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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
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