[FLUTTERRAPE] Extreme Facials Part Three


                                            Originally uploaded to Pastebin: June 8th, 2014

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                                            You were deceived, it's not a multi-part at all.

                                            I lied.


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                                            "THUNDERLANE WOULD YOU LIKE TO TELL ME WHY YOUR COCK ISN'T BURIED BALLS DEEP INSIDE FLUTTERSHY'S ASS?"

                                            >The stallion fumbles with his hooves and goes a deep shade of red.

                                            >"I-I'm sorry, Anon! Really! I just can't get it up!"

                                            "Jesus fucking Christ..."

                                            >You groan and rub your face with a hand.

                                            >Slump in your director's chair and snap your fingers to your right.

                                            >"Y-yes mister Anon sir?"

                                            >Look up at your assistant, a weary look on your face.

                                            "Derpy, coffee, now."

                                            >"Yes, sir!"

                                            >She gallops off, excited to be of use to someone.

                                            >Turning your attention to the scene before you, Thunderlane is shouting at his dick and slapping it around whilst Fluttershy waits patiently on the bed, inspecting her makeup.

                                            >The mare catches your eye, and smiles.

                                            >She beckons for you to come closer.

                                            >You stick up a middle finger and concentrate on Thunderlane.

                                            "THUNDERLANE."

                                            >"ACK-- Uhh, yeah, boss?"

                                            "You have ten minutes to get turn your floppy disc into a harddrive or you're out of that door faster than Fluttershy's last co-star."

                                            >"Floppy--"

                                            "NOW."

                                            >He panics and goes back to giving his genitals a pep-talk.

                                            >Fluttershy slides off the bed and struts over to you, shashaying her ass around as she does so.

                                            >"Hey, cutey~"

                                            "Eat a dick."

                                            >"Aww, that's not very nice~"

                                            "No, -literally- eat a dick; you're on in ten."

                                            >"I know. I just wanted to see how my favourite director is doing."

                                            "I'm your -only- director."

                                            >Pause for a second.

                                            "In fact, I don't think this business even existed before I came here."

                                            >"Want to come somewhere else~?"

                                            "I remember when you were like, shy, and unable to look people in the eyes for more than five seconds."

                                            >"I was a different mare."

                                            "You were more tolerable."

                                            >She bats her eyelids at you and smiles.

                                            >"Then why do you keep me around, hmm?"

                                            "Because like it or not, you're a god damn animal in the sack; I'll be honest, I didn't think you had it in you, but clearly you've got some issues that this whole thing brought to the surface."

                                            >"It's rude to bring up my problems."

                                            >She mockingly pouts at you.

                                            "Shut up, get back on the bed."

                                            >"I could leave, you know~"

                                            "You wouldn't be able to go four days without sucking a cock."

                                            >"If you play your cards right, it might be yours~"

                                            >"H-hey! Boss! Boss I got it working!"

                                            >Looking past Fluttershy, you see Thunderlane standing proud with an erection between his legs.

                                            "MARVELLOUS!"

                                            >Pick up Fluttershy (holding her at arm's length) and sprint onto the set, putting her on the bed and dashing back to your chair.

                                            "Lights!"

                                            >...

                                            >Nothing happens.

                                            >"W-wait! I'm here! I'm here! Sorry!"

                                            >Derpy comes bumbling back into the room, trying to balance your coffee on her head.

                                            >She reaches your side and you pluck it from the top of her noodle.

                                            "Thanks, you're a doll."

                                            >She blushes at the compliment.

                                            >"I-I hope you like your coffee, sir. Anything else I can do?"

                                            "Yeah, lights."

                                            >She nods excitedly and rushes off to turn on the set-lights.

                                            "Camera."

                                            >The mare, panting now, runs to your other side and grabs a camera between her hooves, taking fight and hovering just above the ground.

                                            "AAaand-- ACTION!"


                                            "You know, I think that went really well, team."

                                            >Thunderlane still isn't moving.

                                            >Fluttershy is having a cigarette on the bed and giving you the bedroom eyes.

