[FLUTTERRAPE] Evidence


                                            Originally uploaded to Pastebin: December 7th, 2016

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                                            Inspired by an Anonymous poster who said:


                                            "What would you do if she actually tried to rape you? You wouldn't be able to tell anyone. She's a national hero who has helped save the world multiple times and helps animals in her free time, they'd probably lock you up for it. You'd just have to accept that this is your fate forever. That you will see this smiling face get it's way for the rest of your life. There would be no way out."


                                            This short is barely related to that.

                                            But it's the thought that counts.


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                                            "Guys. Seriously."

                                            >"We're girls, Anon, but go on."

                                            "Girls. Seriously, Fluttershy raped me."

                                            >Twilight blinks.

                                            >Then starts laughing, snorting occasionally as she does so.

                                            >"Oh wow, good one, Anon!"

                                            >The other mares around the crystal table (minus an absent Fluttershy) chuckle along with their friend.

                                            >Rarity looks your way with a good-natured smile.

                                            >"Anonymous, really, you said this was going to be a serious meeting!"

                                            "This -is- serious, Rarity. I'm telling the truth, she raped me!"

                                            >Her smile falters somewhat.

                                            >"Yes yes, alright Anon, it was funny the first time, now what was this meeting actually supposed to be about?"

                                            >You had expected this, so you place your box on the table.

                                            "I know none of you are going to just believe me, that's fine, I know it's a hard sell--"

                                            >"Yeah, no kidding" snorts Rainbow Dash.

                                            "Thanks Rainbow, but I have proof."

                                            >Rainbow raises an eyebrow at this, the mare still slouched in her crystal chair not showing much interest.

                                            >You shove a hand into the box, the various objects within jostling about whilst you try to find your first hard evidence.

                                            "Aha!"

                                            >With a triumphant grin you extract a photograph, squeezed between your finger and thumb.

                                            >You display it to everyone in the room, holding it at arms length and slowly panning it before them.

                                            >Pinkie Pie gasps when she sees it.

                                            >"Oooooh my gosh!"

                                            >...

                                            >"I don't get it."

                                            >You deflate somewhat.

                                            "Seriously? It's her breaking into my house!"

                                            >You point the picture at yourself to double-check that you're showing the right one.

                                            >Sure enough, there's Fluttershy, desperately crawling in through a downstairs window that you had left slightly ajar.

                                            >She seems distressed, as she is clearly stuck.

                                            >Rainbow rolls her eyes.

                                            >"Whatever, she could be trying to climb out. Would explain why she looks so scared!"

                                            >Applejack snickers.

                                            >You shoot her a dirty look and lay the photo down on the table face-up.

                                            "She got stuck, actually. The window wasn't open wide enough and she's not very strong."

                                            >"Yeah, well if that's the case, who's taking the photo?"

                                            >You stare dumbly at Rainbow Dash.

                                            "...I did?"

                                            >"Why were you sneaking around taking creepshots of Fluttershy?"

                                            >The other girls nod in agreement.

                                            >"It -is- rather strange, darling."

                                            >"I reckon there's somethin' you're not tellin' us there, Anon."

                                            "Wh- she's breaking into my house! Who cares who took the picture?!"

                                            >Rainbow continues to press you.

                                            >"Not helping your case here Anon, did you hire someone to follow Fluttershy around and take pictures of her?"

                                            >Her eyes narrow.

                                            >"...Was it Featherweight? I always knew that kid was a freak."

                                            >Rarity makes a noise in her throat.

                                            >"Euch, I saw him outside my window once! I swear he was taking photos of me in the shower!"

                                            "Don't you have curtains?"

                                            >"A lady never shuts her curtains, Anonymous."

                                            "Oh okay."

                                            >...

                                            "Wait hang on no what the fuck--"

                                            >Rainbow throws her arms up.

                                            >"Look, if you wanna take weird photos of Fluttershy leaving your house that's your choice Anon, but I just think it's creepy is all."

                                            >This isn't working.

                                            >You need more evidence.

                                            >Ignoring the blue twit beside you, you delve back into your box of 'irrefutable evidence'.

                                            >Your hands close around a book.

                                            >Bingo.

                                            >Pulling it out, you hesitate before opening.

                                            >Take a deep breath.

                                            >Then do so.

                                            >You are greeted by pictures of yourself, naked of course, in various unaware poses.

                                            >This is why you have blinds for your bathroom now.

                                            "Featherweight may or may not have been taking pictures of you, Rarity, but Fluttershy definitely has!"

                                            >You slide the open book across the table towards her.

                                            >She doesn't look at it, instead giving you a bewildered look.

                                            >"Fluttershy's been taking pictures of me?!"

                                            "No I mean-- no, Christ, just read the fucking book."

                                            >Rarity's eyes glance down at the bare pages.

                                            >Her jaw drops.

                                            >She says nothing.

                                            >Pinkie appears at her shoulder and reads over it, her already latent smile widening a great deal.

                                            >"Ooo! Nice photos, Nonnerpuss! You one of those weird arty people that draws butts and stuff?"

