[FLUTTERRAPE] Good Shy


                                            Originally uploaded to Pastebin: May 30th, 2014

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                                            A series of posts led to this story being churned out.


                                            "Now Anon, I thought we agreed to take things slowly. I may be the Element of Kindness, but I'm saving things like that for after I get married."


                                            I responded with:


                                            ...

                                            Pffft.

                                            ---

                                            >"I have you now, Anon!"

                                            "Fuck you, Fluttershy."

                                            >Fluttershy stands on your chest, beaming down at you.

                                            >You're tied to the bed, as usual.

                                            >"And now you can spend the rest of your life with me~"

                                            "So what, are you gonna rape me now?"

                                            >Fluttershy's eyes widen.

                                            >She stares at you in shock.

                                            >"R-rape?"

                                            >Look from side to side, then back to the pegasus with a confused look.

                                            "Uhh, yeah?"

                                            >Her bottom lip trembles.

                                            >"I-I... Anon I would never..."

                                            >She starts crying.

                                            >Shush her and try to console her.

                                            "I think there might have been a serious misunderstanding here."

                                            >"I-I just want to marry you! I want to love you and snuggle you! I could never... R-r... (rape!)"

                                            >She nearly whispers the last word.

                                            >The next hour is filled with Fluttershy apologising and covering you in tears.

                                            >By the time she's gotten around to untying you, you have resigned to being her shoulder to cry on.

                                            >She stays the night, in your bed.

                                            >On the other side, with both hooves on top of the covers.

                                            >She even made you say a prayer to Celestia before bed.


                                            >Fucking Fluttershy.


                                            To this, an Anon asked:


                                            "Please. For my own sake. Take this and turn it into Anon being sick of Fluttershy's goody two-shoes shit, and he wants the rapist back.


                                            Hell, have him try to actively turn her into a sexual deviant or corrupt her.


                                            Then the circle will be complete."


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                                            Alrighty then, Anon. Here we are.

                                            Not much, but hopefully it makes you laugh.

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                                            >"Good morning, Anon!"

                                            >Nod at her, patiently stroking your cricket bat with a hand as she trots up your garden path.

                                            >Once she crosses a yellow line drawn on the flag paving with paint, you ready your bat.

                                            >She then crosses a similar red line, and you tense your muscles, ready to swing.

                                            >"Such a wonderful day, isn't it?"

                                            "Yeah... Nice day for cricket..."

                                            >She's almost in range.

                                            >"So would you like to come with me to mass?"

                                            >...

                                            >Lower the bat slightly.

                                            "Sorry, what?"

                                            >"Mass! Oh, did I not tell you?"

                                            >She swells with pride and reveals a tiny metal icon of Celestia's cutie mark, hanging by a chain.

                                            >"I became a Celestite!"

                                            "...That an STD or...?"

                                            >She scowls.

                                            >"Absolutely not! It is a companionship of ponies dedicated to living a righteous and pure life devoted to Celestia!"

                                            "No, nuns aren't my fetish either. Nice try though."

                                            >Fluttershy gives you a look of pity.

                                            >"It is a shame that your mind is so corrupted, Anonymous... But that is why I am here!"

                                            >Ready your bat again.

                                            >"I want you to come with me to mass so that we can pray away your sins!"

                                            "Sounds gay as hell."

                                            >"I'll pay you."


                                            >"AND LO, BLESS-ED ARE THE FARMERS; BLESS-ED ARE THE WEATHER PONIES; BLESS-ED ARE THOSE THAT WIELD MAGIC. FOR ALL ARE EQUAL AND CHOSEN IN -HER- EYES!... AMEN!"

                                            >The audience all lets out a resounding "Amen".

                                            >Fluttershy sighs happily as she places her hooves together and closes her eyes.

                                            >Look around the room.

                                            >The 'vicar', as well as the other ponies are all bowing their heads.

                                            >Feel something poke your leg.

                                            >Oh here we fucking go--

                                            >"Anon, pray with us!"

