[FLUTTERRAPE] Bats, Moths, and Satyrs


                                            Originally uploaded to Pastebin: April 26th, 2016

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                                            "The first meeting of the Equestrian Rejects is called into session!"

                                            >A hoof shoots up in front of you.

                                            "Yes?"

                                            >"Why are we called the Equestrian Rejects?"

                                            "Because we're Equestrian and have been rejected by society! The name is emblematic of our struggle against the establishment!"

                                            >"But we all have jobs, and houses, and normal lives. Where's the struggle?"

                                            >You put your hands on your hips and glare at Penumbra.

                                            >The batpony, a white-coated mare with a grey mane and red-slitted eyes, gives you a neutral expression in return.

                                            "Penny. You're missing the point. Ponies laugh at us!"

                                            >"At you maybe, and probably Glitterwing, but I'm a batpony."

                                            "So?"

                                            >"So what? Batponies are the proud servants of the Lunar Guard!"

                                            "Yeah but, everyone's scared of you!"

                                            >"Good! Ponies need to fear us."

                                            "What do you mean 'us'? You're not a guard, you work at a coffee shop!"

                                            >"So? My people are proud and noble. We look out for each other. The other races fear that."

                                            "Look out for each other. Is that why your mom kicked you outta the house?"

                                            >"Over the line, Junior. Also, unrelated to the talk."

                                            "It's totally related! You always dodge the iss--"

                                            >"Could um, we please get to it?"

                                            >Both you and Penny look at your other member.

                                            >A quiet, brown and white speckled mothpony.

                                            >She gives you both a smile, readjusting her huge jam-jar glasses.

                                            >"Look girls, I think Equestrian Rejects is a nice name. It makes us sound... rebellious!"

                                            >Penny thinks on this for a second.

                                            >"I guess you're right, Glitz. But are we -really- going to go around shouting that we're rejects? I want out if we are."

                                            "Alright, we'll compromise, we'll call ourselves the Equestrian Rejects, but only during these meetings, deal?"

                                            >"Deal."

                                            "Awesome. Okay, let's get to it. First order of business?"

                                            >"Yeah, how are we gonna fuck your dad?"

                                            "Penny!"

                                            >"What? That's why we formed this group, isn't it?"

                                            "Not exactly!"

                                            >"Sure it is, you need to fuck your dad so you can become a real pony and not some weird mix of whatever he is and your mom, Glitterwing needs to... Glitz, why are you in on this again?"

                                            >The moth gives a warm smile.

                                            >"Oh, I'd like a sample of his sperm for my studies."

                                            >She rubs something in her eye, gesturing dismissively with her other hoof.

                                            >"Also I'm a raging nymphomaniac--"

                                            >Penumbra nods hurriedly.

                                            >"Yeah, that, and I'm in it because I think your dad's hot."

                                            "Ugh, well could you please act with some more... tact?"

                                            >"You're asking me to use tact when you're trying to fuck your own dad. I dunno, Junior, kinda seems like you have the most depraved reason here."

                                            "I have a very legitimate reason! If I want to be like my mom I need to complete the ritual by sleeping with my biological father!"

                                            >Penumbra scratches her head.

                                            >"I... I just don't know how that branch of logic even gets off the ground, you're half--"

                                            "Half human, half pony, yes."

                                            >"Right, so like, wouldn't it make sense to fuck another pony...? Then you'll be one hundred percent pony? And why exactly would you even transform? Where does sex enter into this? I'm not a unicorn but I don't think magic is -this- off the chain--"

                                            "I already told you, satyrs are magical creatures never seen in Equestria before! I'm the first and only one of my kind!"

                                            >"So how do you know that anything you're saying to me isn't total bullshit?"

                                            "Who are you going to trust, me, the only one of my kind, or someone else who isn't a mythical creature?"

                                            >"Yeah, I grew up with that 'mythical creature' and I remember her eating her own snot in class--"

                                            "PENNY!"

