>What is Flutterrape?Flutterrape is a collection of stories about ponies trying and failing to have sex with Anon, the only human in Equestria. While the title implies that it is Fluttershy trying to rape Anon, others may follow in her stead and attempt their own versions of rape. There are different versions of Flutterrape, but most are light-hearted comedies about the ponies failing in their attempts to get into Anon’s pants. Just because your story has Anon in it, doesn't mean it fits in this thread. Check other threads (AiE, RGRE etc) about story content before posting.>It's been 12 years, how is this thread still alive?A perverse mixture of necromancy and spite.>How do I start writing?Use your imagination, you nitwit. Additionally, brush up on your grammar and abandon your standards.Writing Guides:Clever Dick's Tips For Short Stories -- https://ponepaste.org/1274Driverbang's Writing Guide -- https://ponepaste.org/1275Navarone's Writing Rules -- https://ponepaste.org/1276For additional information, lurk. You could also check out the T:EM/P/O or /bale/ threads for further writing advice, unless they're dead.So many threads have died, but only Flutterrape has remained. We shall always remain. We are bound to the fate of the board as a lich is bound to its phylactery.////Masterlist: https://ponepaste.org/user/FlutterrapeGeneralAuthor List: https://ponepaste.org/1270FIMfiction Group: http://www.fimfiction.net/group/211640/flutterrapeRequest Bin: https://ponepaste.org/1268Thread Archive: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/search/text/Flutterrape/previous thread: >>42699057
Yeeeah work that grill baby.
>>42720152JESUS CHRIST YOU IDIOTS. YOU LET IT DIE! NOW WERE ALL FUCKED!
I rewrote a green I made for another general, but since it kind of fits this one, I might as well post it to start the thread: >Be Anon.>Which isn't a hard thing to be, right now.>Saturday afternoon in Ponyville.>Lazy, of course. Never liked them busy.>That's how you find yourself reclined on a blanket under a shady tree.>Pegasi chirping in the branches.>Got a cheese sandwich. Some lager, not cold but close enough.>Life's good. You bite in—>"What in tarnation d'ya got there, Anon?">Choking hazard! Choking hazard!>Applejack's standing there, hat tilted, glaring at your picnic like it's Equestria's most wanted.>Brow raised, legs spread, ready to bring the law to all wrongdoers in the land of meals on blankets.>You glance at what you brought: some crackers, fancy cheese, a sharp sandwich knife…>Nope, nothing illegal there. She's glaring straight at->Strawberry Jam."What's wrong with strawberry jam?">You reply after clearing your esophagus of a crouton barricade.>"Ain't apple jam.">You freeze in mid-bite, trying to process what's going on here."There's... apple jam?">AJ huffs like you've asked if the sky's blue.>Which it is. Today, anyway.>"Course. Heck, we even got Zap Apple Jam!">She beams like it's the apple-solute best thing since sliced apple bread."You mean the glowing stuff?">"That just means it's fresh!""That's a little too much magic for me in something meant to be spreadable.">Her eyes narrow like you've just insulted her entire bloodline.>"Horseapples! Don't you know an apple a day keeps the doc away?""I do. It's not the apple part I have a problem with here, AJ. It's the zap. The whole, rainbow-glowing, possibly radio-active bit. Look at me. Do I even look like someone that can handle the zap?">You gesture at your very human, very magic-less self.>She squints, eyeing up the jam like she's sizing up the competition.>"Uh-huh, sure. Could've gone with plain ol' apple jam then, is all I'm sayin'.""I didn't even know it was a thing, AJ! Honest to Faust!">For a glorious moment, you almost believe she's gonna drop it.>That you're out of this bad jam and ready to mosey into butter territory.>Then her gaze sharpens again, and that hope sinks like a ship against the iceberg that is her stubbornness.>"Hold up.">Oh no.>You tense.>"Not a single bit o' apple in yer food there.">She jabs a hoof at your crime scene- uhm… picnic.>"No pie. No fritters, no nothin'.">Uh oh.>"Where's the dang cider, Anon?" >Bad move.>Terrible, actually.>You can feel her eyebrows rising into the stratosphere even as you say it.>Applejack leans in, dangerously close, her hat bumping against your forehead.>"Is that so?">You freeze, every muscle in your body urging you to make like a tree and get the hell out of here.>You know better, though. She bucks those hard.
