Fluttershy is Love, Fluttershy is Life
Fluttershy is Love, Fluttershy is Life
I was only 13 years old.
I loved Fluttershy so much, I had all the merchandise and toys.
I pray to Fluttershy every night before bed, thanking her for the life I've been given.
"Fluttershy is love," I say, "Fluttershy is life."
My dad hears me and calls me a faggot.
I know he was just jealous of my devotion for Fluttershy.
I called him a cunt.
He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep.
I'm crying now, and my face hurts.
I lay in bed and it's really cold.
Suddenly, a warmth is moving towards me.
It's Fluttershy.
I am so happy.
She whispers into my ear "You're going to love me."
She cuddles me with her soft pony hooves and made me lay on my back.
I'm ready.
I spread my arms for Fluttershy.
She lays on top of me.
My heart beats so much but I do it for Fluttershy.
I can feel my heart beat faster as I'm filled with euphoria.
I caress her gently.
I want to please Fluttershy.
She lets out a cute squee as she fills my heart with her love.
My dad walks in.
Fluttershy looks him straight in the eyes and says "Oh, my."
Fluttershy leaves through my window.
Fluttershy is love. Fluttershy is life.
