(FR) Cussershy

prose: http://www.fimfiction.net/story/307540/27/fluttershy-wants-in-your-pants/cussershy

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>The ceiling fan spins slowly above you, laying on the floor of your living room.
>The blades set you at ease, hypnotizing in their motions.
>Every day, it's something else.
>Every day, it's the same.
>Every day she's the same, but brings something else.
>The rhythmic three knocks on the door force you to close your eyes, breaking the trance.
>Fluttershy.
>Surely enough, it was another ruthless attack to learn of your fetish, in hopes that if she could please you, it would be the surefire way to your heart.
>It's utterly ridiculous, to say the least.
>Rising to your feet, you stretch your arms and take a deep breath, rubbing your eyes with a curled hand.
>Placing a hand on the door knob, you wonder what in the world will make all of this finally end?
>When would life go to some sort of sense of normality for you?
>When will this period of Fluttershy's attempt to your heart end?
>Wasn't this getting old?
>Hasn't basically everything already been done?
>What could possibly happen that would be new and inventive?
>Would there be a day when this world, and a simpler Equestria might be one of the same?
>You turn the door and glance down at the familiar yellow face, wearing a bright smile, beaming up with you with her cool, cyan eyes.
>The familiar wave of pity washes over you, and you can't help but feel nervous at the first words out of your mouth.
"Morning, Fluttershy."
>"Good Morning, Anon! How are you?"
>Her bouncy voice is happy to see you, just like any other day, but you are already preparing yourself for the oncoming storm.
"I'm uh. Okay. How are you."
>She scrunches her face and takes a deep breath.
>"I..."
>She shakes her head and looks down at the ground.
>"You can do this Fluttershy," she whispers to herself.
>Fluttershy raises her head to you, resolute, and opens her mouth.
>"I'm really... p-peeved!"
>You stare at her.
>"Yeah, that's right. You heard me. Peeved!"
"Uhm. Okay."
>"A-are curse words your fetish, Anon?" she asks.
>Your mouth opens, and she clears her throat again.
>"Cause if they are... I'm.... I'm going to ride your -plot-."
>She blushes and looks at the ground, digging a hoof into your doorstep.
"I. uh."
>"And if... if it isn't. Well I don't give a -heck-! I'd really like a -frickin'- answer!"
>You place a hand to your mouth, snickering to yourself.
"Wow, Fluttershy, what language!" you say in mock offended tone. "I had no idea you could have such a potty mouth."
>Her face lights up as she searches her voice for any more words.
>"I. uhm. Shoot! You butt-head! I don't give a fudge about what I say. I just want to know if you like it, you son of a gun!"
>You shake your head with a wide smile, loving how adorably naive this little pegasus is.
"I'm sorry, Fluttershy. But that's not my fetish. You'll just have to try again."
>Fluttershy groans, then stomps a hoof.
>"Fucking hell. You son of a Bitch. I'm going to fucking destroy you and rape you where you stand, you bastard. I will shit fury down your throat and make your life a living hell. A place where cunts like you can get their limp pencil dicks off to-"
>She glances back up at you, and your jaw hangs on the floor.
>"None those words either?" she asks.
>You remain silent.
>"Drat. Oh well. I'll see you tomorrow, Anon!"
>Fluttershy spreads her wings and takes off into the sky, leaving you alone.
>Your hand falls off the door knob and down to your side.
>Well.
>That just happened.
>What the fuck?