Flutterrape - Tinfoil Trouble (Archive 2015)


                                            >day helter skelter in Equestria

                                            >wandering down the streets

                                            >singing to yourself

                                            "I love little girls, they make me feel so pretty..."

                                            >suddenly, a bright light tears at your eyes

                                            >what the—

                                            >you shield your face, and peer into the brightness

                                            >oh shit, not her

                                            >Fluttershy stands there in your path

                                            >covered in...

                                            >tinfoil?

                                            >the fuck?

                                            >"O-Oh hello, Anon," she says softly, smiling at you with lidded eyes

                                            >at least, that's what you assume, because she has dark tinted glasses concealing her large peepers

                                            >"Do you like it?"

                                            >you stare at her, jaw dropped

                                            >"Are government conspiracies your fetish, Anon?"

                                            >oh fuck

                                            >they totally are

                                            >you can feel yourself growing hot, and it wasn't only because of the tinfoil-reflected light baking you alive

                                            >your pants tighten as you imagine just how protected from satellite beams Fluttershy must be right now

                                            >you glance up at her once more

                                            >you see that her shades have fallen off

                                            >and a look of utter contempt from the yellow pony meets you

                                            "Uh..."

                                            >"Really, Anon? Really?"

                                            "W-Well..."

                                            >"There is something very wrong with you, mister!"

                                            >she spins around before you can do anything to stop her

                                            >and her hooves buck right into your erection and testicles

                                            >you fall backwards, pain coursing through you body as your abused genitals throb in agony

                                            >laying on the ground, you twitch and tweak, drooling slightly as you seize

                                            >Fluttershy walks over to you slowly, the crinkle of tinfoil meshing together accompanied by beams of light dappling the areas all around her

                                            >she leans down close

                                            >her breath in your ear

                                            >"Jet fuel can't melt steel beams, Anon."

                                            >you cum instantly