Flutterbanana: No Vaseline Required
One particularly bright morning, you are just relaxing in your southern New Jersey suburban home, sitting on your living room recliner chair, can of Coca-Cola in one hand and a half-empty bag of Nacho Cheese Doritos in the other as you waste the beautifully sunny day (noticeable from your front window) watching My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. Your living room seems as if it hadn’t been properly cleaned in weeks. There are crumbs of various foods and stains from various harmful beverages embedded into your carpet. Your chair is wrought in stains from the residue of foods you were too lazy to get up and wipe on one of the sweaty socks or wife-beater tank tops strewn about your living room.
“Ah, man, what a shit day,” you say as if you’d had anything better to kill your time doing. “At least you know how to brighten me up, ponies.” The episode playing on your television screen shows a scene of Fluttershy feebly learning how to cheer for her friend, Rainbow Dash. Fluttershy is your favorite pony, by far. You love her cute, quiet and reclusive demeanor, her slender butter-yellow body, and her long, silky pink mane that so perfectly drapes over one of her beautiful turquoise eyes. Your feelings towards this particular pony are much more… intimate than your feelings towards the others.
“Oh man, what I wouldn’t give to fuck that pretty little Pegasus... The things I’d do to her…” You chuckle to yourself as you imagine what disgusting, uncouth deeds you’d perform on a harmless, innocent pony because your extensive collection of hardcore tentacle porn and pony-related Rule 34 art on your computer wasn’t depraved enough. Suddenly, there’s a knock at your door. You know exactly who it is, and you instantly become more agitated than you already are. Irritably, you pry yourself off of your filthy chair and walk over to the door and open it.
“What up, dude?” your asshole neighbor brightly says. You are tempted to slam the door in his face like you do every time he comes over. However, you notice that he seems much more excited than normal.
“Okay, I’ll bite; what the hell do you want, Tom?” you ask, not even being considerate enough to hide your obvious irritation from being interrupted from your daily dose of ponies.
“Dude, you will not BELIEVE what just happened to me!” He is still in his pajama pants and a white t-shirt. He is also barefoot.
“What, did somebody finally hit you upside the head with a bat?” you rudely quip. “Because I’m sure that was coming to you.” Tom somehow finds it in himself to laugh at your cruel joke.
“What? No! Dude, you’d have to see it to believe it, c’mon!” He grabs your Dorito-covered hand in an attempt to drag you over to his house next door. However, Tom is extremely thin and frail. So frail, in fact, that slapping him on the wrist with a toothpick would probably break his arm. Try as he might, he is completely unable to pull you even an inch.
“You know, I get such an urge to just punch you in the face, then laugh at you before going back inside and slamming my door shut… but you’re acting weirder than usual today, and I, against my better judgment, would like to see why.” With that, Tom lets go of your hand and wipes the sweat and Dorito cheese on his flannel pajama pants. After a short walk from your house, which looks like a magnificent abode on the outside, to your “friend’s” run-down home that looks like it wouldn’t be fit to disgrace a trailer park, you are at his house. Its living room is almost identical to yours, except that it’s actually clean and there’s a kitchen immediately visible on the other side.
“Wait right here,” Tom instructs as he walks ahead and disappears into a hallway after taking a left. You hear incoherent whispers coming from the hallway. You hear Tom’s voice, but you also hear a strangely familiar soft, quiet voice. You shake your head in skepticism at the thought that the voice belonged to who you thought it belonged to. After a minute, Tom walks out with an even goofier smile on his face than when he came to your doorstep. He then extends his arms towards the hallway. “I present to you… Fluttershy!” surely enough, that adorable little yellow Pegasus sheepishly trots her way into view.
“HOLY…! But how…??” You are dumbstruck as you are completely unable to process how the Pegasus mare found her way out of her world and into yours.
“Your guess is as good as mine!” exclaimed Tom. “I woke up this morning and found her sleeping on my floor! Isn’t that crazy??”
“Yeah, sure…” you nonchalantly answer, not paying your neighbor a hint of attention as you are still gawking at Fluttershy. “Hey there, little mare,” you say in a much more tender voice than anyone would have even imagined hearing from you. If anything, it sounded like you were a pedophile.
