[FlutterRape & FSoY] Some Wrtiefag’s Blues

>You are FiftyShadesofYellow, and you just finally arrived home from another long day, and desire to rest on something soft
>The bed, couch, a blanket on the floor will do for all you can give a shit
>As you insert your keys, turn the doorknob and enter you humble abode
>Tossing your backpack aside and taking off your shoes, you stretch and set the keys on the nearest table and start to head for the couch
>”Hello, Fifty”
>The lights go on; a yellow p0ny lays on the couch with a glazed look
>She just looks at you
>Exhausted and in a tiresome layout coursing through your body, you just stand there, looking at her
“Hey, Shy”
>She sways her hoof across the couch,
>”So, it’s been quite a while that we’ve done anything,"
>and then pats it, demanding for you to sit next to her
>”Tell me, why is that?”
>You let out a firm sigh, and walk over to her direction
“It’s just… so many things are going on lately.”
>“Oh? Go on; why you can’t take care of sweet little me.”
>You sit right beside her on the couch, due to of her dictatorial order
“It’s the end of the school year and so much is being tossed at me. Events, friends, family, all of it is just piling up! I can’t just go to work on the computer every day, making a new story of random things wherein “you” try to get this poor fellow pants down!”
>She lowers her head and brings it back up to show a downcast face
>”Well… remember, you’re the writer… so in some way, it’s YOUR pants, not his.”
>Fuck, I can’t believe she implied that
>”And besides, these are for the boss herself, not me. I’m just here to watch you, to inspire you.”
>You clench your hands and arch your neck to look at the floor, wondering on how you got into this position in the first place
“I know, she may needs to wait, just like you”
>As you bring your head up, she has a concerned look written across her face
>”How long until we see some progress from you?”
>Rubbing your neck as you ponder your thoughts, you come to an estimate on when there’s a possibility that something will get done
>For now, may want to distract her with something
“Well, I have some good ideas and stories, but they are not going to be used until Hearth's Warming Eve, or Nightmare Night.”
>She gently slams her hoof on the couch, how adorable she can be when she tried to be assertive… sometimes
>”I wasn’t asking for delays, I was asking on what I can get, and they better be soon.”
>Damn, not exactly the best subject, better drag someone down with you
“How about that monkey that works pretty fast, possibly the priest has something in the vault, or the man that seems to be happy most of the times? Maybe that guy who eats a shit-ton of burritos a day?”
>The mustard colored mare is now expressing the infamous “are you fucking serious” face, you know that wasn’t much of a valiant effort
>”They already have their fair share and already have their own problems. Besides, my concern is you. Not only because it’s my job and that we’re partners, but also I am actually quite worried”
>Damn, she’s finding great loop holes! I guess it’s time to admit defeat
“OK, fine. I can get a story up, but it won’t be until for…”
>Those big, deep blue anticipated eyes… it just grows as you try to conclude the sentence
“3 days to a week?”
>She shakes her head, full of disappointment
>”I’m sorry, I can’t allow that.”
>Full of rage and a dropped beat, you fall back to the couch
>The mare still lies there, giving you the evil eye
>It fills you with fear and all you need is deliverance from this
>Seems like it’s time to beg, the one thing that really hasn’t been the best resort
>Hoping off the couch and kneeling to her, you plead for more time
>Hell, you even resort to whimpering in the process
>A pitiful exhale is given to you during this time of grieving and pleading
>”OK… I’ll see with what I can do”
>You get up, feeling so much bliss and relief of her response; you cuddle her with all of your power
>She struggles and demands to be released, how cute
>As you obey the command, she gives off a rosy tint
>”But…”
>Terrified on what the circumstances are, you dilate your eyes with a quick escalation of heart rate
>”I need you to do a favor for me”
>Assuming it won’t be too bad, you feel confident
>Just in sheer will it won’t be regrettable
“Sure, what do you need?”
>The pink blur twirls her hair and looks down
>”I… I just….”
>You comfort her by getting close and brushing her hair
”Hey. Come on, it can’t be that bad, go ahead and tell me”
>She slowly raises her head, with an amorous stare
>“I… w…  want you t-to… do the t… things that Anon… did in the s-stories”
>A strong weight has arrived, now much more heavier than the last
“O-oh… Uh… A-are you sure there’s nothing else you want? May be a veggie burger?”
>The shaking of her head has you stuck in a conundrum
“But Shy, you know how I am. I’ve never done it, and I don’t plan to now”
>She brings back that scowling look, much more threatening than the last
>”The same with me. I’ve never done it when I was created, and the others are calling me names just because of that. I want it to end”
>Cowering in a cloak of shame, you’re still developing a counter argument to this wretched favor
”But… why? It’s nothing special. Intercourse isn’t really as hyped up to be as it’s suggested by everyone”
>Oh fuck man, you fell into that one
>”By everyone… and how would you know? You’re as inexperienced as me!”
