The Clop Werk Files: How to Cuck a Motherfucker

So this happened on the FSR Skype chat:

[7:06:55 AM] Nebulus: http://i.4cdn.org/mlp/1468151714985.jpg
>every single greentext story
[7:07:50 AM] Aviator Anon: I want to please Mewtwo
[7:07:54 AM] Aviator Anon: It hurts so much.
[7:09:20 AM] Noogai13: ;-;
[10:26:31 AM] Jchallo: http://i.4cdn.org/mlp/1468151714985.jpg
>every single greentext story
God damnit, guilty.
[10:27:27 AM] Jchallo: http://i.4cdn.org/mlp/1468125502438.png
Would you a teenage Flurry Heart?

I would. But damn it, I don't need this right now. I've got other things to write, it's not fair.
[10:32:01 AM] Noogai13: Write it
[10:32:02 AM] Noogai13: please
[10:32:04 AM] Noogai13: we need it
[10:32:22 AM] Jchallo: I don't want to but god...
[10:32:29 AM] Noogai13: you NEED to
[10:32:50 AM] Jchallo: Oh lord.
[10:33:25 AM] Aviator Anon: I'm still trying to convince a writefag to make a Fluttercuck fic for me
[10:33:34 AM] Aviator Anon: In which anon cucks flutterdad
[10:35:53 AM] Jchallo: GOD DAMN IT
[10:35:58 AM] Jchallo: OH GODDAMNIT

I put all the blame on them.
Here's a story about how Anon fuck Fluttershy's Mom
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>"So, um..."
"God damn it Fluttershy, spit it out."
>You take another bite out of your breakfast burrito.
>"My parents are visiting."
>You gulp down your food, then fix your eyes on the yellow pegasus across from you.
"Unless this has anything to do with me, I'm forced to ask 'why are you wasting my time?'"
>You take a long, smug ass sip from your coffee mug.
>"Will you be my special somep0ny for the weekend?"
>You manage to swallow your coffee, but not without coughing a little since some of it went down the wrong pipe.
>Through watering eyes, you put your mug down and maintain eye contact with Fluttershy.
>You've come to know Fluttershy for a long time, and in that time, she knows not to waste your time with nonsense.
>Except the fetish bullshit, she swears up and down it's essential to please you.
>With a sigh to calm yourself, you gesture your palms up to let her know you're willing to hear her out.
"Why?"
>She rolls her eyes, groaning while she shakes her head.
>Swinging some of her mane out of her face, she huffs.
>You bring your head back, as you've registered her reaction as - at the very least- peeved.
>"My parents has been bugging me about finding somep0ny all my adult life."
>You put a hand up to stop her from going any further.
"Let me guess, you want them off your back for a while?"
>She nods with enthusiasm. "Please?"
>Maybe it's the coffee or the bacon in the breakfast burrito, but you're in a good mood, good enough to do Fluttershy a solid for once.
>You also know where she's coming from. You can show some mercy.
"Know what? I'll do it."
>Before you could reach your cup of coffee for another sip, your chair tilted back and collided with the floor as Fluttershy embraces you with a bear hug.
>Sloopy smooches were landing all over your cheeks and you almost went deaf from her squeeing in your ear.
>"OH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!"
"Alright already, cut it out god damn it!"
>She pulls away and looks you in the eye, laughing nervously.
>"Heh heh, sorry."
>She gives you some space then you get back on your feet and set up your chair again.
>You both reclaim your seat, and you take note of Fluttershy's rosy cheeks.
"We're going to have to set some boundaries."
>"I don't have any, use me however you l-like."
>You close your eyes, and rub your forehead, letting out a sigh.
"Fluttershy," you say through your teeth. "I'm trying to do you a favor here. I would advise you don't milk it."
>"Anon, I wouldn't mind if you let me milk-"
"Stop trying to be lewd, you're terrible at it."
>"O-okay..."
"Now, when do you need me at your place?"
>"Umm, actually, could you join us for dinner Friday night?"
>You take a deep breath before you answer.
"You're pushing it, but alright."

