Title: [FR] Between a Rock and a Hard Place (COMPLETE) Author: Hipparion Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/K8azzM2t First Edit: Sunday 12th of June 2016 01:24:01 AM CDT Last Edit: Last edit on: Sunday 12th of June 2016 01:57:44 AM CDT >Day my foot is stuck in a chair help in Equestria. >You were just minding your business. >Committing no wrongdoings. >You had already completed your shit, shower, and shave. >All of which went swimmingly. >Now, however. >Things turned significantly worse. >You were happily eating your breakfast of galvanized nails and fruit skins >When suddenly >Your foot had become friendly with the nearby chair at your table. >Too friendly. >You foot was now lodged in between one of it's fashionable leg supports. >You had tried your damnedest to remove your foot from it's prison and carry on with your day, but it became increasingly clear you were going to need extra help. >You attempted to kick your foot out of it's painful position with your other foot, but it only resulted with both feet clenched in the chair's confines. >Failing around didn't help much either, as you were now covered in milk, nails, and dried up husks of fruit. >It was safe to say your morning was ruined. >All of this has lead up to this current point in time, with you waiting for either the chair to break, or your spirit. >You sit, unamused, staring at the wall, waiting for the chair to magically explode or something, allowing you sweet freedom. >During your struggles, you had almost forgotten about Fluttershy's daily trek to your house to guess your fetish. >You tried ignoring her knocking at the door once before. >It ended with a large majority of Ponyville being engulfed in an inferno and all of Fluttershy's animals dead. >You didn't want that to happen again. >Anyways, here you are, your feet stuck in the confines of one of your traitorous chairs. >You heard a knock. >You froze. >You couldn't answer the door. >The screams of burning ponies filled your ears. "F-flutershy? Can you hear me?" >No response. >Another round of knocking is heard. >You are starting to shake. "FLUTTERSHY! CAN YOU HEAR ME? I'M STUCK!" >No response still. >You are becoming increasingly more flustered every second. >You can hear your clock ticking. >"Tick tock, tick tock..." >You throw your bowl at the clock. >You miss, and it lands on the couch with no noise. >Fuck. >You have the sudden realization. >If you can hit the door, maybe she'll understand? >You grab your spoon, and line up the shot. >You throw. >Eyes are filled with hope as the spoon gracefully flys towards the door. >The hope quickly fades when you see the spoon drop to the floor. >It lands with a thud, no contact with the door though. >The knocking persists. >It was such a mess, cleaning up all those bodies. >Your eyes dilate. >She wouldn't do it again, right? >A loud slam is heard from the other side of the door, making you jump. "FLUTTERSHY, ANSWER ME!" >No response. >Fluttershy bucks the door again and again. >You are just screaming as loud as you can at this point, hoping she'll understand you can't get to the door. >Hell, maybe she was trying to get in to help you? "HELP, H-HELP ME FLUTTERSHY I'M TRAPPED!" >The kicks from the door drown out all other noise at this point. >You begin weeping. >You wondered how the door was still standing. >In pretty much any other situation, you would be glad. >Right now though, that door needs to fall so Fluttershy doesn't burn your house down, along with the rest of Ponyville. >So much more was at stake here. >You tried moving your legs. >Stuck. >You push. >Stuck still. >You fall out of own chair at this point. >You're on the ground trying desperately to free yourself and save the town. >Then, it hits you. >You untie your shoes. >Your feet easily slip out of the shoes, and you are free. >The embarrassment burns your face, you feel so stupid. >Wait. >That wasn't embarrassment... >You look around your house. >It is in full blaze, the slamming persists however. >You start to walk towards the door when it flys off the hinges finally, coming to rest by your feet. >Fluttershy stares at you, enraged. >You can see billows of smoke shooting out in the air behind her. >Fluttershy held a singed stuff animal in her mouth. >She dropped it infront of her hooves. >"You... never... answered... the... door." >You can even see a distant inferno roaring in the Canterlot palace. >She really out did herself this time. >You can only stand there, stumbling over your words in sheer terror as your house slowly fall apart. "N-no, w-well y-y-you see h-here, this was a-all a biiiiiigggg m-misunderstanding Flutters..." >She pushed the now burning stuffed animals towards you. >"Are stuffed animals your fetish Anon?" >She didn't even stutter. >It felt as though you both had swapped voices, leaving you as the stuttering mess. "N-n-no, they aren't my f-fetish Fluttershy..." >Her eyes widen, displaying pure rage. >She asks again. >"Are stuffed animals your fetish Anon?" "F-fluttershy please, you gotta understand, I-I was trapped in my chair and-" >She stomps her hoof down, easily breaking the charred wood. >"ANON, ARE STUFFED ANIMALS YOUR FETISH?" >You breakdown in tears again. "L-look a-at this -chair!" >You point to where it was before. >All that remained was ashes. >"Anon." >The fire still roared around you and Fluttershy, but had burned up most of your possessions, and was mainly focused upstairs. >"Are stuffed animals your fetish?" >You give up on trying to show her what really happened. >You just wanted to make sure the citizens of Ponyville and Canterlot were safe. "Y-y-yes Fluttershy, s-s-stuffed a-animals are my fetish..." >The fire had burned off your clothes a while ago, but left you unscathed. >Fluttershy then pounced on you, making sure the stuffed animals rubbed against both of your chests. >Making out with a horse in a smoldering house while everyone you knew in this world burned alive. >Today was turning out to be much different from any other. >Fluttershy, in her ascended rape form, had you already rock hard and inside her horse vagina. >You think back to just over an hour ago. >Just over an hour ago your friends weren't burning alive >Just over an hour ago you were eating a healthy breakfast with your feet safe from any and all chairs. >Just over an hour ago you were preparing yourself for the day ahead, ready to meet any and all challenges it had to throw at you. >Now though...You were getting raped by a pony with a stuffed animal inside a burning house. >You cum, shooting hot, sticky strands of love up into Fluttershy's womb. >Her eyes are now peaceful, content with what she's done. >"That was w-wonderful, Anon..." >You try to move, but you're stuck, still deep in her. "We... We need to go save those people Fluttershy, l-let me up." >Her eyes connect with yours. >"Stay." >"Put." >You obey. >The fire is pretty much out in your house. >You can see the sky through the roof. >And the second floor... >Your house was pretty much fucked. >Infact, it surprised you it was still- >Your house rapidly falls apart around you. >You sigh. >You hear the distant shouts and screams from Ponyville. >Ponies barking out orders. >Crying. >Lots of crying. >If there was a silver lining in this whole situation, you were sure it went all up in smoke. >Literally. >But hey, at least you were not >Fucking Flutters- >Wait. >Fuck. The End.