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Flutterrape Thread Bumpers

By Jchallo8
Created: 13th October 2021 05:55:08 AM
16th October 2021 08:38:24 AM

  1. I had this idea of Anons and Fluttershys hanging out at an interdimensional diner/internet cafe. Thought they would be great thread bumpers.
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  7. >These conversations are starting to become normal in this diner.
  8. >You only have another version of yourself to blame that roped into the Flutterrape multiverse.
  9. >This /co/ fucker invents interdimensional travel, makes a Diner for Anons and Fluttershys to hang out.
  10. >Sophicisticated tech, yet somehow the coffee is shit.
  11. >"It's not fair,"A Fluttershy says, talking your ear off about her Anon liking Trixie. "Why can't you be my Anon? We get along don't we?"
  12. >You rustle your newspaper looking to see the latest unfoldings in other universes.
  13. "Because my Fluttershy is a yandere psychopath that would kill you, it's not my fault I landed in a different Equestria."
  14. >"Can you please file a relocation request? Flutterrape would approve of us."
  15. >You laugh, but internally, you can only scream about the situation.
  16. >All you ever wanted was to get out of Equestria, and you can, only to go to another Equestria. You're forever in this multiverse pocket.
  17. >Your ire starts brewing up, recalling a conversation you had with the Mad Scientist /co/ Anon.
  18. >Fucker would not shut up about Rick and Morty tech and the show itself.
  19. >"Don't you get it Anon? Rick turns himself into a pickle then proceeds to get into vicarious situations or in otherwords, a pickle! Hahahaha! Funniest shit I ever seen!"
  20. >You hate him, but it did open the door to meeting other Fluttershys that aren't hyper-violent like yours.
  21. >This Fluttershy bitching about her Anon liking Trixie is a breath of fresh air.
  22. >"I can take her, she can't be that-"
  23. "Listen, I can't in good conscious have another Anon deal with that demented yellow terrorist. She knows Krav-Maga and can use a butterfly knife likes it's an extension of her body. She's even fucking with magic."
  24. >"A Fluttershy that can do all that?" The look on her face was more intrigue than fear. "I'm sure you keep her at bay somehow."
  25. "I don't. I'm lucky she's interested in her violent hobbies, every few days, she'll show up for some dick, then leaves some baked goods on the kitchen counter."
  26. >"She bakes too?"
  27. "She makes a mean cinnamon roll. And she doesn't drug them as a show of good faith."
  28. >"And you just give her the dick whenever she wants?"
  29. "I didn't at first, til I learned she's surgical with that butterfly knife."
  30. >You lift the front of your dress shirt to show old cuts she inflicted, and point at one cut that's shaped like a heart that was over your heart.
  31. "She did that one to make a point."
  32. >"What point?"
  33. "She said 'toying with my heart is a dangerous game' or some shit."
  34. >Fluttershy tilts her head, shrugging, "well, she's not wrong."
  35. >A cynical chuckle under your breath was almost too loud. You're not even remotely surprised she'd back up your psychopath.
  36. >"How come she never visits here?"
  37. "She's banned because got into a fight with a /k/ommando about which napalm recipe is more efficient."
  38. >Fluttershy puts a hoof on her heart, "you poor thing, no wonder you're almost always here."
  39. >You shrug.
  40. "Eh, bumps the thread."
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  43. "There's no way any Anon will fall for that." You lean over Fluttershy that's at the computer.
  44. >The interdimensional diner is also a bit of an internet cafe on the half of the building.
  45. >"One of them will admit, I just know it."
  46. >You pull a rolling chair to sit next to her.
  47. "I guarantee you literally no one will fall for it."
  48. >She lets her chin rest on a hoof as she refreshes the page.
  49. >You nearly spat out your coffee from seeing the replies and Fluttershy scoffs in disbelief.
  50. >Goddamn these Anons are fucking funny, brutal too.
  51. >"How do they even know?! They can't have known my post was typed by yellow hooves. "
  52. >You study Fluttershy, confused as to why she genuinely believes that her bamboozling should've worked.
  53. >"Another one said I'm on copium medication too. Which isn't true obviously."
  54. "You literally put a Fluttershy flag on your post. What the honest fuck did you expect? Expect more trolling."
  55. >She huff and crosses her arms, and blows some of her mane out of her face.
  56. >"It's not fair, why is it so hard to get Anon dick for us Fluttershys?"
  57. >Another reply pops up when the page refreshed, in spoiler text.
  58. >Fluttershy's eyes lighten up as she hovers her mouse over the spoiler text.
  59. [spoiler]>Trixie is my fetish:^) [/spoiler]
  60. >"Ugh, he's taunting me now!" She gestured a hoof toward the screen. "He'll get what's coming to him."
  61. >She rotates her chair to face you, she looks at the pain in your face.
  62. >"Why do you keep drinking the coffee if it's so terrible?"
  63. "Fuck if I know, shit's not even potent, it's so fucking shit but it's all they have."
  64. >"How's your psychopath Fluttershy by the way?"
  65. "Eh, she's dead."
  66. >Before she can open her mouth, you put your hand up in a calming manner.
  67. "She's practicing necromancy to conquer death, she does that once a month."
  68. >"Oh, good for her, I keep forgetting to sign up for the necromancy classes they have in the basement. Flutterrape is a great teacher."
  69. >A shiver shoots down your spine upon being reminded that Flutterrape is in the vicinity.
  70. >Usually she stays in the basement of the place or meditates in her personal rape dimension that's really just dungeon.
  71. >Fluttershy leans to the computer screen, ready to read another wall of text.
  72. >"Oh wow, this Anon here. He was a navy seal apparently?"
  73. "Don't fall for that, the fuck is wrong with you."