-- Friday Evening--

"Fluttershy, this is getting crazy, why does every mare need to keep fixing the tie?"
>You look at the reflection in Fluttershy's bedroom mirror.
>The sharp suit that Rarity tailored made for you is a killer when you requested something that'll make a good first impression for interviews.
>Rarity wasn't having it, claiming you were too small-minded, decided to make something that'll be a force to reckon with.
>She loved to see you thrived, so she put every ounce of passion into making it, for your sake.
>You smirk, recalling what she called it.
>So confident in what she made, she affectionately named it " The Panty Dropper", and Rarity isn't one for being blatantly lewd.
>She did warn you that wearing it will turn you into a completely different person.
>"Darling watch out, you'll be utterly ruthless," she told you.
>You'd guess that Fluttershy wanted her parents off her back for good, so bringing out this bad boy was her best bet.
>You turn your torso away from her and make a step away from her, only to have her flutter in front of you.
"Fluts, you're overdoing this."
>"Wait!"
"I look perfectly fine."
>"Sweetie, any day I would agree with you. But I need you to be on top of g-game."
"Fluttershy," you say, taking a couple of steps back, "look at me, I look like a million bits here."
>She chews the inside of her cheek while checking you out, and soon enough she was already blushing.
>"T-true."
"So, what's the game plan? Why do you need me in a suit? We going out to eat?"
>"I wanted to appear that we're going on a date and they'll join."
"Mmm, keeping them on the move and switching up the frame, well played."
>A slight smirk on her face.
>"Shhh."
>A knock at the door causes Fluttershy's eyes to light up.
>"Ready?"
>You adjust your tie and have a smirk of your own.
"Let's do this."


>"O-okay, here we go."
>You patiently stay seated on the couch as Fluttershy opens the door.
>You hear a round of cheers as Fluttershy gets a group hug with her parents.
>"Hello Fluttershy it's been too long!" A feminine voice shouts.
>"We've been looking forward to having a visit with you."
>After they break up the group hug, Fluttershy gestures toward you.
>"Mom, Dad, meet my special somep0ny, Anonymous."
>Both of them having shock on their faces.
>"We've heard so much about you. But we had no idea Fluttershy was with-"
"You're making me feel like a celebrity, but I'm just a guy dating your daughter."
>It's times like these that you forget you're an anomaly in this world.
>You stand up and walk over, greeting the father first.
>Extending a hand to the light green pegasus, you smile.
"How do you do, Mr.Shy. A pleasure."
>"Hello young sir," he replies, soft spoken.
>A gentle handshake and a harmless smile from him makes it clear where Fluttershy got her meek demeanor from.
>Turning to Fluttershy's mom, you were almost thrown off by her look.
>Her moderate cerise eyes and teal square-framed glasses were what first captured your attention.
>If you didn't know any better, you'd guess she's Fluttershy's sister from her fairly young looks.
>Her pale yellow fur, reminded you much of Fluttershy, and her smile was charming.
>But her swirled raspberry hair, yellow pearled necklace gave off a motherly, reserved presence that commanded respect.
>MILF target acquired.
>You turn to Fluttershy, a slight grin on your face then back to her mother, laughing to yourself.
>"W-what?" Mrs.Shy says, her voice music to your ears.
"Nope, I don't buy it," you turn to Fluttershy. "I mean it's interesting that your sister is a model like you were, but if you expect me to believe she's your mom... C'mon now."
>Fluttershy laughs the comment off while playfully nudging your shoulder.
>"Oh goodness, you're too kind," she extends a hoof for a hoof shake, half turning her face away to tame her blushing.
>After a slight shake, you plant your lips on her hoof for a kiss.
>You pick up on the intense giggling she's having to herself.
>"Fluttershy, I didn't expect your special somep0ny to be so forward and charming."
>"He's certainly a great fit for you, Fluttershy," the father comments.
"Oh yeah, warning you now, I'm not one for filtering myself."
>"He takes such good care of me," Fluttershy adds, kissing your cheek.
>You notice the luggage they brought with them.
"Now, let me help you with the luggage, I know you two had a bit of a trip."
>"Oh yes, that would be lovely."
>Fluttershy gestures them to come in while you step forward and grab the three luggage bags.
>"You two are dressed fancy, heading somewhere?" Mr.shy asks, trotting in with his wife.
>"We were actually about to head out for dinner. We'd love it if you could join us."
>With all their luggage in your grasp, you step into the living room as they wait around.
>"That sounds nice actually,"Mrs.Shy asks. "It'll give us a chance to get well acquainted with Anonymous."
"Please, call me Anon. Since we're about to head out to head out, I'll just set these down here for now."
>Everyone nods in agreement.
>"Oh, actually, I do need to freshen up," Mrs. Shy informs. "Where's the closest bathroom?"
"I can show you while Mr.shy and his charming daughter catch up."
>"Sounds good!"