                                            >"--real mysterious if I do say so myself, but it seems to me like you're just inventing some convoluted excuse to fuck your dad. You sure you've not just got an incest fetish?"

                                            "No, that's disgusting!"

                                            >Penumbra gives you a hopeless look.

                                            >"Disgus... just... let's just establish a plan of attack before we get back to your weird fetishes, alright?"

                                            >She nudges Glitterwing.

                                            >"Any ideas, Glitz?"

                                            >The mothpony, still wearing her serene smile, get to her hooves and clears her throat in her typically effeminate manner.

                                            >"Well, I was thinking, rather than just creating some horribly overcomplicated strategy, we just drug him and rape him."

                                            >...

                                            >You and Penumbra look at each other.

                                            >Then at Glitterwing.

                                            "...Well sure, I guess that could work."

                                            >Penny blinks.

                                            >"I was kinda hoping for some cool secret agent stuff but this works too, I suppose."

                                            >Glitterwing lets out a delicate little cheer.

                                            >"Hooray! Well! I already have a wide variety of ways we could drug him, from mushrooms to pills to poison darts!"

                                            >She whips out a roll of equipment from seemingly nowhere and lays it out of the table before you all.

                                            "It's concerning how well prepared you are."

                                            >Glitterwing frowns.

                                            >"I thought we were serious about this?"

                                            "Oh sure, sure, we are, it's just... I was gonna try and seduce him, and I think Penny was gonna...?"

                                            >"Get him drunk and fuck him at the back of a cinema."

                                            "Yeah, that."

                                            >Glitterwing giggles.

                                            >"Well you know what I'm like, I've always been rather meticulous."

                                            "No kidding."

                                            >You sniff and lean forward on your elbow, a palm nursing your cheek, and pluck a vicious looking dart from the selection with your fingers.

                                            "So how do these things work?"

                                            >"Well, um, you fill them with poison and shoot them at what you want to fall asleep. I'd imagine that was obvious...?"

                                            "...I knew that."

                                            >Penny whistles at the sight of a huge mushroom.

                                            >"Where do you even get this stuff, Glitz?"

                                            >"The mushrooms grow behind my house, but the other stuff I just sort of... uh, pick up?"

                                            "Hell, works for me, as long as it's nothing illegal."

                                            >The other two give you concerned looks.

                                            "What?"

                                            >Penny moves her mane out of her eyes.

                                            >"You're aware that we're planning to rape someone, right?"

                                            >You grumble in response and go back to scrutinising an instrument that looks like a trumpet, a needle, and a battleaxe.

                                            "Glitz, what's this for?"

                                            >"If I told you you'd never forgive me."

                                            >You put it down carefully.

                                            >"So um, times and places?"

                                            "Uh, I was thinking tonight outside my dad's house? He usually sleeps early, so we might not even need to go for Penny's cinema plan. He doesn't like cinemas anyway."

                                            >Penny snorts.

                                            >"Well yeah, he's old."

                                            "He's in his late thirties!"

                                            >"And we're all twenty, he's old to us, Junior--"

                                            "Lyra, -please-!"

                                            >"You really wanna go by your mom's name?"

                                            "You know I prefer it to 'Junior'. Junior sounds like a colt's name."

                                            >"Your literal name is Lyra Junior though."

                                            "I didn't name myself! I've told you this a hundred times!"

                                            >"Whatever, Lyra, there's no getting over that this is gonna get weird. All I want to know is can we count on you not to go all psycho on us once this starts?"

                                            "Why would I get psycho?"

                                            >"We're about to rape your da--"

                                            "I get it. I'll be fine."

                                            >"You don't sound fine, are you sure?"

                                            "So help me Celestia Penny, I'll use these hands."

                                            >She shuts up.

                                            >Glitterwing packs up her stuff.

                                            >"So shall we say about ten?"

                                            "Sounds good. Meet you girls there."