>check out the Tempo thread
>>42720209>"Open yer mouth.""You- uh… what?">"Open yer dang mouth, Anon. I mean it.">Her voice is stone. There's no room for negotiation here, not with that look on her face.>You gulp, then part your lips.>She's not going to do anything weird. She wouldn't dare.>*Splorch*>Something warm and wet fills your entire mouth, prodding around your cheeks and teeth.>It pulls back, your lips making a small pop as they break free of suction.>You feel drool dripping from your chin. Is it hers or yours? Does it even matter at this point?>"Mmm… whole wheat, huh?">She's just sitting there, like she didn't just pull that stunt right in front of you.>"Cheddar, huh? Kinda fancy.">You can feel the heat rising off your cheeks. She's dissecting your sandwich, and you're not sure how you feel about it.>"A bit o' lettuce.">It feels like she's dissecting you. Like she's looking inside of you, seeing your soul, judging it.>"But there's somethin' else in here, Anon.">Beads of sweat start to form on your brow.>"A hint o'… shame.">Beet red.>Like an apple, if that apple was embarrassed out of its mind."That's just... Uhm... picnic anxiety.">"An'…">She inhales deeply, nostrils flaring like she can smell your dirty secrets.>"An'… a bit of Rarity on yer lips.""I needed that discount! Okay?">You blurt out, much louder than you'd intended."Custom underwear aren't ch—">Wait! How does she kno—>"I don't care none 'bout that.">Oh? Well, that's nice.>"What I do care 'bout, is the fact there ain't a trace of apple anywhere.">You can feel your Adam's apple bobbing.>"Ya lied to me, Anon.">Buck it!"You know what, maybe—maybe—I just don't like apples that much, is all!">You can barely recognize your own voice as the words fly out of your mouth in a torrent of bravery that can't possibly last long."You can't just make me love apples, okay? You're not some kind of crazy apple wizard with powers over fruit that can compel me to shove a bushel down my throat at every moment of the dang day, Applejack! This is my picnic, and I choose to eat strawberry jam!">Wow! You're feeling great! You're feeling strong! You're feeling invinc—>Thunk>You hit the dirt.>Applejacked.
>>42720214>"Now, sugarcube, I don't wanna sound harsh. But I've been thinkin'. Real hard, even.">She's thinking? Uh oh.>You'd crack a joke. Something about the sky falling maybe, but… Well…>You're polite like that.>Also, you're tied to a chair.>The gag in your mouth doesn't help either.>"Ponies who don't like apples... They're trouble, is all. Every time, without fail.">Oh boy. Here we go.>"Think about it! Tirek? Big ol' apple-hater. Chrysalis? She wouldn't even sniff one, no sir.">You can't really nod or offer any other sign of agreement.>"Strawberry Sunrise?">That mare's name practically spits itself out of her mouth, dripping with contempt.>"That mare, she hates 'em more than anypony.">Some deep, fruity betrayal burns in her eyes.>You blink your eyelids in Mhorse code, spelling out an S.O.S.>Nopony is coming to save you. Not from her.>"It's a slippery slope, Anon. First, you say no to apples. Next thing you know, BAM. World domination.">She leans in, eyes boring into your twisted and rotten strawberry of a soul.>"It's my duty—naw. My responsibility to make sure ya don't turn into one o' them apple-loathin' fiends, Anon.">You try to protest, try to let her know that the idea of world domination has never once crossed your mind, and that the one and only time you've contemplated villainy of any sort was that time Rainbow Dash borrowed your toaster for three months straight and didn't give it back until after the cord somehow broke and it 'stopped working.'"Mmmphgh! Hrnnh hmmn hhngnh mrmmpphg mmf hngh rrrm mfffghhhh hmpht ghrmbl mmmds hnnnnfffn fnn fffflllfff glllmnpppppp!">"Now, I know ya don't think you're evil. But lemme tell you, Anon: Evil don't come waltzin' in and sayin', 'Hi there, I'm evil! Nice to meetcha!' Nope. It sneaks right in, catches ya in an imperfection or two. Right through a hole in the heart where an apple should rightfully fit.">She leans in, her apple-scented breath hot against your cheeks and her eyes burning with the righteous fury of a thousand bushels.>"You ain't gone bad yet, Anon. But this 'no apples' business? That's a road to ruin, plain as day. It don't lead nowhere good, Anon. Nowhere at all.">Her voice drops, low, like she's giving you some ancient wisdom that only those who have seen too much would dare utter.>"First, you avoid apple pie...">Her nostrils flare and her pupils shrink to tiny dots, and you're afraid, so very, very afraid.>"Then... You're buildin' doomsday weapons in a basement… and there ain't no cider. Just… grapes. Grapes!">She grabs your shoulder hard. Harder than a hoof has any right to grab anything, ever.>"That's why I'm here. To save ya from yerself.">You let out a muffled noise. Is it one of resistance? One of defeat? You don't know. You can't think straight anymore.
