Originally Published April 22nd, 2018 My Strange Addiction Season 2 Episode 3b(Potential) "True Glue" CameraMare: Flash Bulb [START OF RECORDING] >[Scene 1] >[Interior; Fluttershy's Cottage; Living Room] >[Numerous Labeled Quart Jars lay about on shelves and tables] I'm s-sorry about the m-mess. I don't get many visitors lately. >It's perfectly fine, Miss Shy. I am bothering you a bit late in the day, after all. >Now, your friend Rainbow Dash recommended you to be on My Strange Addiction, and- >[Fluttershy shakes her head furiously] Addiction? Oh n-no, I don't have an addiction. I'm just an e-enthusiast. >[B Reel: Hallway; All shelving space taken by Quart Jars filled with cloudy liquids] >There's no need to be so, well, shy, about it. Everypony has their own idiosyncrasies. R-really? >Of course. Why, I myself enjoy the smell of moldy apples. >[Fluttershy looks confused] >[Then relieved] >See? Nothing to be embarrassed about! >Now, how did your obsession with glue first begin? G-glue? Yes? From what your friend told us, you have quite the appreciation for hot glue; aren't these jars all filled with glue? >[Zoom in on nearby Quart Jar] Oh, n-no that's not g-glue. >Then what is it? >[Label Reads: March 1st, 2012. Dinner: Salad] It's semen. 1/ >[Scene 2] >[Interior; Fluttershy's Cottage; Kitchen] >[Quart Jars cover the table. Fluttershy peers over a jar to look at the camera] U-um, I've never had to talk about th-this before. >Just start with what feels natural. O-okay. >[Fluttershy takes in a deep breath] MynameisFluttershyI'm28andIloveeverythingaboutsemen. >[Fluttershy exhales] >Not too hard, is it? N-not really... >Okay, let's try again. But slower this time. And a bit more detail. O-okay. >[Fluttershy grabs the jar obscuring her face and cradles it] >[Label Reads: April 1st. Dinner: Steak] M-my name is Fluttershy. I'm 28 years old, and I love semen. The smell of it, the texture...everything. >[She opens the jar, taking a deep sniff] >[A content smile appears on her face] >[Flash Bulb retches slightly from the smell] >So-URP-what exactly do you do with all this, uh, spunk? >[Fluttershy looks defensive] >Surely you don't EAT all of it, do you? >[A tan hoof sweeps in front of the camera] >I mean, there's just so much of it. O-oh heaven's no! I couldn't possibly eat all of it. >Whew... >[Fluttershy gets down from the table] >[She makes a motion with her wing] I have lots of other uses for it t-too! 2/ >[Scene 3] >[Interior; Fluttershy's Cottage; Master Bedroom] >[The wallpaper is decorated by images of browned fruit] >Huh. >[Fluttershy turns to face the camera] W-what is it? >Nothing. I guess I just expected something...I don't know. Worse. Oh. W-well, this is one of the other things I do with the semen I collect. >[Fluttershy licks a browned pineapple-decorated section of wallpaper, then grimaces] >Miss Shy? O-oh dear, this tastes like strawberries. I thought I used the wrong jar. >[She walks to the closet and opens the door. A large stack of Semen Jars sit inside] >The wro-no. Ah, h-here it is. >[She takes a jar from the closet and, using a brush, paints over the pineapple section she previously licked] Now I just need to let it dry. >[A browned piece of wallpaper flakes off the wall] >I..I think I need to leave. >[The camera tracks backwards from Fluttershy] S-sweetie look out! That's a hol- >WOOOAAAH! >[The camera tilts up, and both it and Flash Bulb fall backwards] O-oh my. >Ow. >[The sunset through the hole reveals another large cache of semen jars] >How many jars do you have? >[Fluttershy's silhouette raises a hoof to her chin] >A-a little under a thousand, give or take. >How? Where do you find the time to fuck that many stallions?! >[Fluttershy giggles] O-oh no, I'm a one-stallion mare. >Wha? Come on, I'll show you! 3/ >[Scene 4] >[Interior; Anonymous's House; Master Bedroom] >[The Camera is recording in Night Vision Mode] >[Flash Bulbs speaks in hushed whipers] >You got all that semen from...from him? >[The camera focuses on a sleeping Anonymous, then returns to Fluttershy] >Just him? Y-yes. >Bullshit. Bull. Shit. I'm leaving. >[Fluttershy reaches a hoof past the camera] I-I'll prove it to you! >[She produces a Quart Jar from under her wing, and quietly slinks under the covers] >Fluttershy! Enough! >[The camera moves to focus on the bed] >[A gentle bobbing starts near Anonymous's crotch] >"O-oh~~ Applejack" >[The bobbing speeds up] >Fluttershy! Cut it out! >"Ooh~~oh~h-HAH!AAAAH~~h-whu?" >[Anonymous throws his blankets to the side] >[Fluttershy is sitting in front of his crotch, a full jar in her hooves] I-I usually put a tranquilizer in your dinners to paralyze you. But I f-forgot this time. >[Fluttershy darts for the window, rebounding against the glass] >[The jar's contents empty on her as she falls unconscious] >"Fucking Fluttershy." >[Anonymous stares at the camera] >"I-is that a recording light? Are there two of you?!" >[The camera shakes as Flash Bulb scrambles to stand up] >"GET BACK HERE!" >[The Hallway, Stairs, and Living Room blur past] >[Flash Bulb dives out the window she and Fluttershy used to get inside] >"FUCKING MYSTERY HORSE!" [END OF RECORDING]