>Welp, there’s that fucking nuke, wiping out everything on that idea
>”You know, if you’re not going to give it to me voluntarily, we may as well turn this into a full on story that you work for”
>With no hesitation, she tackles you without a single warning
>It seems to be super affective
>Struggling for freedom isn’t much of a choice here
>She may be small, but she makes up for that by being strong as a bulked up wrestler that’s been training for this moment
>”Come on… stop squirming and this will be easier for both of us”
>She lowers herself and grabs your legs
>Now you just flop around like a fish, praying for water to return to its gills
>The yellow threat drags you off of the couch resulting you to slam straight into the hard, marble floor
>It leaves you into a brief daze
>Possibly pleading could still work
>May as well do so, the options here are extremely limited
“Can’t we just snuggle, like we do every night? You always love that!”
>She slowly drags you, short-winded of the struggle that was briefly attempted
>”I do, it keeps me very close to you. But I want to be even closer; I just want to try something different. Besides, both of us are pretty tense from everything and this may be a great release… and I don’t just mean that figuratively”
>The tension heightens as the door to your bedroom is in view, down a small hallway
"Please don't! This is unnatural, unethical, even unorthodox!"
>She abruptly stop and looks at you with a smirk
>"For me... it feels... nice"
>No... no, no, no
>You should have prepared for this
>Where she came from, who her founder was, her damn roots
>Her origins are true, and they are already being proven right now
>Your bright yellow jailer turns back around and continues the seemingly endless walk
"Look, I know there is some feelings being tossed around, but this is too much! Can't we take things slowly?"
>Another unexpected stop is made
>She tilts her head, and turns to you with a face that you haven't seen her express
>It was sorrowful, true sadness was given
>It even appears that her eyes are starting to release the waterworks
>"You barely did any quality time with me! I've been throwing myself ever since we were paired up, and you never acknowledge them! Every time I make a move, you just push me aside and say that you're busy with something, even when you're just doing practically nothing!"
>Tears are starting to form, and drop slowly

>Brief flashbacks flow through you, remembering those times that she asked for some affection.
>When you were writing a story, she tried to get under the desk, but you would just kick her away.
>When studying she would gently rub your thigh or lick your neck, ending up the same result of pushing her away.
>Even when you try to sleep, she gets under the covers and tries to remove your sleeping wear. All you can do is shuffle around, pretending that a nightmare is running in your dreams. This would happen at a minimum of 8 times in one night she would attempt to remove your clothing. The most in one night was 27, however she never had any hints after, you'll never know

>"Every time that I'm left alone or get rejected, I go to a nice spot and make a quick rub. And every time I do so, all I can imagine is you. I even tried to go through your phone or computer to get this unhealthy feeling out by looking at someone else, but you're still there!"
>Unsettled and bothered, all you can do is pause before you can speak
"Wh... where would you do this?"
>Her pupils shrink, and shift her eyes to multiple directions
>"I... I j-just... well, when you're here, I always do so in the shower, since there is so much... you, laying around all over the place. When your out, I do so wherever there is a strong scent somewhere. The couch, your chair, many times on the bed, basically places where you stay at the most. But your clothes hamper..."
>A dripping sound is clearly heard
>You look over and see her marehood is leaking fluids
>A rosiness flows through her cheeks
>She drools and seems to be in some sort of trance
"Uh... FlutterShy?"
>She violently shakes her head and clears her throat in a cute manner
>"Back to the matter. All I want... actually... what I NEED is you."
>The weight has been shifted with a cluster fuck of guilt, knowing this is all your fault
>But, sadly, you still have your standards, not on the fact of a Technicolor p0ny, but you're happy to be abstinent
"Shy. Please, can't I just give you a rub? I will even eat you out! Or, you can finally give that..."
>You give a hard gulp
"You can suck my fella?"
>She seems a little enlightened and wipes her tears away
>”That… that sounds nice”
>She took it, seems like you’re saved for another day
>”Still, I’ve waited for so long, and I demanded some attention multiple times throughout these couple of weeks. I am getting the full pleasure package to compensate for it”
>So fucking close! Seems like the clean streak ends here...
>She opens the door, everything goes silent
>All you can hear is the dripping from her ponut and her hooves now trampling
>You're violently tossed to the bed
>Shaking on what will happen next
>As if you don't know already
>The sun colored mare walks towards your Fleshies
>"You would always use these imposers instead of using me! A fake skin in a can? May as well cut a hole in a watermelon and use that"
>In fear of what she may do to them, you plead for her to get away from the table
"I need those! They're all I have left!"