                                            >And with that, you all leave the library, much to the relief of the poor elderly librarian who had to listen to all that.


                                            >"So a Bat, a Moth, and a Satyr all walk into a bar..."

                                            "Give it a rest, Penny."

                                            >"Just trying to lighten the mood, Jun-- Lyra."

                                            "Been telling you since we were kids..."

                                            >"I used the name you like!"

                                            "Good, now can you see Glitterwing?"

                                            >"Why do I have to keep a lookout?"

                                            "You can see in the dark?"

                                            >She puffs her chest out with pride.

                                            >"Daaamn straight I can."

                                            >She pokes her head out of the bush like a periscope, looking around and making weird "eeee" noises.

                                            "The noises don't make you better at seeing, Penny."

                                            >"Shut up yes they do. I'm a bat, I know these things."

                                            >...

                                            >"eeeeeee..."

                                            >You shiver from the night air and wrap your jacket around yourself.

                                            >Penny lowers herself down and sits next to you.

                                            >"Hey, I got us some coffee."

                                            >She offers you a flask.

                                            >"It's your favourite~"

                                            >You accept it with gratitude.

                                            "Thanks Pen."

                                            >"I'm too good to you, Lyra."

                                            >For a moment you both sip your coffee and listen to the night.

                                            >"So have you ever thought about changing your name?"

                                            "Yup. I was thinking Hope, does that sound good?"

                                            >"I'll be honest, that sounds completely retarded."

                                            >You blink.

                                            "Well uh, thanks for being honest?"

                                            >"I just figure, if you're gonna name yourself at least make it good. What about Celestia?"

                                            "I'm not naming myself after the princess."

                                            >"Why not? It's not illegal."

                                            "Yeah but it -is- a taboo. One that I'm not about to break."

                                            >"You're a mythical one-of-a-kind creature that picks her nose, I think you're entitled to a sweet name."

                                            "Well when you think of one give me a shout."

                                            >"Cele--"

                                            "Other than Celestia."

                                            >The bush rustles.

                                            >You pause mid-sip.

                                            >"Girls? Are you in there?"

                                            >"Hiya Glitz, yeah come on in, we got coffee and brainstorms in here."

                                            >Glitterwing shuffles in, being careful not to graze her wings.

                                            >From what you know, mothponies have extremely sensitive wings.

                                            >According to Glitz they're also a massive erogenous zone.

                                            >Which would explain why she was biting her lip when she entered the bush.

                                            >You shift uncomfortably at that thought.

                                            >She sits herself down and sighs happily.

                                            >"Finally! Got the right bush!"

                                            >You and penny share a brief look.

                                            "What's that supposed to mean?"

                                            >"Oh, we're not the only ones here."

                                            "...Say again?"


                                            >All three of you poke your heads out of the bush.

                                            "What the fuck."

                                            >A great number of shrubs of varying sizes have appeared around yours, all facing your father's house.

                                            >Glitterwing points a hoof towards the closest one.

                                            >"Fluttershy's in that one."

                                            "Seriously?"

                                            >Penumbra nods sagely.

                                            >"Mm, always had a massive thing for your dad, that one."

                                            >Glitterwing chirps in.

                                            >"She's planning to break in tonight."

                                            "How'd you find this out?"

                                            >"She told me."

                                            "Why'd she tell you?"

                                            >"I told her about us and our plan."

                                            >Stare at Glitterwing.

                                            >She gives you a sheepish smile.

                                            >Penny nudges you.

                                            >"You know how I have really good hearing as well?"

                                            "Yeah?"

                                            >"Yeah. Like, everyone in these bushes is having planning some pretty freaky stuff."

                                            "Why... would you tell me that?"

                                            >"I thought you'd like to know."

                                            "And hang on, how come you didn't mention all these new bushes? Did that not strike you as odd or shock you?"

                                            >"Nope."

                                            "...Well it should have done!"

