/flutterrape/ No Flut November


                                            >You are not a weak man

                                            >You believe that you are stronger than average

                                            >Given you live amongst ponies of all colors, shapes, sizes, scents and flavors...

                                            >You are only but a man

                                            >And you do have urges

                                            >Most of them, you are able to handle when alone

                                            >But all of that has ben weakness

                                            >Well, most of it has

                                            >No man alive can endure everything that you've seen and felt, regardless of intent

                                            >To remedy this, you've decided to embrace nature

                                            >Not only do you touch grass like you were a natural at handstands, but you've been camping for the last week

                                            >Your only income comes through odd jobs so it isn't like you need to worry about vacation hours

                                            >Despite the cold, you have decided to go full caveman

                                            >Mostly because with it being so chilly out, there's no way your body will betray you and activate

                                            >...

                                            >...

                                            >...

                                            >It's fucking cold out today too

                                            "Alright, lad... five more minutes then back to the fire, eugh."

                                            >Because you're roughing it and finally feel some semblance of facial hair grow despite your genes' best efforts, you've adopted the accent of the manliness man you've ever known

                                            >Jason Statham

                                            >You don't remember many action movies so he's the only choice you have

                                            >After another stretch, you dip into narrow creek

                                            >Despite it being maybe twenty yards wide it goes up to your waist a whole lot quicker than you'd think

                                            >The icy flow of the river is frigid enough for your entire body to go stiff

                                            >Most of it, anyway

                                            >If you can effectively deaden your crotch and focus your mind, you can become more and more immune to the maddening scent of mares

                                            >You were immune before but not enough

                                            "...t... two more minutes... p-p-poppit..."

                                            >You weren't counting time at all but surely it had to have been three minutes already

                                            >Right?

                                            >...

                                            >There's no way your lads are going to survive this torture

                                            >You wade out, sucking in a harsh gasp

                                            >Not only are you wet but a stray gust saps even more heat

                                            "Oh crumpets, my biscuits."

                                            >You're pretty sure that's something those guys say

                                            >A few more steps and you drop to the admittedly soft grass

                                            >At least all of you is out of the water

                                            "T...t-this is bullshit."

                                            >Why do they always get away with the training montages without complaining?!

                                            >"Anon, you're freezing!"

                                            "Y-yer damn right I am!"

                                            >You must be getting frostbitten all over now

                                            >Death has come to you as a delusional voice

                                            >"What are you doing out here? I stopped by your home a few times and saw that even your bathroom light was out!"

                                            "Because I-"

                                            >Wait

                                            >Death sounds a whole lot like a certain pony you know

                                            >You lift your head up to see a very concerned Fluttershy

                                            >With saddlebags on, no less

                                            "...what are you doing out here?"

                                            >You would normally be embarrassed to be seen naked by any pony

                                            >But...

                                            >Fluttershy is an exception

                                            >She's the one who tipped you over the edge and forced you into this attempt at a transformation

                                            >Besides

                                            >You're sure you're a eunuch now

                                            >Sorry kids, your father was but a fool


                                            >"I thought I would try to find you, and help! And the weather is great so I thought I would try to go camping too."

                                            "...you go camping?"

                                            >She tilts her head and frowns at your gruff English cherry boy accent

                                            >"Oh no... you're not sick... are you?"

                                            "Eh?"

                                            >You furrow your eyebrows

                                            >Then it clicks

                                            >You clear your throat and fall back into your natural tone

                                            "N-no? I'm... fine..."

                                            >You flop back onto your butt and sit with your legs crossed

                                            >She's not even dressed up in a coat

                                            >For some reason that makes the life threatening chill of being wet in a breeze far more manageable

                                            >You don't even comment on her eyes very visibly flickering down to your lap and other parts

                                            "Well... I guess I don't mind sharing camping grounds. But can you kinda not be around here for a while? I'm doing something."

                                            >Far more curious than insulted, the pony smiles

                                            >"Oh, I can see that! It's so nice to see you shed those messy, ill-fitting clothes. I think it is fine if you talk to Rarity, those were her first attempts after all."

                                            "Messy?! I washed them two we-"

                                            >...

                                            >Maybe think this one out

                                            "It's not that. I'm..."

                                            >Your eyes travel over her body as freely as her eyes do to you

                                            >Out of all ponies, she's the only one who's shown interest in you

                                            >As overly forward or as creepy it would be

                                            >And here you always thought you'd like clingy girls

                                            >Maybe the best title for her is "inconvenient"

                                            "I'm doing a challenge that guys like me used to do, way back home."

                                            >Fluttershy gasps and beams

                                            >"Oh, that's amazing! Challenges can be so hard, but so rewarding too! What is it about?"

                                            >If she were any other pony, you'd leave it there

                                            >But because it's her

                                            "I can't masturbate for a month. Which means I have to chain up my sexual side, no matter what, and abstain."

                                            >The pegasus's mouth goes from a beam... and degrades to a lukewarm smile

                                            >It further melts into a nonplussed expression

                                            >Is it concern that is in her eyes?

                                            >Or something worse?

                                            >"...y-you can't do that."

                                            "Yeah, it fucking sucks. Right? But I gotta. I have to prove it to myself that I can be above my urges."

                                            >Fluttershy looks down at the ground

                                            >To be fair, she's partially the cause of it

                                            >"...can I help you?"

                                            >You snort

                                            >And scoff

                                            >In that particular order

                                            "What? No way. With me being out here and you being you, if you tried to "help" me you would drain my nuts dry to the point I would be a mummy."

                                            >Despite your accusatory tone, a creeping smile grows

                                            >"...is that bad, Anon...?"

                                            "I..."

                                            >...hold on now

                                            >Outside of the cold

                                            >There is precisely nothing stopping that from becoming your new reality

                                            >And more

                                            >...

                                            >What would Jason Statham do?

                                            "...yes, it is. I've already lost my wit-"

                                            >"And other fluids."

                                            "-y-yeah. I've lost control of myself a lot already. And I've had enough. I can't be so weak and easy to boss around or lead by the scrote. So I have to do this."

                                            >Perhaps due to her animal affinity, she seems to accept your ways

                                            >"I see... that really is a good reason, isn't it..."