>"I am loving this little cottage Fluttershy is staying in," Mrs.Shy says through the bathroom door.
>You lean your back against the frame, arms crossed while you observe Fluttershy's bedroom, half a mind to rut Mrs.Shy when she gets out.
"It's cozy, isn't it? Not to mention peaceful in this area."
>"It is. I look forward to spending the weekend with you and Fluttershy."
"Well, I do have some work to do this weekend, but you betcha sweet flank I'll stop by."
>Mrs.Shy steps out of the bathroom, letting out a calming sigh, stopping right next to you.
>"I hope you don't mind me asking, but do I look okay?"
>You close your eyes, a grin on your face.
"Sounds like something you should be asking your husband."
>"Oh it's a harmless question, besides you're right here."
>You chuckle to yourself, looking at her.
"I can't blame you for being efficient. Here, twirl around for me. I need to get a good look."
>Another stifled giggle comes from her before comply with your request.
>As she twirls, you assess the MILF situation. Picking up that she still looks quite young.
>Her body frame is much like Fluttershy's if only a little thicker by a small margin.
"Such natural talent, you look great."
>She tilts her head slightly, a curious smile on her face.
>"Thank you, but what do you mean 'natural talent'?"
>You stop leaning on the frame and walk towards the bedroom door to exit.
"I couldn't help but notice you didn't correct me about being a model."
>The giggles coming from her are turning outright girlish now.
>"I can see why Fluttershy likes you so much."
"So, were you?"
>She leans over, "Can you keep a secret?"
>There was a beat of silence while you two shared a look, you catch onto her implied answer to your 'yes or no' question.
>Chuckling in your throat, the both of you have a mutual nod in agreement.
"Consider it kept."

>Mrs. Shy follows you down the stairs, half turning your head to her you continue the conversation.
"I'm almost jealous that Fluttershy lives here, I have such noisy neighbors."
>"Oh, we have some stories of some of the worst neighbors we've had."
"Look forward to hearing it over dinner."
>You made to the last step and make a nod to the door as Fluttershy and her father chat on the couch.
>Lifting up your wrist with a watch attached, you shift your attention to the time you have.
>Mrs.Shy trots past you, heading for the door.
"Fluttershy, we don't want to be late, dear."
>It amazes you that you were able to keep a straight face.
>"You're right honey, I'm ready."
>They step down from the couch and start trotting to the door.
>"I hope I'm not under-dressed for this," Mr.Shy says.
>"You look fine, Dad."
>As they walk out in front, Fluttershy hovers next to you and places a hoof on your shoulder.
>"You're doing a great job, thank you so much," she whispers. "I owe you big time."
>You do feel bad for Fluttershy's father, because the moment you bang the mother, you'll consider it even.
"I'll hold you to that," you whisper back.
>You close the door behind you and Fluttershy locks it, then you all begin your trek to the place you Fluttershy had in mind.


