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"[Flutters][FR, Clop] The Numbers Game, Part Apples (Fourth)"
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>You Usain Bolt up the stairs.
>Once you reach the ground floor you start doing the
>"oh-shit-I-woke-up-late-and-now-I-have-to-get-to-work-or-get-fired" shuffle with your pants.
>You put your right foot in.
>You pull your right foot out.
>You put your right foot in and you struggle all about.
>Spike is still arranging books on the shelves.
>He turns to you in moderate concern. "You okay there, [Anon?] What did you and Twi do down there anyway?"
>There it is again. Even though you just came and you're clearly in refraction, the sound of your name stirs your member.
>As if running and putting on pants wasn't difficult enough.
We just talked with our lower mouths is all.
>Spike looks confused. "Lower mouths?"
>You're hopping to the door, pant armor nearly donned.
Oh yeah, you should ask her about it some time. It's a lot of fun.
>That should buy you some time if Twilight decides to come looking for you.
Well Spike, I better go. It was great seeing you and all that...
>You put the finishing touches on your belt and dart out the door, slamming it behind you.
>The tree shakes from the force of the slam and a few of the library's books fall from their shelves.
>"Yeah... Real great..." Spikes huffs and starts putting the books back where they belong.
>Outside you take a deep breath.
>You better keep moving.
>Twilight wouldn't be long and you were pretty sure she'd read more than her fair share of mating ritual books.

>You shudder at the thought and start power walking blindly in a direction.
>You would've been running, trying to put as much distance between yourself and Twilight as possible, but...
>You wanted to try to be as inconspicuous as you could.
>Every single pony on the street was one word away from being immediately demoted to worst pony.
>It was like starting a Minesweeper game with 999 problems.
>But fucking a horse ain't one.
>Think. Think. Think.
>Wasn't there something you could do?
>Or somep0ny who could help you?
>Twilight said that magic can't help, so Rarity and even the princesses are most likely out of the picture.
Only a potion can counter-act a potion, huh?
>You mumble to yourself, oblivious to your surroundings.
Wait... then that means...
>You've managed to walk to what is more-or-less considered the center of P0nyville.
>You exclaim, cocking your arm to the side and pointing to the sky:
Of course! Zecora!
>Some of the nearby p0nies turn in your direction and give you quizzical looks.
>"[Anon,] are you doing alright?"
>A shiver wiggles its way throughout your body.
>Oh no.
>Alfredo detonation in t-minus potato...

Oh yeah... I'm fine... I'm just... late for something...
>"You sure [Anon?]"
>You cringe and ball your fist, trying to suppress your physical reaction.
Yes Lyra, I'm fine. Thank you, but I should really be going.
>You start making your way towards the Everfree Forest.
>Unfortunately, it's quite a walk from the center of town.
>As you pass by familiar faces, they smile and greet you.
>"Hiya [Anon]"
>"[Anon], what's up?"
>"In a hurry, [Anon?]"
>Each time you wave them off, doing your best not to slow your pace as a result of your growing rod.
>"Great to see you, [Anon!]"
>"Hey [Anon,] we still on for cider at the Watering Hole later?"
>"Oooooh! [Anon!] Wanna come inside and try my new cupcakes?"
>Your body is seizing up from all of the firing neurons.
>It's begging for release.
>Every step you take is excruciating.
Not... now... Pinkie...
>"Okie dokie , Lokie..." she says as she bounds off.
>Thank Celestia she didn't use your name.
>Never in your life have you appreciated Pinkie's quirks more than that moment.
>But seriously...
>Damn this magical horsey land.
>You've never hated friendly neighbors as much as you do right now.

>Eventually, you make it to the edge of the Everfree.
>Holy shit.
>You may be as horny as a male rabbit accidentally placed in the females' cage but...
>You're cognizant enough to see that this place was way more terrifying than they made it out to be in the show.
>You gulp and tentatively enter the maze of trees.
>At least it's daylight.
>You'll have to remember to ask Twilight to send ol' Sunny D a letter of appreciation for you.
>If you ever get to the point where you can talk to her again.
>Or if you ever get out of this place.
>You realize that you've been walking long enough that you can't tell where you're going and where you've been.
>Come to think of it, you never even knew where exactly Zecora lived in the Everfree anyway...
God damnit, brain. What are you doing up there?
>Back at Brain Corp.
>More fire.
>Just fire everywhere.
>The boss just flings his hands over his head and paperwork whips about in the air.
>"Fuck it! Just put Dick in charge. I quit!"
>You hear the faint sound of a door slam in the recesses of your mind and jolt back to the situation at hand.

