[FLUTTERRAPE] Fluttershy's Fetish


                                            Originally uploaded to Pastebin: July 18th, 2015

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                                            >The zebra's eyes light up once she sees who it is.

                                            >"It has been too long, dear Fluttershy! Tell me, why have you decided to stop by?"

                                            >You smile and step through the door to Zecora's cabin.

                                            "Twilight mentioned that you had some tea that I might like. ...It's not too forward of me to ask for some, is it?"

                                            >Zecora chuckles and beckons you towards a pair of chairs, a pot lightly bubbling between them.

                                            >"My tea is legend, is it not? As luck would have it, I just made a pot~"

                                            >She hums to herself and pours the pair of you some tea.

                                            >You inhale the fragrance and sigh.

                                            >It's an exotic scent, unlike anything you've ever smelt.

                                            >Your friend sit across from you and lightly sips on her drink.

                                            >"Now tell me how you have been of late, I myself have been quite great."


                                            >You giggle and brush your mane away from your eyes.

                                            "I didn't think you'd go through with it, Zecora!"

                                            >The zebra swells with mirth.

                                            >"Do not mistake me for some frail thing, my hooves can pack quite a sting."

                                            >She mock-jabs the air a few times.

                                            >"I sent that beast running for the hill, and I have to say, it was quite the thrill."

                                            >She chuckles again and checks her cup.

                                            >"Alas, my cup is empty again, could you fill it up, if that's not a pain?"

                                            >You happily pour her another cup of tea.

                                            >Sit back down and smile at Zecora.

                                            >She gives you her usual intense stare.

                                            >Zecora always seems to be searching for something when she looks at ponies.

                                            >Here it's no different.

                                            >You've long since stopped being uncomfortable though, it's just how she is.

                                            >Finally, she speaks, her voice dropping somewhat.

                                            >"Twilight tells me of your quest, Fluttershy, you know what I mean, do not lie~"

                                            >Cock your head.

                                            "My... quest?"

                                            >Zecora's smile twists into a smirk.

                                            >"Your ongoing quest of romantic seduction, I was wondering if you desired my instruction?"

                                            >Your face goes bright red.

                                            "O-oh, that, umm, it's going... good."

                                            >"Come now Fluttershy, you can tell me what's wrong, I don't want you to suffer too long."

                                            >Sigh in defeat.

                                            "Well, I've had my eye on this guy for a while."

                                            >Zecora smiles and motions for you to continue.

                                            "He's really really attractive and I k-kinda want to..."

                                            >Gulp.

                                            "Y-you know. But he's not returning my feelings and I don't know what to do."

                                            >Zecora nods slowly.

                                            >"Sometimes those we love are difficult to attract, it can take months, or years to be exact."

                                            "That's not very reassuring..."

                                            >"Worry not, my yellow friend, I am here with an ear to lend."

                                            "It's just that, well, I've tried dressing up, wearing make-up, showing an interest in the same things he's into, but nothing works! It's like he hates me..."

                                            >Zecora shakes her head.

                                            >"Hate is very much a powerful word, to use it so liberally is quite absurd. I'm sure your colt is simply distracted, it will have to take more to get him attracted."

                                            "But how? He said yesterday that the only way to get him to like me was with a fetish..."

                                            >Zecora stares at you, shocked.

                                            >Look glumly at your cup, your sad reflection looking back at you.

                                            >"...I may have that which you seek, but I must warn that it is not for the meek."

                                            >Glance up.

                                            "You can help me?"

                                            >"There is indeed a fetish you can employ, but it is dangerous, and is want to destroy."

                                            "Oh. Sorry, but that doesn't sound like something helpful, Zecora."

                                            >Your friend stands up, a determined look on her face.

                                            >"If a fetish is what it will take for your joy, then a fetish is what we must deploy."

                                            >She beckons for you to follow her.

                                            >You trot behind her as she moves over to a tough looking chest in a dark corner of the hut.