>>42720215>"Don't worry. I know a bad apple when I see one, and this just means we got some fixin' up to do! It won't take long. We'll have you back on the straight and narrow in no time, just you wait and see!">The gag is lifted from your mouth, and the sweet taste of freedom fills your lungs. You inhale deep.>"What—">But it's only so she can move the rag from your mouth to your eyes."W-What are you doing now?">"Blindfoldin' ya, sugarcube. Gonna do a little taste test on ya, nice an' slow. See what ya think of a couple real apple products, re-educate yer tongue a bit.">Oh, Celestia...>"Real easy-like. Slow and sweet. Now, open up fer me, Anon. Apple pie, comin' up!">Something brushes up against your lips, and you part them without a second thought. Something sweet and tangy touches your tongue.>It's good. Better than you'd thought. Why did you ever hate apples? That was crazy. Your tongue has never been happier, and you hadn't even taken a bite yet. Juice already fills your mouth, running down your throat, dribbling onto your neck, staining your shirt and pooling under your legs as—>Wait a minute..."This isn't apple product! That's horse pu—"https://ponepaste.org/10353
>>42720215Can’t enjoy a good picnic without some pony bothering Anon. Hope strawberry mare saves the day.
>>42720222Anon was never seen again. Until Applebloom found him and kidnapped him to her tree fort.
>>42720181
>Page 6NOT AGAIN!!>>42720222SHES A TREACHEROUS WITCH!
>>42720222Hawt
>>42720999>t.
>>42720181I mean, they missed up skipping past page 10. So doesn't that mean that they failed to rape us?
>>42721282Fool, FOOL! The abyss of the archive is where untold horrors and machinations of horny mares are made manifest! "Failed" to rape us? PREPOSTEROUS! There must ALWAYS be a thread!
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>>42720222Great stuff I hope you stick around
>>42721297Oh please, what could be worse then that>>42721298in the archive?
>>42720222>doesn't like a fruit>gets rapedSuch is life in Equestria
>>42721399The archive is where she gets you for real
>>42721602She bloviates like she gets her way at >page# anytime she remembers to show up. Past page 10 I don't have any memories of anything bad happening.
Just in time!
>>42721602>>42721611The archives are where the truly deranged schizophrenic mares lurk
>Rump
>>42720209>>"Where's the dang cider, Anon?">>Bad move.>>Terrible, actually.>>You can feel her eyebrows rising into the stratosphere even as you say it.>>Applejack leans in, dangerously close, her hat bumping against your forehead.>>"Is that so?"I think you accidentally a line in here, from context it seems like anon said "I already ate [something with apples] and now it's all gone, I swear"
>>42721619Indeed
>>42721071>she sucks your dick once a week to be sure you’re eating enough apples
>>42722339Fuck, you're right. Sorry about that.>>42720209>"Where's the dang cider, Anon?" >You panic. Think fast!"I-I uh… I already ate the apple?" >Bad move.>Terrible, actually.
>TFW pg 1
>"About time you come outside, Anon!">"Do you have any idea how long I've been out here doing my spring mating dance?">"Its like, the most awesome mating dance ever- hey! Where are you going?""The store.">"But we gotta mate! I did my dance!""No."
>>42723644"It's fall idiot."
