angel finally ripped out Gilda’s jugular with his vicious rabbit teeth.
>There was blood everywhere.
>Gilda collapsed into a red puddle, twitching until she was no more.
>Then, everyone lived happily ever after.
>Story over.


****
>“That’s it, mister!”
>Fluttershy leapt out of your bed, and started hovering around you.
>With pinned ears, she nudged you towards it.
“Are you serious?” You asked.
>She gave no reply, but it seemed like she wasn’t going to relent.
>You sighed, as she prodded you into the bed, tenderly tucking you in.
>Fluttershy pecked your cheek. “That was all a big, fat lie.”
>You opened your mouth to say something, but she shushed you with a hoof.
>“And stop hurting yourself,” she continued. “Please...”
“Just a story,” you grumbled. “Besides, I got just about everything else on point.”
>She shook her head. “Everything after mister bucket was just-just...”
>Okay, you may’ve spiffed up a few things here and there; like all the traps.
“It would’ve been pretty boring without some improvements,” you said.
>Fluttershy giggled, dropping her frown. “I’m going to finish the story, if that’s okay with you.”
“*Fine*, go ahead.” You dismissively waved your hand at her.
>She smiled, and that’s when you saw something in her eye.
>Somehow, you were going to regret this…
>Also, was it just you, or was there a wet spot here?
****


>Back to where we left off.
>You’ve had enough of that meanie; time to take a stand!
>You fixed Gilda with a handsome glare.
>She leered back.
“That’s a big load of sugar honey ice tea!” You yelled.
>You heroically stepped in front of your future best friend, and soul mate, guarding her from the big jerk.
“Put the bunny back in the b-erm just give the bunny back,” you said reasonably while looking very cute.
>The sweet pony, Fluttershy, nodded in agreement
>She most *definitely* wasn’t staring at your tushie.
>Gilda raised a menacing talon at Angel.
You shook your head at her, your beautiful hair blowing in the wind as you defiantly moved in. “Fudge off, bird brain!”
>So cool!
>“Oh, what are you gonna do about it?” Gilda growled. “This place is full of wimps!”
“Yeah?” You scoffed and crossed your arms. “I’m not from here. See, I come from another place, a very different place—one that doesn’t take too kindly to meanie heads like you.”


****
“Shitheads, Fluttershy, shitheads.”
>Fluttershy shushed you.
****


“Sure, these ponies are all about sunshine and rainbows or something, but not me, not *us*,” you said, chuckling. “You think hurting a bunny is gonna stop me?”
>You drew closer.
“I’ve got nothing to lose.”
>Gilda shifted nervously.
“If I can’t save it,” you said with narrowed eyes. “I sure as *heck* am going to avenge it.”


****
>You cringed.
“God damn,” you groaned. “Did I really say that shit?”
>“Language!”
>This was all her own embellishments, right?
****


>“You don’t l-look so tough!” Gilda growled, trying to stand her ground. “You’re just some mangy monkey!”
>You smirked darkly, how handsome.
“Oh, you have no idea,” you said. “Let me tell you something about a world called Earth.”
>You turned to Fluttershy, motioning for her to cover her ears.
>“W-why?”
>There was no time to answer, so you repeated the motion more urgently.
>Though she didn’t quite understand why, not at the time, Fluttershy trusted the sweet and nice human.
>So she nodded and covered her flattened ears.
>Then, you said *something*.
>At first, nothing happened; everpony stood still and silent.
>Then, that *something* that made Gilda’s eyes widen with fright.
>She recoiled at the words, spreading her wings.
>Feathers flew everywhere as the griffon anxiously flapped about.
>The roof now looked like somepony had gutted a downy pillow over it.
>She dropped Angel, before squawking and shrieking back into the sky.
>Whatever it was, it must’ve not been pleasant.
>But Fluttershy knew you wouldn’t actually do something super mean or scary.
>Your best friend flew over to Angel bunny.
>She cradled him in her forehooves; he was safe now.
>Fluttershy loved you very much at that moment.
>She fluttered up to your face, staring into your pretty eyes.
>And you stared back into hers—how dreamy.
“Fluttershy, I…,” you began, red faced.
>Fluttershy’s face was burning too. “Anon…”
>Your lips crashed together, teasing and caressing.
>Fluttershy’s lips were a lot more flexible than yours; they moistly suckled and greedily captured every inch of your own.
>Her silky mane parted as your ran your fingers through them, before you wrapped your strong arms around her.
>Your tongue delved into her mouth, running along the inside of her cheek.
>Her own larger tongue explored your teeth, especially those cute little canines of yours.
>Growing bolder, Fluttershy pressed her tongue more firmly into you, as if trying to intertwine your lickers.
>You let out passionate moans as she put all her love into it; you almost forgot to breathe!
>Then she teasingly pulled away with a wet *pop!*,  saliva trailing from your passionate lips.
>But you were hungry for more.
>Your pegasus lover squealed in delight as you plunged back into her mouth.
>You swapped spit for a few more minutes, before she asked. “Is being loved your fetish?”
“Yes.”


****
“Okay, I’ve had enough.”
>Fluttershy stopped rambling; she was basically just detailing her fantasies at this point. “What’s wrong?”
>Her face grew redder and redder as all the momentum of her “story”telling fizzled out.
>She had said more than planned to, it seemed.
“That never happened either,” you stated flatly.
>The room was quiet for a long, akward moment, until a hungry purr broke the silence.
>“But-but, it can happen.” She raised her tail, eyes shining with lust.
“Wha-”
>With her wings at full mast, Fluttershy mashed her lips against yours.
>She kept trying, and failing, to enter your mouth—thankfully she’s an awkward kisser in reality.
>You leaned away, but her mouth followed you insistently.
“Argh!”
>Okay, show’s over; you couldn’t reason with this pony when she got like this.
>You got out of bed and scooped her up.
>“Oh Anon, how bold~.” She shut her eyes and puckered her lips, wiggling them needily.
“No,” you said. “You’re leaving now.”
>Your window was open; guess she’s going back the way she came.
>“Ee~eep!” she cried, her voice fading as you broke a new record on your flutterpunting distance.
>Fucking Fluttershy.