                                            >The mare gives it an apprehensive look.

                                            >"The creature within a most troublesome pest, but for performing tasks it is surely the best."

                                            >With a swift move that makes you flinch, Zecora throws open the chest.

                                            >A small wooden mask with elaborate etchings and war-paint covering it lies on a satin cushion within.

                                            >Zecora reaches in and plucks it out, holding it up to the light with a hoof.

                                            >"This creature appears as a simple mask, but it shall aid you with any task. Its methods are odd and manner unkind, though it will help you out of your bind."

                                            >The zebra gives it to you.

                                            >"Take it with you and give it a mission; a drop of water shall seal your petition."

                                            >Look between the mask and Zecora.

                                            "R-really? This will get Anon to love me?"

                                            >She raises an eyebrow, clearly surprised by the mention of Anon, but nods regardless.

                                            >"Anonymous is a stubborn man, but this fetish shall make him your fan."

                                            "Oh."

                                            >You look at the mask again.

                                            >A dark sense of dread washes over you as you stare into the hollow eyes.

                                            >Ancient tribal markings cover its surface, and you shudder to imagine the depravity of whatever magics conjured such a thing into existence.

                                            >In the back of your mind a voice tells you that this is a bad idea, that you should turn back before you tamper with powers far beyond your control.

                                            >...

                                            >Then again, this thing could get you laid.

                                            "Yaaay!"


                                            >Slam your front door shut.

                                            >Scamper up the stairs of your cottage.

                                            >You pass Angel on the way up.

                                            >He points at his tummy.

                                            "Not now, Angel! Mommy's dealing with ancient tribal spirits!"

                                            >The rabbit rolls his eyes.

                                            >Slam your bedroom door shut and cast the mask onto your bed.

                                            >Silence reigns.

                                            >Wet your lips and tremble slightly.

                                            >So you just ask it to do something and pour water on it.

                                            >That's what she said, right?

                                            >There's no way this can go wrong.

                                            >Zecora wouldn't give you an extremely dangerous magical artefact from a time-lost age, would she?

                                            >...No, she's a good friend.

                                            >Nodding to reassure yourself, you clear your throat, your most confident voice addressing the object.

                                            "Um, h-hello... I-I'm Fluttershy, um, could you maybe get Anon to love me? He said he needs a fetish to make him love me so... yeah..."

                                            >Fumbling with your hooves slightly, you gently pour a glass of water onto the mask's face.

                                            >Step back and eagerly await the fireworks.

                                            >Nothing seems to happen for a moment.

                                            >Until the mask sprouts legs and stands up.

                                            >"OOGA."

                                            "EEK!"

                                            >Trip over yourself backwards as you try to scramble away from the creature.

                                            >Arms quickly follow the legs, and soon the mask has a tiny body.

                                            >It flexes and lets out a satisfied groan.

                                            >"Yellow horny lady want wish granted. Me do."

                                            >Blink and stand up, cautiously approaching the mask.

                                            >It just stands there, swinging its arms and waiting for you to stop being such a coward.

                                            >"Yellow horny lady slow. Hurry hurry."

                                            "Um, my name is Fluttershy."

                                            >"Fluttyshy horny yellow lady."

                                            "W-well I'm not -that- horny! This is about love, not sex!"

                                            >The fetish stops swinging its arms.

                                            >"...Yellow horny lady stupid. Me done this many time."

                                            >Cock your head.

                                            "You've done this before? ...and I'm not stupid..."

                                            >"Many year ago. Tribe ladies want babies. Me help them get mates. Me done this many time."

                                            "Oh! So you have experience! How wonderful!"

                                            >"Yes yes. Stupid horny yellow lady smart. We go now. Get you baby. Yes?"

                                            "Y-yes please."

                                            >The fetish jumps off the bed.

                                            >It stands no higher than your front knees.

