[Flutters][FR, Clop] The Numbers Game, Part Apples (Fourth)


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                                            "[Flutters][FR, Clop] The Numbers Game, Part Apples (Fourth)"

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                                            >You Usain Bolt up the stairs.

                                            >Once you reach the ground floor you start doing the

                                            >"oh-shit-I-woke-up-late-and-now-I-have-to-get-to-work-or-get-fired" shuffle with your pants.

                                            >You put your right foot in.

                                            >You pull your right foot out.

                                            >You put your right foot in and you struggle all about.

                                            >Spike is still arranging books on the shelves.

                                            >He turns to you in moderate concern. "You okay there, [Anon?] What did you and Twi do down there anyway?"

                                            >There it is again. Even though you just came and you're clearly in refraction, the sound of your name stirs your member.

                                            >As if running and putting on pants wasn't difficult enough.

                                            We just talked with our lower mouths is all.

                                            >Spike looks confused. "Lower mouths?"

                                            >You're hopping to the door, pant armor nearly donned.

                                            Oh yeah, you should ask her about it some time. It's a lot of fun.

                                            >That should buy you some time if Twilight decides to come looking for you.

                                            Well Spike, I better go. It was great seeing you and all that...

                                            >You put the finishing touches on your belt and dart out the door, slamming it behind you.

                                            >The tree shakes from the force of the slam and a few of the library's books fall from their shelves.

                                            >"Yeah... Real great..." Spikes huffs and starts putting the books back where they belong.

                                            >Outside you take a deep breath.

                                            >You better keep moving.

                                            >Twilight wouldn't be long and you were pretty sure she'd read more than her fair share of mating ritual books.


                                            >You shudder at the thought and start power walking blindly in a direction.

                                            >You would've been running, trying to put as much distance between yourself and Twilight as possible, but...

                                            >You wanted to try to be as inconspicuous as you could.

                                            >Every single pony on the street was one word away from being immediately demoted to worst pony.

                                            >It was like starting a Minesweeper game with 999 problems.

                                            >But fucking a horse ain't one.

                                            >Think. Think. Think.

                                            >Wasn't there something you could do?

                                            >Or somep0ny who could help you?

                                            >Twilight said that magic can't help, so Rarity and even the princesses are most likely out of the picture.

                                            Only a potion can counter-act a potion, huh?

                                            >You mumble to yourself, oblivious to your surroundings.

                                            Wait... then that means...

                                            >You've managed to walk to what is more-or-less considered the center of P0nyville.

                                            >You exclaim, cocking your arm to the side and pointing to the sky:

                                            Of course! Zecora!

                                            >Some of the nearby p0nies turn in your direction and give you quizzical looks.

                                            >"[Anon,] are you doing alright?"

                                            >A shiver wiggles its way throughout your body.

                                            >Oh no.

                                            >Alfredo detonation in t-minus potato...


                                            Oh yeah... I'm fine... I'm just... late for something...

                                            >"You sure [Anon?]"

                                            >You cringe and ball your fist, trying to suppress your physical reaction.

                                            Yes Lyra, I'm fine. Thank you, but I should really be going.

                                            >You start making your way towards the Everfree Forest.

                                            >Unfortunately, it's quite a walk from the center of town.

                                            >As you pass by familiar faces, they smile and greet you.

                                            >"Hiya [Anon]"

                                            >"[Anon], what's up?"

                                            >"In a hurry, [Anon?]"

                                            >Each time you wave them off, doing your best not to slow your pace as a result of your growing rod.

                                            >"Great to see you, [Anon!]"

                                            >"Hey [Anon,] we still on for cider at the Watering Hole later?"

                                            >"Oooooh! [Anon!] Wanna come inside and try my new cupcakes?"

                                            >Your body is seizing up from all of the firing neurons.

                                            >It's begging for release.

                                            >Every step you take is excruciating.

                                            Not... now... Pinkie...

                                            >"Okie dokie , Lokie..." she says as she bounds off.

                                            >Thank Celestia she didn't use your name.

                                            >Never in your life have you appreciated Pinkie's quirks more than that moment.

                                            >But seriously...

                                            >Damn this magical horsey land.

                                            >You've never hated friendly neighbors as much as you do right now.