“Um… hi… I’m Flu’rsh…” she introduces herself in her typically shy tone as she hides her face behind her mane in fear of you.
“Aww, you’re so much cuter in person! Say, what are you doing here?” you ask. She stays silent for a second. Just as you are about to lay your filthy hand on her mane, she gains the courage to look up at you and speaks up. Her eyes are even more radiant than you thought possible. You already have butterflies fluttering around in your stomach and you couldn’t wait to hear what she had to say to you.
“T-tonight… you…” she timidly answers. This strikes you as odd, because you had no idea what she meant.
“What? What do you mean, ‘Tonight, me’?”
“E-exactly what I said… sir. Tonight… you.” Although the Pegasus has her characteristically scaredy-cat nature, what she says to you bewilders you.
“Hey, Tom. You hearing this?” you ask as you look up, but Tom is nowhere in sight. You call for the scrawny man, but there is no response. In the house are just you and the yellow Pegasus pony sitting in front of you. You thought for a literal second where Tom could have gone, but seeing that Fluttershy— THE Fluttershy, was here with you, you completely disregarded your neighbor and the fact that you were in his house.
“Um… if you don’t mind, sir… would you please follow me?” Fluttershy humbly requests. You don’t even say a word, instead nodding your head as you are overcome with excitement about being able to physically and verbally interact with an actual pony— Fluttershy, no less. You follow her down the hallway and into the very last door on the right. In the room is nothing but a king-size bed. It became suddenly dark as you enter the room with Fluttershy. You glance at the window and notice that it is suddenly night time, the moon shining through the window as your only source of sufficient light other than the lit candle mounted on the wall. You are confused beyond belief, but the fact still remains that Fluttershy was there.
“So… you didn’t answer my question earlier,” you begin. “What are you doing here?”
“I already told you… tonight… you,” she simply responds. You are able to figure it out quickly what she means, given the suddenly romantic-looking environment, coupled with the fact that you are a complete pervert.
“Ohhohoho, I get it now… you want some hot lovin’, huh? My God, I expected you to want to be treated to a nice dinner first, but I ain’t complaining! Yeh-heheah!” you say.
“Please, mister… just stop talking and get on the bed… if you don’t mind…” You comply without a word as you sit down on the bed and begin to slide your sweatpants below your waist. Fluttershy stops you in the act. “Please… allow me,” she offers. Again you comply without question. She takes the waistband into her teeth and, with an uncharacteristically strong twist of her head, she rips your pants and underwear clean off, exposing your hardening, pulsing member. You could already tell that this was going to be a night to remember. “Oh my… you really like me, don’t you?” she asks with a blush at the sight of your throbbing penis.
“As you can tell,” you answer as you move a hand to grab your dick and stroke it to its fully erect form. “So… how’re we gonna do this?” You ask.
“I’d um… actually like to try something…” she shyly begins. Her cute, quiet initiative is turning you on like never before. You have a fetish for submissiveness in bed. Seeing who your partner would be for the night, you were already so hard it almost hurt. “Please, get on all fours,” she politely suggests.
“Kind of an odd request, but I’d do anything for you, you sexy little temptress, you…” you say with a wink as you fulfill the Pegasus’s wish by turning around and presenting your bare ass to her.
“That’s good to hear,” Fluttershy says with a significantly more confident tone in her voice. That strikes a bit of fear in you, but it is instantly washed away when she climbs onto the bed and forcefully grabs your face and shoves it into hers. She invades your mouth with such passion as she practically jams her tongue into your mouth. You allow her full control as she kisses you deeply and allows her tongue to dance all over the inside of your mouth. After a few seconds, she finally pulls away with a *pop* and wipes some excess drool from her mouth. Her wings are flared in excitement.
“Wow, you are an amazing kisser,” you compliment, dazed out of your mind as to what just transpired.
“Thank you. I can tell you’re going to be a good one…” she mischievously responds. That rung a bell in your head as you process her words in your mind.
