Fluttershy Mind Fucks Anon: Part 5

>You lose all tension in your body as you realise she had you going there for nothing.
>And all hope that she’ll be able to help you at all.
>Your displeasure is obvious.
>”Oh cheer up, Anon! I’m sure you’ll figure out the solution to your problem soon enough. Until then, have one of my zap apple cupcakes!”
>She very graciously stuffs one in your mouth.
>You’re sure it’d be delicious if you weren’t choking.
>You manage anyway, thank Pinkie for what little help she provided, tell her she may need a towel, and slink off into the square again.
>Fluttershy is loving this.
>”Oh hehe! I can have all the fun I want with you now, Anon! I can guess your fetish without having to go through the effort of setting it up every day now!”
>She flutters in front of you in heavy leather bondage gear, riding crop in hoof.
>”It’s so easy now! I can even take a look see what it is for my self... But that would be cheating, wouldn’t it! Hehehe!”
“WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT UP!”
>Fluttershy is stunned, hooves clasped across her mouth in shock.
>Not at your outburst.
>But that you did it in such a public place.
>Everp0ny is staring at you right now, giving you really nasty looks.
>Especially that cream bitch that always hangs around with Lyra. She’s looking especially indignant.
>You try hard to stop the spaghetti from welling up in your pockets, but you fail.
>You keep your head down and start moving to Twilight’s.
>Before you get there though, and orange hoof wrestles you into a nearby back alley.
>From the brute strength associated with it, you’d wager it belongs to none other than...
>”Anon! What in the hay d’ya think yer doin’?”
>Applejack.
>”Y’wanna explain t’me who in Equestria y’were hollerin’ to out there?”
“Fluttershy, Applejack. She’s been following me all day.”
>Speaking of which, she’s been laughing her ass off since we got out of the square.
>”Fluttershy? Thar aint nopony round here by the name of Fluttershy. What’s gotten into yew?”
>Again, another friend with no recollection of Fluttershy. Looks like you’re on your own with this one, Anon.
“It’s fine, Applejack. It doesn’t matter. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. I’m going to Twilight’s for some answers.”
>”Jest as well. Ah was gonna see to it that you’d speak to somep0ny with some sense. Else I’d’ve knocked it into ya. Ah’ve gotta get back to mah stall now. Take care, Anon.”
“You too, Applejack.”
>You calmly wave her off, spaghetti receding into your pockets as you poke your head out of the alley.
>You walk briskly, keeping your head down, with your sights set straight on Twilight’s library.
>You don’t bother knocking on the door. It’s the middle of the day, and frankly you’re a bit exasperated to care about most of your actions.
>You slam the door of the library open, making Spike jump and drop a stack of books that were currently in transit.
“Oh, uh. Sorry Spike.”
>”It’s ok... It’s not like I had enough cleaning to do anyway... I just hope Twilight doesn’t make me sleep in the basement again because of this...”
>Yeesh, the little guy’s pretty whipped. You sure wouldn’t like to be in his position.
>Anyway, while he’s free, he can help you.
“Spike, I need any books you have on dementia and psychosis.”
>”sigh-what now?”
>Ugh, this is why you don’t leave an 8 year old to manage a library.
“Crazy p0nies, Spike. Get me all the books you can on that.”
>It takes about 15 minutes, but Spike brings you all your reading material.
>Fluttershy occupies herself by rubbing on your leg.
>You make a mental note to disinfect, amputate and burn that leg when you’re done with all of this.
>You’re just glad Twilight was out. She might have stuck her snout in where you didn’t want it to be.
“Thanks, Spike. One more thing...”
>”*sigh* Yes?”
“Do you know a p0ny named Fluttershy?”
>”Fluttershy? Course I do. She came in here a couple of days ago looking for books on mind control.”>...
>What did he just say?
“What?! Spike, tell me. Can you see Fluttershy?”
>”What, right now? No. Why do you ask?”
>Thank whatever gods run this place, whether it be Celestia, Luna or Discord, you’re not crazy!
>But whatever is going on is only affecting you.
>You drop all the books you were about to take out, and dash to the door.
“Thanks, Spike! You’ve been of more help to me than you could ever know. If it weren’t gay paedophilic beastiality, I’d kiss you!”
>”Eww...!”
>You run out of the library, leaving a whirlwind of scattered pages in your wake.
>Next stop:
>Fluttershy’s cottage.



>”And guess who gets to clean all this up.”
>A very disgruntled dragon gets his dustpan and brush out in Ponyville.