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>You'd never guess Anon would put so much effort into your request.
>He's done more than enough to get them off your back, and you'll find a way to repay him. That's for sure.
>While the four of your wait for your food, your mother goes on about an old neighbor when she and Dad stayed in an apartment.
>"As you can see, we couldn't wait to get out of there, it was too much to deal."
>"So even after all the filed noise complaints they still blasted music on the weekends?"
>"We couldn't touch them, since of them worked in the leasing office."
>"Brutal."
>There was a moment of silence, you internally smiled from everyone taking a sip of their wine.
>The wine is superb, it was a good call on Anon's part.
>The waiter arrives with your orders, placing them on the table.
>Steaming coming from the plates had everyp0ny's mouths watering.
>They dig in and you decide to keep the conversation rolling.
"S-so what are you two doing nowadays?"
>Dad swallows his food before answering, "Nothings changed, your mother and I are just enjoying our retirement."
"Did you travel anywhere since my last visit."
>"Oh, actually we visited Los Pegasus for a little fun last year."
>You blink a few times upon hearing the answer.
>You've always thought of your folks of being quiet and reserved. Knowing they visited such a wild town is a little jarring.
"Oh, how was that?"
>"Sadly we had to cut our trip short, your father had a minor back problem that needed to be addressed."
>"Hate to break it to you daughter, but your old father is getting old," he says, adding harmless laughter at the end.
>"Mhm, for a couple of months your father and I had to hold off on our romance until he got better."
>"Heh, in fact, I still have a little pain, but I manage."
>"Misses Shy, let me know when you're ready for an upgrade," Anon informs without skipping a beat, smirking while making eye contact with your mother.
>You use your right wing to nudge Anon.
>"O-oh..."
>She breaks the eye contact, blushing as she reaches for her glass of wine.
>You hear a fork clanging against Dad's plate, a brief flinch on his face.
>Father clears his throat, forcing a laugh.
>"Fluttershy, dear. We were hoping we could visit your friend's Apple Orchard."
>Your mother puts a hoof on her heart, adoring the idea.
>"Oh we were talking about that on the way over here, we've always wanted to go to one."
"I'm sure Applejack wouldn't mind l-let's go first thing in the morning."
>"Sounds like a plan, daughter. What time should we be up?"
"I think nine would be great."
>You turn to Anon, tapping him on the shoulder.
"Anon would you like to join us?"
>"I do have to make a stop there to pick up some cider, I'm game."


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>After the dinner you're buzzed up from the wine.
>You're stepping into Fluttershy's cottage with her and her parents.
"Alright, so what's the sleeping situation going to be?"
>"They're more than welcomed to sleep in my room while they visit, Anon."
"Roger that."
>You walk over to the luggage where you left it.
>"Oh and honey, I know you have to head off in a little bit, but can you stay a while longer with me and have a cup of tea?"
>You nod at Fluttershy then turn to her parents.
"Don't come downstairs if you hear any strange noises."
>They laugh while you walk up the stairs, "you do anything to keep her happy don't you?" Mrs. Shy asks.
"And vice versa, excuse me saying this, but your daughter is a freak."
>"Oh hahahaha, you are just the worst," Mrs.Shy says, playfully punching your side as you carry their luggage up the stairs.
"My guess is, she gets a lot of it from her mother."
>"Somep0ny needs to discipline you," she plays along. Clearly, she's had a generous amount of wine this evening.
>You face back down to Fluttershy once you make it to the top step.
"Go ahead and get the tea started, I'll be down in a little bit."
>"Okay sweetie~"
>She walks into the kitchen, humming a tune.
>You head for Fluttershy's bedroom, setting down the luggage near her dresser.
>You straighten up your back and take a deep breath.
"Well, I suppose this is goodnight."
>Both of them nod, Mrs.Shy a little reluctant to agree.
>"You have been an absolute delight this evening, you make me feel young all over again."
>You face  Mr.Shy.
"Seeing your wife a spinning image as Fluttershy has really done a number on me this evening."
>"I'm glad to have such a young fellow looking out for our Fluttershy. Mrs.Shy is a beauty isn't she?"
>Shifting back to Mrs.Shy, you smile.
"Mhm, so Mrs. Shy, how young do you want to feel?"
>You step toward her as you reach for your tie to loosen it.
>"U-umm..."
"Mr.Shy, I think your daughter needs help making the tea."
>"Gee, you sure? I'm sure she can manage."
"You should check on her."
>You give him a stern glare, clearing letting him know he needs leave now.
>"Well I suppose it couldn't hurt."
"Not one bit."
>Clearing his throat and stepping away, you present your hand to Mrs.Shy.
>You haven't seen her cheeks this red all evening.



