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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.
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