>>42723793>"Like it matters!">"I'M AWESOME!">"Now get over here and rut me!!"
>>42723840<--- is already full of Anon's cum
You guys think If I furiously fuck Twilight every single day and night, that the other mares in Equestria might start thinking I actually like mares?
>>42723939Purple unicorn magic typed this post
>>42723964this.>>42723939just write the fic already twiggly piggly.
>>42723964>>42723981No, I really do have lots of sex with Twilight. Shes super soft, and warm, and her voice is so sexy when she moans. Also her horse pussy is WAYYYY more suited for the human penis then any human female. We ponie--ponies are superior to women in all ways!
>>42724054Twigga please
>>42724054Just make a magic duplicate and fuck yourself.
Pony ryona
>The General goose-steps to the front of the audience, his hands clasped behind his back.>The hall is packed to heaving with men, most of them sweating from the heat, the rest from social proximity. The smell of sweat and fear is thick enough to taste. With every seat taken, those left unseated line the walls at the back or recline in the gangways between seating blocks, refusing to budge unless shoved aside.>The General stands to attention, clipping his heels with a snap so loud it wakes a few of the more slothful attendees with a start, but not all.>With a slow pan he takes in the room, glaring at each and every man in it.>"Alright, you vile, subhuman pieces of shit, wake up. Wake -up-, Simpkins!">Simpkins, who you think is from /g/, snorts awake.>He blinks at the man in whose shadow he's slumped, the general now before him and leaning down, his moustache almost touching Simpkin's face.>"Huwha?" the sleepy man slurs, and the room chuckles for a second or two before an acidic look from the General shuts everyone up.>He swats Simpkins over the head with his crop and marches back to his stage.>"Halloween is over, gentlemen," he says gruffly, "which means only one thing.">"It's only 3 months 'til Crimmus," says the guy in front of you to another ripple of nervous laughter.>"No, you stupid bastard," spits the General, "that means it's November!">On cue, a shaky slideshow whirs to life from an old, battered projector at the back.>A greyscale slide showing a man with no face proudly wearing a chastity belt flickers into view.>"As we're all aware, No Nut November is time-honoured tradition--">"Actually," a guy you know for certain is from /his/ lazily raises a hand, "it's only been a thing since about 2010. Hardly long enough to be considered a tradition--">His head rocks back from an orange hurled with bullseye precision from the General.>"The next smartass gets range-banned from life," he barks. "It's an ancient tradition by internet standards, and seeing as that's where we're all from I'd say it's one close to our fucking hearts. Of course, as nice as it would be to practice our culture in peace, the world beyond has other plans."
>"Alright, ponies, settle down, please! Thank you.">Princess Cadance smiles warmly at the assembled crowd.>A few ponies whisper, but quickly stop. Carts giving out tea and biscuits roll quietly up and down the neat aisles, the kindly mares pushing them beaming at all comers.>"Now, I'll try not to ramble, though many of you know how much I love a good speech!" the room laughs with the grinning Princess.>With a flick of her horn, a near-lifelike hologram blossoms to life in a glow of magic. It depicts a faceless man, his arms folded, glaring down at a weeping mare.>"The No Nut November period has now started, and the Anons of Humania will be doing their best to practice abstinence.">Whispers pass through the crowd like a breeze through a wheat field, and the Princess allows a moment of disquiet before motioning with her hoof.>"Of course, this is unfortunate news for the mares of Equestria, who have become used to the freely available services of men to scratch those itches our beloved stallions can't quite reach.">Nods in the crowd. Worried glances exchanged. Cadance's brow furrows.>"What's worse, this year, the November abstinence coincides with one of our bi-annual heat seasons, meaning we're looking at a whole month without being able to access our regular doses of manhood.">The crowd breaks out into frenzied shouts of horror.>By which I mean a few mares gasp and quickly apologise for making too much noise, but each and every pony in the room is thoroughly unsettled.>"Remain calm, ladies," Cadance says sternly. "I am your Princess of Love, and I've not been idle. In order to ensure the mares of Equestria don't lose their minds this month, I declare--"
>"The horses are galloping for your cummies, gentlemen, and they won't be merciful," the General grunts.>An Anon in the front row raises his hand.>"What," the General seems impatient.>"Yeah, hi, I'm from /an/. Why exactly is this a bad thing? Half the faggots in this room spend all year trying to get laid.">The General turns his head and hocks a wad of phlegm at the floor in disgust.>"I've never heard such bullshit. No man in this room has ever had sex with anything other than his hand, as well he should if he has any god damn self respect.">In a flurry, the General lunges at the Anon and holds a gleaming bowie knife to his throat.>"Or are you some kind of animal-fucker? You a furry, son? You like yiffing cubs, you walking abortion?>"Wh-what? Me? Of course not, sir--" the Anon is visibly sweating.>"Oh yeah? Who's your waifu?">"I-It's Rei, I swear!">"Rei?! You son of a bitch, I ought to kill you right now!">He doesn't, much to the audible disappointment of all present, and the General returns to his slideshow.>"Let's be blunt. We're expecting a full-frontal pony offensive. Humania is a small island in vast ocean of pastel-coloured shit, and that shit's about to come crashing down on us from all sides. This information comes from our most valuable source. We need to be ready to protect our homeland and our homeboys from the coming storm.">"What if we all locked our doors?" says a voice from behind you.>The General nods.