                                            >"Batponies don't feel shock, Lyra. We're cooler than cucumbers."

                                            "Oh my god stop talking."

                                            >"But the way I see it, all these other ponies are gonna get in the way."

                                            >Glitterwing nods in understanding.

                                            >"I agree. We should eradicate them."

                                            "Yeah we-- what the fuh--"

                                            >"I-I mean drug them. With the darts."

                                            "...This is why we were your only friends in school, Glitz."

                                            >She pouts.

                                            "So have we got enough darts for this?"

                                            >"I always have enough darts, Lyra."

                                            >Glitterwing slips out of the bush and lunges into what was apparently Fluttershy's bush.

                                            >There's a brief scuffle, before Glitterwing emerges and gives you both a little wave before leaping into the next bush.

                                            >This goes on for a while, with the same shocked rustling followed by silence.

                                            >Penny nudges you again.

                                            >"Hey."

                                            "Don't."

                                            >"She's not just darting them you know."

                                            "I'll dart -you- if you're not careful."

                                            >"I'd like to see you try. Also drink your coffee before it gets cold."

                                            >With a grunt, you begrudgingly gulp down your coffee.

                                            >You hate how delicious she makes it.

                                            >After a good while, Glitterwing returns to the bush, frazzled and sweaty.

                                            >"H-hoo my, that was exhilarating!"

                                            "So who exactly spends their evenings camping outside my dad's house?"

                                            >You all vacate the bush and begin to weave your way around the others towards the unassuming looking cottage before you.

                                            >"Oh you know, the usual suspects. Fluttershy. Cheerilee. Rarity."

                                            "Wow, Rarity? Really?"

                                            >"She and her sister, yes. They were sharing a d--"

                                            "DETAILS!"

                                            >"...Drink, Lyra."

                                            "R-right."

                                            >"I was thinking the same thing Lyra."

                                            "Shut up Penny."

                                            >Glitz gazes ahead thoughtfully.

                                            >"I wonder what their stories were. What lead them to be here tonight. Do you think they all had personal reasons like we do? What could inspire such perversion?"

                                            >Penny provides a thoughtful, wise answer.

                                            >"Hot monkey dick."

                                            "He's not a monkey."

                                            >"Whatever he is, he's gonna be inside me by the end of tonight."

                                            "Ugh, at least I have a good reason for being here!"

                                            >"I still feel like you're lying to me."

                                            >The two of you bicker right up until you're stood on your dad's doorstep.

                                            "--so full of shit Penny-- alright, so here's the plan, I'll knock, Glitz, you stab him with a dart, Penny, you and I will drag him inside, got it?"

                                            >The girls nod.

                                            "Alright, game faces everyone."

                                            >"Roger. Let's rape your dad."

                                            "Rrright... Ready?"

                                            >"Ready." they both say.

                                            >You make a fist and knock on the door.

                                            >...

                                            >...

                                            >Penny frowns.

                                            >"Uh, knock again?"

                                            >You knock harder.

                                            >...

                                            >A breeze blows past you all.

                                            >Glitterwing checks her mane.

                                            >Penny scratches her face.

                                            >You knock as hard as you can.

                                            >...

                                            >Still nothing.

                                            "Uhh."

                                            >"Lyra..."

                                            >You turn to Glitterwing.

                                            >She gives you a measured expression.

                                            >"Why don't we just sneak in through a window...?"

                                            >You stare at her.

                                            "Good thinking."


                                            >"Oof!"

                                            "Ah shit, my foot!"

                                            >"You don't have feet!"

                                            "Hooves! Whatever!"

                                            >The three of you untangle yourselves and stand up, looking around the room.

                                            >You look behind you at the open second story window you'd all just climbed through.

                                            >"You're a hell of a lot heavier than you look, Lyra."

                                            "I've never been good at climbing, it was the only way."

                                            >"Why not just break a downstairs window? Not like anything will happen."