                                            >Eventually, you make it to the edge of the Everfree.

                                            >Holy shit.

                                            >You may be as horny as a male rabbit accidentally placed in the females' cage but...

                                            >You're cognizant enough to see that this place was way more terrifying than they made it out to be in the show.

                                            >You gulp and tentatively enter the maze of trees.

                                            >At least it's daylight.

                                            >You'll have to remember to ask Twilight to send ol' Sunny D a letter of appreciation for you.

                                            >If you ever get to the point where you can talk to her again.

                                            >Or if you ever get out of this place.

                                            >You realize that you've been walking long enough that you can't tell where you're going and where you've been.

                                            >Come to think of it, you never even knew where exactly Zecora lived in the Everfree anyway...

                                            God damnit, brain. What are you doing up there?

                                            >Back at Brain Corp.

                                            >More fire.

                                            >Just fire everywhere.

                                            >The boss just flings his hands over his head and paperwork whips about in the air.

                                            >"Fuck it! Just put Dick in charge. I quit!"

                                            >You hear the faint sound of a door slam in the recesses of your mind and jolt back to the situation at hand.


                                            Fuck. Well, what do I do now?

                                            >As if in response, your member perks up and your jeans shift ever so slightly.

                                            >You reel from the motion, the aphrodisiac's effects kicking in once more.

                                            >After your body settles back down somewhat, you decide to continue forward.

                                            >But your dick has other plans.

                                            >It starts pulling to the left in your pants.

                                            What the-?

                                            >The farther forward you go, the more your dick turns, until it's practically hugging your thigh.

                                            >You groan in annoyance.

                                            >Fucking potions.

                                            >Fucking getting lost.

                                            >Fucking Cheerilee.

                                            >Fucking Twilight.

                                            >What the fuck else can go wrong?

                                            >In your desperation, you address your penis.

                                            What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you trying to lead me somewhere?

                                            >To your utter disbelief, you feel the head of your cock shift up and down.

                                            >You stand in place, shocked and silent for a moment.

                                            Did you... Did you just nod?

                                            >The motion repeats itself.

                                            >Well, you've gone off the deep end.

                                            >Your penis has gained sentience and is in self-preservation mode.

                                            >You're lost anyway, might as well give it a shot.

                                            >You follow your cock compass and somehow miraculously end up at Zecora's hut.

                                            >Apparently dick compasses always point to poon.


                                            >"It's been quite a while since [Anon] last, I did see."

                                            >"What brings you to this part of the Everfree?"

                                            >By this point, you've been built up so much by the trigger phrase that you're dribbling pre-cum.

                                            >But at least you aren't blacking out like before.

                                            >Maybe you're building up some kind of tolerance or something.

                                            >Fuck, you hope not.

                                            >That's going to be a disaster once... if this problem ever gets sorted out.

                                            Zecora, please try not to say my name again.

                                            >"I can see that your mind and body are quite sore."

                                            >"But to not speak your name? Whatever for?"

                                            Cheerilee gave me a powerful aphrodisiac that is phrase activated. I went to Twilight for help, but...

                                            >Your eyes narrow and you scowl.

                                            She just told me that magic can't fix the effects of a potion and then she added my name to the activation list.

                                            >Zecora nods in understanding. "What the purple pony said is not wrong."

                                            >"However, the duration of a potion is not long."

                                            >You grin and hug the striped p0ny.

                                            >But then your smile turns to a frown.

                                            So you can't cure me of the effects?

                                            >Zecora shakes her head.

                                            >You hang your head and mutter in the direction of your crotch.

                                            Great... What am I going to do about this until then?

                                            >Zecora follows your gaze and blushes lightly.

                                            >"Please do not think it rude of me, but..."

                                            >"Is has been quite a while since my last rut."


                                            >At this, your cock somehow manages to shoot up even straighter than before.

                                            >It was like the class bell just rang on a Friday.

                                            >And the first one out the door got a diamond horse.

                                            >Even though Penis has pretty much been promoted to head honcho, you can still hear slivers of conscience in your head.

                                            Look Zecora... That's really nice of you. And I appreciate the offer. Really, I do...

                                            >Do. Do. Do it.

                                            But you're a pony and I'm a human. And besides, the potion only allows Cheerilee and Twilight to actually get me off.