“Wait, what do you mea-aaaaaaaaaaahh…” You trail off as she moves behind you and strokes the underside of your cock and testicles with a hoof. Her hoof feels so soft and furry. So soft and furry that the only reasonable comparison you could imagine is one where you are sticking your cock into a rolled up piece of carpet. Suddenly, another hoof moves to tease your asshole. She pokes and prods it while the other hoof is working on your genitals. “Hey, I see you’re into that freaky stuff,” you quip. “I’m not usually one to try something like this, but you seem to know what you—!”
“Quiet!” Fluttershy shouts, seemingly annoyed by your rambling. Shocked, you almost turn and look at her. However, she hasn’t stopped massaging your tender areas, so you figure she knows what she’s doing and allow her to continue as you close your eyes and fall into a state of euphoria. Your favorite pony is with you, and she’s pleasuring you with her hooves. Sure you’re on all fours as she does it, but that does nothing to detract from the down-south massage you’re receiving. Suddenly, she stops.
“Ready to move onto the good part?” you ask.
“Oh, yes…” she responds. As you begin to shift from your current position, you hear a loud slap and feel a sudden stinging sensation on your right ass cheek. “I don’t remember telling you that you could move, pig,” Fluttershy says, her normally timid demeanor gone and replaced by a demanding one.
“Oh, so little ol’ Fluttershy wants to take control? Sure why—?”
“Silence. We’re done talking…” she menacingly tells you. You are at first, apprehensive about this new, suddenly controlling behavior of hers, but you actually find it cute coming from her. Soon after, she stands on her hind legs, using your ass for leverage as she places a hoof on your right ass cheek. Afterwards, you feel something poking at your butthole. It’s warm and fleshy, but it doesn’t feel at all like her hoof. There is no fur on the foreign object looking for an entrance, as far as you could tell. Before you have time to react, however, you feel the object thrust itself inside of you with much force. It pushes itself in deep until you can feel the Pegasus’s stomach pressing against your ass. Fluttershy places her other hoof on your left ass cheek and holds herself there.
“AAAAH! Hey, what? How do you have a—?” You are cut off yet again as the dominant Pegasus pulls her own hardened member almost all the way out and thrusts it back in with more force than the first time. You shriek in pain as she forces herself into you with no lubrication.
“Mmm, yes…” she moans in ecstasy. “Squeal for me, little piggy,” she says as she steadily begins to pump into you. It hurts for a bit, and you swear you can feel something dripping from your now-torn open sphincter, but the pain dulls as the endorphins kick in and nullify the sharp, stabbing pain. Sadly for you, those endorphins weren’t enough to ease your agony as Fluttershy begins to get rough, forcing herself in and out of you more rapidly and with less regard towards your discomfort.
“Hey— ahh! Listen! This isn’t what AAAH-EE was expecting!” You try to reason. “I was h—OHH—ping for some-THING a little less— OW! P-painful…”
“Oh, boo-hoo-hoo!” she mocks, now fucking your ass even harder than before. “I know you wanted this. I’ve seen all the dirty pictures you look at of me,” she informs to your horrified surprise. “It’s very flattering that you humans think of me that way… and it really gets me bucking hot…” Fluttershy begins fucking you even harder, now fueled by her own sick, depraved thoughts. You even feel a strand of her drool landing on your back. “It makes me want to ram my foot-long creamsicle into a nice, plump, juicy, naughty little bunny-hole like yours… This is a dream come true for me, my little piggy…” Her thrusts are more than you can bear, causing you increasing amounts of excruciating pain as she mercilessly abuses you like a blow-up doll. She doesn’t seem anything like the pony you were so interested in anymore. She’s even growling like a feral beast with every other time she shoves her Fluttercock into your ass. You feel as if she’s going to rip you in half. Eventually, you black out from the agony before she finishes. That, unfortunately, doesn’t stop her from having her way with you for the rest of the night…
“Ugh… what happened…?” you ask as you come to the next morning and realize you are not in your own bed. There is an extremely sweet, yet slightly salty taste in your mouth, like you’d just eaten a banana. You smack your lips, which prompts you to look down and see a huge mess of a strange white liquid trailing from your chin down to your dirty t-shirt. You look down even further to see you are pants-less and that there is a giant puddle of a mixture of sweat and two other liquids soaking the bed. You move to get up, only to feel a sudden, sharp pain in your ass. You are slightly confused at why your ass hurts so much, seeming to forget what happened… that is, until you look to your left and notice Fluttershy, sleeping soundly next to you with an adorable little smile on her face. You almost smile until you see what she has between her hind legs; the very thing she used to viciously sodomize you, none other than her own dick, still erect and pulsing as the Pegasus slept.
