[FLUTTERRAPE] What Maud Do You Want?


                                            Originally uploaded to Pastebin: March 31st, 2014

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                                            >"Anon, this is Maud!"

                                            >You look down at the greyscale mare.

                                            >She looks back with an almost vacant expression.

                                            >Pinkie reaches over and pulls her sister into a tight hug.

                                            >Maud doesn't even show an emotion at the intimacy.

                                            >"Isn't she great?!"

                                            "Uhh, yeah."

                                            >Crouch down and extend a hand.

                                            "Nice to meet you, Maud. I'm Anon."

                                            >She blinks slowly and acknowledges your hand, then returns her eyes to looking into yours.

                                            >Flex your fingers and withdraw your gesture.

                                            "Okay... So what do you do?"

                                            >Maud wets her lips before speaking.

                                            >"I study rocks."

                                            >...

                                            "Cooool..."

                                            >Pinkie is ecstatic at your 'conversation'.

                                            >"This is -AMAZING-!! My favourite sister and my favourite human interacting! It's a dream come true, yippee!"

                                            >She bounces off towards your kitchen to raid your cupboards for food.

                                            >That leaves you with Maud.

                                            >She's now sat on your sofa.

                                            >Cough into a fist and look at the time.

                                            >The clock seems to be moving as slowly as Maud does.

                                            >Your eyes dart back to the pony across from you, who has made no effort to do... Well... Anything.

                                            "Soo. Studying rocks any fun?"

                                            >"Define 'fun'."

                                            >Holy Christ.

                                            "Do you enjoy your line of work?"

                                            >"Yes."

                                            >...

                                            >It's like talking to a brick wall.

                                            >Which is actually very apt, given the mare in question.

                                            >Pinkie Pie bounces back into the room, carrying a tray of drinks in her mouth.

                                            >"I got us juice!"

                                            >She sets the tray down on the table between you and Maud and chugs down her own drink.

                                            >"Oh! Maud! I got you ice! They're like little frozen rocks!"

                                            >Maud glances at her glass, which has several icecubes bobbing on the surface of the fruit juice.

                                            >She reaches forward, slowly; picks up the glass, slowly; drinks it, slowly; then sets it down, slowly.

                                            >Everything about her is slow. Her blinking, speaking, everything.

                                            >You're having a hard time wondering if she's retarded or just calculated.

                                            >Pinkie's eyes jump between you both, who seem to be having an impromptu staring contest.

                                            >You're pretty sure that Maud is dead, hence her unblinking gaze and totally motionless--

                                            >Oh, no, she shifted her leg slightly. She's more alive than ever before.

                                            >Fucking hell this is boring.

                                            >Pinkie checks the watch she was apparently wearing the whole time.

                                            >"Oh no! I forgot to check on the Cake twins!"

                                            >She looks nervously at you both.

                                            >"Will you both be okay?"

                                            >Her natural smile returns before either of you can answer.

                                            >"Aww who am I kidding, you'll both be fine! Bye guys!"

                                            >In a flurry of pink, she's gone.

                                            >Sigh and look back at Maud.

                                            "So what's your deal?"

                                            >"What do you mean."

                                            >God, that emotionless voice.

                                            "Well, everything! The rocks, the voice, the slow movements. Are you mentally ill or something? No offence intended, I'm just curious as to why you're so different from Pinkie Pie."

                                            >"I am not different from Pinkie Pie. Pinkie Pie is different from me."

                                            >Blink a few times.

                                            >"She is the strange one in our family."

                                            >The way she sounds out every word...

                                            >...But she's still got a good point. Ponk is extremely strange.

                                            "Must have been hell to grow up with, right?"

                                            >You flash her a smile and laugh in an attempt to lighten the mood.

                                            >"What do you mean?"

                                            "Well, you know. Hyper active, super happy all the time, you know."

                                            >"Pinkie Pie is my sister. I love her."

                                            >If you didn't know any better you'd say Maud was glaring at you, but you have no idea because of that EXACT SAME FUCKING FACIAL EXPRESSION.

                                            "Right, yeah, of course; sorry."