  74. >"Three hundred confirmed kills?! WHY WASNT HE MATCHED WITH YOUR FLUTTERSHY?!"
  75. "Holy fuck you're fucking new. That's copypasta you dum dum."
  76. >Fluttershy rests her face into her hooves, "Why are Anons like this?"
  77. >The intercom overhead starts its static noise then the signal cleared up.
  78.  
  79. >"Ahem,"
  80. >Another shiver runs through your spine when you recognized the voice, it's always soaked in ominous menacing lust. "Will Anon Three-Seven-Six-Three please report to the basement?"
  81. >"Isn't that you?"
  82. "I think so. There are others with that number."
  83. >"That would be the Anon with the variant one psychopathic Fluttershy."
  84. "Yep, that's me."
  85. >Fluttershy grabs your hand with her hooves, "please ask her for a relocation request? We get along so well."
  86. >You snatch your hand from her.
  87. >Other Anons cast a look at you briefly then turn back to their conversation with remarks.
  88. >"Glad I'm not him." Is usually the gist of it.
  89. >When you look down the stairs of the basement, you had to cover your nose.
  90. >It's been a while since you've been down here, it always smells like lavender essential oil covering up the smell of rape stank.
  91. >The stairs creaked as you descended them.
  92. >A single light bulb swings from the ceiling, illuminating only parts of the room it was swinging to.
  93. >Papers with arcane symbols panted in either yellow, pink, or blood surrounded the walls, some papers overlapping some of the others.
  94. >The concrete floor had many puddles of translucent fluids, which explains the 'wet floor' sign at the last step of the stairs.
  95. >Another Anon almost broke his neck coming down here.
  96. >"Anonymous," she called out, you drift your eyes and focus in on the mare sitting behind a wooden desk with a green dildo stuck at the surface of it, pointing skyward.
  97. >She has her reading glasses on while looking at the laptop on her desk. The brightness can't be good for her eyes.
  98. >"I know you're wondering why I called you down here."
  99. >You couldn't think shrugging in the presence of this eternal deity.
  100. >Hell, it's hard even trying to have a casual demeanor around her.
  101. >Slip up even a little bit and she's on your dick.
  102. >The aura surrounding her is both, tangible and perceptible, and can assault your nose if you take too big of a sniff.
  103. >It acts as an aphrodisiac, you're more than a few feet away and your boner is already swelling up.
  104. >The colors of her aura usually cycle three colors, yellow, pink, and green. And literal >rape posts fade in and vanish in thin air.
  105. "Spot on assumption, Flutterrape."
  106. >Her eyes locked onto you and an ear to ear grin started to grow.
  107. >She then pulls open a drawer and starts rummaging through it.
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  110. >Before long she pulls out a slip of paper and gestures it to you.
  111. >She rolls her eyes, "would you come over here? You act like you haven't been in my office before."
  112. >You swallow hard and walk over to her, careful not to slip on any of her 'love puddles' as she calls them.
  113. >You grab the paper and look down, the writing is written in some language other higher-ranked Fluttershys could understand.
  114. >"I called you down here to congratulate you on winning the raffle."
  115. >She clops her hands together, beaming at you.
  116. "What's the prize? I didn't know I was even in a raffle."
  117. >"Silly Anon, all Anons are automatically registered in raffles."
  118. "Oh cool."
  119. >"By the way, you want me to take care of that for you?" She shifts her eyes to the boner pitching tent in your pants.
  120. >Fucking hell you didn't even realize trying to calm your breathing allowed her aura to invade your body.
  121. "No thank you."
  122. >"Hehe, okay."
  123. >It throws you for a loop that a menacing deity can be this playful.
  124. >She actually would've raped you three times by now. Perhaps she's busy?
  125. >When you reached the stairs, you were still expecting her lips smooching your neck.
  126. >You turn back to her.
  127. "Why are you going so easy on me?"
  128. >"You're a good Anon that bumps the thread, I like that."
  129. >She waves hoof dismissively.
  130. >"Now shoo, I have a necromancy syllabus to plan out."
  131. >You take a step upward, Flutterrape pipes up again.
  132. >"Anon don't get it twisted, by the way, I have plots that span centuries."
  133. "What?"
  134. >She lets out a maniacal laugh as she closes her laptop, her eyes laser locked onto you.
  135. >"I don't expect you to understand the myriad of ways in which you're about to be raped."
  136. >A little bit of droll was coming down the corner of her mouth.
  137. >"Carry on Anon, a Fluttershy upstairs can process that prize for you."
  138. >You snap out of your frozen state when she giggles behind a hoof and you look down at the slip of paper.
  139. "Uh, yeah. See you around Flutterrape."
  140.  
  141. >You go to the counter and present the slip of paper to a Fluttershy working the register.
  142. >"Oh congratulations Anon!" She uses a hoof to have you come closer to whisper your prize in your ear.
  143. >It bugs you that they're so secretive.
  144. >When she whispered the prize in your ear you groaned.
  145. >You walk back to the Fluttershy that's still upset about all the trolling responses to her post.
  146. >When you took your seat, she nudges your arm, "so what did Flutterrape want?"
  147. "I won a raffle apparently?"
  148. >"What was the prize? Relocation?"
  149. "I swear I'm being trolled. And no, I forgot to ask."
  150. >"Aww, shame. So what did you win?"
  151. >You leer at the brown liquid in your cup that's getting cold.
  152. "Free coffee for six months."
  153. >Fluttershy rubs her hoof in a circle at the center of your back.
  154. >"I'm so sorry sweetie. Why don't you go bump the thread? I'll order us some bear claws."
  155. "Sure sounds good to me."

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