It all came flooding back to you now… your shithead neighbor, Tom, invited you over to see the little Pegasus, then one thing led to another, and BOOM! Next thing you know, you’re barely awake the next day in his bed, your ass in unbelievable pain, with a Pegasus you thought was female sleeping peacefully next to you. It didn’t help in the least that you were able to put two and two together on where those other two liquids came from. You try to ease your way up, fighting through tsunamis of anal despair as you begin to creep out of the bed so as not to disturb your rapist.
“You were amazing last night…” Fluttershy says, now awake and stirring from the bed. Her mane is frazzled, but she still looks wonderful. “I can’t wait to do it again… In fact, why don’t we do it again right now…?” she suggests with a sinister smile creeping across her face as she begins taking flight and moves towards you. In a panic, you painstakingly scramble for the door, only to realize it’s been barricaded on the other side.
“SOMEBODY LET ME THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!!” You shout in terror.
“I am sorry, but I cannot allow you to escape,” says a familiarly annoying voice. It’s Tom.
“Tom, please! Fluttershy… she’s not the pony I expe—MMRPH!” you are cut off by a banana-shaped object finding its way into your mouth as you are taken by surprise and forced to the ground.
“Thanks for this favor, Fluttershy,” Tom says from the other side of the door. “This guy’s a real jackass. Do with him, whatever you’d like. He’ll be here a while…” you hear a maniacal laugh and footsteps becoming fainter and fainter until you don’t hear them at all.
“Oh, you bet I will…” Fluttershy menacingly says, her cock still firmly lodged in your mouth. At the very least, it tastes like bananas. You are frozen in fear as you look up to see a crazed, toothy smile on her face. “You’re going to love me…”
And then you got raped by Fluttershy one more time.
The End
Read the Fucking Chapter Title!
By (not-so) popular demand, I've decided to continue this. Sue me, motherfuckers.
"What?" the sadistic mare says as she stands triumphantly over your pathetic, sniveling form. "Don't you like this? Isn't this what you wanted, my little piggy?" she shoots you one of her trademark innocent stares that always worked wonders in melting away anyone's wall of defense.
"Mmrf-Mmumm-mrr..." you incoherently mumble. Her big, fat, fucking cock is still stuck in your worthless cum-guzzling mouth while she has you propped up against a wall.
"Oh!" she realizes as she withdraws her thick, veiny meat sword from its sheath (your throat).
"Hah... hah... hah... The body is willing, but the flesh aches for satisfaction, master..." you tiredly complain. "This is the sixth time in a row you've blown your load in my throat. When do I get some satisfaction?" At this point, she'd raped you so many times that if your ass was a drum, it'd be beaten to the point where the material coating it would have an absurd amount of tears in it. In short, Fluttershy has thoroughly wrecked dat ass. It's futile to imagine what she's done to your ugly, fat, neck-bearded face... Actually, no it isn't. All the cock milk she's blasted onto it actually made you look more attractive. But not by much, seeing as you're a worthless sack of fucking dog vomit.
*SMACK* Fluttershy smacks the fuck out of you with her ding-a-ling for your disgusting insubordination. You pathetically bring one of your hands to your cheek, only to realize it smells like dicks, Cheetos, and shame.
"You'll get your turn eventually, boo-boo..." she sweetly replies, smiling as she caresses your face with her long, thick, throbbing fat Fluttercock. "...I just want to try a little something first..."
"What's that? Raping my asshole again?"