                                            >Rarity shakes her head.

                                            >"Anonymous this is -disgusting-!"

                                            "It is! Fluttershy--"

                                            >"Why would you make a photo album of yourself NAKED?!"

                                            "I DIDN'T MAKE THE BOOK! FLUTTERSHY DID!"

                                            >"YOU MADE FLUTTERSHY TAKE PHOTOGRAPHS OF YOU NAKED?!"

                                            "NO! SHE DID IT ON HER OWN!"

                                            >Rarity pretends to faint, hitting the crystalline floor with a worrying 'crack'.

                                            >Pinkie, not seeming to care, slides in to replace the seat's previous owner.

                                            >"I think it's great! Do you do collabs or anything?"

                                            "Pinkie please."

                                            >"That a yes please or a no please? Should I bring oil? I have a lot of oil."

                                            "Ju--"

                                            >"Vegetable, sunflower, olive. You name it Anon, and I am -there-."

                                            >She gives you a big wink.

                                            >Deep breaths, Anon.

                                            >Calm breaths.

                                            "Hoookay. Fluttershy took the pictures, Fluttershy made the book."

                                            >Twilight, having been oddly silent for a while, leans forwards.

                                            >"If the book belongs to Fluttershy, why do you have it now?"

                                            "Oh, um."

                                            >You fidget with the rim of the cardboard box.

                                            "I came by it."

                                            >"Did... you steal Fluttershy's private property?"

                                            "Even if I did, why does that matter?! It's a weird book full of naked photos of me! That's gotta be illegal!"

                                            >"I don't know about that, I'd have to read up on it, but theft is deadly serious, Anon."

                                            "God dammit, I have more evidence just let me--"

                                            >"Is it stolen?"

                                            "Shut up, Twilight."

                                            >"So can I get an answer on the oils real quick?"

                                            "SHUT UP, PINKIE."

                                            >You need to start bringing out the big guns.

                                            >A carefully written letter in an open envelope is roughly pulled from the box and plucked out by you.

                                            >Angrily.

                                            >Your eyes dart over the text to confirm what it is.

                                            "There it is."

                                            >You toss the paper into the middle of the table.

                                            "Actual written evidence of Fluttershy's actions."

                                            >Twilight levitates the letter over to herself and reads it aloud.

                                            >" 'Let it be known to all who read this letter that I, Fluttershy, did hereby commit aggressive sexual assault upon one Anonymous on the twenty-second of March, thirteen eighty-eight. ' "

                                            >She seems surprised.

                                            >"This happened two weeks ago?"

                                            "Uh, yeah?"

                                            >"Well I have a few issues here."

                                            "Go on?"

                                            >"First of all, this isn't a letter, it's a confession, so she was wrong there. Next, you're supposed to sign confessions with your name and signature once you end them to verify that it's you, and finally, sexual assault isn't rape."

                                            >She looks to you and smiles.

                                            >"So relax! It wasn't rape!"

                                            >...

                                            "THAT'S WHAT YOU THINK IS WRONG HERE?!"

                                            >She loses the smile.

                                            >"Geez Anon, I'm just saying, no need to--"

                                            >"Hooold up."

                                            >Rainbow Dash swipes the document from Twilight and skim-reads it with a bored expression.

                                            >"Yeah that's probably not Fluttershy's writing."

                                            >She crumples up the paper and tosses it over her shoulder.

                                            >"Next."

                                            >You smirk.

                                            "Jokes on you, faggot, that's not even the original copy. I made hundreds."

                                            >"Why would you make hundreds of copies of a rape confession?"

                                            >Your eye twitches.

                                            "Glad to see you taking Fluttershy's side in all this, Rainbow, I suppose a friend as loyal as you would stick by her side no matter what evidence was put forward. Even if the evidence was THIS!"

                                            >You slam a magic crystal on the table.

                                            >Twilight is intrigued.

                                            >"Is that a sonic storage gem; a magical gemstone used to record sound that can be hidden in a pocket or in a place it can't be found so that you can obtain a secret vocal recording of something someone might say?"

                                            "Yeah! It... oh. Uh, thanks for explaining that in unnecessary detail."

                                            >You stand in silence, the energy of the moment sucked out of you.

                                            >Pinkie coughs into her hoof.

                                            >You scratch the back of your head and reach forwards.

                                            "Uh, anyway."

                                            >And press the crystal with your finger.

                                            >Fluttershy's voice echoes throughout the room.

                                            >' Ahh! Oh Angel Bunny, I can't wait to get started today! '

                                            >' What am I doing, you ask? Oh, why I'm going to molest Anonymous, of course! '

                                            >' I beg your pardon? Repeat that again whilst leant closer to that stylish, though unusually bulky hat you're wearing for no discernible reason? '

                                            >' Of course I can! Ahem, I am going to molest Anonymous! And I'm going to get away with it as well because I'm the Element of Kindness, and no one will suspect me! It's the perfect crime! '

                                            >The recording ends.