                                            >Fluttershy gives you a hopeful smile.

                                            >Glare at her.

                                            "Molesting me in the pews isn't my fetish either, Fluttershy."

                                            >"Is there a problem, my son?"

                                            >Glance to the side.

                                            >The vicar is looking straight at you.

                                            "Oh, I'm just waiting for the part where my friend here rips my pants off and tries to suck my internal organs out through my cock. Don't mind me."

                                            >He shakes his head, anger in his eyes.

                                            >"There is no sin in this house of Celestia!"

                                            "So what, did this religion crop up over night or...?"

                                            >"BE GONE, VILE APE!"

                                            "Alright, shit, man."


                                            >"Y-you really embarrassed me there, Anon!"

                                            "I don't care. Wanna go for shakes?"

                                            >"You don't understand, do you?! I'm a changed mare now! I want to live a just and pure life!"

                                            "Fluttershy, the only thing 'pure' about -you- is that you haven't yet resorted to cannibalism in order to guess my fetish. Just a heads up, that's not it, but you're welcome to try as long as you don't eat Scootaloo."

                                            >Develop a dopey grin.

                                            "I like Scoots..."

                                            >Fluttershy stamps her hoof.

                                            >"NO!"

                                            >Raise an eyebrow at her outburst.

                                            >"I want to be free from sin, and I want you by my side, Anon! I still love you, but our love must be sacred! No violence or hate or depravity! Just you, I, and Celestia as our witness!"

                                            "...Celestia as our witness, eh?"

                                            >"Yes."

                                            "She watches everything?"

                                            >Fluttershy sighs happily.

                                            >"She watches over us all, Anon."

                                            "Woah, that's kinky; so she was watching you piss all over me when you had me tied down and naked last month--"

                                            >Fluttershy screams in frustration and storms off.

                                            >Cup a hand to your mouth and shout after her.

                                            "I'LL BE AT SUGARCUBE CORNER IF YOU'RE STILL UP FOR SHAKES!"

                                            >She doesn't reply.

                                            >Her loss.


                                            >Sit alone at Sugarcube Corner, sipping a banana shake in memory of your fallen cafe-partner.

                                            >Sucks that she's become all "pure" and shit...

                                            >Thoughtfully suck on your straw.

                                            >Heh, she'd be so hot and bothered if she saw you sucking this...

                                            >...

                                            >Stop sucking and lean back.

                                            >Look around the cafe.

                                            >Ponies are chatting amongst themselves.

                                            >Looking out the window, you see Applejack and Rarity laughing together.

                                            >They never laugh with -you-...

                                            >Sigh and look back at your yellow drink.

                                            >It's the same colour as her coat...

                                            >...And her piss.

                                            >Filthy pony, that Fluttershy.

                                            >She'll come around, you're sure of it.


                                            >She hasn't come around.

                                            >Watch with a bored expression as the ponies exit the church.

                                            >Fluttershy is amongst them, wearing her Sunday best.

                                            >She sees you, sat on a park bench watching her.

                                            >With a smile she trots over.

                                            >"Hello, Anonymous! I was just going to feed some animals then volunteer at the soup kitchen! Would you like to join me?"

                                            "Yeah yeah, whatever, listen; I just got this new pair of daisy dukes. Wanna watch me put them on and watch me from my closet or whatever?"

                                            >She takes a moment to process that, then gives out a defeated sigh.

                                            >"I... Give up, Anon."

                                            "Awesome!"

                                            >"With you."

                                            >...What.

                                            >"I want to keep loving you, but look at you! You're parading around acting as though a life lived in depravity and abominable behaviour is the right thing to do! I want to love you, but I can't love you like this. I'm sorry."

                                            >She turns to leave.

                                            >Sprint after her and backpedal in front of her as she walks.

                                            "Woah, slow down Fluttershy, seriously. This isn't funny anymore, alright? Just come with me and we can do whatever sick twisted she you want, okay?"

                                            >She turns on you, her features twisted in anger.