                                            "I'm not breaking my dad's house! I grew up here..."

                                            >You look around at the room.

                                            >Your room.

                                            >Old toys still lie scattered around, untouched.

                                            >It was left exactly the same as it was the day you left.

                                            >You feel tears welling in your eyes.

                                            >A nudge in your ribs snaps you back to attention.

                                            >"Hey, you'd better not be feeling an intense nostalgia that will eventually lead to you backing out of us at the last minute due to some sudden moral realisation that what we're doing is wrong and try to wreck the plan, are you?"

                                            >You start sweating.

                                            "N-no, why would I be doing that?"

                                            >Penny huffs.

                                            >"Well good. Because I skipped gym and drank a shitload of espresso, so there's no way I'm not getting laid tonight. What about you, Glitterwing, you still hyped?"

                                            >Glitterwing smiles at her friend.

                                            >"I'm going to fuck him until he dies."

                                            >...

                                            >"O-oh, well, good luck with that."

                                            "Don't kill my dad, Glitz."

                                            >She winks at you and trots out the room, her wings quivering with anticipation.

                                            "...Glitz! Don't kill my dad!"

                                            >You rush after her.


                                            "Well girls. Here we are."

                                            >You gulp and look down at your dad.

                                            >He's sprawled in a chaotic fashion on his back, his pyjamas a mess and his tongue hanging out the side of his open mouth, drooling.

                                            >Glitterwing sighs.

                                            >"He's so handsome..."

                                            >She blushes.

                                            >"Um, what was his name again? We always just used to call him dad when we were younger.

                                            "Anon."

                                            >"Anon... I'm going to make you my bitch, Anon."

                                            >Anon snorts in his sleep.

                                            "So uh, how do we go about doing this? Do we just... start?"

                                            >Penumbra nods.

                                            >"Well typically, during a rape, the best option is to start it and see where it goes from there."

                                            "Have you done this before?"

                                            >"Hell no, but I've seen enough porn to know how this works."

                                            >Glitterwing carefully slips a pill into your father's open mouth.

                                            >"I've done it before..."

                                            "Oh."

                                            >"Several times, actually."

                                            "Glitz is there something you're not telling us?"

                                            >Before she can respond, your dad sits up.

                                            >...

                                            >The three of you act like deer caught in headlights.

                                            >Anon regards the three of you with a completely deadpan expression.

                                            >He sniffs.

                                            >Scratches his stubble.

                                            >And smacks his lips.

                                            >"Did someone put sugar in my mouth?"

                                            "Sugar?"

                                            >Glitterwing laughs nervously.

                                            >"S-sugar puts mothponies to sleep, so I thought that... um..."

                                            "Glitz you-- ooooh shit."

                                            >Your father raises a sleepy finger at you.

                                            >"Language, young lady."

                                            >With you silenced and Glitterwing feeling sorry for herself, Penny steps up to the challenge.

                                            >"Hey! Stud!"

                                            >Anon turns to look at her.

                                            >Penny doesn't back down.

                                            >"I want you to fuck me in the butt!"


                                            >You sigh as you watch Penny get tossed out of the open window.

                                            >Glitterwing soars after her shortly afterwards.

                                            >Your dad slams the window shut behind them and turns to you.

                                            "I--"

                                            >"Save it. Mind telling me what this was about?"

                                            >You look down at the floor.

                                            >Perhaps... telling him the truth is the best option?

                                            >Raising your head, you lock eyes with your father.

                                            >The man that raised you, who taught you everything you know.

                                            >Surely he'd understand, right?

                                            >He might be able to give you what you want?

                                            >You manage a small smile, and take a step forward.

                                            "Dad..."

                                            >He studies your face, a subtly worried expression dancing in his eyes.

                                            >"Lyra, sweetie, you can tell me anything."

                                            "I..."

                                            >You take a deep breath.