                                            "Yeah..."

                                            >As openly predatory as she's been before, it feels nice to have this real sort of conversation with her

                                            >For better or worse, there's no one else in Equestria that would understand how dire your straits are with this

                                            >"Can I join you?"

                                            "W-huh?"

                                            >Fluttershy brings up her head, looking as serious as you felt a few hours ago when you spent half of your day freezing to death in the near bottomless river

                                            >...Maybe the freezing crotch really has messed with your sense of time

                                            >"I... I want to stop masturbating for a month too! And... other naughty things! If I can go through it with you, maybe I won't be so tempted!"

                                            "...huh?"

                                            >"Y-yeah! Let me join you! And together we'll stop masturbating so much!"

                                            >Something about this doesn't click

                                            "...you masturbate?"

                                            >Your blood is too frigid and your mind too atrophied to realize what you had just asked

                                            >Fluttershy nods like a madmare, strands of her mane falling out of form

                                            >"Oh my, yes! In fact, I masturbated three times this morning! Four times yesterday, and then the day before. And then after the Halloween party we had, I-"

                                            >Future children, your father is no longer a eunuch

                                            "Y...you're not kidding, are you?"

                                            >You lean inward, cutting her off with raw curiosity

                                            >Feral curiosity, even

                                            >Fluttershy gives an introverted smirk

                                            >Her head sinks down but she maintains direct eye contact

                                            >"I... I'm not. I-I'm... I'm kind of a naughty pony."

                                            >After years of her antics?

                                            >You hadn't once noticed

                                            >"Please keep it a secret?"

                                            >Who in the world doesn't know her habits?!

                                            >You've been soft banned from Sugarcube Corner because of her

                                            >And at least a few fruit stand mares are too embarrassed to even take your bits

                                            "...sure. As long as you keep me being out here a secret too."

                                            >Her smirk widens

                                            >"Y-yeah. Ok, Anon. This'll be our secret, ok?"

                                            >She sounds...

                                            >More excited than she should be

                                            >This isn't a game

                                            >Not to you, anyway

                                            >This is a battle for your mortal soul while demonic female ponies tempt you into dire sin with no escape

                                            >And this mare just came up to you, expressed how common she masturbates, and asked to join you

                                            >Nevermind that all of this has been in part to how often she's done things to you

                                            >It's like inviting a wolf to a jerky rack and hoping it won't just make off with the meat

                                            >The painfully pulsating secondary brain won this round

                                            >Her eyes flicker down to it for just long enough to tell you that she probably knows that she's playing an angle

                                            >God damn this weak mortal shell

                                            >But you will prevail

                                            >So you welcome this challenge

                                            "...sure..."

                                            >"Yay! I get to take a human challenge!"

                                            >Fluttershy pounces up on the very tips of her hooves, swaying and trotting in place

                                            >Good lord forgive you but this mare has curves made for human hands to grip onto

                                            >"Oh! I almost forgot!"

                                            >She stops in mid-baby making sway fast enough that you get whiplash

                                            "H-huh? What is it?"

                                            >"What's the challenge called, anyway?"

                                            "Oh. That? It's called..."


                                            >Fluttershy's addition to your exile...

                                            >Has actually helped to distract you

                                            >You helped set her up near your camp site

                                            >To be honest, the only blockade between your two firepits are a few bushes

                                            >Whether you want to admit it or not, she's going to be around to stay

                                            >Which means no more accents

                                            >For now

                                            >With the sun setting, the twin fires provide more than enough light and warmth

                                            >"What do we do now, Anon? It's too dark to go out walking around, especially since we're so vulnerable..."

                                            >What is this "we"?

                                            >She's always naked

                                            >Most ponies are

                                            "Well... uh... I don't know. Usually I just go monk mode and kinda reach my zen until I pass out. My tent has some extra blankets so they keep me warm."

                                            >One of them is folded under you to be a good cushion

                                            >"What's monkey mode?"

                                            >Despite you and her sitting back to back, there's no need to raise your voice

                                            "No, monk mode. Like... the dudes in D&D who can break necromancer skulls with their fists and punch their way through adamantium armor like it's gift wrap paper."

                                            >Fluttershy gasps, in awe

                                            >"...you can punch through armor?"

                                            "No, it's in..."

                                            >...

                                            "Y-yeah. But only sometimes."

                                            >You know her well enough that she sometimes does just have a critical misunderstanding of human culture

                                            "Anyway, outside of D&D, going monk mode means focusing. Meditating, emptying your mind."

                                            >You close your eyes

                                            >You've been doing alright for the last week

                                            >But the scent of that pegasus...

                                            >You swear that you haven't gained superhuman senses

                                            >She's just a very keenly-scented mare

                                            >It is a scent you're familiar with

                                            >You could probably pick her out in a crowd with your eyes closed, your arms tied behind your back and a gag stuck in place

                                            >...

                                            >Maybe you shouldn't be focusing on that

                                            >You focus instead on your demons

                                            >Your sensual

                                            >Coy

                                            >Sensitive

                                            >Little yellow demon

                                            >No!

                                            >Bad Anon

                                            >Your mind wanders to the Halloween party

                                            >You've been trying to remember what happened but you were drinking

                                            >Apparently, drinking enough that you've somehow blacked out

                                            >You've never done that before

                                            >There had to be a bigger reason for that

                                            >Some sort of temptation or decision that led to so many ponies saying that you needed to "tone it down"

                                            >That is the key to why you took up this challenge as hard as you have

                                            >You were dressed up as a Dracula, and when you were being given your first drink, it was by-

                                            "...what are you doing?"

                                            >"S-Sorry, Anonymous. I'm kinda scared of the dark. I just don't want to risk it."

                                            >Just like that, your train of thought is ruined

                                            >You can't think beyond how her soft wing is against your back

                                            >Maybe you can transcend it

                                            >"Anon...?"

                                            "...yeah?"

                                            >"Can I ask you about your fetishes?"

                                            >Fucking

                                            "If you can help out long enough... sure. I'll tell you."

                                            >You clear your throat and continue

                                            "But-and this is a big, soft butt-you have to actually help me. If you're trying to just mess with me I'll know."