>"Whilst they've been effective in the past, the ponies have somehow discovered ways to bypass doors. Reports have come in from Anons working in nearby pony towns that sometimes mares will let themselves in using duplicated keys. Sometimes they pose as delivery drivers and trick Anons into opening their doors before jumping in. There've even been reports of ponies forcing their way into the houses beyond the town wall.">A rumble of discontent passes through the room.>"The fuck? Forcing themselves in? Can they do that?">"It's true. A guy from /k/ had to go innawoods to escape.">"/k/fags -live- innawoods, that's nothing new.">"I heard a pony once came down the chimney.">"I heard one lived under the floorboards for a month like a Vietcong.">"Or a Jew.">"Shut up, /pol/.">"I keep saying it, man, they're in the fucking walls, they're watching our every move!">"Take your meds, /x/, Jesus Christ.">"All right, all right! Shut up!" The General bellows. "We've all heard that house-entries are becoming more common. Fact is, we've been lazy. We've relied on front doors as the ultimate form of defence for so long the enemy has figured out ways to bypass them. We can't count on the ponies' innate politeness as a means of dismissing them anymore. With each passing day they're getting bolder, and they've gotten to the point now where many of them feel entitled to our superior monkey dicks. Worst of all, our best intelligence suggests this year's No Nut November will clash with the pony mating season. They're going to get worse, and we can't allow this to continue.">The General draws himself up to his full height.>"Gentlemen. I fear it's time we became violent."
>"Your average human male is between five to six feet tall. There's a lot of weight and muscle there, so if we're going to bring down a man safely, we'll need to attack in groups of three.">Cadance is gesturing at an anatomical hologram of a man using a levitating telescopic pointer.>"Many are ticklish here, here, and here, so we can use that to help incapacitate them and bring them down. Yes, Miss Heartstrings?">"Can we use magic?">"That was going to be my next point. We're prepared to allow magic users of sufficient skill and strength to operate in teams of two. I know many of you will be eager to prove yourselves in the coming weeks, but it's too dangerous to attempt to bring a man down on your own. Your fellow mares are there to support you, so please stick to the buddy system in all circumstances. If any of you are overwhelmed, your buddy will need to escort you back to safety where we can recuperate you.">A few ponies raise their hooves.>"Recuperation will involve soft drinks and doughnuts and ten minutes in a wet sauna - free of charge, before any of you ask.">The ponies lower their hooves, except for Rarity.>"Yes?" Cadance smiles at the seamstress.>"When can we expect to begin the operation, Princess? I must apologise for my hastiness, but I've been so busy lately I haven't had time to visit Humania to, ah, request the services of a man. As such, it's been several weeks and I fear I may start unravelling!">Her immediate neighbours lay hooves on her in reassurance, muttering encouragement.>"I appreciate how difficult your situation must be, Rarity. I'm pleased to announce that we've been preparing this operation for some time, and we'll be ready to go tomorrow. You'll all have a program under your seats. Please report to the local expedition chapter listed there for your uniforms, group numbers, and supplies. Now, before we close, I'll go over the anatomy again since I know many of you are keen..."