                                            "Could you please have sex with me so that I can turn into a pony?"

                                            >Your father.

                                            >The paternal figure who was there for all your life.

                                            >He who comforted you when you were but a child, who would protect you from the monsters in your closet.

                                            >Who would sing soft lullabies on stormy nights to help carry you off to sleep.

                                            >A man who stood taller than all others, watching over you as a guardian, a teacher, and a friend.

                                            >Looks you dead in the eye and says:

                                            >"Lyra what the fucking fuck are you actually saying Jesus fucking Christ did you seriously break into my house and try to drug me to get me to fuck you what the shit is wrong with you holy mother of God did your mother drop you on your head or something bloody fucking hell kiddo what the dicklord macaroni and cheese fagballs is wrong with you?"

                                            >...

                                            "Is that a no?"

                                            >"WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU EVEN THINK THAT WAS A THING."

                                            "M-mom told me when I was younger!"

                                            >"WHAT."

                                            "Sh-she said that if I wanted to be a pony I'd have to have sex with you!"

                                            >"YOUR MOTHER WAS A LECHEROUS DRUNK WHO THOUGHT YOU WERE A MINOTAUR FOR THE FIRST SIX YEARS OF YOUR LIFE."

                                            "But--"

                                            >"SHE WAS THE ONE THAT NAMED YOU LYRA JUNIOR."

                                            "I--"

                                            >"WHY IN THE NAME OF WHITE HORSE SHE-JESUS WOULD YOU TAKE ANYTHING SHE SAYS SERIOUSLY."

                                            "Because she's my mom!"

                                            >"SHE FORGOT YOU WERE HER DAUGHTER ABOUT EIGHT TIMES DURING YOUR PRESCHOOL DAYS."

                                            "Wh--"

                                            >"SHE CAME HOME WITH THE WRONG KID EIGHT TIMES, LYRA."

                                            >Your dad rages on for a bit longer.

                                            >All you can do is stare.

                                            >"I HAD TO FISH YOU OUT OF A RIVER BECAUSE SHE USED YOU AS FISH-BAIT."

                                            >"YOU WERE ON THE END OF A FISHING ROD, LYRA."

                                            >"SHE TRIED TO SELL YOU FOR MORE BEER. TWICE."

                                            >"I FOUND YOU SLEEPING ON THE ROOF ON YOUR SECOND BIRTHDAY."

                                            >"SHE ONCE GLUED AN ICECREAM CONE TO YOUR HEAD TO TRY AND GET YOU INTO CELESTIA'S SCHOOL OF GIFTED UNICORNS."

                                            >"YOUR CRIB WAS REPURPOSED AS A COCK-FIGHTING RING FOR HER AND HER FRIENDS."

                                            >"SHE FED YOU WASTE FROM THE CLOUDSDALE WEATHER FACTORY IN ORDER TO GIVE YOU SUPERPOWERS."

                                            >SHE FAKED HER OWN DEATH TO GET OUT OF PAYING HER GAMBLING DEBTS."

                                            >"I DONATED MY KIDNEY TO HER."

                                            >"SHE SOLD THAT KIDNEY FOR MORE ALCOHOL."

                                            >This goes on for a bit.

                                            >You're partly amazed he can keep going for this long.

                                            >"AND YOU WERE ACTUALLY DUMB ENOUGH TO BELIEVE WHAT SHE TOLD YOU AFTER ALL THAT?!"

                                            "S-sorry daddy..."

                                            >He sits down on your old bed, mad as hell.

                                            >"I didn't raise a moron, Lyra. In fact, first things first, we need to rename you, I'm sick of calling you Lyra."

                                            >You smile.

                                            "Oh, how about Hope?"

                                            >"That's completely retarded."

                                            "O-okay..."

                                            >He scratches his chin and squints at you.

                                            >"You need something grandiose. Since you're so unique and all..."

                                            >...

                                            >"What about Celestia?"


                                            The End.