                                            >"Oh, I bet! But how should I help?"

                                            "I don't know. Make sure I don't start going at it I guess."


                                            >"That would be terrible if you did! I would at least like to watch. If that's ok with you."

                                            >You are going to be the bigger brain and say nothing to that

                                            "I just need to keep my mind occupied. And anyway, what about you? What is your plan to abstain?"

                                            >"To be around you!"

                                            >Ouch

                                            >That comment reminds you of your highschool days a little too hard

                                            "That doesn't make sense."

                                            >"Well, if I start rubbing myself or doing something naughty, and you're around, you'll keep me on the straight and narrow!"

                                            >The pride in her voice is emboldening

                                            "You really trust me that much, huh?"

                                            >"Absolutely, Anon! If you're keeping me from doing something bad, I know I'll win!"

                                            >She has a point

                                            "...what happens if I'm not around? I won't always be right there to slap your hooves away."

                                            >"If slapping my hooves away doesn't work, try a slap on the cheek!"

                                            >...

                                            >This pony is talking mad shit for being in slapping distance

                                            >Because her back is against yours, you can't see if she's being devilish or herself

                                            "You know that didn't answer my question."

                                            >"I know. I'm sorry. I guess my only real answer is to find you... or to hope that you find me. Would you be angry if you caught me masturbating, Anon?"

                                            >Is this playing with fire?

                                            "Not really? I mean, I'll have to tell you to stop."

                                            >"Or make me stop..."

                                            "...yeah."

                                            >Maybe you need another dip in the river, because you've been so worked up that you can almost feel yourself drip

                                            >But this is good

                                            >This is accountability

                                            >If you were by yourself, you probably would have already painted a suggestively formed tree white

                                            >"It's really dark out... do you really sleep out here all on your own?"

                                            >Finally, a distraction

                                            "That's right. I haven't had any issues so far. I'm not pony-sized so I'm guessing I don't look as delicious a meal to any predators."

                                            >"Oh no, Anon, it isn't so bad out here. But... I really do hope that I don't look too delicious for any predators! Especially the types that are sneaky, and-and, do things like eat ponies whole-so scary!"

                                            >...

                                            >Was it just you or did you interpret that as "eat pony's holes"

                                            >You truly are a lost cause at this rate

                                            >It isn't even halfway through and you're unable to stop yourself

                                            >But you are a third of the way

                                            "...Hm..."

                                            >You sigh and get up

                                            >Fluttershy rolls onto her back as you rise, letting it show just how much she was leaning against you

                                            "I'm gonna turn in for the night."

                                            >"Alright, Anon! Have a very good sleep. I'll go to bed in a little bit."

                                            "Sounds good."

                                            >You choose to wipe your short-term memory of seeing her out of the corner of your eye

                                            >The passing almost-sight of her laying on her back, hind legs spread as far as they could go, one hiked up to ensure that you can see everything

                                            >Whether she's tempting you or if it's just your pent up mind, who knows

                                            >As long as you'll sleep on your back without covers on below the waist, you'll be fine

                                            >Can't have accidents if there's nothing there to have physical contact with


                                            >"Hah... haa... ha~ Haa..."

                                            >You can hear some sort of monster

                                            >"Oh my, that's right. Wakey for momma..."

                                            >A monster is speaking to you

                                            >It sounds like something nearby

                                            >"O-oh no. Y-you can stay asleep. No, it's ok, really."

                                            >You grumble and raise your hand, idly swatting it at any vocal monsters

                                            >Nothing

                                            >It takes a moment for you to open your eyes

                                            >You're still in your tent

                                            >That's good

                                            >The tent doesn't look shredded either

                                            >That's a bonus

                                            >That monster...

                                            >It definitely sounded female

                                            >That must be a first, you've never had a nightmare like that before

                                            >You push your blanket off of your torso, everything below your stomach c-

                                            >Actually...

                                            >Strike that

                                            >Your lap feels warm

                                            >Frowning, you take note that you are... at full mast

                                            >It wasn't this bad yesterday or the day before

                                            >If it keeps going at this rate, will you unleash some new power upon the world?

                                            >...

                                            >That thought alone sounds kinda exciting

                                            "Roight. Risen'shine, cupcake."

                                            >A decidedly limey whisper grumbles out of your throat

                                            >You're ready for the day

                                            >You're ready for breakfast at least

                                            >Retaining your wild man strategy, you revisit the outside world without a shred of decency

                                            >Or dignity

                                            "Oh hey, you're up already. Didn't take you for an early riser."

                                            >You put your hands on your hips, watching Fluttershy panic over the smoldering remains of last night's fire

                                            >"Y-y-yeah! Yup, that's me! I.."

                                            >She keeps her face to you, red as it may be

                                            "...you alright?"

                                            >"Y-yeah! Of course! I'm..."

                                            >She sits down

                                            >But not completely down

                                            >It looks like she's sitting off-center

                                            >"...it's as tough challenge..."

                                            "Oh..."

                                            >If you weren't already used to her sexual antics, you'd feel yourself a little more worked up

                                            >Or maybe you've already passed that zenith of sexual repression

                                            "Yeah it is. But I slept perfectly! I don't feel stiff at all."

                                            >You raise your fists to the sky and roar out to the sky

                                            "I'M NOT STIFF ANYWHERE!"

                                            >As if to prove to Celestia that you have overcome the worst hump of the challenge, everything that can point skyward does

                                            >...and only seconds later the morning sun itself seems to hide behind a lump of clouds

                                            "...well that can't be good news. Oh well."

                                            >You shrug and make way to the side of your tent

                                            >You fashioned together a caveman-style rucksack to bring with you

                                            >In it, you've stocked enough food for a month solid

                                            >Or... so you thought

                                            >Instead, it is enough for a week if that

                                            >You didn't realize how hungry you felt after spending hours just walking around and freezing your lads off

                                            "'ere we go, poppit."

                                            >A big bottle of milk in a jar that you were told keeps milk fresh forever

                                            >The salesmare seemed a little giggly but you would be giggling mad too if you were selling magical preservation jars for dirt cheap


                                            "And... ha!"