                                            >"I don't -do- that anymore, Anonymous! If you don't want to engage me as a human who wants the best for himself then don't bother talking to me at all!"

                                            >With that, she takes flight.

                                            >You watch her go.

                                            "But... You -are- what's best for me..."


                                            >Stand outside Fluttershy's house at night.

                                            >She's getting ready for bed, as you can see through the window.

                                            >The mare ascends the stairs, singing to herself and her animals.

                                            >Check the time.

                                            >9:00.

                                            >Revolting. -Your- Fluttershy would be up until 4:00 in the morning making sickly desserts to see if they were your fetish.

                                            >But you know how to get her back.

                                            >You just need to show her what she's missing out on!

                                            >If you show her all the fetishes she could have been guessing you can win her back for sure!

                                            >The lights in her house turn off, and the moon turns the window you're staring through into a faint mirror.

                                            >Your reflection stares back.

                                            >A human with crazed eyes, messy hair and wearing a pink t-shirt with yellow pants.

                                            >Her favourite colours.

                                            >She'll be back to normal in no time, right?

                                            >Right.

                                            >Picking the lock on her window, you hop through it and creep along the floor as quietly as you can.

                                            >Climb the stairs, making sure not to make any noise.

                                            >Fluttershy's bedroom door is slightly ajar.

                                            >Stand outside and peer in.

                                            >She's engaged in prayer.

                                            >"...And please bless all my little animal friends too! Amen."

                                            >With that, Fluttershy climbs into bed.

                                            >You lean back so that she doesn't see you peering in.

                                            >After a full minute, you look back through the crack.

                                            >She's asleep.

                                            >With both hooves above the covers.

                                            >Poor thing must be freezing like that.

                                            >Silently drift past the door, looming over Fluttershy's bed like a sexually confused boogie man.

                                            >Stare down at your sleeping partner, who is smiling as she no doubt dreams of horrific things your mind can't even fathom.

                                            >Like a rotten corpse of your dead mother with no eyes screeching at you and trying to flay your skin with the razor blades she's attached to her fingernails as you scream and hide.

                                            >Yeah.

                                            >That's a good fetish.

                                            >She should do that.

                                            >Your grin widens.

                                            >Reach into your bag of supplies and pull out some rope.

                                            >This is gonna be niiice and simple.


                                            >Niiice and simple.

                                            >And kinda loud.

                                            >Fluttershy thrashes about like a fish out of water, the tape over her mouth stopping most of the screaming.

                                            >Her headboard still slams against the wall though.

                                            >The fear in her eyes tells you that she must be about to come around.

                                            "Heeey, partner!"

                                            >Raise a dildo from your bag.

                                            "Remember this? You once fit this entire thing in my ass! Good times, huh?"

                                            >She shakes her head and tries to speak.

                                            >Reach into your bag again and reveal a camera.

                                            "Hid this in my shower... I was so mad when I found it, wasn't I?"

                                            >Fluttershy is crying now.

                                            "A-and this! Look at this!"

                                            >It's a group picture of you and the mane 6.

                                            >Fluttershy is grinding on your leg.

                                            "I-It's g-great to see old memories, r-right?"

                                            >The mare stares at you.

                                            "It's nice to look at the olden days and say "Yeah, we had it pretty good back then.", right?"

                                            >You feel close to tears now.

                                            "Through the g-good and the bad, we still had it pretty good!"

                                            >Lunge forward and press your body on top of Fluttershy's.

                                            "I miss those days, Fluttershy. I want them back. I want -you- back."

                                            >Your eyes are locked onto hers.

                                            >There is no movement for a while, just the two of you looking into each other's souls.

                                            >Slowly reach up and peel the tape off her lips.

                                            >She doesn't cry out.

                                            >Instead, she leans forward and whispers in your ear:

                                            [spoiler]>"So is pretending to leave you your fetish?"[/spoiler]


                                            [spoiler]>Marry her within a week and spend the rest of your life fucking Fluttershy.[/spoiler]

                                            Fin.