Author's Notes:

People always say to "Be True to your Roots." Flutterrape is a collection of stories about ponies trying 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 hoofsteps and attempt their own versions of >rape. There are different versions of Flutterrape, but most are lighthearted stories about the ponies failing in their comical attempts to get into Anon’s pants.

Well, this is pretty much the best way I can do it. This is a large number of old, super short, one-shots that I've done over the course of my time writing Fanfiction. None of these ideas were long enough to me to make their own stories out of them. So, they're silly, short, and dumb. Hell. Poorly written too. I did some clean up on all of these, but they're still pretty simple.

A loud noise disturbs your slumber. You groan as you pull off the covers and throw on a morning robe.

Of course. Of course you can't get a decent night sleep around this place. Who would have thought in a magical land of horses, that you could just get a little bit of sleep.

You lumber your way downstairs and nearly miss the last step. You blink your eyes, trying to get the sand out of your eyes. The early morning light streams through your windows as you get to your front door.

Heading outside, several ponies are putting the finishing touches on a large stage. You stare at the new fixture on your front lawn in disbelief.

“It's waaay too early for this shit.”

One stallion brings you a folding chair and instructs you to sit in it. You look from the chair, to the stallion, then back to the chair.

"This better be good,” you sigh.

You watch the stage carefully and from behind the red curtain comes Fluttershy. She approaches a single microphone on stage.

"Uhm, Good Morning! I've made this special show just for you to see if puns are your fetish!"

“What, what?”

Fluttershy clears her throat and leans into the microphone.

Oh God. No. Please.

"I really w-wanted to do this for you earlier, but lately my voice has been a little horse."

Not even the crickets chirped.

"I'm really hoping that this one will make your heart a bit less colt."

Oh god, make it stop.

"Or maybe you herd that one before."

They aren't even good puns. This is torture.

"I tried to get help from Granny Smith, but she seems to be pasture prime."

You ponder the best way to exit this situation unscathed. If this goes on for more than three minutes, would it just be easier to kill yourself? It would make the pain go away.

"Sooner or later I'll make you my mane man."

How long did she take to think these up?

"Of course, I promise we would have a stable relationship."

Your mind is beginning to go numb.

"Fluttershy,” you say, rising to your feet. “Puns aren't my fetish."

She looks at you in disappointment.

"You mean I didn't even stirrup your emotions?"

You walk back into your home. Then, stop to say one final word.

"If you keep working on your puns, you may harness your potential eventually."

You close the door and hear the disassembling of the stage. You really mustang out with different ponies.