The Mystery of Applerapist and Fetishshy

Anon/Electric Jet Donkey Request:  Applejack and Fluttershy have never attempted to rape or guess Anon's fetish, but he claims it happens nearly every day.  What's going on here?




>“Leave Anon alone!”
>Applejack scowls a little and shakes her head, knocking some of the sweat loose from her head.
>“Sorry sugar cube, I ain’t following.  What seems t’be the problem?”
>Rainbow Dash scowls and takes several steps closer, hackles raised.
>“You should know what the problem is, you kicked down Anon’s door this morning!”
>Raising her eyebrow, Applejack chuckles and shakes her head.
>“This morning?  Nah, I was up with the sun, bucking in the southern field.  I haven’t got time to be kicking in doors.  Besides, why would I want to do something like that to Anonymous?”
>“Cuz you wanna rape him!”
>That gives her pause, the orange mare turning and regarding the pegasus with a deeply stern expression.
>“Now, I don’t pay much mind to a pony who wants to gossip, but I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t go telling lies about your friends all over town!”
>“Don’t try to weasel your way out of this one, AJ.  I pulled you off of him and dropped you in the lake.  I just can’t believe he was right about you and Fluttershy all along.”
>“Sugar cube, you must have bumped your head something fierce, because I’ve been here all day.  Big Mac’ll vouch for me…”
>“Eeyup.”
>“…So again, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t go telling every pony that I’m trying to rape our friend!”

>
>Another bright day in Ponyville.
>Having a bro in Rainbow Dash meant you always knew what the weather was going to be like, and sunny days were by far the best.
>Even if it had started off bad, with a double shot of Treekicker and Butter Fetish, nothing could stop you now.
>With a grunt, you stretch your arms out wide and smile up at the sky.
“Good morning, world.”
>“Um, good morning, Anon.”
>The whisper-quiet voice sends a chill up your spine.
>You’d already denied her once today, had she come back for more?
>With a deep breath, you turn and put on your best smile, speaking through your teeth.
“Hello, Fluttershy.”
>Seeing your pearly whites causes the pink-mane mare to flinch a little, hiding her face.
>Intimidation successful!
>“Um, excuse me, Anon…”
>Or not.
>Sighing through gritted teeth, you feel all your bluster go out in the process.
>“I, was just wondering if…”
>You see a picnic basket sticking out of one of her saddlebags.
>Doubtlessly filled with all manner of food which she would pull out one by one and ask if they were your fetish.
>“…if…”
>All hands, battle stations!
>“…if…”
>Brace for impact captain, here it comes!

>“If you would be interested in having lunch with me by the pond.”
“No, Fluttershy, waterside picnics are not my fetish.”
>Your words hang in the air for a long moment before what she actually said catches up with you.
>Giving the buttery mare a once over, you see that she’s staring at you in confusion, her brow furrowed as she tries to understand what you meant.
>“That’s… nice to know… but, um, would you like to eat lunch with me anyway?”
>She gives you a small smile and nods to the pond.
>“I’ve been helping a wounded hawk in the area, and considering your similar protein rich diets, I thought you might enjoy a chance to eat some meat.”
>Now, steaks are not your fetish.
>But it’s been a long time since you had anything resembling red meat.
>And the promise of such is incredibly enticing.
“Sure, I’d be happy to join you.”
>Taking a deep breath, Fluttershy puffs out her cheeks, making an almost heart wrenching squeak in the process.
>“Oh, that’s wonderful.  I was beginning to think you were trying to avoid being alone with me.”
>With a spring in her step, the winged mare trots towards the lake, leaving you to follow along behind, thoroughly confused.

>
>“I’m saying that yer a liar!  What kind of friend goes around accusing good natured folks of being sexual deviants?”
>The two mares are now muzzle to muzzle, sneering back and forth at one another.
>Rich raspberry eyes meet lush green as they try to stare the other down.
>“And what kinda buddy tries to attack their friends?”
>“I ain’t never done any of that, why don’t you get it?  Matter of fact, I ain’t been over to Anon’s place for nigh on five months.”
>Sighing, AJ backs down, plopping her flank against the ground.
>“Shucks, he told me that it didn’t feel right with me coming to call on him, so I took it like a mare and I backed off.  I miss sharing time with him something fierce, like you and he do.”
>Rainbow Dash staggers back a few steps at that, biting her lip and averting her eyes.
>It was true, over the last several months, Anonymous had been more and more isolated from the other ponies around town.
>Applejack and Fluttershy, especially.
>Not that she could blame him, constantly fearing attack from the dynamic duo.

