This is an older green of mine I wrote on an old pastebin in May of 2018. It was the only story I moved to my second pastebin called I-Wanna-Die-Sama. If you wish to read it on Pastebin, here you go: https://pastebin.com/mETpxFNU
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This story takes place right at the climax of Dragonshy...
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>Be Anon
>Day FUCK in Equestria.
>Today, you’re on top of a mountain with a guilty looking dragon.
>Just another Saturday, really, except this time, you’re not high.
>Well, I mean, you technically are since you are at a high altitude but...
>Fuck, whatever.
> let’s just get on with the story, shall we?
 
>“But...that rainbow one hit me,” whimpers the scarlet dragon, pointing at Rainbow Dash.
>Rainbow Dash, instead of expressing regret for her actions, smirks, nodding her head.
>“And I am very sorry about that,” continues Fluttershy to the dragon. “...But you’re bigger than her and you should know better! You should also know better than to take a nap when your snoring can be a health hazard to other creatures!”
>The beast, unable to bear the winged pony’s scolding tone, keeps his eyes away from her, ashamed.
>“But, I— ”
>“Don’t you ‘but I’ me, Mister,” warns Fluttershy. “Now what do you have to say for yourself?”
>You, along with everypony else, watch in awe as the mighty dragon whimpers like a bitch.
>It doesn’t phase Fluttershy in the slightest.
>“I said, ‘What do you have to say for yourself’?” she asks again, hooves on her hips.
>The dragon sniffles pitifully.
>Something wet shimmers beneath an eye.
“Yo, is...is that a tear?” you whisper to Rainbow Dash, only to be shushed by Twilight.
>Instantly, the dragon bursts into hysterical sobs, wailing out like he were a hatchling.
>Tears fountain out and rain over you and the gang like a massive downpour.
>You spot Rarity frowning as she sees her mane become damp.
>After a minute of letting the dragon have his meltdown, Fluttershy finally pats the tip of the monster’s nose, showing some maternal remorse for the colossal creature.
>“There, there; you’re not a bad dragon,” she coos softly, “you just made a bad decision. Now, go pack your things. You just need to find a new place to sleep, that’s all.”
>With a sad nod from the dragon, Fluttershy begins to float her way back down to you and the group.
>All of the girls rush over to her to sing her praise.
 
>“You did it!” cheers Twilight Sparkle.
>Before Fluttershy says anything else, though, the whole gang turns their heads to watch as the dragon leaps off the mountain-top, soaring away into the smoky horizon.
>You sigh.
“Tch. Well, that was lame...”
>“What? Nah, dude, it was cool,” says Rainbow Dash. “Fluttershy made a dragon cry.”
“Through feelings and shit,” you mutter. “That’s gay.”
>“You’re gay,” she chuckles back.
“Bitch, you literally gotta Rainbow for a mane and act dude-ish. You’re textbook lesbian.”
>“And you always wear a fancy suit, a weird sex-mask, never take your clothes off, and hang out with a buncha girls instead of trying to fuck them,” smirks back Rainbow Dash. “Dude, you’re textbook homo.”
>“Yeah, not to mention ya act like a mare when it comes to gettin’ yerself dressed! I mean, don’tcha just wanna be free from that dang monkey-suit of yer’s?” wonders Applejack as she enters the debate.
>Twilight frowns.
>“Uh, girls? Fluttershy just conquered her fears over here. Kind of a big deal! Hello-o?”
>“Oh, behave you two!” says Rarity, ignoring Twilight altogether as she straight-up walks past her to join you, Applejack, and Rainbow Dash. “Just because Anon is well dressed and respects the boundaries of his female friends does not make him ‘gay’, nor is there anything wrong with it if he were, might I add.”
>“Pssh, c’mon, Rares! Anon’s like a total faggot!” giggles Pinkie, hopping in for the sheer fun of it. “I bet he’s a suuuuper gay!”
>Twilight groans, tired of this moronic debate.
>“Seriously, you all? Girls, Fluttershy just saved the country! We should be praising her!”
>Fluttershy gently smiles at Twilight, glad to have at least one friend standing up for her.
>“...And I mean, besides!” Twilight continues, “he’s obviously straight anyways; there’s no need to discuss it!”
>She too walks over to join you and the rest.
 