Fuck. Well, what do I do now?
>As if in response, your member perks up and your jeans shift ever so slightly.
>You reel from the motion, the aphrodisiac's effects kicking in once more.
>After your body settles back down somewhat, you decide to continue forward.
>But your dick has other plans.
>It starts pulling to the left in your pants.
What the-?
>The farther forward you go, the more your dick turns, until it's practically hugging your thigh.
>You groan in annoyance.
>Fucking potions.
>Fucking getting lost.
>Fucking Cheerilee.
>Fucking Twilight.
>What the fuck else can go wrong?
>In your desperation, you address your penis.
What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you trying to lead me somewhere?
>To your utter disbelief, you feel the head of your cock shift up and down.
>You stand in place, shocked and silent for a moment.
Did you... Did you just nod?
>The motion repeats itself.
>Well, you've gone off the deep end.
>Your penis has gained sentience and is in self-preservation mode.
>You're lost anyway, might as well give it a shot.
>You follow your cock compass and somehow miraculously end up at Zecora's hut.
>Apparently dick compasses always point to poon.

>"It's been quite a while since [Anon] last, I did see."
>"What brings you to this part of the Everfree?"
>By this point, you've been built up so much by the trigger phrase that you're dribbling pre-cum.
>But at least you aren't blacking out like before.
>Maybe you're building up some kind of tolerance or something.
>Fuck, you hope not.
>That's going to be a disaster once... if this problem ever gets sorted out.
Zecora, please try not to say my name again.
>"I can see that your mind and body are quite sore."
>"But to not speak your name? Whatever for?"
Cheerilee gave me a powerful aphrodisiac that is phrase activated. I went to Twilight for help, but...
>Your eyes narrow and you scowl.
She just told me that magic can't fix the effects of a potion and then she added my name to the activation list.
>Zecora nods in understanding. "What the purple pony said is not wrong."
>"However, the duration of a potion is not long."
>You grin and hug the striped p0ny.
>But then your smile turns to a frown.
So you can't cure me of the effects?
>Zecora shakes her head.
>You hang your head and mutter in the direction of your crotch.
Great... What am I going to do about this until then?
>Zecora follows your gaze and blushes lightly.
>"Please do not think it rude of me, but..."
>"Is has been quite a while since my last rut."

>At this, your cock somehow manages to shoot up even straighter than before.
>It was like the class bell just rang on a Friday.
>And the first one out the door got a diamond horse.
>Even though Penis has pretty much been promoted to head honcho, you can still hear slivers of conscience in your head.
Look Zecora... That's really nice of you. And I appreciate the offer. Really, I do...
>Do. Do. Do it.
But you're a pony and I'm a human. And besides, the potion only allows Cheerilee and Twilight to actually get me off.
>Zecora smirks and saunters over to a table with a familiar looking book resting on it.
>She carries it over to you and flips it open.
>It's the same as the book Twilight showed you.
>"I am familiar with the potion of which you speak."
>"With a few more ingredients, it could receive a minor tweak."
>"With a twig of capron and a berry of lum,"
>"It could be made so that for me, you'll cum."
That's nice Zecora, but...
>Doitdoitdoitdoitdoit.
>You gulp.
But you're still a pony.
>She simply smiles and turns the page.
>She points a hoof at one of the figures.
>"You see, that was already a part of my plan."
>"I can modify this recipe to make me temporarily human."
>"News about this potion you will adore."
>"Ingredients for the human potion, I need no more."
Well, I... I...
>YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS.
>Your head is too fuzzy to argue.
Okay... Let's do it.
>Zecora gives you a map with the locations of the ingredients she needs for the first potion and you head out.

>You reach the first area marked on the map.
>Fuck, you really wish that your brain was working well enough to remember how freaky the forest was.
>You could have asked Zecora to come with you.
>Oh well, it's too late now.
>Besides, she's brewing up the human transformation potion...
>Honestly, you're surprised you're able to think at all.
>You double-check the picture of the ingredient that you need and locate it quickly.
>One down, one to go.
>You check your map.
>The second ingredient isn't even that far from where you are.
>You'll be rid of this infernal boner in no time.
>And not a moment too soon.
>You never knew how difficult it was to walk with a raging boner until now.
>You mean, you've had some experience.
>Lonely nights, house to yourself.
>You'd throw on some Old Time Rock and Roll and slide around your house in your socks.
>Like that Guitar Hero commercial.
>Except you totally did it first.
>Anyway, the point is that you'd always been naked when sporting your boner at home.
>Pants completely change the playing field.
>Come to think of it...
>You know what?
>Fuck pants.
>You tear them off and throw them and your boxers on the forest floor.