>But, once confronted, Applejack didn’t know what she was referring to.
>Sitting on the ground across from AJ, Rainbow Dash holds her head in her hooves.
>“Ugh!  Applejack.  Are you SURE that you haven’t been attacking Anonymous?”
>“Sure as can be.  Anon’s one of my very dear friends, even if he’s been a little cold lately.”
>Taking a deep breath, Rainbow nods.
>“Okay.  I believe you.”
>“Bout time.”
>“But, if you’re not trying to rape Anon, who is?”
>The two mares go silent again.
>After a few seconds, Dash climbs to her hooves.
>“All right, we need to go find Anonymous.  Maybe he can help us get this sorted out.”
>“That sounds like a darn fine idea.  I don’t like the thought of some pony going around town and making the Apple family look bad.”
>With a brief nod between them, AJ gallops towards town, Rainbow Dash taking to the sky to try and spot Anonymous.

>
>“There we are.”
>Fluttershy coos to the grounded avian, who nuzzles the top of its head against her cheek in response.
>Giggling, the mare with the pink mane plants a kiss on top of its head, before holding out the meat to the bird.
>While the hawk eats out of Fluttershy’s hoof, you watch with a strange sort of curiosity.
>Not once, in the thirty minutes that you’ve been here, has Creepershy tried anything, weird.
>It’s unusual, especially considering her recent attitude towards her.
>She’s just standing there, petting and nuzzling back and forth with the bird, ignoring you.
>To be honest, it’s kind of nice to enjoy her company without worrying about when she’s going to spring the question of what your fetish is.
>Granted, she did bring you here under false pretenses, seeing as how all the meat is raw, but the produce isn’t that bad.
>Taking a large bite of the apple in your hand, you stare out over the clear water and soak in the atmosphere of another serene day in Ponyville.
>“Um, excuse me, Anonymous?”
>And just like that, a chill rolls down your spine.
>You sit up straighter as Fluttershy makes herself comfortable beside you.
>There is a long, pregnant pause as the two of you squirm in the silence, before she reaches across and grabs a dandelion sandwich with her mouth.
>Giving a weak smile, she lifts her hooves, holding the bread in place as she begins to chew.

>When the hammer never falls, you swallow your food.
>Once again, a prime opportunity and Fluttershy chose not to act on it.
>As the two of you sit together, the tension begins to flow out of the situation.
>Your spine relaxes, allowing your shoulders to sag.
>She opens her mouth to speak, and even though you see her prepare the deliver you can’t bring yourself to get tightened up again.
>“Um.  I was wondering, if you could, maybe, tell me what…”
>She pauses, averting her eyes from your direction.
>“Why you’ve been so distant, lately?”
“I’d think you’d know why.”
>“I really, don’t, but I’d like to know, if that’s okay, I mean.  I’d understand if you didn’t want to tell me, but if you were willing to share…”
>With a sigh, you lift your hands and shrug a little.
“Isn’t it obvious?  It’s like you have a list of every obscure fetish in the world, and stop by every day to ask me if one of them is mine.  You came by just the other day and asked me if cashews were my fetish.  Cashews!”
>Groaning, you bring your hand to your face, shaking your head.
“Don’t get me wrong, it was cute at first, but now it’s just gotten to be so tiresome.  Day in and day out, it’s the same thing, you and Applejack both.  Really, all I want to do is be around the both of you and not have to worry about answering private questions, or protecting my junk.”
>This was a terrible mistake.

>All the stress and lack of confrontation since this began is spilling out of you as a torrent of word vomit.
>You’re going to leave her a buttery, crying mess, but you can’t stop.
>Jumping to your feet, you hold your arms out wide, laughing.
“Like this, this right here.  If you told me this morning I’d be enjoying lunch with you by the pond, I’d have laughed it off and said you were crazy.  But, here I am, and I’m enjoying myself.”
>Sighing, you shake your head again and turn to Fluttershy.
“I guess, in spite of all the badgering, I still just want to be friends with you and AJ.  So, can we just stop the daily fetish spouting and rape attempts and be close again?”
>Your eyes focus on the gentle mare.
>Her eyes are wide and her eyebrow raised, her lips set in a thin frowning line.
>Cocking her head to the side, she finally opens her mouth.
>“Um, I appreciate you being open with me.  A-about what’s been bothering you, I mean.  But, I think you may have confused me with another pony.”
>Is…
>Is she serious, right now?
>Really?
>You chuckle, your shoulders starting to shake before you break into a full on laugh, holding your hands against your side, arms crossed over one another.
>Through the tears staring up, you can see Fluttershy’s expression darken a little.
>“Anonymous, stop laughing!”
>She stamps her hoof against the ground, the sound snapping both of you out of your respective trances.