>It doesn’t take long before everypony surrounds you, bickering about your sexuality.
>Meanwhile, Fluttershy just kicks a rock, her cheeks blazing red.
>“Nah, Anon’s a faggot!” laughs Rainbow.
>“No he’s not!” yells Twilight.
>”Is too!”
>“Is not!”
>“Is too!”
>“Is not!”
>Eventually, Rainbow, Pinkie, and Applejack dance around you in a circle singing: “Anon is a faggot! Anon is a faggot!”
>You sigh.
“Guys, c’mon...”
>“Faggot! Faggot! Faggot!” cheers Pinkie, a bit more passionately than the others.
>You scratch the back of your head nervously.
“Seriously, this...this is really unnecessary.”
>“And yer really gay!” laughs Applejack.
>“Ruffians! Ruffians, the lot of you!” screams Rarity. “Respect his orientation!”
“Guys...”
>“He’s even wearing a suit and tie on a mountain to fight a dragon, ha ha ha! What a frickin' fruuuuit!” howls Rainbow Dash hysterically.
“Guys.”
>“That’s his choice!” Twilight fires back at Rainbow. “That doesn’t mean he’s a homosexual!”
“Guys. Really. Stop.”
>“Nah, he would’ve hit on us long ago if that were the case,” giggles Pinkie.
“OKAY, YOU KNOW WHAT? FUCK YOU GUYS!”
>With an exhausted huff, you step over them and walk over to the forgotten Fluttershy.
>She cowers as your shadow falls over her demure figure.
>“A-anon?”
>You undo your belt, the metal buckle clanking as it falls to the stone ground.
“I’m not gay,” you say to the others. “And by my lord and savior, Godzilla, I’ma prove it to ya’ll.”
>“Wait, Anon, what are you -- EEP!”
>She squeaks at the sound of you undoing your fly.
>The others gawk, too stunned to move.
>It’s like the shocking turn of events are so sudden, that the others aren’t even sure if this is real.
>However, as your tall and brooding figure looms over Fluttershy, the weight of reality slams down heavily upon them.
>None dare move a muscle.
>“A-anon, what are you doing!?” stammers Fluttershy.
 
>She falls on her rump, scooting away from you.
>“W-what’re you...?”
“I’ma fuck ya.”
>Your pants drop down to your ankles; her wings spread as her gaze hits the bulge beneath your boxers.
>“N-no, please! Get away!”
>Her words mean less than nothing.
>You grab her by the barrel of her stomach and turn her around, her rear facing you.
>She has a lovely rump; round, shapely, delicate...
>Could be better/10
>Her cheeks are clenched together, yet the smooth layer of fat and skin feel delightful in the palm of your hand as it takes up the space of her entire cutie mark.
>Unfortunately, with her glutes clamped and her hind legs shut, her treasured cunt remains hidden from you.
>This won’t do.
>With an expressionless face, you pull a hand back, raise it with an open palm, then smack it firmly against that pillowy ass.
>“EEK!”
>By reflex, her legs spread apart.
>You waste no time and promptly place a finger between her supple thighs and onto the bottom of her cunt.
>Next, you apply pressure to the spot and rub at the location passionately, right where a clit ought to be, blinking like a broken street light.
>If Fluttershy wasn’t scared before, now she’s definitely terrified.
>She goes from squeaking to shrieking, thrashing in your arms to be free of your human grip.
>To combat this, you force her to the ground, pinning her down.
>She squirms and wiggles beneath your weight with all her pitiful might, even attempting to kick you with her back legs.
>If she were Applejack or Rainbow Dash, you’d be hurt, but this is Fluttershy; she could barely fly with those flimsy little wings.
>She’s not strong.
>At all.
>The others continue watching as you hold her down on the stone ground of the mountain.
>“Um...is he doing what I think he’s doing?” asks Rainbow Dash, strangely quieter than usual.
>Rarity swallows a lump in her dry throat.
 
