[FR]My Strange Addiction

My Strange Addiction
Season 2 Episode 3b(Potential) "True Glue"
CameraMare: Flash Bulb
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>[Scene 1]
>[Interior; Fluttershy's Cottage; Living Room]
>[Numerous Labeled Quart Jars lay about on shelves and tables]
I'm s-sorry about the m-mess. I don't get many visitors lately.
>It's perfectly fine, Miss Shy. I am bothering you a bit late in the day, after all.
>Now, your friend Rainbow Dash recommended you to be on My Strange Addiction, and-
>[Fluttershy shakes her head furiously]
Addiction? Oh n-no, I don't have an addiction. I'm just an e-enthusiast.
>[B Reel: Hallway; All shelving space taken by Quart Jars filled with cloudy liquids]
>There's no need to be so, well, shy, about it. Everypony has their own idiosyncrasies.
R-really?
>Of course. Why, I myself enjoy the smell of moldy apples.
>[Fluttershy looks confused]
>[Then relieved]
>See? Nothing to be embarrassed about!
>Now, how did your obsession with glue first begin?
G-glue?
Yes? From what your friend told us, you have quite the appreciation for hot glue; aren't these jars all filled with glue?
>[Zoom in on nearby Quart Jar]
Oh, n-no that's not g-glue.
>Then what is it?
>[Label Reads: March 1st, 2012. Dinner: Salad]
It's semen.
1/

>[Scene 2]
>[Interior; Fluttershy's Cottage; Kitchen]
>[Quart Jars cover the table. Fluttershy peers over a jar to look at the camera]
U-um, I've never had to talk about th-this before.
>Just start with what feels natural.
O-okay.
>[Fluttershy takes in a deep breath]
MynameisFluttershyI'm28andIloveeverythingaboutsemen.
>[Fluttershy exhales]
>Not too hard, is it?
N-not really...
>Okay, let's try again. But slower this time. And a bit more detail.
O-okay.
>[Fluttershy grabs the jar obscuring her face and cradles it]
>[Label Reads: April 1st. Dinner: Steak]
M-my name is Fluttershy. I'm 28 years old, and I love semen. The smell of it, the texture...everything.
>[She opens the jar, taking a deep sniff]
>[A content smile appears on her face]
>[Flash Bulb retches slightly from the smell]
>So-URP-what exactly do you do with all this, uh, spunk?
>[Fluttershy looks defensive]
>Surely you don't EAT all of it, do you?
>[A tan hoof sweeps in front of the camera]
>I mean, there's just so much of it.
O-oh heaven's no! I couldn't possibly eat all of it.
>Whew...
>[Fluttershy gets down from the table]
>[She makes a motion with her wing]
I have lots of other uses for it t-too!
2/

>[Scene 3]
>[Interior; Fluttershy's Cottage; Master Bedroom]
>[The wallpaper is decorated by images of browned fruit]
>Huh.
>[Fluttershy turns to face the camera]
W-what is it?
>Nothing. I guess I just expected something...I don't know. Worse.
Oh. W-well, this is one of the other things I do with the semen I collect.
>[Fluttershy licks a browned pineapple-decorated section of wallpaper, then grimaces]
>Miss Shy?
O-oh dear, this tastes like strawberries. I thought I used the wrong jar.
>[She walks to the closet and opens the door. A large stack of Semen Jars sit inside]
>The wro-no.
Ah, h-here it is.
>[She takes a jar from the closet and, using a brush, paints over the pineapple section she previously licked]
Now I just need to let it dry.
>[A browned piece of wallpaper flakes off the wall]
>I..I think I need to leave.
>[The camera tracks backwards from Fluttershy]
S-sweetie look out! That's a hol-
>WOOOAAAH!
>[The camera tilts up, and both it and Flash Bulb fall backwards]
O-oh my.
>Ow.
>[The sunset through the hole reveals another large cache of semen jars]
>How many jars do you have?
>[Fluttershy's silhouette raises a hoof to her chin]
>A-a little under a thousand, give or take.
>How? Where do you find the time to fuck that many stallions?!
>[Fluttershy giggles]
O-oh no, I'm a one-stallion mare.
>Wha?
Come on, I'll show you!
3/

>[Scene 4]
>[Interior; Anonymous's House; Master Bedroom]
>[The Camera is recording in Night Vision Mode]
>[Flash Bulbs speaks in hushed whipers]
>You got all that semen from...from him?
>[The camera focuses on a sleeping Anonymous, then returns to Fluttershy]
>Just him?
Y-yes.
>Bullshit. Bull. Shit. I'm leaving.
>[Fluttershy reaches a hoof past the camera]
I-I'll prove it to you!
>[She produces a Quart Jar from under her wing, and quietly slinks under the covers]
>Fluttershy! Enough!
>[The camera moves to focus on the bed]
>[A gentle bobbing starts near Anonymous's crotch]
>"O-oh~~ Applejack"
>[The bobbing speeds up]
>Fluttershy! Cut it out!
>"Ooh~~oh~h-HAH!AAAAH~~h-whu?"
>[Anonymous throws his blankets to the side]
>[Fluttershy is sitting in front of his crotch, a full jar in her hooves]
I-I usually put a tranquilizer in your dinners to paralyze you. But I f-forgot this time.
>[Fluttershy darts for the window, rebounding against the glass]
>[The jar's contents empty on her as she falls unconscious]
>"Fucking Fluttershy."
>[Anonymous stares at the camera]
>"I-is that a recording light? Are there two of you?!"
>[The camera shakes as Flash Bulb scrambles to stand up]
>"GET BACK HERE!"
>[The Hallway, Stairs, and Living Room blur past]
>[Flash Bulb dives out the window she and Fluttershy used to get inside]
>"FUCKING MYSTERY HORSE!"

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