>"Oh dear, I really sh-shouldn't. I'm married."
"Mhmm."
>She places a hoof in your hand along with her trust.
>In one swift motion, you sweep her off her hooves, and cradle her in your arms.
>"Ooh! St-"
>You give her a well-placed kiss on her cheek.
>"I had no idea you were this strong."
>You found that to be such a silly comment since she was light as a feather.
>She reaches for her glasses to adjust them, while you carry her over to the bed.
>You let her down at the foot of the bed.
>She sits on her haunches, her eyes at your crotch level.
>You place a finger up under her chin and guide her to look up to you.
"Ready for that upgrade?"
>You tug her chin closer bring her up to your eye level.
>Her hooves and on your shoulder as she stands.
>The distance between your faces dwindles, but just last minute, she stops where lips are mere centimeters from yours.
>"I-I'm married," she repeated, the smell of the alcohol this evening is heavy on her breath.
>Despite saying that, you can feel her hooves wrapping around the back of your neck.
>As you guessed, it's been a while since she's been rutted, even at her age, she can't ignore that and her body won't allow it, certainly not in her current mental state.
"Mmhm."
>Yeah, you're not buying it.
>She pulls you closer as her eyes closed, and her lips connect with yours.
>The taste of wine gets shared even more between you as her tongue pushes into your mouth.
>Your lips mash against each others having no intention of letting up.
>Her forelegs' grip tighten at the back of your neck, making sure you don't go anywhere.
>As if you intended to.
>You feel the rush coming and your lance is starting to swell up, brushing up against the soft fabric of your pants.
>"Mmmm~"
>A satisfied moan in her throat is heard then she pulls away.
>"Oh Celestia, I really shouldn't this isn't-"
"You need this."
>"What if my husband walks in?"
>You turn your torso and walk to the chair by the dresser.
>You take off your sports jacket and place it on the back of your chair.
>Loosening your tie, you can feel the stare that Mrs. Shy is giving you.
>You unbutton your dress shirt.
"You think I'm worried about that pushover?" You added a condescending chuckle.
>Taking the dress shirt off, you fold it over and place it on the seat of the chair.
>You slip out of your shoes, and pull off your gray undershirt, then turn to Mrs. Shy.
>Her eyes were lit up, and they scan your torso.
"It pays to hit up the gym."
>You walk back toward the foot of the bed where she awaits, sitting on her flank.
>"W-what if he-"
"Let him."


