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>You wake up, still groggy, sunlight burning your face.
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>Wait hang on, no it isn't.
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>What's going on?
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>Why is your bed so hard?
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>Why does it feel like it's on a slope?
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>You crack your eyes open and yawn deeply, hoping to clear your head of this lingering sleep.
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>It doesn't really work though.
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>Bleary-eyed you try to look around your room.
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>You can't see a damn thing.
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>Just a whole lot of blurs and vague shadows.
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>You try to move your hand up to rub your eyes, but find they are tied down securely with thick rope.
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>Tied really well too. This is some excellent knot work.
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>This isn't one of Applejack's strange ideas of a prank is it?
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>You lift your head up so that you can look down to your feet.
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>You are completely naked, except for those swanky, fur covered shorts that weird chimera thing gave to you.
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>He, or she, or whatever it was, said that they were yours for the keeping forever, they'd even keep themselves clean, just as long as you abided by one single rule.
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>That rule was simple, you can't tell anyone where you got them from, nor let anyone find out, otherwise you'd lose them forever.
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>Naturally you agreed, you can't overstate JUST how swanky these shorts were.
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>You wore them every day.
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>They got kinda curious as to why you never took them off.
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>Told Twilight and Rarity it was just a human fashion.
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>They believed you.
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>Fluttershy thought it was real fur, but you told her it wasn't.
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>Truthfully, you have no idea.
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>Pinkie was just completely incomprehensible in her opinion so you elected to ignore her.
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>As always.
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>At least Rainbow and AJ liked them.
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"Hello?"
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>You hear a door lock clicking, and the latch opening.
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>The door creaks open loudly. Those hinges could use some oil.
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>You see a pink mane peeking out through the door frame.
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>It's slowly getting bigger.
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>Pinkie Pie?
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"Hey! Who's there?"
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>It disappears at the sound of your voice.
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>You hear what sounds like a mare muttering to someone else.
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>The pink mane comes back.
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>A yellow snout appears.
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>It's Fluttershy!
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"Fluttershy? What's going on? Where am I?"
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>"Oh, I see you're awake! You haven't been waiting too long I hope!" she says, seemingly ignoring your questions.
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>"You know, I've waited, and I've waited, but you never noticed me. You never replied to my letters. I just got soo tired of waiting."
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"Well, you're kinda hard to notice, being all quiet and such, and you never left an address for me to write back to."
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"Wait hang on, those letters were from YOU?"
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>"Well yes, who did you think they were from?" she asks incredulously.
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"From that creepy minty pony that keeps following me around and staring at my fingers."
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>"Her? HER?! SHE IS NOTHING COMPARED TO ME! NOTHING!" Fluttershy screams out.
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>Holy shit, where's this coming from. You've never seen her act like this.
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>It's always the quiet ones isn't it?
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>Fluttershy was the one sending those freaky letters asking if you had all sorts of bizarre fetishes.
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>Some were soaked in various fluids, none of which you dared identify.
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>One of them was even written in blood.
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>You're getting a bit worried now.
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"W-what do you want?"
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>Does she want to do horrible things to your arse?
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>"Oh, nothing too much."
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>"I just want you inside of me."
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>"I hope that won't be too much bother Anon."
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"B-bother? You tied me up in some freaky sex dungeon while I was asleep! You're asking me NOW if it would be too much bother?" you ask seething with barely contained rage.
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>"I guess you're right Anon, I've already gotten you in here, now I'm going to help you out."
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"WITH WHAT!?"
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>...
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"Are you letting me go?" you ask, calming slightly
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>She giggles lightly.
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>"Oh no, don't be silly. See, I've noticed the way you've started looking at mares now, especially Pinkie Pie and they just won't feel the same way about you. Not like I do, anyway." she says, with a genuine smile.
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>This is pretty messed up.
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>You never thought Fluttershy would be like this.
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>"So just lie back, and let momma Fluttershy make you feel REAL good."
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>Oh god no.
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>Now you're going to start thinking about your mother during... whatever this is, thanks a fucking lot Fluttershy.