>"Sir, has it ever been done before?">It's someone from /b/, clearly a tourist. You roll your eyes.>This entire meeting has been a waste of time in your opinion. You've spent it with your arms folded, only half-listening to the discussion.>There's a bed at home calling your name and several gigabytes of gooning material you're intending to get back to.>Your door's been reinforced with locks and offensive signage that no pony would ever dream of crossing. You've got nothing to worry about.>The General tilts his head at the person speaking.>"In the past there've been several recorded instances of a man assaulting a pony, yes. Usually we'd frown on such behaviour, but we're about to enter times of extreme duress. In the interests of national and spiritual security, citizens of Humania are being given full permission to defend themselves with every available means.">"I'm not convinced," says a deep voice.>At the back, a robed figure with a huge beard stands and adopts a power stance. His thumbs are tucked in the waistband of his bathrobe, like he's in the CIA.>"This guy glows," mutters the Anon next to you.>"I'm from /r9k/. I'm thirty-two years old.">"Fuck, he's senile, too," the Anon mutters further.>"I've spent my life cultivating my wizard powers, and now we're facing our greatest ever threat. If I'm raped by a -- and I apologise for using this word -- 'Female'," he shudders, "I'll lose everything. A lifetime of careful study wasted in an instant. What assurances do I and my fellow wizards have that some pony won't take everything from us?">Other robed and bearded Anons in the audience nod in agreement. A couple of them are giving the speaker dirty looks for saying the F-word.>"We're all aware of the threat to our chastity, wizardfag," the General says, "but I'm confident we can get through this. I myself hailed from /v/ before I was /k/. I was there during the Shazbowl and Gamergate. I know a thing to two about ad-hoc strategy and making shit up as I go along.">"So then what's the plan, retard?" shouts a voice.>The room descends into shit-flinging and the most dire racial epithets you've heard in a while.>One of the wizards throws a fireball at a guy.>You didn't even know they actually did magic, you thought they were LARPing.>Order is re-established after a time, and the General slaps his smouldering hat to get rid of the fire on it.>He jams it back on his head and smacks the projector display with his riding crop.>The slide turns over.>"This is our plan, newfags. Read it and weep.">The room leans forward and reads it in silence.>Many weep.
>A day later, teams of mares from several towns meet up in the Galloping Glade, a small town on the border of Humania.>All told, there are about two-hundred of them, dressed in clean pink uniforms bedecked in hearts that show they mean business.>Cadance looks out over the crowd and nods.>There will be similar bands gathering at other towns around the border, ready to charge in at once.>A register is conducted, and with all in attendance Cadance takes flight to hover above the assembled.>"Alright, ponies," she calls out over their heads. "In five minutes we'll begin. The other teams will converge on the humans' town around the same time, and with our numbers we'll overwhelm them. It's a simple pony-wave strategy used in many previous wars that's never failed us before. Remember what we discussed about not engaging without your buddies, and you will be satisfied by the end of the day. We're all going to make it, ladies!">The crowd cheers and begins excitedly talking amongst itself.>Cadance watches her gold-chain timepiece with mounting nervousness.>A lot hinges on the humans not knowing what's coming, but she's certain they'll have been thrown off by the false information she instructed be planted.>She's told Ponyville put their best pony on the job -- a mare named Ditzy Doo -- and that there's no way anything could have gone wrong.>The second hand creeps towards the twelve on the clockface. Cadance's nerves mount as it does until with a thrill in her heart, her watch pings.>"Now, ponies!" Cadance shouts with the royal Canterlot voice. "With me! Follow me to glory!">She flies ahead, crossing the border with two-hundred mares at her back.>The fields roll by. It's only a short distance to their destination, about fifteen minutes at a dead run. Rather than take the winding road through the plains, it was determined to be faster to gallop over them in a straight line.>Ponies, being natural plains-dwellers, excel at closing distances on such terrain.>The group crests a hill. In the vale below, nestled against the crook of a river, sits the only settlement in Humania: Cloverleaf. It's a circular town divided into four segments with four main gates serving as its only entrances.>Ringed by a respectably high wood and stone wall, every roof within the town is festooned with what the locals call 'solar panels', the mysterious shining blue plates apparently used to power their curious technology.>Curiouser still is the method by which the population retains its exclusively male demographic and even replenishes it, a method that remains unknown to Equestria.>Her mind wanders once more to the strange appearance of the humans overnight, many years ago, as well as their bizarre, quasi-religious caste system, but she doesn't dwell on it.