"No, no... Besides, we've done that fourteen times already... I need... something new... something fresh..."
"What might that be, Headmistress?" You ask frightfully, knowing full well her ideas never left you in a good way. Last time, she tried jamming a vibrator into your urethra with the force of a Falcon Punch while she rammed her mighty flesh ruler up your tenderized and thoroughly fucked sphincter. At the very least, she used lubricant.The room goes silent as she ponders in what sick, demented way she'll abuse the cock-slapping Christ out of you again.
"Ah! I know..." Without a moment's hesitation, she takes flight toward the nearby drawer and pulls out an object. Your mouth and eyes widen in horror at what you're looking at; a Wii remote encased in latex. "Why are you giving me that look?"
"I don't want that thing up my ass, that's why!" you shout, already knowing you're out of line.
"Speak to me like that again, and it's going to find its way up your nose, slave!" she shouts. "...if that's alright with you..." she meekly adds. "Besides, this isn't going in YOUR bunny-hole; it's going in mine..."
"Wha...?" You ask in bewilderment. "But... why can't I just--?"
"Because... believe it or not... I'm... a v... v..." she sheepishly trails off, landing on the ground, the condom-covered Nintendo device in hoof.
"You're... a..."
"...virgin," she finally builds up the bare minimum of courage to blurt out quietly.
"But... what the fuck sense does that make? You've been fucking me relentlessly since that arrogant weasel fucker Tom locked me in here..."
"Well, I haven't had anything inserted in my rectum before... and I was just wondering... what it would be like... to be humped while I'm humping somepony..." she shyly confesses, her cheeks turning pink with embarrassment.
"Well then... if that's the case, then why don't you have me stick it in your butt and give you a reach-around?"
"That's boring," she replies to your disappointment. "I need my big-fat wee-wee thingy to be inside something when I'm making love to you..."
"Oh..."
"Besides, you're much too small. It'd probably feel like you were only shoving one of your thumbs in there... and even THAT'S insulting to your thumbs..."
"WHAT??" You argue, clearly upset. "My dick is at least HALF as big as that fuckin' Wii rem--!"
"Enough! Assume the position, my little piggy. I'm hornier than Iron Will on a Friday night in a colt-cuddling bar." Wordlessly and reluctantly, you comply by submitting yourself so you don't get slapped like the bitch you are. Fluttershy moves toward you and shows mercy in the form of giving you a big, sopping wet, passionate tongue kiss that sucks all the air out of your semen-drowned lungs. "Can... can you do me a favor and clean me a little...?"
"As if I have a choice..."
"Watch your mouth, pig. Now, make like that whore Trixie and make my penis disappear..." Without another objection from your stupid mongoloid face, she presses the tip of that delicious, strangely banana-flavored dick to your lips. As if you were being given a choice, you open wide, allowing the Pegasus mare to commence face-fucking you furiously. The pain of her Peyton Man-Thing rubbing vehemently against your mouth almost causes you to pass out from lack of oxygen. Suddenly, she stops, but doesn't remove her cock from your otherwise-useless orifice.
"Mm?" You mumble.
"Ahh... Oh, Celestia, yes..." she stopped only to shove the Wii remote in a place where it belonged; up her tight, supple, firm little booty hole. Once she'd inserted the thing into her rectum, she tugged away at herself with her forehooves until you suddenly found yourself gargling her mayonnaise once again. With a wet *Pop*, FUTAshy withdrew from your mouth and quickly moved to your ass. Seeming to 'forget' to put on lube, she rammed her rod into you, which was made evident by the definitive *PLOP* of her belly and thighs against your butt cheeks.
"Owwww!" You whine like a little pansy ass World of Warcraft player.
"Please be quiet," Fluttershy admonishes. "You wouldn't want the neighbors to hear us... Would you?"
"Neighbors? That's MY house next do--!" *SLAP* "OUCH!"
"That's enough back-sass, piggy. Now... if you don't mind... could you please... back it up?"
"Back what up?"