                                            >Maud slowly blinks.

                                            >Sigh and scratch your face.

                                            "So uhh, what do you do for fun? Rocks?"

                                            >You intended for that to be a joke.

                                            >"Yes. I like playing with rocks."

                                            >Ooof course.

                                            >"Sometimes I stick them in my vagina."

                                            >You drop your glass of apple juice.

                                            >...

                                            "Care to repeat that?"

                                            >"I like to play with rocks. Sometimes I find rocks that are smoother than the others and put them inside me. It feels good."

                                            >Stare at her.

                                            "Holy shit."

                                            >You have no idea how to respond to this.

                                            >Do you... Is it a joke?

                                            >You can't tell.

                                            "Ha... Ha? That was a uhh, a good joke."

                                            >"I was not joking."

                                            >What the fuck.

                                            "So you -actually- masturbate with rocks."

                                            >"Yes."

                                            >This is definitely the most bizarre situation you've ever been in.

                                            >And you thought visiting Rarity's dad was weird.

                                            >(He collects Zebra skulls)

                                            "...Why?"

                                            >"I like the feeling of hard objects inside my vagina."

                                            "...Elaborate."

                                            >"It results in culmination."

                                            "You mean orgasm?"

                                            >"That is what I said."

                                            "You're extremely weird, you know that?"

                                            >"I should just show you."

                                            >God this pony is just... You don't even know.

                                            >Socially retarded? She's got to be smart if she's taking a "rocktorate" as Pinkie calls it.

                                            >So maybe she's just pulling one giant practical jo--

                                            "Wait what the fuck did you just say?"

                                            >"I should show you what I mean."

                                            >Maud gets off her seat and walks around the table until she's between your legs on your side of the table.

                                            >The pony looks up at you with the same completely neutral face as always.

                                            >She looks at your crotch, then back at you.

                                            "I hope you're not planning what I think you are."

                                            >"I intend to show you how I reach culmination."

                                            >Jump off your seat and back away from her, laughing nervously.

                                            "Woah, hey there, I don't really uhh, like you that way; sorry if I've led you on unintentionally."

                                            >Maud stalks you.

                                            >Her movements no longer seem slow.

                                            >They seem precise; well thought out.

                                            >She moves with absolute certainty in her movements.

                                            >Paranoia grips you as you start to expect her to lash out suddenly.

                                            >"It will not take long."

                                            >She looks towards the clock on the wall.

                                            >"We have eight minutes until Pinkie Pie will be finished with her task."

                                            "H-how do you know that?"

                                            >"I know Pinkie Pie very well."

                                            >Maud steps forward and presses a hoof against your foot.

                                            >You try to pull it back, but can't.

                                            >It takes all your effort to wrench it free from her.

                                            "What -are- you?"

                                            >"I am a rock expert."

                                            >Maud moves.

                                            >She moves faster than anything you've ever seen before.

                                            >A dull pain emits from your legs as your balance is ripped from you.

                                            >Land on your back on your living room floor.

                                            >Before you even know you've hit the ground Maud is on top of you, the same vacant stare studying your features.

                                            >She leans forward and sniffs your face.

                                            >Then licks it.

                                            >"Hm. Salty."

                                            >Another lick.

                                            >"Salt is a mineral. I like minerals as much as I do rocks."

                                            >You want to move, you really do.

                                            >But Maud is no ordinary Earth Pony.

                                            >The strength holding you down is something that not even Big Mac can muster.

                                            >You are unable to move from under Maud.

                                            "How are you this strong?"

                                            >"I work with a lot of rocks."

                                            "That's not an answer."

                                            >"Yes it is. I work with a lot of rocks."

                                            >She grips your collar with her teeth and jerks her head back.

                                            >Your shirt is torn off by the sudden violent motion.

                                            >The almost supernatural strength of Maud means that she makes quick work of your pants as well.

                                            >Each time you try to back up, a powerful hoof strikes your chest and knocks you back down, winding you.

                                            >Gasp for breath and clutch your ribs, one of which feels broken.

                                            >Maud removes your boxers with her teeth, leaving you naked.

                                            >"It is time."