>You unbuckle your belt and unzip your pants and letting your shaft fall right on her muzzle, causing an audible 'smack'.
>She leans her head back opening her mouth to say something.
>"Anon I--hrrrrg!"
>Her sheepish behavior almost disappeared when her hot, wet mouth slowly engulfed your wood.
>She did have to take her time, but you were in no rush, you let her bob back and forth to get used to it.
>Your head was looking up at the ceiling while she had trouble not gagging.
>You look down to see her eyes showed panic.
"Relax."
>Mrs.Shy's eyes were focused on you, licking the crown to lap up any cloudy beads that leaked.
>After she cleaned up what she can she turns around for you, lifting her tail.
>She backs up, letting your prod at her soaked slit.
>Mrs.Shy smacks her rump against you, effectively plunging you into to her gripping glove.
>Your fingers sink into her flanks and you pull her closer with a thrust.
>"Hhnnn~"
"How long has it been?"
>You pull back, only to drive in again, her trembling is very apparent.
>She had to put her face to the bed while she bucks her hip back.
>"Mmm bmmnmm mmm," she says into the soft, fluffy mattress.
>You pound into her again, hard enough to make her turn her face as she hums.
"Couldn't hear you."
>Your ears pick up on hoof steps heading for the door.
>You face the door waiting for the father to walk in.
>You pull out completely to tease Mrs.Shy's entrance, smearing a mixture of plot snot and saliva on her fur.
>The hinges of the bedroom door squeaked, and Mr. Shy peeps his head in, "dear, the tea is rea-"
>He opens the door fully and steps in, his eyes twitch while he tried to be calm.
>"What do you think you're doing? Get off-"
"That's what we're trying to do, privacy is needed. Go have tea with your daughter."
>"Now wait a minute here, we-"
>She forces her ass back onto you.
>"HAaaa, it's been, m-months, almost years, p-please don't stop."
>You grunt as you pump into her,Mr. Shy's mouth drops.
>"P-pleeeease~" the wife begs.
>She pulls back and slams her rump against you once again.
>"Sweet Luna I needed thissss~"

>"Do you mind? That's my wife."
>You put your hand up to cease his talking, not even bothering facing him.
"Your wife has made her choice, isn't that right Mrs.Shy?"
>She could only nod, keeping her rhythm.
>The look on Mr.Shy's was of complete shock, he couldn't even look your general direction.
>"H-honey, I'm gonna need you to stop."
>You can tell from the enthusiasm, she's at your mercy.
>Each slam to the hilt is scrambling her mind and making her fall more into her lust.
>You'd imagine the rush she's feeling is amplified by the fact she's forced into a slutty role.
"We'll be right down."
>He clears his throat, silently leaving the room and closing the door.
>After that , you were able to focus on plowing the milf.
>Five minutes in she's mumbling all kinds of nonsense.
>And to your surprise, from how she's got you gripped, she's about to cum.
>"S-s-s-sorry lovely sky bottom porch!"
>Mrs. Shy's mouth was agape with her eyes rolled back.
>The swirls of her mane were starting to loosen.
>You felt a flood surround your member, and a lot of squishing noises started to loop in your head.
>Taking a huge breath, she trembles and you pull back, smirking to yourself.
>The juices came pouring down, loud pitter pats can be heard hitting the sheets.
>Her legs buckle then collapse, and she takes a breather.
>"Wait d-did you...?"
"Nope."
>"Wait, how long can humans last?"
"Let's find out."
>She gulps, realizing she's in for a ride.

-- 3 hours later--


>You've never seen dad like this.
>His eyes were blank, just staring down at his cup of tea he hasn't touched yet.
>The bumping and moaning that's coming upstairs have just kept him silent.
>You were just as speechless, sure you thought Anon may have gone a little far with the flirting, but you thought he was just trying to get in good graces ith her.
>But you are conflicted here.
>You've always want Anon to be happy and that's really all that matters but you're not sure what to be mad about.
>The fact that Anon is bucking the sense out of your mother,
>Or that fact that Anon isn't bucking the sense out of -you-.
>You clear your throat.
"So umm-"
>A loud thump interrupts you and notice some of the ceiling paint chips falling on the table and the lamp swinging.
>"YES ANON, USE ME! HAAAA I'LL PUT OUT FOR YOU DADDY~!"
>You place your hooves on the sides of your head.
>"Why couldn't I stop it?
"I just..."
>Motherfucking Anon.

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