"Dat flank." Before you're given the time to answer, she rams her Not-So-Slim Jim into your Oh-So-Eager cornhole. Not taking the time to be gentle, the newhalf mare enthusiastically thrusts with the power of a jackhammer. You can hardly take it. The way her dick just pokes at your prostate with every pump... the feel of her sleek, wet, rock-hard Pee-Pee as it grinds against your anal cavity... the strange erection you somehow manage to conjure up from the thought of a female pony with male genitalia pleasuring herself, using you as her personal sex slave... It isn't long before you begin feebly attempting to jack off. But Headmistress Fluttershy ain't havin' dat shit. She takes the piece-of-shit gaming controller (no pun intended) out of her booty hole and is quick to put it in an even BETTER place; your mouth.
"Ack!!" You almost gag at the smell of the putrid thing. It's aroma reminds you of that one time where you decided to give yourself a dutch oven after eating a VERY large Taco Bell meal. The taste, however... was actually similar to a Beef Burrito from said shitty fast-food establishment.... for a given definition of 'Food.' You now know where YOU'LL never be going again.
"Ah-ah-ahh~!" Futashy teases, much to your pitiful chagrin. "I'll get right to that.... as soon as I... I... Ooooh~!" Her Adrian Penis-son erupts all over you as she withdraws. You sit there, serving your now-only useful purpose in life as your 'girlfriend' bathes you with her mozzarella dick cheese. By the time she's done, not a single centimeter of your butt cheeks is left unsullied. A little bit of her cock shampoo even finds its way into your greasy, dandruff-ridden hair. She walks into your sight, her dick still harder than arithmetic, giving you a mercifully friendly smile. She gently removes the burrito-flavored game controller from your pie hole, allowing you to finally breathe. "Sit back," she orders.
"O-okay..." you shamefully say, your pride, dignity, and anything else that made you feel like more than a worm stripped away by Best Pony. You plop your jizz-stained ass on the filthy fucking floor, where a *plop* can be heard due to all the cock snot blanketing your booty. Your erection stands at attention at a whopping six inches (Even I'm not THAT mean, dickface). Actually surprised by your size, she gasps in delight.
"Oh... my... I-I didn't know you still... liked me... even after all the naughty things I did to you..." she stutters in awe.
"Well... I figure I'll be here forever... and you DO look pretty sexy when you're fucking me... plus, I think I'm beginning to like it..."
"Oh, I just KNEW you'd love me, my pet!" Futa-Fluttershy doesn't hesitate to jump on you, planting her lips all over your face, peppering you with cute little kisses. That doesn't last long before her lips find their way from your face to your dick.
"Gee Willikers," You moan in an Urkel-like tone as the mare of your dreams (or nightmares?) begins tonguing your lollipop like she'd just come out from behind a candy store after doing something strange for a little piece of change. However, that is as far as it goes before you (in TEN SECONDS FLAT, HURR-DURR) cum in her mouth. Somewhat disappointed, the mare pulls herself up, shooting you a stern look as her muzzle is coated in your specially-made cocoa butter, letting you know you just fucked up big time. "I-I'm sorry... I really am, I-!"
"No, it's okay. I actually expected you to climax sooner. Your stamina needs work, my little piggy. But first, your punishment..." she menacingly says as she leans in to tongue kiss you yet again (of course, with a little extra). She snowballs you. She snowballs you hard. HARD. The taste of your own cum is actually WORSE than that Wii remote. It's like digging your finger into your ear, then sticking it in your nose, THEN sticking it up your ass, then sticking it in your greasy, sweaty armpits, THEN plunging it into a mound of salt before finally sucking the digit dry... with your mouth, of course.
Nonetheless, Fluttershy is very unhappy with your shoddy performance and demands retribution. So, she pushes you onto your back and, before you can do anything about it (not like you would anyway, you smelly, dirty, sopping wet whore-mongering dick blanket), forces her Booty Warrior into its new home once again.
"We've got a LOT of domesticating to do..." she sultrily whispers into your ear. You ALREADY know what happens next. It rhymes with 'RAPE.' Oh, wait... That's what it actually is... F@660+.
The End... again >_>
