It's been... [Musical Anon]

>Day musical chairs in Equestria.
>You are Musical Anon.
>But don't let the title mislead you, you fucking hate singing.
>Ever since you got dropped in this blasted land of pastel colored ponies, you've been afflicted with a terrible curse.
>At seemingly random times, you were forced to sing uncontrollably.
>Plus side was, any p0ny or wanna-be rapist that couldn't sing along was mysteriously removed from your presence.
>Down side was, Fluttershy was surprisingly fucking good at singing.
>It was neat at first, but shit got old...real...fast.
>Not wanting to get stuck in another broadway musical, you had opted to sleep in today.
>And now here you are...
>Tied with rope to your favorite chair in your bedroom.
>You didn't know how you got to this point, but you had a pretty good fucking guess.
>As if to answer your thoughts, Fluttershy slowly pushes open the door to your bedroom and walks in.
>She's wearing nothing but white and pink silk négligée and smiling at you coyly.
>You are not fucking amused.
Fluttershy, care to explain why the fuck your in my house, or better yet, WHY I'M TIED TO MY OWN DAMN CHAIR!?!
>She flutters over to you and starts giggling.
>"Oh Anon, It's Been such a long time since we first met...I just know we were meant to fall in love together."
>You grit your teeth in frustration.
Fluttershy...we went over this a week ago...I'm sorry for snapping at you, but I just don't want to be with a p0ny.
>Walking up to you until she feels uncomfortably close, she places a hoof on your cheek and rubs it with sick affection.
>"That's alright mister, if you don't understand I'll just have to ~show~ you!"
>Finishing those final words, you feel a violent shudder roll up your spine.
>Your body suddenly goes slack, ending any and all attempts to free yourself.
>A creepy grin slides across her face as she looks into the depths of your eyes.
>You could feel it...you could HEAR it!
>That infuriating sensation that signaled the start of your madness.
>As you sit back up and stare at Fluttershy, the sound of music starts echoing around you like it was emanating from your own body.
>She looks at you and smiles knowingly.
>Apparently, she wanted to beat you at your own game.
>Like hell you were going down without a fight...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0jjcBd17TnQ

>"It's been one year since you first met me."
>"Cocked your head to the side and said..."
...where are we?
>"Five months since you laughed at me saying to..."
...Get back together with that nice pony.
>"Three month since I smelled your room."
>"I realized you're really hot, but couldn't tell you..."
>"Yesterday you'd resisted me."
>"But there won't be a day that I say I'm sorry."

Hold it now and watch with one blink.
I will change how you think.
I think you'll finally understand.
Your sudden wish for my dish, Flutters I just can't stand all this.
It's like you use me.
'Cause you've never touched a fucking man.
Not like I wanna-be, like the-other "times".
More like fucking crimes.
Because you've lost all value.
It's-absurd how much the bad hits.
You try to match wits, pretend to hold me but-just wanna screw...
When-you-bake-a-cake-but-make-it-fake.
I-just-can't-frickin-tickin-take.
I'd like ta kill ya, it's the kindest of the favors.
Gonna talk real slow, cause then you'll know.
It's time-to-go six-feet-below.
Since it's laborious,
I'll take my time and savor.

I cannot stop it if you think you're funny when I'm mad.
Holding back all the bile so I feel bad.
Gonna be the guy who laughs at your funeral.
Can't understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will.
I have a tendency to fight for what I believe.
I have a history of getting people hurt.

>"It's been one month since you looked at me."
>"Threw your arms in the air and said..."
...You're crazy!
>"Five weeks since you snuggled me."
>"You've still got the stains on that couch you tease~."
>"It's been three days since your bedroom."
>"I realized it's an open vault."
>"Not a moment too soon."
>"Yesterday I found your key."
>"And now I'll sit back and wait till you say you're sorry."

(Anon struggles in his chair uselessly as Fluttershy twirls the keys to his house in her hoof.)
(As he yells at her to untie his ropes, she swings a leg around his waist and begins to straddle him.)
(She slowly leans down and starts planting kisses along his neckline.)
(Thrashing uselessly in an attempt to resist, Anon growls before he's forced to continue his "song".)


I asked for help, but they just won't listen.
Your mind is so sick that your brain stopped tickin'.
Seeing weird smiles with no lights on.
I've lost all reason.
I'm just a broken man who wants none.
Want to be ignored, I'm getting manic.
Like'a boss I panic.
Need liquors, guaranteed to wipe minds.

I kinda saw my life like-a bad film.
Swear I'll kill'em.
Even if I did there'd still be Fluttershy.
Gonna-set-a-bet-you-fuckin-scrub.
Gotta-fight-for'the-right-to'a-belly-rub.
Because-you-just-know-your-always-crying-cause-you-can't-sing.
Gonna-get-a-room-with-Lula-Moon.
'Cause-she's-immune-to-all-the-gloom-she-trades.
She'll-make-ya-feel-the-wrong-things.

I cannot stop it if you think you're funny when I'm mad.
Holding back all the bile so I feel bad.
Gonna be the guy who laughs at your funeral.
Can't understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will.
I have a tendency to fight for what I believe.
I have a history of getting people hurt.

>"It's been one week since you looked at me."
>"Dropped your arms to your sides."
>"and said."
...I'm sorry.
>"Five days since I laughed at you and said."
>"You just did just what I knew you were gonna do."
>"Three days hidden in your room."
>"I realized we're both to blame,"
>"but what could I do?"
>"Yesterday I just smiled with glee."
>"Cause this will be the day that we start our "story"."
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>"Cause this will be the day that we start our "story"."
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>"Cause this will be the day that we start our "story"."
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[spoiler]CrUsH HeR CrAnIuM, Or ShE'Ll CoMe BaCk A ZoMbIe...[/spoiler]

>You feel Fluttershy's lips connects with yours as the grand finale ends.
>Pulling away, she pants fiercely, basking in the glow of her "victory".
>Being able to keep up with your mad lyrics meant she wasn't sucked away from your presence, and since it'd be a while before another "encore" starts, you were at her mercy.
>As the background music comes to a slow stop, your mind is finally released from the aggravating musical curse, coming back to your senses just in time to feel Fluttershy swallow up your dick with her lower lips instead.
>As Fluttershy starts thrusting down on your meat stick, she doesn't notice the sudden glint of evil burning clarity return to your eyes, the only tell tale hint at the knife you had concealed up your sleeve.
>Feeling her slide up and down, she doesn't see your malicious grin as she closes her eyes and rests her head on your shoulder.
>Listening to her coos echoing in your ear, with one swift motion you feel the ropes around your wrists silently fall to the ground.
>Leaning in, you softly whisper a rhyme of your own into her ear instead.
~This is the day that you'll say you're sorry!~

THE END.