                                            >Zecora smirks and saunters over to a table with a familiar looking book resting on it.

                                            >She carries it over to you and flips it open.

                                            >It's the same as the book Twilight showed you.

                                            >"I am familiar with the potion of which you speak."

                                            >"With a few more ingredients, it could receive a minor tweak."

                                            >"With a twig of capron and a berry of lum,"

                                            >"It could be made so that for me, you'll cum."

                                            That's nice Zecora, but...

                                            >Doitdoitdoitdoitdoit.

                                            >You gulp.

                                            But you're still a pony.

                                            >She simply smiles and turns the page.

                                            >She points a hoof at one of the figures.

                                            >"You see, that was already a part of my plan."

                                            >"I can modify this recipe to make me temporarily human."

                                            >"News about this potion you will adore."

                                            >"Ingredients for the human potion, I need no more."

                                            Well, I... I...

                                            >YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS.

                                            >Your head is too fuzzy to argue.

                                            Okay... Let's do it.

                                            >Zecora gives you a map with the locations of the ingredients she needs for the first potion and you head out.


                                            >You reach the first area marked on the map.

                                            >Fuck, you really wish that your brain was working well enough to remember how freaky the forest was.

                                            >You could have asked Zecora to come with you.

                                            >Oh well, it's too late now.

                                            >Besides, she's brewing up the human transformation potion...

                                            >Honestly, you're surprised you're able to think at all.

                                            >You double-check the picture of the ingredient that you need and locate it quickly.

                                            >One down, one to go.

                                            >You check your map.

                                            >The second ingredient isn't even that far from where you are.

                                            >You'll be rid of this infernal boner in no time.

                                            >And not a moment too soon.

                                            >You never knew how difficult it was to walk with a raging boner until now.

                                            >You mean, you've had some experience.

                                            >Lonely nights, house to yourself.

                                            >You'd throw on some Old Time Rock and Roll and slide around your house in your socks.

                                            >Like that Guitar Hero commercial.

                                            >Except you totally did it first.

                                            >Anyway, the point is that you'd always been naked when sporting your boner at home.

                                            >Pants completely change the playing field.

                                            >Come to think of it...

                                            >You know what?

                                            >Fuck pants.

                                            >You tear them off and throw them and your boxers on the forest floor.


                                            >Not a second passes after you've removed your denim shield before you hear a rustling among some nearby trees.

                                            >Oh fuck.

                                            >You tense up and clutch at your discarded clothes.

                                            >Something WOULD attack you when you're feeling most vulnerable.

                                            >Your adrenaline starts to pump and you dart into some nearby bushes.

                                            >After several moments of your heart attempting to escape your chest, you no longer hear anything.

                                            >You peek out of the bush and look left and right.

                                            >There's nothing.

                                            >Oh wait.

                                            >You take another look at the ingredient pictures.

                                            >The lum berry!

                                            >Nice.

                                            >You separate the berry from the bush and grin.

                                            Everything's coming up Milhouse.

                                            >You begin to walk back in the direction of Zecora's when...

                                            >There's a sharp pain at the back of your head and you collapse forward.

                                            >The last thing you see as your eyes close are two pairs of yellow hooves.

                                            >And the last thing you hear:

                                            >"Oh my, [Anon.] You look hurt. Mama better take you home and fix you up."

                                            >And then...

                                            >Darkness.


                                            >You wake later with blurred vision and a pounding headache.

                                            >You groan and start to sit up.

                                            >But you can't.

                                            >You can't even move your head.

                                            >Your other head, however, seems to be just fine.

                                            >He's still straight as an arrow, unfazed by your obvious peril.

                                            >It's almost like he's mocking you.

                                            >He's free and you aren't.

                                            >Whatever, now's not the time.

                                            >You look around as much as you can, trying to get your bearings.

                                            >Okay.

                                            >You're in a bed.

                                            >Two large windows to your right.

                                            >Vines entangled in the rafters above.

                                            >A few birdhouses hang from the ceiling.

                                            >And your arms, legs, and head are strapped to the bed with gauze.

                                            >Lots of gauze.

                                            >You remember seeing Fluttershy just before you fell unconscious.

                                            >You breathe a sigh of relief.