>Not a second passes after you've removed your denim shield before you hear a rustling among some nearby trees.
>Oh fuck.
>You tense up and clutch at your discarded clothes.
>Something WOULD attack you when you're feeling most vulnerable.
>Your adrenaline starts to pump and you dart into some nearby bushes.
>After several moments of your heart attempting to escape your chest, you no longer hear anything.
>You peek out of the bush and look left and right.
>There's nothing.
>Oh wait.
>You take another look at the ingredient pictures.
>The lum berry!
>Nice.
>You separate the berry from the bush and grin.
Everything's coming up Milhouse.
>You begin to walk back in the direction of Zecora's when...
>There's a sharp pain at the back of your head and you collapse forward.
>The last thing you see as your eyes close are two pairs of yellow hooves.
>And the last thing you hear:
>"Oh my, [Anon.] You look hurt. Mama better take you home and fix you up."
>And then...
>Darkness.

>You wake later with blurred vision and a pounding headache.
>You groan and start to sit up.
>But you can't.
>You can't even move your head.
>Your other head, however, seems to be just fine.
>He's still straight as an arrow, unfazed by your obvious peril.
>It's almost like he's mocking you.
>He's free and you aren't.
>Whatever, now's not the time.
>You look around as much as you can, trying to get your bearings.
>Okay.
>You're in a bed.
>Two large windows to your right.
>Vines entangled in the rafters above.
>A few birdhouses hang from the ceiling.
>And your arms, legs, and head are strapped to the bed with gauze.
>Lots of gauze.
>You remember seeing Fluttershy just before you fell unconscious.
>You breathe a sigh of relief.
>If there was any mare who could help, it was Banana Hush.
>As if she were telepathic, Fluttershy struts into the room wearing a nurse outfit.
>"Oh [Anon,] I'm so glad you're okay. I was so worried when I found you lying on the ground."
>You cringe at your name.
Yeah... how did you get there so fast?
>"Oh, I was just... you know..." Her sentence trails off into mumbling.
And why I am strapped down to the bed?
>Damn brain, you're getting really good at this "thinking-while-horny" stuff.
>And while you're at it, isn't there something you should be remembering right now?
>Oh yes. There is.
>Before you got knocked out, you saw more than just Fluttershy's legs.
>You also saw...
>A thick tree branch hitting the ground next to her.

Fluttershy... Did you... knock me out?
>She hides behind her mane. "Oh... umm... yes."
>You can feel your rage building up.
>Like someone just dropped a Mentos in your body-Pepsi.
>But you've been so good about struggling through your arousal, why not try frustration as well?
>You calm down and sincerely ask:
Why in Equestria would you do that?
>"Oh... Well... Because, umm... I want t-to... be with you, [Anon...]" She whimpers and averts her gaze.
>You'd be daaawing right now if you weren't so confused.
>Or hard.
>The latter being a fact that Fluttershy has picked up on.
>"And I can see that you want me, too." She places a hoof to your tip.
>You writhe from the sensation, letting out a loud groan.
>Parts of your body temporarily shut down from the quasi-orgasm, including your mouth.
>Fluttershy takes your response as a sign of acceptance and climbs onto the bed and on top of you.
>You can feel her dripping mare juices falling along your leg and thighs as she crawls up.
>You open your mouth to protest.
>To tell her that she's wrong.
>To tell her about your predicament.
>But it's no use.
>It refuses to cooperate.
>You can only watch in horror as Fluttershy removes her panties.
>They're coated with her sexual secretions.
>You feel even more dripping onto your pelvis and balls.
>C'mon mouth! Work damnit!
>Your jaw quivers in its attempt.
>Almost there!
Fl- Fl-
>Go go go!
Fluttershy, I-
>Yes! Finally!
>Unfortunately, your open mouth is greeted with Fluttershy's newly-shed underwear as she stuffs them in.

>"Don't worry, [Anon.] You don't have to tell me. I know this is your fetish."
>Fluttershy smiles and begins to rub her wet folds along your erect shaft.
>If you could cum right now, you'd fill the fucking aquarium at Sea World.
>Instead, you just spasm and your mind shorts out again.
>Fluttershy moans as she slides awkwardly against your member, wings erect.
>"Oh, [Anon!] I'm cu-cumming." she whinnies and you feel her juices pool between your legs.
>You scream into the cloth panties, overflowing with unobtainable desire.
>"Don't worry, I'm going to make you feel good too."
>Another scream is muffled by the underwear.
>She can't.
>She can only drive you further insane.
>She lifts her body directly over your shaft.
>Your eyes widen.
>You keep trying to convey to her somehow that this is wrong.
>She's supposed to be good with animals, right?
>She's supposed to know what they're thinking, right?
>What they need...
>When they're in trouble...
>But it's futile.
>She lowers herself onto your cock and your senses fry.
>Your body is doing everything it can to make you cum.
>But you can't.
>You feel your mind slipping.
>You might die here...
>Raped to death by a yellow p0ny...
>You're about to resign yourself to your fate when suddenly...
>Fluttershy's body seizes up and slumps off of your shaft.
>"A lot of fun Fluttershy was having, it seems."
>"But now it's time for her to have sweet dreams."
>In the bedroom doorway is Zecora in a human's body with a blowgun.
>You black out again.