                                            >A bag of oats and a few cinnamon sticks

                                            >To mix things up-and celebrate your new comrade in arms-you can just make a huge thing of oatmeal

                                            >Slipping a stick of cinnamon in the corner of your mouth, you return to the campfire

                                            >Fluttershy is still there, paralyzed and biting her lip so hard you get the impression that she might bite off part of her face

                                            "Hungry?"

                                            >"Dear Princess Celestia, I'm starving."

                                            >She sounds like she's about to die

                                            "Oh, well good news! I'm gonna fill you up with the hot stuff. And by hot stuff..."

                                            >You hold up your jar

                                            >She's probably never seen a magic preservation jar before

                                            >You grin at her, as proud as can be

                                            "Want some of my milk?"

                                            >Fluttershy makes a...

                                            >A noise

                                            >You aren't sure if that came out of her mouth

                                            >For just a moment, her eyes cross before they attempt to refocus on you

                                            "...I'll... take that as a yes."

                                            >"C-challenge... not... failed..."

                                            "That's right!"

                                            >Focusing more on your stomach than anything else, you sit opposite of her

                                            >Using your patented fire poking branch, you shuffle around the embers

                                            >Some extra twigs, dewy grass, your tin pot...

                                            >Add a little mandatory desperate plea for fire

                                            "Ah ha! I still got it."

                                            >You had someone watching so you couldn't have a mental breakdown this time

                                            >Man's first best friend: fire

                                            >If your best friend needed to be contained or else he would steal anything and everything important to you in a selfish blaze of hell

                                            >You pluck the stick of cinnamon from the corner of your mouth and stick it between your front teeth to gnaw on

                                            "So, I had a few plans today of what I wanted to do. I was thinking of doing a little rock climbing. Or hiking. Whatever sounds more impressive. Because I'm not wearing anything and don't want to-I'm kinda enjoying the freedom-I want to do whatever is safer because if I get a bad scrape somewhere... it's no good."

                                            >Your mind is alight with progress

                                            >It isn't that you want to show off

                                            >...

                                            >Ok, you do

                                            >You want to impress her and make sure she tells everyone else that you have gained enlightenment

                                            >But you actually want to do the things too

                                            "What... do you wanna do?"

                                            >Your momentum enters a muddy patch when you see Fluttershy's face

                                            >She looks somewhat ashamed, distracted, and completely pre-occupied

                                            >"C... can't we just cuddle?"

                                            >Her squeak of a question elicits a proud "ha!"

                                            "Later if it gets colder? Sure but there's gotta be some sort of barrier in play. Can't let any accidents happen, right?"

                                            >"Y-yes... any protrusions would sting. Like... a bee's sting. Or, or ah... a snake bite. With a lot of dangerous venom..."

                                            >Her breathy words drool out from her lips

                                            >She looks nearly intoxicated

                                            >She...

                                            >She couldn't have

                                            "...you didn't get into that special cider, did you? That's my halfway point drink."

                                            >"N... no, Anon. I haven't gulped down anything of yours..."

                                            >She sounds so dejected

                                            "W-well, hold on now. I'm... I'm not saying you can't. Just not right now, ok? But later I'll share it, halfway."


                                            >The mare's body makes another noise

                                            >Now that you're watching her face, you can tell that it must be coming from...

                                            >Elsewhere...

                                            >She lets out a muffled "unnnnnf-ah" and shivers

                                            >Oh

                                            >...

                                            >OH

                                            "...o-oh. That..."

                                            >Fluttershy attempts to look at you

                                            >In your general direction

                                            >One of those things

                                            >You were on fire but now you can't help but know that she-

                                            >No

                                            >Nope

                                            >Nada

                                            "R-right. Challenge not failed, anyway! Fluttershy!"

                                            >Your loud, sudden bark at her causes her to jolt upright

                                            >"Y-yes?!"

                                            "Come on, talk to me. You like hot oatmeal? These cinnamon sticks have really been growing on me. I have some ginger too. I was told they would help with me running around, but I'm not soo bad a cook I just throw it all in."

                                            >If you can keep talking

                                            >Keep focused

                                            >You can ignore the sweet, heavy scent of what can only be the yellow pony's lust

                                            >And you can ignore that the noise coming from her is a repeating squelch that causes her shoulders to shake

                                            >Surely the oatmeal will taste sweeter

                                            >By your cooking

                                            >Not by her adding her own twist

                                            >...

                                            >What would Mr. Statham do in this situation?


                                            >This was good

                                            >This was a very good idea

                                            >It's flawless, even

                                            >"...so where are we going again?"

                                            "We're on... The Path!"

                                            >You stop in mid-step to kneel in perfect Dark Souls warcry gesture

                                            >Fluttershy, a few steps in front of you, doesn't turn back to face you

                                            >That was the perfect solution: if you are too far ahead, she'll be watching you

                                            >If she's too far ahead, you'll be watching her

                                            >And if you're exactly side-by-side, she's at risk if she ever looks toward you

                                            >So the only possible option is that she walk in front of you and to the side by a few steps

                                            >The lack of cooming has spiked your IQ by at least 5% to allow for such logistics

                                            >"...which path? We've been walking for a long time now but that log is starting to look familiar."

                                            "It's The Path, man! The... uh."

                                            >You stand back up, feeling your motivation come and go by the second

                                            >After breakfast, you were ready to run for miles

                                            >A half hour after you started on your trek, you were bored

                                            >It must have been at least two hours and now you're just bored

                                            >You're ultimately aiming to just tire yourself out until you can't even think of it

                                            >At least you put your shoes back on for this

                                            "It's... a metaphor. And literal. The literal path is just a circle I made."

                                            >Fluttershy sits for a moment and looks around the woods

                                            >"I... I don't remember that log being there before."

                                            >Ah crap

                                            >You're lost, aren't you

                                            >Of course you're lost

                                            >The only thought you've had for the last hour focused purely on the sounds the yellow mare has been making

                                            >You feel like you're a wolf two seconds away from pouncing on the lump of fresh pony hole

                                            "That... well maybe it's true. Can you fly up and re-direct us?"

