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>You’re currently running with the speed of KENYANS along the path to Fluttershy’s cottage.
>You think you’ve got this figured out now. 
>Fluttershy has got some books on mind control and is now appearing as a hallucination to you, and you alone.
>Of course, being in your head, she has realised this and is currently shitting bricks as she floats along with you just at the edge of your vision.
>You’re going to get to the bottom of this and then you’re sending that yellow freak straight to the moon.
>Fuelled by your rage, you sprint along the dirt track.
>”Oh, Anon... don’t... You really don’t want to stop me... I can give you so much! We could be together forever!”
>Oh sure, now she’s meek and mild.
>But earlier on she was forcing you to watch so much shit while your friends didn’t so much as bat an eyelid.
“Screw... You... Fluttershy...”
>Just because you’re fuelled by rage doesn’t mean you don’t get out of breath.
>”Oh... I didn’t want to have to do this yet... But you leave me no choice.”
>Oh that didn’t sound good. You know a threat when you hear one.
>But you have no choice but to press onwards.
>Suddenly, the piercing ringing assaults your head, forcing you to trip and stumble.
>You come crashing to your knees, the world spinning, with your head threatening to crack in two.
>While the world appears to vibrate and stretch, Fluttershy drifts into your vision, front and center.
>She’s the only clarity in your world right now, the only sane thing in a world gone mad...
>No! That’s what she’s doing to you!
>”Please try not to resist, Anon... I just want to show you such pleasures... We can find out your fetish. Together. Forever.”
>Her words seem to carry an unearthly tone to them.
>They chime together, almost melodic, and yet so very wrong in your head.
>It’s a siren song for all but the most battle-hardened veterans.
>And you were on /b/ before tubgirl even came on the scene.
“I... defy you, Fluttershy...” You manage to squeak out.
“I’ll resist you with every fiber of my being. You have no idea what mental strength I have... What horrors I’ve seen. You have NO CHANCE OF BEATING ME!”
>She’s shocked. You can see it plain on her face.
“I was there when Goatse came. I was there when 2 girls 1 cup came. I saw 1 guy 1 cup while I was having dinner! I’ve seen so much gore that butchers have nightmares about ME. I am anonymous, Fluttershy. You can’t break me.”
>You stagger to your feet, the world still vibrating violently, like reality itself would threaten to rip apart at any moment. 
>You’re so unsteady, but you can’t let that stop you. 
>You set off in the direction you were travelling. Or at least you think it is.
>Everything’s so blurry, it’s hard to tell...
>”T-then you’ve forced my hoof, Anon!”
“I already told you, Fluttershy. I won’t yield.”
>”Not voluntarily, you won’t. I understand that. Go ahead.”
>Suspicious, but it’s not unlike the yellow Pegasus to back down from a fight.
>The world shifts back to its normal state, and your headache ceases instantly.
>Fluttershy  seems to be meditating on your words, eyes closed, hovering in the air.
“Thank you, Fluttershy. I just want this to be over. You can keep guessing my fetishes every day, just get out of my head, ok?”
>”...”
>No response.
>Well, fine. Some animosity is to be expected when you figure out her plans.
>Now that the pressure is off, it’s time to head back on the road.
>You press on towards Fluttershy’s cottage.
>You arrive and note the lack of animals anywhere.
>You guess it’s to fit in with the illusion that no Fluttershy ever existed.
>Seems to make sense.
>You don’t bother to knock on the door, so you simply turn the handle and...
>Stride into your home.
>What?
>No, this is your home.
>Beer cans strewn on the floor, magical computer linked to 4chan in the corner.
>How did you get here.
>Fluttershy is still in meditation, fluttering quietly behind you.
>You spin around to confront her, when you hear humming coming from your bedroom.
>You eye her suspiciously, but grab your bat you keep next to your door and sneak upstairs as quietly as you can.
>As you get closer to the source of the humming, it appears to be coming from your bedroom.
>And they’re humming the MLP theme song.
>If you weren’t so tense, you’d facepalm.
>Before you enter your bedroom, you peer through the keyhole to get a better grasp of the situation.
>Fluttershy is in there, under your quilt, looking like she just woke up.
>”Oh Anon, don’t be shy. I don’t suppose sex just after waking up is your fetish?”
>Well there was no need to sneak around it seems. After all, Fluttershy does know what you’re thinking.
>You lower the bat, then instinctively raise it immediately when Fluttershy speaks directly into your ear,
>”Or maybe the bat is your fetish?”
>You swing blindly and make a nice dent in your hallway wall.
>Fluttershy of course isn’t there. 
>”In the bedroom, Anon.”
>You finally open the door to see three Fluttershys sitting on your bed, all beckoning you to come closer.
>”Maybe triplets are your fetish?”
>Maybe for a lesser man, but you aren’t going to be fucking Fluttershy any time soon if you have any say in the matter.
>”Well what if you don’t have a say in the matter?”
>You’re about to retort when you feel your lips are awfully gummy all of a sudden.
>In fact, they’re melting together, sealing off your mouth completely.
>You start to panic and hyperventilate through your nose.
>And then the pieces start to click together.
>Fluttershy can make you see, smell, taste, hear and touch anything she cares to construct for you.
>She made you think you were heading to her house, when in fact she was directing you to your house.
>And now she’s making you hallucinate any fantasy that she wants.
>Your mouth is fine.
>And that boner of yours is probably an illusion too.
>”Oh no, Anon. You conjured that one entirely by yourself...”
>One of her clones stalks off the bed and comes close to you.
>She pulls down your trousers with her teeth. 
>You can feel her breath on your dick.
>Her satiny soft mane.
>You’re powerless to stop it.
>You want to move but you can’t. She’s taken that away from you too.
>You want to scream but you can’t.
>She’s finally getting what she wants...
>She drags you towards the bed, where the other two Fluttershys lie in wait.
>No...
>Not like this...
>You can’t let her win.
>There’s one thing you can do that she can’t take away from you.
>You feel yourself drifting off to unconsciousness as the pressure of this situation overwhelms you.
>You pass out to waves of darkness, just as they’re about to get started with their tongues on your boner...
>You sleep in the satisfaction that you narrowly avoided
>Fucking Fluttershy