                                            >Said mask peers up at you, its eyes still hollow.

                                            >The voice behind it speaks up again.

                                            >"We go now. Take me to baby-maker home."

                                            "H-he's called Anon, actually."

                                            >"Name not important. He only good for making baby. He fill you with many baby."

                                            "I'm not really sure if we can actually have babies--"

                                            >"No baby then. Only fun time."

                                            "Y-yes, fun time, sure."

                                            >With that, you reach down and carefully pick the mask up.

                                            >It uses your mane as a ladder and climbs onto you, riding on your back.

                                            >"This remind me of old days."

                                            "Really?"

                                            >"Yes. Many baby."

                                            >You blush once you realise what it's getting at.

                                            >Trot out of your room and towards the front door, calling out into the house as you go.

                                            "Angel, sweetie? Mommy's going to go use this potentially dangerous zebra magic to get laid! Carrots are in the fridge, don't stay up too late!"

                                            >Angel scowls at you as you happily bound out the house.


                                            "Here we are!"

                                            >The fetish looks around.

                                            >"Place too green. No flatland."

                                            "Flatland?"

                                            >"Old place had flatland. Lots of dust."

                                            "Aww, do you miss your home?"

                                            >"Lots of lion chasing zebra. Lots of lion eating zebra."

                                            "Wh-- That sounds horrible!"

                                            >"Yes. But then lion mate with zebra. Good times follow."

                                            "...Oh."

                                            >"Me see many things. Lewd things."

                                            >Crack a smile.

                                            >This can't fail.

                                            "Alright, here we go."

                                            >You start to walk down the hill towards Anon's house.

                                            >It's a pleasant little place by Ponyville lake.

                                            >Nice and out of the way, just how he likes it.

                                            >Stride up to the front door and knock on it a few times.

                                            "So um, when he mates with me, do you stop being alive?"

                                            >"Yes."

                                            "Right, right, um, so you won't watch?"

                                            >"I watch."

                                            "Please don't."

                                            >"I watch. Make sure deal done."

                                            >You blush slightly.

                                            "Well don't get too cl--"

                                            >The door opens.

                                            >"Oh Jesus Christ, Fluttershy."

                                            "Hello, Anon!"

                                            >The human rubs his eyes and checks his watch.

                                            >"I'll admit it, I like that you gave me time to actually eat lunch today, but I'm still pissed that you're here. Now go away, I don't care about whatever you're about to say."

                                            "But Anon! I found a fetish!"

                                            >"...What?"

                                            "Last week you told me that the only way to make you love me was if I found a fetish!"

                                            >"Guess, Fluttershy. If you -guess- my fetish."

                                            >He gives you a cautious look.

                                            >"...Why, what did you do?"

                                            >The mask leaps off your back and onto your head.

                                            >He jabs a tiny finger at Anon.

                                            >"Big monkey thing! You mate with stupid horny yellow lady!"

                                            >Anon stares at the fetish for a very long time.

                                            >You wait for him to rip his shirt off and start sucking your face.

                                            >Should happen any second now.

                                            >...

                                            >Instead, he starts laughing.

                                            >"What the fu-- what the fuck -is- that?! Fluttershy, what the hell have you done?!"

                                            >You feel your cheeks flush red from embarrassment.

                                            "I-it's a fetish! I got it... for you..."

                                            >You lower your head and try to block out his laughing.

                                            >The human wipes a tear from his eye and steps back into the house.

                                            >"A for effort, Shy, but you still need to get off my property."

                                            >He slams the door.

                                            >Once he does, you hear a knocking on your skull.

                                            >The fetish is rapping his knuckles against it.

                                            >"Stupid horny yellow lady. We go. Make plan."


                                            >"Big monkey thing bigger than me think. Have to think bigger."

                                            "Think bigger?"

                                            >"Very bigger."

                                            >You watch with mild amusement as the fetish paces around in the bush at the top of the hill overlooking Anon's house.