>“I-I believe so,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.
>“Huh.”
>Rainbow Dash nods.
>“That’s hot.”
>“Quite.”
>“Somepony, please! Help!” pleads Fluttershy.
>Her cries go from that of fear to shock as you persistently rub at the same spot of her marehood with a rush of increased vigor.
>Much to Fluttershy’s shame and self-disgust, her soft vulva flashes bright red, and her whole lower half twitches as the small fleshy bean winks out from between her aroused folds, up against your fingers.
>“Oh! Oh, stop it! Please!” she begs through misty eyes. “Y-you’re violating me! Stop, please!”
>You shrug.
“But then they’ll call me gay,” you say casually, and carry on.
>As you continue, though, you realize that whenever Fluttershy’s clit pops out from her sopping cunt, it’s like a surge of electricity jostles her whole pelvic floor.
>Her breath hitches for a fraction of a second as her eyes cross at the pressure building in her abdomen, cutting her off mid-cry with powerful hiccups of unwanted pleasure.
>Her whole cunt is flustered, red, and puffy — you can feel the heat radiating from her.
>With just a little more force applied to your fingers and a quickening of pace, Fluttershy’s sounds cease as her whole body goes rigid.
>Her eyes, originally staring at you with fear and terror, go wide; not a single sound escapes her mouth, shaped like an ‘O’ as if she were silently screaming at the immense force from within her about to burst.
>Then, just as soon as she had tensed, her diaphragm contracts, her face goes wild; every muscle tightens as her lower half convulses out of control, her full ass thrashing in your hold, gushing out hot ejaculate.
 
>She screams, the sound echoing off of other nearby mountains as the power of climax makes her writhe in ungodly pleasure beneath your massive form.
>So severely does she shake that you again try to restrain her from under you.
>And soon, after a full minute of the greatest agony Fluttershy has ever felt, her throat goes raw, and she goes limp.
>She collapses as tingling flesh, a blitzkrieg of feelings, emotions, and pleasures.
>Her face is a blank stare — a dead fish.
“Done...”
>You rise, trying to pat out the moisture of her cum on your shirt.
>Looking back at the rest of the gang, you place your hands on your hips.
“Welp, was that gay?” you ask.
>The five mares stare, frozen in astonished disbelief.
>“Um, wow,” says Twilight. “That was...that was intense.”
“Yeah, that was a bit fast, wasn’t it?” you say with a nod.
>The others’ stares turn to looks of puzzlement at your comment.
>“I beg yer pardon?” goes Applejack. “Anon, that was...well, not exactly an average amount of time, but surely close to it!”
“What? Oh. Yeah, you’re ponies. You’re prey animals, so you’re used to quick sex. Forgot.”
>You tap your foot against the ground.
“So, you guys still think I’m a faggot?”
 
>“Weeeell,” says Rainbow Dash, “I mean, you didn’t even, like, uh, stick your dick in her or anything. If ya really wanna prove it, you should really fuck her. Like, right now.”
>You roll your eyes.
“Well, I was till she came buckets just from me touching her clit for less than a friggin’ minute,” you scoff, crossing your arms. “I mean, ya really think I got my pants down just to touch her clit?”
>“Then do it!” encourages Pinkie. “She’s not going anywhere!”
“But I’m huuuungry…”
>“Do it or else yer a faggot, Anon,” says Applejack.
>Rainbow Dash laughs with her.
>“Yeah, what she said!”
>You moan with discontent.
“But then it’ll take me fifteen or twenty minutes before we head back home!”
>They all wipe the sweat off their foreheads at the same time hearing that.
>“J-just fuck ‘er one more time,” insists Applejack, fanning herself with her stetson. “Ya don’t wanna be a faggot, now do ya?”
“Alright. Fine. I’ll do it, but Pinkie owes me free food.”
>“Yippee!” cheers Pinkie.
>Wonderful.
>You get back over to Fluttershy’s body.
>More cum oozes from her violated nethers.
>You pull down your undies and begin jerking it just so you’d be that much harder.
>Fucking ponies, wanting you to rape their friends.
>Then again, what kind of a faggot wouldn’t?
 
END
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