                                            >If there was any mare who could help, it was Banana Hush.

                                            >As if she were telepathic, Fluttershy struts into the room wearing a nurse outfit.

                                            >"Oh [Anon,] I'm so glad you're okay. I was so worried when I found you lying on the ground."

                                            >You cringe at your name.

                                            Yeah... how did you get there so fast?

                                            >"Oh, I was just... you know..." Her sentence trails off into mumbling.

                                            And why I am strapped down to the bed?

                                            >Damn brain, you're getting really good at this "thinking-while-horny" stuff.

                                            >And while you're at it, isn't there something you should be remembering right now?

                                            >Oh yes. There is.

                                            >Before you got knocked out, you saw more than just Fluttershy's legs.

                                            >You also saw...

                                            >A thick tree branch hitting the ground next to her.


                                            Fluttershy... Did you... knock me out?

                                            >She hides behind her mane. "Oh... umm... yes."

                                            >You can feel your rage building up.

                                            >Like someone just dropped a Mentos in your body-Pepsi.

                                            >But you've been so good about struggling through your arousal, why not try frustration as well?

                                            >You calm down and sincerely ask:

                                            Why in Equestria would you do that?

                                            >"Oh... Well... Because, umm... I want t-to... be with you, [Anon...]" She whimpers and averts her gaze.

                                            >You'd be daaawing right now if you weren't so confused.

                                            >Or hard.

                                            >The latter being a fact that Fluttershy has picked up on.

                                            >"And I can see that you want me, too." She places a hoof to your tip.

                                            >You writhe from the sensation, letting out a loud groan.

                                            >Parts of your body temporarily shut down from the quasi-orgasm, including your mouth.

                                            >Fluttershy takes your response as a sign of acceptance and climbs onto the bed and on top of you.

                                            >You can feel her dripping mare juices falling along your leg and thighs as she crawls up.

                                            >You open your mouth to protest.

                                            >To tell her that she's wrong.

                                            >To tell her about your predicament.

                                            >But it's no use.

                                            >It refuses to cooperate.

                                            >You can only watch in horror as Fluttershy removes her panties.

                                            >They're coated with her sexual secretions.

                                            >You feel even more dripping onto your pelvis and balls.

                                            >C'mon mouth! Work damnit!

                                            >Your jaw quivers in its attempt.

                                            >Almost there!

                                            Fl- Fl-

                                            >Go go go!

                                            Fluttershy, I-

                                            >Yes! Finally!

                                            >Unfortunately, your open mouth is greeted with Fluttershy's newly-shed underwear as she stuffs them in.


                                            >"Don't worry, [Anon.] You don't have to tell me. I know this is your fetish."

                                            >Fluttershy smiles and begins to rub her wet folds along your erect shaft.

                                            >If you could cum right now, you'd fill the fucking aquarium at Sea World.

                                            >Instead, you just spasm and your mind shorts out again.

                                            >Fluttershy moans as she slides awkwardly against your member, wings erect.

                                            >"Oh, [Anon!] I'm cu-cumming." she whinnies and you feel her juices pool between your legs.

                                            >You scream into the cloth panties, overflowing with unobtainable desire.

                                            >"Don't worry, I'm going to make you feel good too."

                                            >Another scream is muffled by the underwear.

                                            >She can't.

                                            >She can only drive you further insane.

                                            >She lifts her body directly over your shaft.

                                            >Your eyes widen.

                                            >You keep trying to convey to her somehow that this is wrong.

                                            >She's supposed to be good with animals, right?

                                            >She's supposed to know what they're thinking, right?

                                            >What they need...

                                            >When they're in trouble...

                                            >But it's futile.

                                            >She lowers herself onto your cock and your senses fry.

                                            >Your body is doing everything it can to make you cum.

                                            >But you can't.

                                            >You feel your mind slipping.

                                            >You might die here...

                                            >Raped to death by a yellow p0ny...

                                            >You're about to resign yourself to your fate when suddenly...

                                            >Fluttershy's body seizes up and slumps off of your shaft.

                                            >"A lot of fun Fluttershy was having, it seems."

                                            >"But now it's time for her to have sweet dreams."

                                            >In the bedroom doorway is Zecora in a human's body with a blowgun.

                                            >You black out again.