>Fluttershy goes back to averting her eyes and pawing at the ground, while the laughter dies in your throat.
>“Um… please.  But, really, I don’t think, I could ever bring myself to ask some pony what their f-f-“
>Her face is strawberry red now.
>“Fetish is.  That’s so personal, and I’m, just ever so shy.  I’d just…”
>She squeaks, hiding her face behind her mane, mumbling a string of half-words that will never reach an audible volume.
>With a confused laugh, you sit back down on the edge of the pond, staring at Fluttershy in confusion.
>This is exactly how you would expect her to act in this situation.
>But at the same time, it’s so drastically different than her recent attempts to garner your attention that you can’t help but be stunned.
>You’re still trying to wrap your head around this entire conversation, when a new voice crashes in.
>“Well, I’ll be, looks like we got ourselves a good old fashioned sit down brewing.”
>Ugh, Applejack.
>And you without your Rainbro.
>“Anon!”
>Speak of the devil.
>Here she comes, to save the da~y!
>As the seven color blur lands at your side, Applejack pulls up short, looking between you and the pegasus mares.
>Taking a deep breath, she tips her hat back and meets your eyes.
>“Anon, we got ourselves a BIG problem!”
“I’ll say.  You owe me a door.”
>“But that wasn’t me, I swear!”
>Your rebuttal catches in your throat as you look between your would be rapist and daily fetish guesser.
“What is going on here?”

>
>After hearing both Applejack and Fluttershy’s sides of the story, you’re more confused than ever.
>Apparently, neither of them knew anything about your struggles with them.
>In fact, they had both adhered to your wishes that they not come by your home.
>Applejack in particular seemed distraught as she told you that.
>“It’s just, yer one of a kind, sugar cube.”
>“Oh, I agree.  Anonymous is certainly entertaining in his own way.”
>Rainbow’s hackles raise a little as she sees the two mares trying to get chummy with you.
>To be honest, you don’t mind, in fact it bothers you more that the blue mare is so uptight about the truth coming out.
“Dashie, settle.”
>Rainbow turns and scowls at you, flapping her wings a few times.
>“All right, fine.  You were always saying to watch out for them, but if you’re really so keen on being best buds, how about I give you all some alone time?”
>Your stomach turns, spilling its contents everywhere as Rainbow Dash takes to the sky in a huff.
>Panic begins to fill your muscles, promising the strength of a dozen men, and speed that would put the fastest flier to shame, should it become necessary to use.

>But the two mares only move closer, Fluttershy offering Applejack a sandwich from the basket as they create a small circle with you.
>“So, obviously some pony’s been going around impersonating me and Fluttershy here.”
>“It, um, might be good if we put a stop to that.”
>“Mhmm.  Near as I can figure, whoever it is, is dead set on getting ahold of you Anon.  So maybe you got an idea on who it might be?”
>As the girls take a few moments for lunch, you struggle to come up with a responsible party.
>Aside from AJ and Fluttershy, most everyone else seemed to have taken a liking to you.
>Sighing in frustration, you fall on your back and stare at the sky.
“I’ve really got no clue.”
>The girls nod, an affirmative grunt coming from Applejack.
“…But I might have a way that we could find out…”

>
>Daybreak, Ponyville.
>The crickets are still giving their high pitched chirps as she makes her way up to the door of Anonymous.
>Reaching out, she jiggles the handle, fully expecting the door to be locked.
>To her surprise, it isn’t.
>With a push, Fluttershy enters the human’s dwelling, flapping her wings to avoid creaky floorboards.
>She’d been so close yesterday, she could almost taste him.
>Today would be the day she got him, she was sure of it.
>With a whisper quiet landing, the pegasus mare stalks into Anon’s bedroom, her face split in a wide grin.
>“You’re going to love me…”
>Low and harsh, her voice drifts down through the floorboards, never to be heard.
>Or so she believed.
>The door slams shut behind her.
>Fluttershy’s head jerks back towards the sound, only to find herself face to face with a grinning Applejack.
>Scrambling away, she hits the bed, a set of hands descending around her middle.
>With a squeak, Fluttershy is lifted off the ground, flailing in frustration.
>And then, she sees a pair of familiar sea-green eyes, glaring at her.
>“You, awful, terrible pony!”
>The mirror Fluttershy whispers.
>“You tried to ruin our friendship with Anonymous!  You’re the worst kind of sneaky sneak there is!”
>“I’ll say.”
>Applejack chimes in.
>“Let’s get that mask off and see who’s been skulking around and giving good ponies a bad name!”