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>She bites into the top of your shorts, making a face at the feel of the shaggy fur going into her mouth.
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>That strikes you as a bit strange.
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>They're perfectly clean, you think. That thing did say they clean themselves.
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"Hey! What do you think you're doing?"
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>You're really starting to panic now.
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>Is she REALLY going to rape you? Dear sweet Fluttershy? A rapist?
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>She slips the waistband of your shorts out of her mouth for a second.
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>"Just relax sweetie, you'll start to feel good really soon."
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>Why does she feel the need to patronise you so?
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>This is humiliating.
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>She takes the waistband back into her mouth and starts slowly dragging your shorts down.
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>Your dick is hanging free now, and your balls are being tickled by the breath from her nose.
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>She whips the shorts down to your ankles, but then lets them go again.
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>"Oops, silly me!" she says with a laugh.
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>It was a kinda cute laugh, and in different, non-rape circumstances you might have enjoyed hearing it, but now it sounded like pure evil to you.
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>She unties your left leg, slips your shorts off that leg and ties it back up again.
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>She repeats the process with your right leg.
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>"There, ALL better."
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>She casts your shorts down onto the floor carelessly.
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>They're going to get all dirty down there, and you never did quite figure out the self cleaning thing.
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>"So Anon, are you ready to let momma take good care of you?" she coos, fluttering right above your naked body.
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"No, not really. Could you untie me?" you plead.
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>Maybe she'll fall for it.
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>"NO!"
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>Guess not.
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"Whoa, ease up on the volume there." you say jokingly.
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>"YOU'RE GOING TO LOVE ME!" she bellows.
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>She stomps her forehooves on either side of your head, the sound causing your ears to ring.
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"WAS THAT REALLY NECESSARY! I'M HALF FUCKING DEAF NOW!"
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>"Oh, I'm so sorry anon. Here, let me help you."
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>She has a really sad expression painted on her face.
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"NO! ENOU-ghhhh what are you doing?"
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>Her tongue is sliding down your torso, excrutiatingly slowly, like you were supposed to be enjoying it.
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>She stops for a second.
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>"Oh my, all this pent up stress and anger. I'll just have to find a way to help you release it."
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>She takes in a deep breath, then lets it out slowly onto your stomach.
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>She starts her licking again, but this time much closer to your dick.
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>Dangerously close.
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>Just before she gets to your shaft, you shout out.
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"OKAY! ENOUGH! FLUTTERSHY, STOP!"
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>Just then, you both hear a low growl.
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"THE FUCK WAS THAT?" you scream.
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>Her eyes grow wide, and she stops licking.
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>Fluttershy hides her face under her mane and behind her forehooves.
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>She makes some odd squealing noise.
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>You try to crane your neck towards the source of the sound.
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>The only thing you can see in the area where the sound seems to be eminating from is your shorts, standing up, with razor sharp teeth in the waist.
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>You can't see anything else that could be making such a noise.
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>Hang on a second!
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>Have your shorts become possessed by some daemon from hell?
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>Perhaps Twilight is playing a practical joke on you.
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>The growling gets deeper, then suddenly, the shorts pounce towards Fluttershy's hidden face with reckless abandon.
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"FLUTTERSHY! LOOK OUT!"
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>She looks out just in time for the shorts to latch onto her face and start ripping into it.
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>You can hear the disgusting ripping of flesh and Fluttershy's panicked screams as her face is devoured.
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>Blood is being spattered everywhere.
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>She is thrashing her head about trying to get them off.
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>The shorts are shaking violently.
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>They fall off her face.
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>What you see is the most horrifying scene you've ever had the misfortune to witness.
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>All the flesh on her face has been bitten off, picked clean down to the bone, her eyes still intact.
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>It's a skeleton's face, with eyes in the sockets, and a mane on top.
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>Your mouth drops open in sheer horror.
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>The shorts crawl around, like a worm, to her neck.
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>Her large, teal eyes lock onto yours.
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>You can sense the panic and sorrow in her eyes.