                                            >You swear that you had this all plotted out

                                            >She must have been gumming up the works

                                            >Fucking Fluttershy

                                            >"Oh, I can do that! Absolutely, please hang on!"

                                            >She immediately takes off after a few trotting steps

                                            >Damn it

                                            >Crap

                                            >You wish you were home playing video games

                                            >Instead you had to come out into the woods and torture yourself for days straight

                                            >All because of this challenge

                                            >...

                                            >This drastic moodswing has happened every single day after the second day

                                            >Jason Statham probably isn't even real in Equestria

                                            >That thought alone sinks your morale to the bottom of your bare ass

                                            >At least you aren't aroused

                                            >And no other pony has found you

                                            >You aren't sure how you would react to a stray mare finding a naked human grumbling about his frustrations while harder than a steel beam

                                            >Are pony police a thing?

                                            >Maybe Celestia would strike you with a bolt of lightning

                                            >...

                                            >Nah

                                            >You've seen her but the only thing fancy about her is that she has wings and a horn and is big enough to ride

                                            >You doubt she could hear you

                                            >...

                                            >Where is that pegasus punk, anyway?

                                            >You thought Equestria was so peaceful and pure

                                            >You knew that ponies had sex but it was out of sight and out of mind


                                            >All of that shattered the day she visited you and politely asked to come inside

                                            >Once in your home, she introduced herself and politely asked if you wanted to stuff your balls into her mouth like sticking a pair of potatoes into an oven

                                            >You were so flabbergasted that you could only say "I'm good" and listen to her explain that she would gladly do it the second you change your mind

                                            >Then she would ask daily

                                            >"Hey, Anon! My parents don't live in Ponyville, wanna come over for some Mareflix and chill?"

                                            >"Anon, good morning! Do you want to see my latest impression of a woodpecker?"

                                            >"Anon, save me, I'm stuck in this bush and need you to pull me out!"

                                            >That last one wasn't so sexual until you realized that she was biting onto the base of the bush itself and actively bucking against you

                                            >That is when she started to get...

                                            >Creative

                                            >She would ask you about your fetishes

                                            >Send you anonymous letters

                                            >Sneak into your home

                                            >There was the one time where she led you on a wild goose chase

                                            >You thought a new mare in town wanted to date you

                                            >You've been around ponies for so long that your sexual thoughts just naturally started to curve toward mares

                                            >In the end, it was Fluttershy

                                            >And you didn't mind it...

                                            >But it just felt a little too awkward

                                            >You thought you were stood up at first

                                            "What a mess, man..."

                                            >She is such a confusing sort of girl

                                            >And she really doesn't seem to do this with anyone else

                                            >Now she's doing this sort of crap

                                            >And why, because you are?

                                            >"Anon! Up here!"

                                            >You stand up, giving your legs a stretch

                                            >Your eyes go skyward to

                                            >Very very apparent pegasus vulva

                                            >You feel like you can see for two miles unaided by a lens

                                            "...can angels come in yellow?"

                                            >"I found out where we can go! Follow me, I'll fly over there!"

                                            >She's maybe thirty or forty yards above you, it wouldn't be difficult to watch

                                            >Rather than shout out, you give her a thumbs up

                                            >If it wasn't her, you don't know if any pony would understand that symbol

                                            >At least this will take you back to camp

                                            >You're gonna give all of this nature shit another day then just go back home and think of something else

                                            >Isolation wasn't working and now you're not even isolated anymore

                                            >You follow her direction while mumbling dark, defeatist fragments

                                            >Thankfully she moves like a humming bird, managing to flap and...

                                            >Flutter

                                            >In place

                                            >A few minutes away you come across a

                                            "What the hell is this?"

                                            >Fluttershy floats down to your side, content with herself

                                            >"It's a pond! I thought that we could use a little break and you could use a wash because I noticed your skin is dirty and sweaty and it's important to human health to be clean, especially in certain places."

                                            >You aren't sure what to say

                                            >Should you be annoyed that this isn't your camp?

                                            >Is this a scheme?

                                            >Do you fucking care?

                                            >Your legs are sore, your crotch is sweaty and dirty from the way you've been sitting, your mood is somewhere between "shit's fucked" and "I could fuck near anything right now"

                                            "...Thanks, Fluttershy."


                                            >Shoes off and deep enough where you can sit and be up to your neck, you feel good

                                            >The water is clean and smells good

                                            >When you were standing above it, you could almost see down to the floor

                                            >From where you are right now, the reflections and sunlight make it impossible to see anything

                                            >But that's fine

                                            >Fluttershy said she would go off and try to find some berries or edible crap

                                            >She's a nature lover, she could probably tell what every plant is by a glance

                                            >Maybe that transfers to others kills

                                            >...

                                            "Huh. Is she an apothecary?"

                                            >That would be interesting if true

                                            >You lean back, having taken a seat on a flat rock

                                            >You "washed" yourself there for no more than ten seconds

                                            >Two seconds was all it took for you to regain your vitality

                                            "This is nice... little bit o' are'an'are."

                                            >You grumble back into that particular accent

                                            >Now you're feeling it again

                                            >You got this

                                            >You got this by the ba-

                                            >You let out the most manly of girly screams

                                            >Something has got you by the balls

                                            >You rush to stand up but slip on the muddy stones

                                            >Your head goes under

                                            >The suction is intense, enough that you are unsure if they are in danger or outright existential peril

                                            >You flail against the pond monster, quickly losing your sense of which way is up

                                            >You keep trying to grab at whatever is grappling your lads but it thrashes around to the point you reflexively pull your hands away

                                            >What if it has a thousand spines?

                                            >Or if touching it will make it chomp down?

                                            >It's like trying to deal with a spider biting your hand, there are no winning options because it's biting you

                                            >But you don't want to fucking touch it

                                            >While fighting for your life you feel something chomp onto your wrist

                                            >Sweet baby Jesus Christ it must have separated them and is now devouring the rest of you

                                            >Except rather than bite down, it's pulling you

                                            >Your head consistently breaks the surface long enough so you can scream for air

                                            >It's Fluttershy!

                                            >She has your hand and is trying to swim to the edge

                                            >Apparently you ended up in the middle

                                            "FUCKING POND NUT SUCKER, GET ME OUT OF HERE!?"