                                            >Your usual spying spot.

                                            >The grass even has a you-shaped crater in it.

                                            >He makes a frustrated noise and bangs his little fists on his face.

                                            >Then snaps his fingers.

                                            >"Me have plan. Stallion like big mare bits."

                                            "They do?"

                                            >"Yes. Me make you bigger. Have bigger mare bits. Big monkey thing want you."

                                            >He nods.

                                            >"Good plan."

                                            "I think so? How do we make me bigger though?"

                                            >The fetish cracks his knuckles.

                                            >"Me good with hands."

                                            >He waggles his fingers and performs a funny little dance, making grunts and other high-pitched tribal noises.

                                            >Once he does a full spin, he points a single finger at you.

                                            >Lightning bursts from his fingertip and slams into you.

                                            >Your vision goes white for a moment, and an intense pain grips your whole body.

                                            >Writhing around on the floor, you feel yourself growing sluggish.

                                            >It's almost constricting.

                                            >To your shock though, you see that the bush around you is getting smaller.

                                            >Scramble to jump out of it and into the clearing.

                                            >Your body bubbles and churns as it grows to a huge size.

                                            >Soon you're as large as a house.

                                            >Blink a few times and look at yourself.

                                            >You tower over everything now.

                                            >Squinting, you see the fetish dancing around beneath you.

                                            >Lean down and try to hear what he's saying.

                                            >"Me make you big! Go get big monkey thing! Have big fun time!"

                                            >Grinning, you look towards the now much smaller house.

                                            "This is going to be perfect!"

                                            >Bound down the hill and land with a thunderous crash outside Anon's front door.

                                            >The ground trembles slightly from the impact.

                                            >A top window opens and Anon's head pokes out.

                                            >"Who the-- FLUTTERSHY WHAT."

                                            >You get down on eye-level with him.

                                            "Hello again! S-so I'm bigger now!"

                                            >He opens his mouth to speak, then shuts it again.

                                            >"Well, I mean, yeah, you are. But why and how? Mostly why?"

                                            "I know you like larger mares--"

                                            >"I don't."

                                            "--So I made myself the biggest mare around!"

                                            >"I'm not seeing the appeal, honestly."

                                            "Oh? Well what if I do -this-?"

                                            >You quickly turn around and press your rear end against his house.

                                            >Because you completely cover his window, you can only hear his muffled screams inside.

                                            >' DEAR GOD ALL I SEE IS MEAT. '

                                            "D-do you like it, Anon?"

                                            >' HOW ARE YOU SO MOIST-- IT'S GETTING ON THE CARPET. IT'S GETTING ON THE FUCKING CARPET. '

                                            "Maybe y-you should try licking it up~"

                                            >' STOP GETTING INTO IT, YOU'RE ONLY MAKING IT WORSE IN HERE, JESUS FUCK WHERE ARE MY BOOTS AND RAINCOAT?! '

                                            "You should get into me instead."

                                            >Giggle to yourself.

                                            >This is kinda fun.

                                            >' NO! NOT MY BED! I'D JUST CHANGED IT! '

                                            >...Perhaps this wasn't wise.

                                            >' IT'S IN MY EYES. AM I BLIND? OH GOD I'M BLIND. '

                                            >Yeah, this isn't working.

                                            >' SOME GOT IN MY MOUTH. '

                                            >You should probably go.

                                            >' AUUUUUGHHH! '


                                            >"Big monkey thing don't like big mare. He stupid."

                                            >The fetish sits on your head, staring at Anon's house.

                                            >You're back to your regular size.

                                            >You can see the area of house you were pushed up against.

                                            >It's glistening in the sun.

                                            >"We try new plan. You good with animal, yes?"

                                            "Yes?"

                                            >"Good. We try animal."

                                            "Oh okay."

                                            >...

                                            "Wait what do you mean 'try animal'?"

