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This story is a sequel to Fluttershy Wants in Your Pants: Vol. 1


Anon's life has been a constant stream of irritation, thanks to Fluttershy trying to do her best to win his heart. But, what happens when you walk around in someone else's hooves? How would you feel to be constantly rejected?


Reading the original is NOT necessary.

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Comments ( 21 )

First!

Just kidding, that was revenge for you doing it on my story, this story was pretty good, Priesty-pie :heart:

Ah, i see you've moved this into it's own story.

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It just... Feels too out of place in the original.

Aww, that's so sad! I know a lot of people in the comments say that Fluttershy has problems and such, but I think this story shows more than they were able to see before. :heart:

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Ah damn, almost makes you want to see if Fluttershy might finally figure out what she's doing wrong. I mean, the fetish thing, it's a fun gag if not taken too seriously, but this is straight up painful. Makes me wonder if, in all honesty, she just doesn't figure out any other way that DOESN'T involve that to connect with Annon and make her intentions clear. And if he really doesn't feel the same, to seek help about how to move forward without him. I dunno, I mean I've been through heartbreak myself a few times, it ain't easy and never ends well. But at least in my case, I had enough sense to bring in outside perspective and let them help me when I had no idea what to do. Kinda wish Flutters would get that kinda help now.

Ouch, never read the original but this story really makes me feel for poor Flutters here.:fluttershysad:

Somebody help me get off this roller coaster ride of feels pls! No more! Pls! :raritydespair:

Emotional takes on "joke" stories always really tug at my heartstrings for an inexplicable reason. You're going to make me cry. :(

Well I think one of her (and all the ponies') problems is that to consider a sentient being a animal is to seriously piss them off.
So forwards with asking the intimate questions but leaving out the most obvious ones that she's even asked herself before?

This shows that the ponies see him as a animal and even she is unconsciously doing this by not asking the simplest and most obvious reasons that he wouldn't return her feelings.

In short, ponies be racist.

I'm starting to think anonymous is the douche bag here, I mean she was clearly on her last leg here, and he still slams the door in her face, like it won't matter

The blue cyan eyes that I look at every morning, the ones that stare back at me with the same questions I ask myself.

Blue and cyan mean pretty much the same thing.

The posture and pose of his confidence numbed my skin for operation.

Again, same thing. I mean, I get what you're trying to say: the substance was just as sweet as the shadow; the waking just as damnably intoxicating as the dream. It's just kind of clunky. And less purple.

had my heart in it's clutches before I could even breathe.

Its. It's means it is.

When Anon talked about something he loves, there's a light in his eyes, a spring in his step, a worldly wonder that I couldn't possibly touch, for fear of breaking it's fragile form.

Dude. Dude. You're killing me here. Also the verb tense doesn't agree between talked, loves, there's, and couldn't.

I became a trustee.

This is technically not wrong, but I think you mean more confidante than legal representative. Or not. Maybe she's some kind of duly appointed officer of the court in her spare time.

I welcome the pain, invite it in like an unexpected reunion of a lost friend. I wipe a tear from my eye.

CRAAAAWLING IN MY SKIIIIN

I take a minute to clean myself up with the inside of my wing, that way, he won't see my toil.

Toil means work. It has the same root as till, as in till the soil. Do you mean turmoil? Sorrow? Weakness?

I don't cry to this anymore.

At maybe?


Well shit, man. Goddamn. If I ever get to Equestria? If Celestia's sun is the light at the bottom of the bottle? First thing I do is gonna be to find Fluttershy and just hug the shit out of that horse. I mean, like, I'm gonna exercise my nuclear hug option. Motherfuckers from miles around are gonna feel that hug. You can bank on that shit.

This story reminds me of a quote from the book Purity of Blood by Arturo Perez y Reverte:

"I felt, and I wonder if you will truly know what I mean, like a man run through with a dagger: that I would live as long as it was not pulled out, and that removing it would kill me."

The passage it's from describes the first meeting of the narrator and hero of the book with the daughter of his sworn enemy and the eventual cause of his downfall. Thing is, he knows all this: knows who she is, what it means, and how it's going to end. And still, even knowing, he can't help himself. He embraces fate, turns his neck to the killing blow, because sometimes the heart wants what it wants, and be damned if a body can stop it.

Fluttershy... I feel for Fluttershy. I truly do. Yeah, I lurk around the threads sometimes, mostly waiting for that fucker Nebulus to finish that Bonbon thing, and I laugh at the continual failure of her neverending quest for the HMD, and it's all in good fun. But reading a story like this where it's all played straight; it makes me wonder. Is Fluttershy just a silly little poneh, consumed by fetishistic lust for the resident pan-demensional monkey man? Or is she an otherwise normal person caught up in the drama of someone else's story, a mare looking for the strength to either carry on or pull the dagger out, come what may? I dunno. It just makes me think, is all.

Still, I'm gonna hug the shit out of that horse.

Wait so the dream sequence is canon?

This is sad...

But then I remembered I read the Stockholm Syndrome Arc ten minutes ago.

I don't feel anything.

This really should be read as a cycle:
First - Fluttershy Wants in Your Pants
Second - This
Last - My Special Somepony (I personally prefer Love ending)

They're both so good at making each other unhappy :fluttershysad:

I wanted to ask why Anon doesn't just talk to Fluttershy about it, but then I realized that this is someone else's interpretation of Anon.

Once again I understand how anon feels but I also understand how fluttershy feels completely that's how I felt about myself every day for the past 7 years from 7th grade all the way to now

God dammit, now I'm sad!

10/10
Would read again, but that would make me cry.

Comment posted by Dominion372 deleted Jan 24th, 2023
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