                                            >You're sure you've never made that voice before today

                                            >Flailing with the might of Hercules, you make it to the pond and flop out

                                            >You end up on your back

                                            >Your heart is racing to the point you're not sure if you'll have a heart attack next

                                            >Fluttershy simillarly hurls herself out of the pool and onto you

                                            >Your tip immediately presses into something that is just a little darker yellow than the rest of her body

                                            >She's panting just as hard as you are

                                            >"A-Ah... ah-non! I-I came as soon as... I could!"

                                            >You hug her close with full strength

                                            "H... holy shit."

                                            >If she wasn't there, what would have happened?

                                            >"I... I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't know you would..."

                                            >She's attempting to apologize

                                            >You pat her soaked mane and swallow hard

                                            "Nah... nah, you're good. Fucking wildlife. Fuck nature, man. Fuck that."

                                            >You feel her push herself down on you

                                            >"Y... yeah... you should..."


                                            "Fuck it hard, seriously. After I make sure I didn't shit my soul out, I'm getting my shoes, we're going back to camp and I'm going home."

                                            >You focus on steadying your breathing

                                            >The way she's hugging onto you for dear life, she must have been terrified to see you thrashing against some Equestrian nightmare

                                            >Upon realization that you're possibly within range of getting grabbed again, you sit up without warning

                                            >You

                                            >Enter

                                            >The mare

                                            >Fluttershy screams at a pitch so high you're sure only dogs could hear her

                                            >In blind reflex, you realize you've been pinning her to your body

                                            >Your first instinct, for her sake, is to let go and push her off

                                            >As soon as you do, you double over

                                            >The revelation matched with the tight, yellow-hot warmth of your blade's new favorite home is almost too much to bear

                                            >You hold your hands up, clenching them

                                            >Nope

                                            >Not gonna pop

                                            >You can't

                                            >The challenge

                                            >Jason Statham

                                            >Thinking of the most cool of guys is enough to pull you back from the brink

                                            >Just like in Crank Two

                                            >Exactly like then

                                            >You puke out enough air for you to realize that you have been holding your breath ever since the penetration

                                            >...no one saw that

                                            >Right?

                                            >There was no one on the planet that could see what happened for such a short split second

                                            >You look over at Fluttershy

                                            >She's laying on her back and gyrating like a snake with it's head cut off

                                            >Oh shit

                                            >She's acting like someone actually stabbed her

                                            >And...

                                            >To be fair

                                            >You did

                                            "F... Fluttershy?"

                                            >You're afraid to ask

                                            >Fluttershy stifles a whinny between clenched teeth

                                            >You watch without the capacity to rip your eyes away

                                            >She eventually calms down with her legs crossed

                                            >You didn't think ponies could cross their legs that hard

                                            "Y... y-you... alright...?"

                                            >Maybe it's a retarded think to ask

                                            >But you can't just say nothing

                                            >"Challenge..."

                                            >She gurgles out a word despite drool streaming out from her lips

                                            >"Not... failed!"

                                            >Good lord

                                            >She fought through that without Flutterbusting all over the grass

                                            >The awe-inspiring sight is almost enough to make you ignore how harsh her vagina is winking

                                            >It looks like it's one push away from shooting off

                                            >And you stabbed right up into that

                                            >...

                                            >...

                                            >...

                                            >Oh crap

                                            >What were the challenge rules about sex?

                                            >That didn't count

                                            >Did it?


                                            >Humans have such curious cultures

                                            >You've done as much as you could to learn about Anon, and you've only wanted him more and more with every passing fact

                                            >This... is one of the least favorite facts about humans

                                            "Weren't you going to spend all of this month outside?"

                                            >"Ahhh... well, I wanted to. But to be honest? It sucks. I miss playing video games."

                                            >You're on your path to leave the forest with Anon

                                            >You've offered to help carry some of his belongings to make it easier on him

                                            >What he doesn't know is that you have one of his pairs of boxers in your sights

                                            >While it is a true shame to natural beauty to see the human dressed, it only gives your mind the fuel it needs to know that he must be painfully constrained

                                            "That is true... you can't play them out here. May I go with you?"

                                            >You have found your way into his home multiple times

                                            >But rarely have you ever been explicitly invited

                                            >"Well... to be fair, we're both dangerous at this point..."

                                            >Anon's eyes narrow down to thin slits

                                            >What's with that weird voice he's making?

                                            "...Do you need a drink, Anon?"

                                            >"I'm right as rain, luv. But we're both at the stage we could fuck a mountain into a pile of rubble. We need to quarantine ourselves from the rest of the world. Any mare sticks around me for too long... they're proper fucked."

                                            >Your entire backside seizes up from pure bodily shock

                                            >You wink so hard your vision goes hazy for a split second

                                            >Sweet filly Celestia, you don't know if this is actual dirty talk but you're willing to be subjected to it

                                            "Th... that sounds... dangerous."

                                            >You let the D word roll off of your tongue

                                            "In that case, doesn't that mean I shouldn't be around?"

                                            >Anon stops for a moment

                                            >Looks down at you

                                            >Chuckles and leans down to pet the back of your head

                                            >"Oh, don't worry. You're not a mare to me, you're Fluttershy. You're like..."

                                            >His lover?

                                            >Wife-in-training?

                                            >Sister who he also enters a forbidden relationship with?

                                            >"...Kinda like my friend. But also my stalker. There's no way I'd ever do something with you. I mean... not while I'm sober, anyway."

                                            >You deflate at his answer

                                            >But

                                            >He did specify sobriety

                                            >You leer up at him with the most sexually predatory smile, revealing your true self to the man

                                            >If only he truly knew

                                            >If only if he looked at you now, where you could do so much to him

                                            >"I guess, with this situation, you're like a comrade. I genuinely believe that you won't let me fail this. I mean, as long as those weren't lies about caring about me and... you know. That sort of stuff."

                                            >His faux accent melts away

                                            >He's getting visibly uncomfortable

                                            >You giggle and hide behind your public face of the caring, selfless, harmless little pegasus

                                            "Oh, of course! I care about you a whole bunch! Like sunshine and rainbows and making sure you always succeed!"