>
>You are more than happy to oblige Applejack’s request.
>Wedging Fetishshy between your left arm and your chest, the right reaching up and yanking on her mane.
>“Yeowch!”
>Not an inch of give.
“Man, that, that’s really on there.”
>Several more tugs lead to more screaming on the part of the butter mare in your arm.
>“Shucks, Anon, maybe she’s using dye?”
>The pegasus mare manages to slip out of your grasp, flapping over to the door and glaring at the three of you.
>“Ugh, you insolent, beasts!  How dare you lay your hands on me?”
>“U-uh oh…”
>Fluttershy whimpers, hiding her head underneath the sheets of the bed.
>Fetishshy chuckles, which quickly grows into a full of maniacal laugh.
>“You fools!  Did you really think I would be defeated so easily?”
>Bursts of green flames appear around the hooves of Fetishshy, rolling up over her body, leaving it black and brilliantly shiny in the pre-dawn light.
>Her hooves also have several large holes in each one, reminiscent of swiss cheese back home.
>Still laughing, the flames roll up over her head, turning Fetishshy’s mane a dusky blue, a violently jagged horn erupting from her forehead.
>Hole-ridden wings buzz on her back as the once demure Fetishshy completes her transformation.
>“Chrysalis, I suppose that would make sense.”
>AJ snarls, eliciting another squeak from the hidden Fluttershy.
“You know this freak?”
>“Me and the girls done tussled with her a time or two.  She’s a Changeling.”

>“Queen, of the Changelings.”
>Chrysalis’ voice is low, nearly seductive in quality.
>But she has been trying to rape you for almost half a year now, so you’re not so quick to be drawn in.
>“Sh-she’s also very scary.”
>“Ain’t you learned your lesson yet?  We whooped you before and we’ll do it again, lickity-split!”
> “I doubt that, you see…”
>Before the Queen can launch into her monologue, Applejack has her rope out.
>With a few quick flicks of her head, she sends it flying, hogtying the otherwise elusive queen.
>“I ain’t in the mood for talking!”
>With a screech, Chrysalis falls to the ground.
“So… she’s really that much of a problem?  Seems like you routed her pretty easily.”
>“Aw, shucks, she just hasn’t eaten for a while, I figure.  Otherwise we might need to drag the other girls down here.  But if she’s like this, I reckon we can handle this on our own.”
>The quickly defeated queen whimpers, looking up at you with big sad eyes.
>“I, I’m sorry, I just, was so hungry, and you had so much more potential for love than any other pony.  I had to try…”
>Your heart goes out to the buggy-mare, and you kneel down beside her, smiling.
>Her own grin turns up and she leans her cheek towards your hand.

>“Um, Anonymous.  I don’t suppose that… defeated queens are your fetish?”
>Annnnd the moment’s gone.
>Reaching down, you pick Chrysalis up and toss her out the window.
>She curses you the entire way down to the ground.
>With a grin, you slap your hands together a few times and turn to the mares.
>Applejack is grinning, despite the loss of her lasso.
>Fluttershy is peeking out from one raised portion of the blanket.
“Well, I suppose that solves the mystery of Apple Rapist and Fetish Shy.”
>“I reckon it does.”
>“Oh, what a relief!”
“Thanks for coming out girls.  I’m glad we can put all this behind us.”
>“No, thank you Anonymous!  If you hadn’t let us stay overnight, then we never would have caught her.  And, it was, nice, to be in your home again.”
>“Shy’s right.  I hope things can get back to normal between you and us?”
>Smiling a little, you nod your head.
“There’s nothing I’d like more.”
>Applejack chuckles a little and walks over.
>“Well sugarcube, thanks for trusting us to stay the night.”
>Hopping up on her hind legs, she takes a moment to balance herself and gives you a quick peck on the cheek.
>With a coy wink, she turns and flicks her tail as she heads towards the door.
>“Have us over again sometime, would ya?”
>Stunned, you barely hear Fluttershy as she whispers in your ear.
>“That, would be really nice.  We have a lot to catch up on, I think.  So, if it’s okay, think about it?”
>Blushing furiously, she beats her wings and hurries after AJ, leaving you alone in your room.
>The slightly musky scent of the two mares still clinging to your bed sheets.