>At almost the same time, distant crowds appear all around the vale, great dark pink masses converging on the isolated town.>The last count had roughly a thousand humans living there.>By Cadance's measure, she's brought six-thousand ponies.>Seeing the equine mass thundering across the plains, she worries now that there won't be enough men to go around, but that's a problem for later.>As the walls come closer, Cadance narrows her eyes.>She flies higher, seeing over the barricade to behold the streets. Empty streets.>Something doesn't sit well with her, it all appears too peaceful, but she has six-thousand desperate mares in motion, and reining them in at this point would be near impossible. Inertia is a stubborn force, especially when fuelled by estrus.>She looks down at her own pony platoon.>They've hit a level of arousal that's caused hearts to manifest in their eyes, a phenomenon specific only to ponies.>What's been started cannot be stopped, but Cadance can at least guide her ponies to victory.>She flies low, staying near to the ground, still slightly above and ahead of her vanguard.>But as she comes under the shadow of the wall, it all happens at once.
>"Dicks out for Harambe, boys!" the General roars in your earpiece. "CHARGE!">From the concealed positions in your Vietcong-inspired dugouts, you and your fellow men burst like water from a dam.>The incoming horde of mares reels at your clearly unexpected appearance, those at the front coming to a scrambling halt, their peers at the back forcing them on heedless.>And as one, the men of Humania leap into the fray, meeting their eternal adversaries with secret weapons.>You swing your weapon at the head of the first mare you encounter, a minty-looking unicorn, and a look of stunned bewilderment crosses her features as the XXL dragon dildo knocks her tooth out.>For every man in the army now bears a super-sized dragon dildo, courtesy of overnight shipping via portal.>The ponies struggle to process the sudden aggression, many dropping to the ground in sheer fright, many more struggling to coordinate and fight back. Against the onslaught of frustrated single men channelling their social anxiety into misogynistic battle fervour, the ponies buckle.>Princess Cadance is above it all, yelling orders and using her magic to restrain many of your comrades, but there aren't enough free magic users and pegasi to take advantage of it.>You watch a man get tackled by an earth pony. He staggers back, but the pony is alone, so he's able to rip her off himself and use his bright-purple ribbed penis to bludgeon her.>Two ponies run at you, openly yelling their plan to each other, but a friend has your back and you quickly overpower them.>A few men are carried aloft by winged ponies, but they don't get far as many other men leap to grab onto the ascendant Anon's legs to drag him back down to earth.>You beat some terrified yellow and pink feathery mess into submission and stand straight, looking out across the battle.>It's a rout. Ponies are fleeing in every direction and dust hangs in the air as thick as the sounds of chaos. The few isolated men that are set upon by mares are in turn swarmed by Anons.>And at the crux of it all, Cadance flies too low.>A man grabs her, then another. She screams, shouts "No!", blasts three men clean off their feet with magic, and is wrestled to the grass.>A dozen men descend on her and batter her senseless with floppy weighted silicone replicas of dragon dicks.>The bodies of unconscious mares litter the battlefield, and around the wall of the town you're able to see, a great mass of ponies is rushing too and fro, unsure of itself as the humans stride amongst them sweeping at everything that moves with their dildos.>You nod.>The General wasn't full of shit after all.