                                            >And he's going to succeed inside of you one way or another

                                            >...

                                            >Not masturbating for a few days has really turned you into a little villain, hasn't it?

                                            >"Y-yeah... y... uh. You too..."


                                            >You make it to Anon's home without further discussion

                                            >As much as you would like to tease Anon, you have realized that you can't teeter on the edge nearly as well as he can

                                            >That moment he speared into you

                                            >Claimed your filthy body in the name of humanity

                                            >Turned you from a blossoming filly that... never gained much attention from the local stallions...

                                            >Into a full-fledged mare

                                            >Or maybe it is to say that stallions never interested you

                                            >Being with animals?

                                            >Now that was your natural state of being

                                            >Anon may not be as big and as scary as a manticore, but between the two?

                                            >He's far more exotic

                                            >Far more friendly too

                                            >Far more...

                                            >Dangerous

                                            >In the good, safe way

                                            >Anon drops his bags without a care the second he enters the home

                                            >"Fhew! Back home, safe and sound."

                                            >He immediately kicks off his shoes, making a direct bee-line to the bathroom

                                            >"Make yourself at home, I'm gonna take a real shower. Standing in freezing water for hours at a time is for the freaking birds."

                                            "But Anon, birds don't-"

                                            >"Yup, I'll be right back!"

                                            >He closes the door quick behind him

                                            >You were hoping he would at least officially show you around

                                            >Like introducing a new marefriend to his friends

                                            >His friends being... a sofa, the kitchen table, the bed, the big window that would lead to dozens of witnesses...

                                            >The wandering thought causes another muscle spasm in your body

                                            >Your eyes roll up hard for a split second followed by a loud squelch

                                            "O... oh my..."

                                            >You can't even begin to understand what Anon is feeling if he's been doing this for far much longer than you

                                            >Is that part of his human culture

                                            >Or is it more like biological stamina?

                                            >He didn't even notice when he-

                                            >Your hind legs buckle to the sound of another wet, hard vaginal flex

                                            >Celestia save you

                                            "...I can't fail."

                                            >If you can manage this hardship with him

                                            >You'll be far closer

                                            >Forget about the other inevitable rewards, Fluttershy!

                                            >This is about showing him you're a true friend!

                                            >Someone willing to suffer through the same cultural tribulations!

                                            >Someone who is more than willing to weather the storm!

                                            >From some unknown internal muscle group, you feel a strain somewhere deep inside

                                            >Through it, you are able to refind your footing on the...

                                            >Oh

                                            >Oh no

                                            >You look down at the floor

                                            >You may have left a tiny mess behind

                                            "Oh... fiddle."

                                            >You set down your load and go to his kitchen

                                            >It's relatively clean

                                            >The empty bags of snacks and punch bowl from the Halloween Party are still in a neat pile in the corner

                                            >Maybe you should clean those up

                                            >You are partly to blame for the way that party turned out, after all

                                            >With Anon in the shower-because you peeked to make sure when you started to hear singing-you get to work!

                                            >While you are an expert at watching animals court and mate, you're also a natural home maker and domestic alicorn

                                            >Princess of Animals!

                                            >Now that says "Fluttershy" all over it

                                            >It's a much more positive spin than when Rainbow Dash just calls you a busy body


                                            >While you're at it...

                                            >You preheat the oven

                                            >Maybe he would like some food, too?

                                            >You know you would

                                            >And as his guest, it would only be suitable to ready whatever he has for mutual enjoyment!

                                            >You decide on two Peetzer brand pizzas

                                            >You've heard that even Princess Cadence recommends them, but you personally believe that she signs off on anything if it can be marketed as a cheap dating meal

                                            >With the pair of pies in the oven and the timer set, you trot back to Anon's couch and flop down on it

                                            "..."

                                            >You flop onto your back

                                            >You notice something

                                            >With the goal solidified in your mind and the sense of accomplishment around you

                                            >You're in the den of your most prized target in Equestria

                                            >But you aren't huffing his boxers like they're the only thing keeping you alive

                                            >You haven't peeked on him more than twice

                                            >You haven't masturbated on all of his pillows so he'll fall asleep to your scent

                                            >Even thinking that hasn't caused much of a twitch

                                            "...Is this the power of the challenge?"

                                            >You surely have not numbed yourself

                                            >But you feel like you're in a new sort of operating mode

                                            "Wow... did his ceiling always have that little thing in the corner?"

                                            >You even feel like you're looking at the world through new eyes

                                            >Maybe once the challenge is over, you can actually try to pull back on yo-

                                            >Your ears prick up

                                            >...is that Anon?

                                            >You roll off of the couch and back onto your hooves

                                            >It sounds like it's coming from the bathroom

                                            >The closer you get, the more it sounds like some form of...

                                            >Spirited chanting?

                                            >You've never heard this before

                                            >You carefully tiptoe to the door

                                            >"Aye-tees, ess-tees, aye-tees, ess-tees!"

                                            >What in Celestia's name...?

                                            >You nudge open the door with the very tip of your nose

                                            >Just enough to look inside

                                            >You see Anon, naked as he was outside, with pinkened skin

                                            >The bathroom is a complete ball of hot fog

                                            >But you can see him hopping from leg to leg, with his arms following

                                            >"Aye-tees, ess-tees, aye-tees, ess-tees!"

                                            >Dear Princess Luna has this human lost his mind?

                                            >What is he doing?

                                            >Do you stop him?

                                            >You fight it with all of your might but you are but a pony and can not resist the very visible swaying and bouncing of his male appendages

                                            >After a few more chanting hops he plants his feet and raises his arms

                                            >"Star destroyers! I'm not gonna cuuuum!"

                                            >The high pitched voice he makes you question if you've gone delirious

                                            >What makes you not question anything anymore, however, is the sudden lightning bolt you feel go from your brain down to your nethers

                                            >You squelch and recoil so hard you fall to the ground

                                            >This challenge is going to kill you

                                            >Pony kind was not meant to endure such trials


                                            >"Aw man, thanks for cleaning up! You really didn't have to, you know."

                                            "Y-yes! I'm. I'm happy to help. And it was nothing."