                                            >She glances at the clock.

                                            >"We have six minutes."

                                            >The pony moves around so that her pussy is over your face and her mouth is near your cock.

                                            >A long lick causes you to shudder.

                                            >"More salt."

                                            >Her hot breath and coarse tongue on your dick provides enough sensation for your body to betray you.

                                            >Your member begins to stiffen at Maud's touch.

                                            >A hoof prods it once it has reached full mast.

                                            >"Now it's much more like a rock. But it's not the same colour."

                                            >She lets out a disappointed huff.

                                            >Though that might be an ordinary huff. You can't tell.

                                            >The persistent aching in your chest keeps you down and groaning.

                                            >Maud's mouth gets to work on your tongue.

                                            >As she does so, she presses her marehood against your nose.

                                            >She doesn't ask you to lick, she just rubs herself against your face, your nose being enough to get her 'excited' enough to start leaking juices.

                                            >"I am wet."

                                            >Another blindingly fast movement and she's face to face with you again.

                                            >Her hooves hold you down as she looks down on you with the most uninterested face she can muster.

                                            >Your cock is lined up at her adequately moist entrance, and she pushes down.

                                            >You enter her, the pony's interior as hard and unkind as her exterior.

                                            >Not a sound is heard from the mare as she moves her hips in a robotic repetition.

                                            >Only the sound of a faint 'squelch' can be heard.

                                            >Maud locks eyes with you the whole time.

                                            >Occasionally she looks over at the clock, then back to you.

                                            >All without saying a single word.

                                            >Her walls are crushing you, but she doesn't seem to notice.

                                            >You're in too much pain to fight her off, and even if you tried she'd just floor you again.

                                            >And yet she cares not.

                                            >Not in a ruthless sense, but she doesn't appear to be getting anything out of this.

                                            >She seems to be emotionless in everything that she does.

                                            >It's surreal.

                                            >You don't even know what you would call this.

                                            >Neither party is enjoying this, even if she is she's sure as hell not showing it.

                                            >Maud looks over her shoulder a final time at the clock.

                                            >Her hips pause mid-thrust.

                                            >She readjusts her self slightly--

                                            >--And then begins slamming herself upon you like a jack-hammer.

                                            >As though a switch was suddenly thrown, Maud's hips are a blur.

                                            >Your cock is being milked faster than you can even comprehend.

                                            >You've never felt anything like it.

                                            >A tidal wave of sensation washes over you, nothing like the slow rhythmic motions of before.

                                            >Maud's walls work in perfect harmony with her movements, expertly reshaping around your dick with each thrust.

                                            >You groan and claw at the carpet, screwing your eyes shut as you begin pumping the silent mare full of your cum.

                                            >She hilts you and waits patiently as you ride out your orgasm.

                                            >Once you're finished, she climbs off you and trots towards the bathroom.

                                            >You lie on your floor; staring at the ceiling; your mind reeling.

                                            >After a short while, the bathroom door opens and Maud trots out.

                                            >She instantly heads for the stairs.

                                            >You listen closely as drawers upstairs open and shut.

                                            >A few more moments has Maud return, carrying a new set of clothes on her back.

                                            >She whips out a cloth and begins wiping up the mess all over you, drying the cum and juices from your pelvic region and generally cleaning you up.

                                            >Rather than struggle, you cooperate in letting her redress you.

                                            >All of this is done without a word from either of you.

                                            >In another minute, you're both sat down in your original positions.

                                            >Maud sits in her seat across from you.

                                            >You sit in your armchair, holding a hand against the sore part of your chest.

                                            >"That is how I reach culmination."

                                            >No more words are exchanged as Pinkie Pie bursts through the door at that exact moment.

                                            >"Hi guys! Wowee, you haven't even moved! Did you both talk about fun stuff, did you did you did you?!"

                                            >Maud doesn't reply.

                                            >Neither do you.

                                            >You both just stare at each other.

                                            >Though you have no idea what's going on in Maud's head right now, you're sure of one thing.


                                            >That was the best sex you've ever had in your life.

                                            >Fucking Maud.


                                            The End.