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>You awake suddenly to the startling yet familiar hammering of a hoof against your front door.
>You can hear Twilight’s voice shouting for you:
>”Anon, open up! We know you’re in there!”
>You hastily grab some clean clothes and almost fall down the stairs while hopping down them, simultaneously putting on your trousers.
>You stumble to the door and open it to see the worried and angry faces of Twilight, Pinkie Pie, Rarity , Applejack and Rainbro dash.
“Uh, hi, ladies...! I thought our spa appointment was on Saturday... heh heh..?”
>Your sheepish joke doesn’t seem to crack the almost chiselled faces of the girls.
>”This is an intervention.” Twilight says.
>”Yeah, like, what the hay is going on? Twilight’s been tellin’ us about some Fluttershy dork you’ve been hanging out with. You seeing other ponies?” Rainbro accuses.
>The others can’t see through her tough exterior, but she seems genuinely worried about something.
“N-no. Nop0ny from outside Ponyville. And you girls already know everybody in Ponyville so, what’s the problem?”
>You decide to play ignorant today. You don’t want to end up in a strait jacket in whatever these ponies pass for a mental institution.
>”You talked to me, Applejack and Pinkie Pie about a Fluttershy yesterday. Who IS she?” Twilight demands.
“N-nop0ny. Nop0ny at all.”
>You’re starting to sweat bullets here.
>You can feel the spaghetti threatening to drown all of Ponyville in an unprecedented pasta catastrophe.
>”Oh Anon~”
>Fluttershy calls out from your bed.
>”That was mean on you, cutting our fun yesterday. You should know I can’t manipulate your mind while you’re asleep.”
>Oh god.
>Not now.
>”We’re not buyin’ it, Anon. Yew’ve talked about her to every single one of us.” Applejack protests.
>”Not me! He never comes to visit me!” Rarity sulks.
>Applejack just shoots her a look before continuing.
>”Now yew tell us who this here Fluttarshay is or we’re gonna hogtie yew and buck it outta ya!”
>You don’t doubt for a moment that Applejack would back down from a threat like that.
>When Big Mac and Caramel came out together, she damn near killed the two of them to “Beat the gay out of them.”
“Whoa, now. Don’t do anything hasty, ladies. I’ll sing.”
>It’s at this moment that Fluttershy decides you’re not paying enough attention to her.
>She teleports 5 clones of herself to play with the unsuspecting mares in front of you.
>69ing most of them, preening Dash’s wings, sucking on Rarity’s horn.
>You wince, not wanting to look at the bestial orgy in front of you, but knowing that it’d be suspicious to look away.
>It basically makes you look like Max Payne staring at a really bright light while taking a shit.
>”Uh... Are you alright, Anon?” Pinkie pie asks, unaware of the humping taking place behind her.
>”You... Do seem a little off, dear.” Rarity chimes in, pony slobber and horn residue dripping off her muzzle and splashing noisily in a little puddle at her hooves.
>You almost want to barf, but hold it in.
>This is where all those poker games are going to pay off. 
>You ready your pokerface and take a deep breath for perhaps your biggest lie.
“F-fluttershy is a pet of mine!”
>The ponies remain unconvinced.
“S-she’s a bird that I adopted from a friend of mine. O-oh Fluttershy! Come meet my friends!”
>Another Flutterclone appears behind you, and starts hoofing your crotch from behind, giving you a reach around.
“S-she’s shy, of course. Hence the name. Sorry about that, girls. You’ll have to come back again another day.
>Stop it boner.
>No.
>STAHP
>Luckily your salvation comes in the form of Rainbro Dash (as usual) who proudly pipes up, wings extended excitedly,
>”See girls, no harlot ponies trying to seduce my, I mean, our Anon. Nothing to worry about! I knew our Anon had nothing to hide.”
>And that’s when the Flutterclones all start moaning.
>The sound is so sickening you can’t hold it in anymore.
>You bring your hand up to stop it, but part of it escapes.
>The spaghetti that was welling up in your pockets before well and truly explodes, and you retreat into your man cave to relieve yourself in the kitchen sink.
>”Oh my goddess! Anon, are you ok?!” Twilight cries out.
>You take a break from losing last night’s dinner to call out,
“I’m fine, Twi! Don’t come in! I don’t want you catching what I’ve got! I’ll be fine! Just go!”
>The ponies all disperse, and you’re left with 6 Flutterclones all trying to comfort you at the sink.
>”Oh you poor thing, let nurses Fluttershy take care of you.
>They’re all now wearing nurses outfits and drag you upstairs to bed.
“Damn you, Fluttershy. I’ll get you for this.”
>”Tut-tut. You shouldn’t speak to your benefactors this way. But don’t worry. We’ll take good care of you.”
>They all start trying to undress you, pulling on various pieces of fabric as you lay down on the bed.
>You start wracking your brain to come up with a way out of this.
>But you can’t let her know you’re thinking about this.
>Focus on your rage. That’s the way out.
>You start thinking of all the horrible things you’ll do to get revenge on Fluttershy.
>”OOH, why didn’t I try those, Anon! You should have just told me!”
>Good, it’s working.
>You focus on your revenge long enough to come up with a plan, and to try and figure out how this all works.
“F-fluttershy, stop. You want to know what my fetish is? I’ll tell you.”
>The Flutterclones stop their “nursing” and all turn to face you.
“I... I love all of the mane six. I won’t have sex with you without all of them.”
>”Oh phooey. You’re just trying to make me stop.”
“No. I’m serious. I need all of them.”
>The Flutterclones all look at you with the same incredulous stare, searching your face for any signs of deceit.
>You practice your poker face, and focus on... scenes of the mane six around you. Licking, nipping.
>Fluttershy seems convinced and turns 5 of her clones into each of her friends.
“N-no! No, Fluttershy. I know it’s not real. It needs to be them.”
>”Your boner says otherwise...” She taunts.
“No, I can’t. Let me see the girls and try to convince them to come back with me.”
>You know you don’t have a hope in hell of that happening, but this is the start of your gambit.
>If your plan doesn’t work, you’ll have to play it by ear.
>But this is the start of getting rid of Fluttershy.
>Fluttershy relinquishes control of your body to you, and you waste no time in getting up and out the door.
>”I’ll be watching you, Anon. Don’t forget that. And I can see your thoughts.”
>Right. As if you can forget.
>Though it does remind you.
>Focus on your rage.
>Let her think you’ve succumbed to it.
>Because if your plan succeeds,
>She’ll see your true rage that is currently being masked.