                                            >You silently thank Angel Bunny.

                                            "So there it is. Undeniable evidence that Fluttershy raped me."

                                            >Twilight looks between you and the crystal.

                                            >"...Just because she said she was going to do it, doesn't mean she did it. Also she clearly said -molest-, not rape."

                                            "WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE?!"

                                            >Twilight shuts her eyes and holds up a hoof like smug nerdy assholes do when they're about to school plebians on the difference between Dragons and Wyverns.

                                            >"Rape is only performed when penetration occurs, and since Fluttershy doesn't have a penis she legally cannot commit rape."

                                            "Funny you should say that, you tremendous bitch of a horse."

                                            >You calmly reach into the box and set a delicate glass vial down.

                                            "Zebra potion. Specially made by our 'good friend' Zecora. Grants the imbiber male genitals for six hours."

                                            >You narrow your eyes.

                                            "Six very, very long hours."

                                            >Twilight looks away from you with a huff, folding her forelegs across her chest and leaning back in her chair.

                                            >"...Imbiber isn't a word..."

                                            "Gonna fucking strangle you you little shi--"

                                            >"I gotta question."

                                            >You pause and look to Applejack.

                                            "Yes?"

                                            >"What kinda stallion would turn down Fluttershy?"

                                            >Stare at her.

                                            >"I mean, I'm a mare and I'd roll around in the hay with Fluttershy."

                                            >She nods at the bottle.

                                            >"'Specially if I had some'a that in me. Or her. I ain't too picky."

                                            >...

                                            "Jesus Applejack don't ever talk again."

                                            >Pinkie raises her hoof.

                                            "Pinkie."

                                            >"So Rarity's still kinda dead over here, I think she hit her head pretty hard on the way down, should we call a doctor or something? Also I still need an answer about the oils."

                                            "We'll deal with Rarity later, also no."

                                            >"No to the oils? So we're still doing the photoshoot?"

                                            "There is no photoshoot."

                                            >"Pretty sure I was promised a photoshoot."

                                            "I didn't promise you dick!"

                                            >"Well no you didn't, but I sure wouldn't turn it down if you did."

                                            "Fu--"

                                            >You do a double take.

                                            >Pinkie bounces her eyebrows at you.

                                            >Shuffle away from her side of the table, dragging the cardboard box with you.

                                            >Come on, Anon, there's gotta be something in here that'll convince them!

                                            >You stare down at the last remaining item in your arsenal.

                                            >Here goes nothing.

                                            "Well since nothing else convinced you assholes, I suppose this won't either."

                                            >You hold it up and show the girls.

                                            >They regard it with confusion.

                                            >Twilight is the first to speak.

                                            >"What is it, exactly?"

                                            "Just a crumpled pair of my underpants saturated with her 'juices'. I was thinking like, DNA evidence or something."

                                            >Rainbow Dash sniffs in the general direction of the pants.

                                            >"Yeah, that's Fluttershy."

                                            >Pinkie squints at them.

                                            >"And those look like the super-special pair of undies I got you for your birthday! You said you'd never ever let anyone see them because they're girly and stupid and have hearts on them!"

                                            >She gasps.

                                            >"You locked those in a box under your bed! You told me and told me not to tell anyone but then I might have told Fluttershy! Fluttershy can't have come across those unless she stole them!"

                                            >Twilight bangs her hooves on the table.

                                            >"And she's got the perfect cover for her crimes! She's the Element of Kindness, not the Element of Stealing Underpants!"

                                            "...Seriously."

                                            >The girls (sans Applejack) come to the same realisation.

                                            >They all stand up (sans Applejack) and shout in unison (sans Applejack):

                                            >"Fluttershy stole Anon's underpants!"

                                            >Twilight glowers at you.

                                            >"Anon. This is a -very- serious breach of the law. Thank you for bringing this to our attention."

                                            "Seriously."

                                            >"Fluttershy is our friend, yes, but the law must be respected at all times."

                                            >Twilight sighs heavily, shaking her head.

                                            >"To think we all knew her so well..."

                                            >The alicorn fixes you with a steady, resolute expression.

                                            >"Even though you got your underpants back, she will be brought to justice, Anonymous. I swear it."

                                            "No, seriously."

                                            >The ponies (sans Applejack) all rush from the room.

                                            >You stand awkwardly, evidence of rape scattered all over the table.

                                            >Applejack, still sat in her chair, stares at you.

                                            >Her eyes dart to the still unconscious(?) Rarity, then back to you.

                                            >"I'm gonna do things to Rarity when you're gone. You know it. I know you know it. Let's just agree to not talk about it when she wakes up. Deal?"

                                            "O-okay."

                                            >"Alright then. You just being moseyin' on outta here now, Anon."

                                            >You back away from the table and walk towards the door the other girls rushed through.

                                            >Looking back over your shoulder, you see Applejack smearing on black lipstick, and putting her hat on Rarity's head.


                                            >All things said and done, Twilight's still right though.

                                            >Stealing is super wrong.

                                            >Don't do it.


                                            The End.