                                            >Derpy's hair is covered in horse cum, as is the camera.

                                            "Couple of hiccups here and there, but for the most part that was pretty great."

                                            >Reach out to pat Derpy's head, but recoil as you remember that she's coated in Thunderlane's jizz.

                                            >Should probably get her some kind of umbrella hat for the moneyshot scenes.

                                            >Your eyes scan the set and stop on Thunderlane again.

                                            "He still out cold?"

                                            >Derpy rushes over and checks his pulse.

                                            >"Yessir! Exhaustion I think, sir!"

                                            >Fluttershy chuckles.

                                            >"You think that was good, just come over to momma and she'll show you how it's really done~"

                                            >Derpy shrugs and sits on the bed next to her, smiling.

                                            >"...N-no, Derpy, I meant Anon..."

                                            >The blonde pegasus frowns.

                                            >"Oh, yeah, right..."

                                            >She flies off out the room, still managing to smile.

                                            >Oblivious to what she's doing, that one. But she's happy to work for you, which is all you need her to be.

                                            >"Oh Aaaanooon~"

                                            >Glare at your lead.

                                            "What."

                                            >"Just us, now~"

                                            "Drop the act, Fluttershy, I know you only do that voice around other people."

                                            >"S-sorry..."

                                            "It's fine, I guess. You want anything? Coffee?"

                                            >"Umm, could I please have some tea?"

                                            "Gotcha. I'll get Derpy to make you some."

                                            >"Could you please make it for me?"

                                            >Raise an eyebrow.

                                            "I don't make drinks, Fluttershy."

                                            >"I know, but you can make the cream~."

                                            >...

                                            >"I-I was talking abou--"

                                            "I know. God, you're as subtle as Pinkie Pie."

                                            >Stand up, stretching.

                                            "That's all for today, though. Be back tomorrow night, we have a few more scenes to shoot before we release this to the public."

                                            >Fluttershy nods.

                                            >"W-wait, what about my tea?"

                                            >Snap your fingers.

                                            >Wait a few seconds.

                                            >...

                                            >A loud crash outside the room heralds the arrival of Derpy.

                                            >How she hears you, you'll never know.

                                            >You could stand in the Everfree and cough and she'd be there with a tissue.

                                            >Sweet little thing, Derpy.

                                            >"Anon! I got your coffee!"

                                            >You look down at the still warm mug in your hand, then frown at the mare.

                                            >"O-oh, you already had one... Umm, Fluttershy? Do you want this?"

                                            >"Does it have cream?"

                                            >"No--"

                                            "Just give her the coffee, Derpy, she's trying to set up for a lewd joke again."

                                            >Sniff and head towards the door.

                                            "Even though the base requirement for a joke is that it be funny."

                                            >Fluttershy sulks and follows you to the exit of the 'studio'.

                                            >"Don't be mean, Anon; I'm serious, if you're mean again I'll leave..."

                                            >She glances to her left and notices Derpy smiling at nothing.

                                            >"Uh, I mean-- Oh Anon~ Just you wait, I'll get you one day!"

                                            >Derpy doesn't seem to notice.

                                            >Or even care.

                                            >With a sigh, Fluttershy leaves, Derpy following obediently.

                                            >They both shut the door behind them as Derpy switches off the main lights, locking the door behind her.


                                            >...

                                            >"...Ugh, my head..."

                                            >...

                                            >"Hello?"

                                            >...

                                            >"Fluttershy? Anon? ...Derpy?"

                                            >...

                                            >"Ahh hell, not again..."


                                            >The next day, you throw your cup at the floor.

                                            "GOD DAMMIT, FLUTTERSHY, YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO SWALLOW."

                                            >"I couldn't help myself, it tasted sooo gooood!"

                                            "DERPY. COFFEE. NOW."

                                            >Your assistant gives you another cup of temperate liquid.

                                            >You promptly hurl it at Fluttershy.

                                            "ANOTHER."

                                            >Thunderlane leaps backwards as a wave of coffee nearly hits him.

                                            >"A-Anon, calm down!"

