>implied pony >rape

>Wake up cuddling against anon
>Look at him with wide eyes and ask ‘hugies’?
>Anon hugs me, it’s warm.
>He gets up and makes breakfast
>Do your usual thing of choking on breakfast at least once (Too tired to do it twice)
>Feel bad for scaring Anon like that
>Anon puts you in your pen and tells you he’ll be back after work
>Once you hear the door lock, you take off your dorky glasses, put on a cape, and assume your secret identity as SUPER FLUFFY!
>Fly out of the house
>Fight crime
>What’s this? Your old nemesis Dr. Fluttershy is attempting to rape Anon! You must save him!
>Confront Dr. Fluttershy, Anon still does not recognize.
>Dr. Fluttershy reveals her knowledge of your weakness and holds up A BUCKET OF WATER
>You gasp! It’s getting hard to breath! Must do something!
>You find the strength to knock the bucket of water off the side of the building and buck Dr. Fluttershy unconscious for the police to take her away.
>Anon thanks you
>”Aww in a days work citizen!”
>Fly home and get back in your pen just in time for anon to come up and hug you
>”Fluffy pony, you wouldn’t believe the day I just had!”
>Just stare at him blankly through your play glasses and ask “Pway?”

Taco bell

>Fluttershy shows up at the door
>She has a bag of Taco Bell
>I look in the bag
>I see a taco supreme
>I see a beefy crunch burrito
>I see a Mexican pizza
>She brought mild sauce but no hot sauce
>how the hell did she forget the hot sauce?
>I can’t eat this shit without hot sauce
>I ask her to go back to taco bell and bring me some hot sauce
>she explains that she doesn’t want to drive across town again because her 1996 Corolla is already overdue for an oil change
>she also reminds me I have hot sauce in the fridge
>I explain the hot sauce in my fridge isn’t taco bell hot sauce so putting it on taco bell would be against the terms of service
>She says she wouldn’t want me to get in trouble for that and agrees to go get my hot sauce
>She eventually comes back with the hot sauce 
>I start eating the Mexican pizza
>they were stingy as hell with the pizza sauce on top
>a lot of people don’t even realize the red sauce on top is pizza sauce
>they’re always fucking stingy with it
>I call the 800 number in the receipt
>I explain that I am in satisfied with my Mexican pizza
>they say the restaurant will replace it for free
>I send Fluttershy back to Taco Bell to gt my new Mexican pizza
>I eat the taco supreme while waiting for her to get back.
>she finally gets back with my new Mexican pizza (extra sauce!)
>I take it and thank her
>she asks if I have any fetishes
>I laugh and say nope, and eat my Mexican pizza
>She steps on my playstation controller
>she apologizes and I explain she owes me $50
>She gives me a seductive look and asks if there’s any other way she can pay me
>no, I’d rather have the cash
>she leaves to go to the bank but she decides to also get an oil change while she’s out

Tsarroman presents: Fetishshy

> knock at door
> time for everybody’s favorite part of the day!
> fluttershy’s fetish of the day!
> open door
> shock!
> it’s twilight
Oh, hey twilight, wasn’t expecting to see you here
> “yea hey anon, mind if I come in for a second”
sure, come in
> “fluttershy’s been asking me a lot about human sexuality”
really now?
> “yes, and I’ve been happy to give her information, it’s great to see her learning”
> roll my eyes
knowledge is power
> “well anyway, she says that one thing in particular interests her, and you”
this can’t be good
> “according to my book, human males are attracted at the idea of two females mating”
well….yea I suppose most of us are
> “she asked me to come over here, so we can confirm the validity of the statement”
> uh-oh
well, I assure you that it’s true
> “I only like observable fact, now if you will just sit here”
> magically levitated to my couch
> fluttershy enters house
ok now twilight, no need to do something like this
> “nonsense, it’s for research”
> fluttershy begin with steamy make-out session
> complete with out of mouth tongue play
> then fluttershy lies on the floor, belly up
> twilight mounts her
> grinds flank and haunches against fluttershy’s
ok girls that’s enough
> two are going at it like machines
girls
> ignore
giiiirlllsss
> ignore
GIRLS!!!!
> stop everything
you’ve made your point
> motion toward crotch
> stuffed sock in pants to simulate boner bulge
> twilight buys it
> “see fluttershy, men do like mare on mare”
> twilight leaves
> fluttershy stares at sock-bulge with, not hungry eyes, but starving eyes
> pull sock out from pants
> epic disappointment
> defeated, fluttershy walks out the door

Tsarroman presents: Vorashy

(warning, more gruesome due to voraphilic and goraphilic content)
> woken up by nightmare
> what a god awful dream
> dreamt I was woken up by fluttershy
> she had a potion made to turn her into a dragon
> I don’t know what fetish she was going for there
> She ate me

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Tsarroman presents: Fetishshy