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>She is terrified, and yet she still feels sorry for what she did to you.
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>Or was about to do anyway.
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>The shorts tear into her throat, sending a spray of arterial blood straight into your mouth.
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>It's revolting but not nearly as vile as what you're seeing.
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>You hear the sound of flesh being rend, and blood spraying all over the place.
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>All you can do is watch as the life slowly fades out of her eyes.
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>She lets out a gurgle, its all she can manage anymore.
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>She stops thrashing around.
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>Her eyes glaze over, and the bleeding finally stops.
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>You can't look away.
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>Your eyes start tearing up.
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>You hear shuffling, and see something brown and furry sliding up towards your head.
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>You finally break eye contact with Fluttershy's corpse to see the shorts coming for you.
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>No doubt to get rid of the witnesses, who knows what crazy conclusions they would come up with.
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>You start flailing uselessly, the rope is just too tight.
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>That it then, you're going to die at the teeth of some crazed murderous shorts.
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>Never should have trusted the chimera, nothing that mismatched can be anything good.
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>The shorts go up to your hand, and nibble through the rope.
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>That was unexpected.
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>Your hand free, you grab the shorts and throw them down onto the floor just in case.
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>You untie your other hand.
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>You need to untie your legs, but there's a body in the way.
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>Grabbing her by the mane, lift her off of you and dump her next to the rape table.
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>You bend forwards and untie your legs.
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>You get up and look at the carnage.
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>Blood is everywhere, and a bit of Fluttershy's face is still clinging onto your dick.
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>That is beyond vile.
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>You flick it off, sending a lance of pain shooting through your body.
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>It wasn't the greatest way of removing it.
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>You turn to the door and are about to run out when you stop.
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>You can't just leave her body here, what if someone finds it, and thinks you did it?
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>They'd never believe possessed shorts did it.
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>You aren't going to spend time in a pony jail, you don't really feel like being raped by any stallions.
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>You will have to dispose of the body.
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>Also you are still naked, and it's cold outside tonight.
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>You scour the room for your clothes.
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>Boots, socks and a t-shirt, all in a nice pile in the corner.
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>The shorts are in the middle of the room, where you threw them.
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>You put them all on, except the shorts.
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>They're coated in blood.
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>You can't figure out what to do with them.
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>You give them a shake while pondering what to do, and notice that the blood is coming off as dust.
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>It hadn't even dried yet, how's that possible?
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>Oh yeah, magic.
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>Biggest cop-out of an excuse you've heard, but apparently it's a legitimate one here.
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>You look into the shorts, but can't see any teeth.
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>Fearing the worst, you gingerly put them on.
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>You don't get bit clean in half.
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>Not even a little nibble.
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>So far, so good.
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>You grab Fluttershy's tail.
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>It's the furthest part of her away from the shorts-related devastation.
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>You turn her around on the floor by her tail, then make your way towards the door.
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>She's surprisingly heavy, even when she's missing the majority of her face and most of her blood.
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>Aren't pegasi supposed to be lighter than other ponies?
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>As you step through the door frame, her head smashes into it, bursting one of her eyeballs and leaving a trail of goop and blood behind her.
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>You enter a room full of animal cages, which are filled with animals.
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>You can hear all her animal friends chittering away, scared out of their tiny minds.
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>Apparently they are smarter than animals from back home.
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"Look, it wasn't me, alright?"
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>You don't wait for a response, instead dragging her outside and towards the Everfree.
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>Her body keeps getting caught on roots and you have to give her a kick to dislodge her.
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>It also keeps banging into trees and making noises when it falls down slopes.
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>You drag her some depth into it, before finding a small clearing.
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>You decide its probably far enough, and leave her in the center.
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>You think you saw some timberwolves following you.
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>Better hurry back before they get hungry.
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>You give her one last sad look before turning away and walking back the way you came.
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>All she wanted to do was rape you and she ended up as your shorts chew-toy.
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>What a shame.
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>You whistle a merry tune on your way back through the Everfree and to home.
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