>She briefly gives you an irritated look and kicks the table over
>And tramples on the table, crunching and smashing what was a shrine of nice, silicone that kept you pleased on hard times
>"Now I'M all that you have left..."
>All that you can do is watch in horror
>Everything that is keeping your sanity is slowly drifting away
>Stuttershy takes a sweet time to walk towards the bed
>"Now... I know that everything is changing in a fast pace,"
>You stay idle as she removes the articles of clothing, first your pants
>"But do not worry,"
>Then your shirt
>"If you learn to enjoy it,"
>Now both of your socks
>"It will pass by nicely."
>And finally, your boxers
'Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts'
>Your buddy barely follows your order, as the cotton candy colored mane gets on top of you
>"So, still fighting against your destiny? Nice try, sweetie"
>The chub now enters something warm, moist
>Even regrettably thinking, nice
>You can't help but have the tension get to him, and extends to a fair mass
>"There's my long awaited prize! And at a good start, too!"
>She flaps her wings and levitates right above your traitor of a friend
>At a steady pace, she lowers herself
>Both of you sweat at the anticipation when the most sanctity pieces make first contact
>The tip roughly enters the crypt of your rapist
>The rest roughly glides on
>"Mmph, q-quite harder than I t-thought it w...would be"
>A slight red texture exits her, and drips onto you
>Popped cherry, more or less... just terrific
>Roughly half an hour it has been since the first collision of man and mare
>The atmosphere of the room is now heating and stuffy
>"Yes! Oh my, yes!"
>Shortly after, she hits the point of climax
>The flow of the mare's juice flows gracefully on your still entrapped connector
>It can't help but burst after her
>As you launch your sugar juice into her, something in you is lost
>The glue of your sanity is now melted
>And burrowed inside her
>Seems like all you can do is just make an acceptance
>But not just yet
>She gasps for air, trying to communicate
>"S...so? Wh...was it... nice?"
>Looking her straight in the eye, you force yourself up and slam her on the opposite side of the sleeping material
>"Wh... what are you d-doing?!"
>You pin her down by grabbing her forearms
"You took something of me, even thought you don't have it as well, it still does not make up for it"
>If your plan works, this may be the first and only time that an event like this will ever happen again
>She doesn't even put up a fight, not even struggle
>She just stares at you with vibrant eyes and fighting to smile
>Weird... is this her fantasy? Or she just wants to see where this is going?
>Forget about that, if she wants something, shes going to get it
>Through 3 types of fluids now acting as lubricant, you violently ram her insides
>"Aaah! Pl-please! Go e-easierr!"
>She starts to cry from the pain her insides can barely handle
>The pleads do not affect your lost mind and brutal heart
>You go on, mixing crimson and variations of white liquids with your rock hard dick in her still tight snatch
>Slowly realizing on what you're doing, you slow down on the pace and how far you enter
>This... this is the one beautiful creature that has stand by your side for a couple of weeks, making everything change quite nicely
>And you're harming her, both emotionally and physically
'Sweet Odins Dick, what have I've done'
>You loosen your grip on her
>You fall back down and raise her back on top of you
>She topples on your chest, trying to breathe
"I'm... I'm so sorry for what I've done"
>She combs her hair to the side, and still has those vibrant eyes
>"W... why?"
>You look off to the side, knowing what you've done moments ago
"I... wanted to use this against you"
>The school bus colored mare looks down and back at you
>"I-I'm sorry too... I know you didn't wanted this in the first place, but I wanted to change your mind"
>Here comes that fucking guilt again
"You have now"
>You slowly brush her mane with one hand, and rub her flank with the other
>She gives off lustful eyes
>Seems like she's still in the mood, lovely
>The sweet mare lays her hooves on your chest and pushes away to get back into position, and continues the activity at a slow rhythm
>You both do it not for lust, but rather for happiness
>An hour has passed, and both of you are now resting from a slow, yet satisfying performance
>Both of you are snuggling with one another
>Her head was turned away, but now she shifts it to look at you
>"That was... wonderful"
>You meet up with the turquoise eyes, just gazing into yours
"It sure was... and, if you need it again... please, just ask"
>She gives a small chuckle
>"I will, just... when you come home from now on..."
>You give off a perplexed facial expression
>She acknowledges it, and gives off a small smile
>"...you may want to come home prepared"
>For a moment you question by what she means by "prepared"
>She gives out another hint by patting your pleasure machine
"...Ohh... heh... That's fine, I won't mind at all"
>She gives off a wider smile, and then is followed with a slight kiss on your lips
>You return the brief kiss
>And both of you go into a small rest