> be woken up by tapping at window
> guess who?
> the mailpony? nope, it’s fluttershy
> except, something’s off
> she’s smaller
> let her in
> tiny fluttershy is tiny
> “hey anon”
> her voice is so adorably youthful
what did you do to yourself this time?
> I went to zecora
and?
> “she turned me into a filly!” she jumped up and down as she said it
Why did you do that?
> “because I figured that the reason you didn’t like me was because you were…..well…..a filly fiddler”
You think I’m a pedofile?
> “you just gotta be!”
no, I don’t
> “yes you do!”
> be the better man here, drop the arguement
> she prances around, waving her flank at you
> “I bet this drive you crazy, doesn’t it”
I bet you’re too young to even use that aren’t you?
> “wha-but…I…”
> starts crying
> must have been right
> feelsbadman.jpg
> set her on my lap
> pet her, calm her down
> ignore grinding feeling on my leg
> she can have that one
> soon enough she’s fast asleep
> build a pillow nest for her to sleep on
> go to bed
> wake up next morning
> note on couch
> “sorry about last night, I was acting a bit immature”
you don’t say

Tsarroman presents: Fetishshy

> been a long time since I’ve last seen a human
> maybe I should consider fluttershy
> knocking at the door
> let’s see what fetish she’s got today
> nothing out of norm
> “um….hey anon. Would you like to walk with me”
I don’t know fluttershy, everytime I do, something weird happens
> “yea, but nothing will this time”
do you promise?
> “I promise”
ok then

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Tsarroman presents: Fetishshy

> finding fetish searching entertaining, if not a little irritating
> knock on door
speak of the devil
> fluttershy, in her usual naked ways
> “hey anon…..wanna go for a walk?”
I don’t know fluttershy
> “please?”
I really don’t know
> puppy dog eyes
> dammit
ok, let’s go
> walking around, nothing funny, as the usual nowadays
> make a different turn than usual
> “umm….mind if we go by my house?”
sure I guess.
> god knows what awaits me there
> get to her cottage
> offers food
> suspiciously accept
> watch her cook, no funny business
> she notices me watch her cook, and gets a gleam in her eye
> what is she thinking?
> “d-do you like food?”
if I didn’t I’d starve, now wouldn’t I?
> “yeah…I guess so”
> sets food on table
> I sit, and being a proper gentleman, wait for hostess to take first bite
> she hounds that shit down
> food all over her face
> I watch in awe as she’s covered from mane to muzzle in slop
> “am..am I sexy yet?”
no fluttershy, you’re a pig
> “o-oh….ok”
> looking dejected, she canters her way to a room
> hear door creak, but not latch
> hear running water
> curious
> walk over
> sure enough, she’s showering with the door open
> room is steamy
> glass shower door steamed up, but partly see-though
> as she’s washing, pauses for a split second, and begins lathering her nethers
> “oh, anon, I didn’t know you liked to peep, looks like I found your fetish”
> go home with her still thinking I’m watching

Tsarroman presents: Furryshy

> knock at door
> it’s a fox….thing
> “oh..hey anon”
fluttershy?
> “yeah”
what’s with the get-up?
> I read about something called furries, and fursuits
I cannot even comprehend the irony in this
> “is it working?”
no, fluttershy, it’s not
> shut door on her face

>Just finished your breakfast you go to collect what mail may await you
>A letter from the Equestrian Central Exchequer
>One addressed to… Carrot Top? Goddamnit Derpy…
>And an unusually large package
>No return address on it and you aren’t expecting anything

>Decide to bring it in, anyway, who knows what it could be
>Open it up, inside is a veritable mountain of styrofoam
>Digging through you clasp something cylindrical
>Pull it out and- oh dear god
>There’s no mistaking this thing, it’s obviously some equestrian double-ended dildo
>Closer inspection reveals one end is moist

>In your haste to be rid of it you simply throw it through a window
>Muffled gasp followed by wingbeats
>Fluttershy’s face appears at the now broken window
>”Anon? Did you want me slick it up more?”

Tsarroman presents: Fetishshy

> knock at door
dammit, how many of these fucking books is twilight giving her!?
> open it up
> fluttershy, wearing clothes, a dress
> this is different
> “hey anon, I thought we could spend the day again”
You don’t have to pee do you?
> “…..no….”
or poo?
> “…no…”
alright then, I guess we can go
> We walk about town once again
> every once in a while, she puts herself in a compromising position
> notice panties
> ponies never wear panties
> can’t call her out on it, lest she confront me for peeking
> leave it be
> day goes off without a hitch
> that was too easy
Shouldn’t you be heading home?
> “why? it’s still so early out”
> it’s about 4 p.m.
I suppose
> invite her in
> talk about things, animals, recipes, subject turns to clothes
> “you seem to like wearing clothes”
I’d be naked without them
> “do you like my clothes?”
they’re ok, I guess
> ” Do you like this dress?”
it looks nice on you
> dress comes off
> she’s also wearing a bra, along with panties
> do you like my socks?
they’re a nice color of blue
> socks come off
> I don’t like where this is going
> “do you like my bra?”
you don’t even have breasts
> “what about my panties?”
fluttershy just go home
> she walks out the door
>slam door in her face
> hear from other side
> “right, so no clothes fetishes”