                                            >"Oven's just about pre-heated, I'll pop the pies in. Good taste, by the way."

                                            >To be fair they were the only ones in his freezer

                                            "Y-yup!"

                                            >Anon found you outside his bathroom

                                            >Apparently you fainted and left a mess

                                            >Thank Celestia he insisted on hard wood flooring

                                            >To help, he's bundled you up in a blanket

                                            >The bundling is so tight that you're effectively a pony burrito

                                            >A poor, defenseless, vuln-

                                            >NO

                                            >BAD FLUTTERSHY!

                                            >The challenge must not fail!

                                            >Or

                                            >At least...

                                            >Not unless he would like you to fail it?

                                            >It does seem like a challenge that truly separates responsible mares from silly little fillies

                                            "...A-anon, did you have to wrap me up so tight?"

                                            >"To make sure you don't go doing something you shouldn't? Yes."

                                            >You nod in solemn acceptance

                                            >That makes sense

                                            >He comes back, mostly clothed despite your inner wishes

                                            >"...So that chant..."

                                            >He chokes out his words, clearing his throat

                                            >"Jason Statham isn't gonna be enough to help me through to the end. I need aid. And when I think of aids... I think of Rich Evans. You know?"

                                            "Ohh... I do!"

                                            >You absolutely do not

                                            >"Good. So... yeah. It's getting kinda weird."

                                            "It absolutely isn't!"

                                            >It absolutely is

                                            "Everyone has their own habits, don't they? And I'm sure they're very important humans back in your home."

                                            >You smile with your words, happy to learn more about him and his land

                                            >You would certainly never do it

                                            >But it would be maybe a little fun to tease Twilight about how you know more of something than her

                                            >"They... kinda are? It's hard to say. But they're who come to mind for me."

                                            >They come to mind when he's aroused...

                                            >Or is it that they come to mind when he needs help?

                                            "Well, now that we're waiting on dinner to be ready, and I'm all bundled up..."

                                            >You can't stop yourself from trying to sound enticing

                                            >You try to flop onto your side to reveal your flank to him

                                            >But the mountain of a blanket has turned you into Mount Fluttershy

                                            >And she's already dangerously close to blowing

                                            >"Oh! Yeah. Well, since you're here... gaming is probably off the table. How about an old movie of mine? I always wanted to watch it during a time like this."

                                            "You always wanted to watch it during a no masturbation challenge?"

                                            >"Yeah, I..."

                                            >Anon's face contorts

                                            >"...no. Not because of that. But because it's November!"

                                            >Your face lights up

                                            "That's wonderful! Is it like a Christmas movie?"

                                            >"Almost! It's a puppet movie."

                                            "Wow! I haven't seen puppetry since before I saw my first bear! You see, the puppet wa-"

                                            >"Yeah yeah, hold on."

                                            >Anon gets up, leaving you frowning and cut off from your story

                                            >He quickly returns with a soda

                                            >Two of them

                                            >One has a straw in it, even

                                            >Your frown melts when he tilts the straw-soda toward your mouth

                                            >"Sorry. Kinda realized you'd maybe need a drink after drenching the floor."

                                            >His smile is mellow

                                            >With maybe 2% disappointment

                                            >"You know. Again."


                                            "Why thank you!"

                                            >You lean forward and lash your tongue out to capture the tip

                                            >You do and take a pair of slow, deep gulps

                                            >While maintaining eye contact

                                            >You release the straw-having chewed on the tip a few times-and let out a satisfied "phaw~"

                                            "Thank you, Anon. If you promise to feed me, I don't think I'll ever mind if you bind me up like this!"

                                            >The straw seems to catch his attention the most

                                            >"...Y-yeah. Sure. Just. You know."

                                            >He clears his throat again and shakes off the tension you created

                                            >"Anyway, what was that story about?"

                                            >He takes a sip of his own drink

                                            "Oh, it is just about when I thought I found a chicken, but a unicorn was puppeteering it. I didn't know it but I could see a rooster no matter where I was! With how colorful and big they are, it's really easy for me to spot one from even above the clouds!"

                                            >The story fits well, you think

                                            >You used to help hens keep their eggs warm all the time

                                            >It wasn't boring as long as you had a good book or two to read

                                            >"That's a pretty neat trick. Kinda like a natural predator's eye or something?"

                                            "Oh no, not like that! I could never eat a rooster. Their talons make them kinda scary."

                                            >"Well..."

                                            >He looks like he wants to talk more but he shrugs it off

                                            >"It's still a neat thing. Shows you have an eye for quality too, I bet. Anyway, movie time?"

                                            "Yes please!"

                                            >You watch Anon put his technology to use

                                            >You don't understand much of it-nobody does-but it works off of electricity like a lot of other things in big cities do

                                            >Satisfied, he chuckles to himself and sits near you

                                            >You were warm before, but feeling him put his arm around you gives you a special sort of warmth that even defeats your ever-smoldering lust

                                            >"My favorite blanket, too. Good stuff."

                                            >The movie starts with a lot of narration

                                            >It seems like you should expect a lo-

                                            "W-whoa?! What are those?"

                                            >From bird monsters to... four-armed things?

                                            >The way they move is so natural but something about them seem off

                                            >Anon pats your shoulder and leaves you with no answers

                                            >There is so much to take in, you're at a loss for words

                                            >Tiny, fuzzy little balls that move around

                                            >So many creatures

                                            >And, of course, the protagonist!

                                            >He reminds you of Anon

                                            >If he had a different face

                                            >And different ears

                                            >And longer hair

                                            >And stringy limbs

                                            >...

                                            >Maybe he reminds you of Anon because he's just exotic

                                            >When Anon gets up, you don't even seem to mind

                                            >What do most of those creatures eat?

                                            >How dangerous would it be for you to be there...?

                                            >Your laser focus is broken only when Anon sits down, setting two massive saucers nearby

                                            >"Hungry?"

                                            >Only giving enough attention to beam at the idea of being handfed, you rattle your head

                                            >During any other time, you would love to put on a show of taking Anon's slices into your mouth

                                            >But...

                                            >Right now?

                                            >You kinda want to just keep watching