                                            >Too late; with a waggle of his fingers and a flash of lightning, you feel your body transform again.

                                            >Shutting your eyes, you wait for it to be over.

                                            >Once you open them, you look down at your webbed feet in sadness.

                                            >"You sexy now. Go get mate."

                                            >You croak internally.


                                            >Knock on the door.

                                            >Anon opens it.

                                            >Then shuts it.

                                            >Then opens it again.

                                            >"This is really happening, isn't it?"

                                            "Ribbit."

                                            >"Well fuck. I honestly have no idea what to say."

                                            >You blink each eye one at a time and extend your extremely dexterous tongue.

                                            >Stroke Anon's face with it.

                                            >He doesn't react.

                                            >"I don't know what sort of fucked up magic Twilight is experimenting with today, but this isn't productive. Or sane."

                                            "Rrrrribbit."

                                            >"Perfect. Can you stop licking my face?"

                                            >Your tongue goes limp and you drag it back into your mouth.

                                            >Before either of you can speak, the fetish clambers up onto your head again, wobbling slightly because of your oily skin.

                                            >"Big stupid monkey thing not appreciate beauty of frog pony!"

                                            >Anon looks down, unimpressed.

                                            >"Tiny stupid mask annoying."

                                            >The fetish fumes.

                                            >"YOU PAY FOR THIS!"

                                            >With a snap of his fingers, the lake next to Anon's house starts to bubble.

                                            >Your oversized eyes widen as a tidal wave of frogs surges forth from the depths.

                                            >Anon barely has time to slam his front door before his house is mobbed by an amphibious surge.

                                            >The frogs break his windows and stream into his home.

                                            >You hear screaming from inside.

                                            >Watch the scene unfold, transfixed.

                                            >Anon bursts from his backdoor, covered head to foot in frogs, which are latched onto his clothes and ribbiting aggressively.

                                            >It's beautiful, in a way.

                                            >You shed a tear from the majesty of it all.

                                            >Then lick your right eyeball.

                                            >The fetish chortles.

                                            >Anon wails.


                                            >"Big monkey hard to beat."

                                            >Unf.

                                            >"We need new plan. Think smart."

                                            "M-maybe don't transform me this time..."

                                            >The fetish waves its hand dismissively.

                                            >"Horny yellow lady not understand beauty of giant pony."

                                            >He places his minuscule hands on his hips and stares at Anon's house from your safety bush.

                                            >Anon is outside, nailing boards over his shattered windows.

                                            >He's also still covered in slime.

                                            >The fetish muses to itself before snapping its fingers again.

                                            >Something you've learnt to be afraid of.

                                            >"Perfect plan. Will not fail."

                                            "Could you run it by me first? I don't want to do anything too over the top..."


                                            >Finish nailing the last board to the window.

                                            >Wipe your forehead with a hand and sigh.

                                            >You're gonna find Fluttershy once this is over and brutalise her.

                                            >Decide to sit down and have something to drink.

                                            >Perch yourself on your front doorstep and gulp down your glass of water.

                                            >Think to yourself for a moment.

                                            >Does Town Hall do restraining orders?

                                            >Before you can remember, the ground in front of you bursts open.

                                            >A rotting, mangled hand reaches out, followed shortly by a familiar, equally as decayed face.

                                            >"AAAAAANNNOOOOOOOOOOON!"

                                            "MOM?!"

                                            >"REEEEEEEEE!"

                                            >Screaming like a banshee, your mother's corpse drags itself from whatever hell it came from and starts chasing you around your front garden.

                                            >She's still wearing her pearl necklace and favourite dress.

                                            >The ghoul shrieks and tries to flay your skin with huge jagged claws on the ends of her hands.

                                            >All you can do is cry like a girl at what's happening.


                                            >Watch in stunned silence as Anon is hunted by some nightmarish creature.

                                            >The fetish giggles.

                                            "Wh-why?"

                                            >"He scared. He learn from this."