                                            "DON'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN, WE HAVE DEADLINES, THUNDERLANE."

                                            >Jab a finger at the chart on the wall.

                                            >Crude drawings of Fluttershy getting fucked with captions like "Mmm das good mang" and "white gold" surround a strict schedule.

                                            >' MAKE MOVIE '

                                            >' RELEASE MOVIE '

                                            >' MAKE FAT STACKS OF CASH '

                                            >' PAY STAFF '

                                            >Right at the bottom, a fine print reads:

                                            >' donate leftovers to derpy '

                                            "SEE? WE'RE NOT EVEN PAST THE FIRST POINT YET."

                                            >"Well we can work with this! Loads of stallions get off to mares swallowing loads from stallions!"

                                            >Derpy snickers.

                                            >Glare at her.

                                            >She stops.

                                            "Thunderlane. What is the name of this movie?"

                                            >"Uhh, 'Extreme Facials Part Three'?"

                                            "Exactly. So can you please tell me; WHERE THE FUCK. DOES A SWALLOWING SCENE. FIT INTO A FACIAL MOVIE?!"

                                            >"...In the bonus scenes?"

                                            >You twitch.

                                            >Derpy places a cup of coffee in front of you.

                                            >Sip it, then throw it at your male lead.


                                            >"Ahh! Ahhn~ Aaaah!"

                                            >Fluttershy bucks her hips against Thunderlane as he slams into her over and over again.

                                            >Derpy hovers around, getting close ups and generally being a sweetheart.

                                            >A sweetheart with a bit of cum on her left cheek.

                                            >Read through the script as the scene progresses, making sure that everything written down is happening.

                                            >' start sneen '

                                            >' thnuderlaine fukcs flutershy '

                                            >' cum of face '

                                            >' edn sceen. '

                                            >' $$$ '

                                            >Nod slowly.

                                            >Everything is coming together nicely.

                                            >"UUuuuhn! I'm coming!"

                                            >Fluttershy cries out and convulses on the bed.

                                            >Thunderlane quickly pulls out and sticks his cock in her face.

                                            >She quickly scrambles to her knees before him and opens her mouth.

                                            "Heeere we go..."

                                            >The 'studio' door slams open.

                                            >"...And here we have the drama room!"

                                            >Freeze.

                                            >Everyone stops what they're doing.

                                            >A bit of cum squirts onto Fluttershy.

                                            >She doesn't even flinch.

                                            >Cheerliee, stood with a group of official looking ponies, gawks at you and you coworkers.

                                            >...

                                            >The script slips through your fingers.

                                            "SHIT. WE'VE BEEN RUMBLED; EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF!"

                                            >Thunderlane and Fluttershy take off like a pair of ballistic missiles, crashing through the windows of the drama room and away into the skies.

                                            >Derpy launches herself towards you and (with great effort) carries you out the hole in the window, flapping her wings as hard as she can as you jeer at the interlopers.

                                            "YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE, FUCKERS!"

                                            >The school teacher and her guests are still dumbfounded as you are carried away from the scene.


                                            "Alright, so I'll admit it, shooting a porno in a pre-school over the weekend was a pretty risky move."

                                            >"Pretty risky?! We're going to prison, Anon!"

                                            "...Be that as it may, Thunderlane, I'm sure everything will work out for the best; Fluttershy is a celebrity, so it'll be fine."

                                            >Fluttershy winces.

                                            >"Um, actually, no. We're s-screwed..."

                                            >Derpy, still smiling as though nothing is wrong, cuddles up against you on your cell bed.

                                            >"So what happens now, mister Anon?"

                                            >She pulls out her camera, still sticky from its last use.

                                            "How the hell do you still have that?"

                                            >"Oh, well they never took it off me!"

                                            >...

                                            >You glance up at your two lead stars.

                                            >They look towards the door of the jail cell.

                                            >Thunderlane eyes the camera, then looks at you.

                                            >"...Jail cells haven't been done yet."

                                            >...

                                            "POSITIONS EVERYONE."


                                            The End.