>"I'm damned proud of you all, gentlemen. Damned proud.">You're all gathered in the centre of town, celebrating.>The General stands atop a wooden stage, pacing this way and that, energetically waving his hands, making fists and pointing at the sky like the spirit of the Fuhrer lives on in him.>You think he looks a bit gay doing so, but concede he's allowed a bit of LARPing for his victory.>"Yet this was only the first day. We've got a whole month of this to endure still, but endure we will. Plus, we've already bagged one of their leaders!">The crowd yells and jeers at the pink pony chained to the stage.>Upon her horn is skewered a tennis ball -- a long-established method of dulling magic -- and the Princess of Love doesn't react to the wall of noise directed at her.>She seems broken, defeated. Good.>"She will remain our prisoner until this nightmare is over. On weekends we'll wheel her out so you can throw eggs at her, but not too many, we need those to eat. Even so..." he becomes morose, "this victory wasn't without its costs. On the south side of Cloverleaf, Delta Force suffered more than our other three units. We expected as much; there weren't as many of them over there, and there were more ponies gathered around that side than our intelligence suggested. They were outnumbered. Cut off. Yet they fought on like cornered lions until they were relieved by Charlie Force. We honour their sacrifices now.">He stands back, his cap taken off and held over his heart.>A /mu/ Anon comes forward on the stage and raises a bugle to his lips. There he plays the mournful reprise, Taps. You all hang your heads in silence as the thin tune echoes around the square.>Off to the side, away from the gathered crowd, a field hospital has been erected. Within, dozens of men lie shell-shocked, their dignities and chastity cruelly taken from them in the heat of battle.>Among their number is the bearded wizard from /r9k/, caught unawares by, some witnesses say, eight mares at once. His powers have abandoned him. They will never return.>"Such is life in this cruel world," the General says heavily. "A man must be aware of the dangers that face him every day in this Equestrian hell. Yet, we press forward because we must. We must hold to our traditions and culture, for they are what define us. We are humanity's bulwark in this land, and we must not give ground against the alien hordes.">Princess Cadance has raised her head and, despite her bruises and swollen lip, is giving him a look as if to say "Are you kidding me?">"Good luck out there, gentlemen. No Nut November is a trial, but a necessary one. If you lean on your brothers, draw strength from their strength, you can make it through. God be with you."
>>42725149Their strength and resolve is admirable but, futile. Its only a matter of time before they're numbers are brought down enough to be overwhelmed altogether.
>>42725149That’s a lotta green, can’t wait to get to it
>>42725149I am so happy they beat Princess Candy-Ass.
>>42725564Not mine but I saved it when I saw it on Ponepaste because that's one of my favorites. I did one where Anon and Fluttershy had a Wild West duel but it doesn't look like anybody saved that one. I might try to rewrite it later.
>>42725693I hope you do that sounds entertaining
>>42725693It seemed familiar but I wasn’t sure if it was a repost or a follow up to the original at first
>>42720152Pic ruined by pig snout. Did you not know you can't put a :3 on a pony? They have snouts not muzzles. When you put it on a snout it turns into a pig snout. Check it out on the internet. Hope i opened your eyes
>>42725693I don't remember a wild west duel so I'm looking forward to that.
>>42725224They won the battle at least.
>"..."
>>42727530It's amazing how your entire family are all extremes of some kind of mental disorder.
>>42727684Yeah really crazy
>>42727684They're the four humours
>>42727979They ain't shit. I can take all four in a fight and win. I'll never be raped.
>>42728367You wouldn’t even make it by Marble
>>42728600NUH-UH!!
>>42728703ᵐᵐᵐ-ʰᵐᵐ
>>42728716Hah. You are nothing.
>>42728716She lose from the idea of physical confrontation.
>>42728835Not with you
i am up to sunday shenans, don't die
>>42729053She already did.
>>42728367As long you don't bring any rock related weaponry, they are all easily beaten.
>>42729514Bring a water gun or learn martial arts. Rock is weak to water and fighting.
>>42728835She's been practicing.
>>42729601Surprised the doll isn’t carved from stone.
late night boop
This is Flutterrape.But that doesn’t just mean you must be wary of Fluttershy.Everything in this thread can and will rape you.
>>42730963Factually incorrectAll I have to do is consent and now its not rape anymore
>>42731100That's cheating in this threadWasted dubs
>>42731100Get farted on.
>>42731100You’re cruising for a bruising
>Hi there!>So...>THIS is what (You) do for fun.>On Page 7.
>>42732001What the fuck is that?
>>42732026>It's me, honeybuns!>You know I can change my form just as easily as you can change your pants, right?
>>42732035That’s dangerous