                                            "Learn what?"

                                            >"Respect."

                                            "And how does this relate to me?"

                                            >"He have respect for life. You go down there. Reassure him. Then fun times."

                                            "Oh! I understand! But, what about the zombie?"

                                            >The fetish snaps his fingers.

                                            >With a loud splat and a spray of gore, the fiend explodes.

                                            >Anon drops to his knees and curses at the sky, his fists gripping a blood-soaked pearl necklace and a bit of torn dress.

                                            >...

                                            >Humming happily, you prance down the hill to comfort him.

                                            "Hello, Anon! Want a hug?"

                                            >Anon tackles you backwards, his hands around your neck.

                                            >Close, but you'll take it.

                                            >"GOD DAMN HORSE WHAT DID YOU DO WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON MY IS MY MOTHER--"

                                            "AnonPleaseICan'tBreath--"

                                            >"--FUCKING YELLOW SHITTER I'LL END EVERYTHING YOU LOVE WHY ARE YOU EVEN ALIVE--"

                                            >Oh.

                                            >He seems upset.

                                            >Did you come on too strongly?

                                            >Ponder this while the corners of your vision go dark.

                                            >Before Anon can crush your windpipe, the fetish crawls up onto his shoulder.

                                            >He stops, head twisted to look at the tiny mask creature stood next to him.

                                            >You both wait for the fetish to do something.

                                            >Without waiting for either of you to do anything, the hellion cracks his knuckles and pokes Anon's face.

                                            >After a second, Anon lets go of you.

                                            >He's trembling.

                                            >Stand up, rubbing your neck.

                                            >The fetish jumps off Anon and climbs onto you once more.

                                            >The pair of you watch in silence as the human falls on his ass, a thousand yard stare his only expression.

                                            >His mouth hangs open.

                                            >The man's eyes are vacant, staring at some unseen horror.

                                            "Umm, Anon? Sweetie? Are you okay?"

                                            >Turn your head slightly to the fetish.

                                            "What did you do?"

                                            >"He see worst fears."

                                            "Oh. Why didn't you do this before?"

                                            >"Thought yellow lady was fine."

                                            "I think he was going to kill me."

                                            >"Death is temporary."

                                            "O-oh, um, right."

                                            >...

                                            "So he's not moving, is he?"

                                            >"No."

                                            >You look around.

                                            >Then back at Anon.

                                            >Then at Anon's house.

                                            "...Lend me a hoof."


                                            >Anon lies in his bed, staring at the ceiling, mouth still hanging open.

                                            >You sigh and cling to him, rubbing his chest.

                                            "You were amazing, Anon~"

                                            >He doesn't respond.

                                            >The fetish, which was sat at the foot of the bed the whole time, nods.

                                            >"This good. You win."

                                            "I do?"

                                            >"Yes. The contract is completed. I go now."

                                            "Oh... Will I ever see you again?"

                                            >"If horny yellow lady want job doing, yes."

                                            "R-right, of course."

                                            >The fetish nods.

                                            >Then crumples, its body disappearing.

                                            >All that's left is the mask.

                                            >You bask in the silence.

                                            >It's a beautiful sunny day outside.

                                            >You're in bed with the one you love.

                                            >And you're mostly sure that he loves you back.

                                            >Squeeze him just to make sure.

                                            "I love you, Anon!"

                                            >He lets out a slight squeak.

                                            >Yeah, he definitely loves you.

                                            >Giggle and cuddle up to him a bit harder.

                                            >You wish he was a bit more cooperative during your love making, but this was nice...

                                            >...

                                            >...Suppose it could be more lively.

                                            >Anon just needs motivating...

                                            >...

                                            >Glance at the foot of the bed.

                                            >Chew your lip.

                                            >...

                                            "W-wait here, Anon."

                                            >Slide out of bed.

                                            "I'm just gonna get a glass of water."


                                            The End.