Writer's Block

>Day writing in Equestria
>You are Anon, writer extraordinaire
>The citizens of Equestria only knew you by your alias, Domino
>You were popular amongst the citizens of Canterlot, known for your masterful works of literary art
>But you haven't written anything in years
>And now, your fame was long gone
>You haven't been able to write anything since you were hit by major writer's block
>You sit alone in your study, balls of crumpled paper surround you
"ARRGH! Why can't I write anything?!" you shout as you ball up your latest idea and throw it behind you
>You run your fingers through your hair and sigh
"Maybe you've just lost your touch..." you say to yourself
>A knock on your door interrupts your contemplation and you turn to look at it
"Yes, come in." you call
>A yellow mare with a pink mane opens your door and slips inside, closing the door behind her
"Yes? May I help you?" you ask your visitor
>She mumbles something and you lean closer
"Speak up dear, I can't hear you." you say
>"I-I said, it's time f-for [spoiler]>rape[/spoiler]" she tells you
>Your pupils shrink to pinpricks
>The yellow mare tackles you and you fall to the floor on your back
>You struggle to push her off
"No! Back, you beast!" you shout at her
>Your pants are soon off, and the mare slams herself down onto your exposed [spoiler]dock[/spoiler]
>As she rides you, you suddenly feel something you haven't felt in years
>Inspiration
>You reach up to your desk and grab your quill and a sheet of paper
>You write like never before, paragraph after paragraph flowing effortlessly from your brain to the paper

>The next day
>The sun rises as you finally release your quill and place the last page of your book in the stack of papers next to you
>You rise from the floor, the sleeping mare still attached to you, and you pick up the stack of papers
>You admire your work of art as you stand completely naked, the mysterious mare propped up on your still erect member
"Hey, wake up." you say as you lightly pat her cheek
>Her eyes flutter open and she nuzzles your chest
>"D-did I do it?" she asks, "Did we have s-sex?"
>You laugh a deep, hardy laugh
"Of course! And I must thank you, you helped me to regain the spark of inspiration!" you say proudly
>She blushes and hides behind her mane
"But I must know, what is your name?" you ask her
>"I-I'm..." she mumbles her name
"Speak up, I didn't catch that." you say sternly
>"I'm F-Fluttershy" she mumbles a bit louder
"Fluttershy? A wonderful name!" you shout
"Come Fluttershy, let's go get this book published!" you say as you don your jacket
>You run out your front door, still inside Fluttershy, and run through the town to the Canterlot Publishing Co.
>The movements from your run cause Fluttershy to pump up and down on your member, and she orgasms multiple times on your trip
>You keep running, unphased by the mare bouncing on your manhood
>The citizens of Canterlot stop and stare at you, pantsless and having mobile sex with the Element of Kindness
>You reach your destination and kick down the door
>You slam the stack of papers down on the desk of the publisher and leave without a word
>The novel instantly became a best seller, making you a rich man
>You lived out the rest of your days with Fluttershy, who provided the inspiration for your award winning novel titled
>"Fucking Fluttershy"