/flaremare/ My Little Futa: Bully Bride


                                            >Lunch time

                                            >You have your muffin, your juice and your banana

                                            >You asked for a banana muffin but you were told you could just combine them

                                            >You sit at your spot, underneath the apple tree

                                            >Despite how ponies eat bananas, you take your time by peeling it

                                            >They really are the best

                                            >The peels are funny to throw at passing ponies

                                            >The taste is great

                                            >You can chomp on them without worry because they're just firm enough

                                            >As soon as you put it to your mouth, your blood freezes

                                            >A gang of fillies encircle you

                                            >"Look, everypony! He's using his haa~aands!"

                                            >They start to giggle in their own ways

                                            >More of them start to point their hooves at you, cackling and laughing like it's something to be ashamed of

                                            "I... but I don't have hooves... I have hands."

                                            >"Didja hear that? He's got noooo hooo~ooves!"

                                            >"Nooooo hoooooooooves!"

                                            >"No hooves!"

                                            >"Gimme that banana!"

                                            >The chorus of fillies gets to be louder and louder

                                            >The sky itself begins to darken

                                            >A bright pink filly trots through the line, glaring at you

                                            >Oh no

                                            >Celestia help you

                                            >"Hey, Anon. You know you're supposed to eat like a pony when going to school with ponies, right?"

                                            >She stands proud and somehow towers over you despite being small

                                            >Even if she has her cutie mark, making her the de facto boss of the fillies

                                            >"Hey, Anon."

                                            >She already has your attention but whenever she says that, it feels like acid being poured on your ears

                                            >"You like bananas, don'cha? Eat this banana, I double diamond dog dare you."

                                            >While glaring you down, a nightmarish phallus begins to grow from between her legs

                                            >"Eat it!"

                                            >"No hooves!"

                                            >"Your hands feel weird!"

                                            >"I kinda like them."

                                            >So many voices swirl together until the boss filly is fully erect

                                            >The fillies begin to close in around you

                                            >"You know the rules, Anon. You were caught eating with your hands, so now you gotta eat MY banana!"

                                            >You can't

                                            >You just plain don't want to!

                                            >You try to escape but everypony is around

                                            >You can't fight her, you've never won

                                            >You can't talk your way out, it has never worked before

                                            >"Come on, banana colt! Eat it."

                                            >"Eat it!"

                                            >"Get it all in your mouth!"

                                            >"Guys, the teacher is watching..."

                                            >"Do it or else she's gonna make me do it!"

                                            >You shrink down to the size of an ant while the boss filly towers over you

                                            >This is pure terror

                                            "I don't want to!"

                                            >No one seems to even hear you

                                            "I don't want to! No!"

                                            >As if by gravitational pull, your head ends up closer and closer to the dark pink flare

                                            "No!"

                                            >Even the urethra is flaring out, like it might eat you

                                            "NO! HELP ME!"


                                            "Gyuah, wha-?!"

                                            >You flail upward, hands wildly going over yourself like you were brushing away a swarm of spiders

                                            >Your vision hazy and heart pounding in your ears, you...

                                            >You...

                                            >You sigh

                                            >You haven't had a nightmare like that in years

                                            >"Hey, y'alright back there?"

                                            >A stallion's voice calls out

                                            >Your breathing steadies

                                            >You know who that is

                                            >It's the carriage owner

                                            >You're on your way back...

                                            >Home

                                            >What used to be your home

                                            "Y-yeah! Sorry, I... uh. I had a nightmare."

                                            >The carriage has a door on either side but it's all open

                                            >You shift in your seat, trying to ignore how a dark cloud is hanging over Ponyville

                                            "Is, uh, are we supposed to be getting rain today?"

                                            >"Nah, all of that? I think those flyboys and girls up there are just having fun. Ever heard of Storm Ball?"

                                            "No, should I?"

                                            >The stallion carries on as if you asked for an explanation

                                            >"Well apparently it's something they use with a tiny little metal ball. It attracts the actual storm part of the clouds so you can see lightning zapping here and there, but there's no rain. It's kinda neat."

                                            "Huh... I guess so."

                                            >Lightning never really scared you

                                            >But the idea of a pegasus picking you up and letting you fall is why you've never once tried to travel by anything other than land

                                            >Or boat

                                            >You're ok with boats

                                            >"You sounded like you were mumblin'bout somethin' too! Ol' lady friend problems?"

                                            >He calls back to you, apparently used to using his outside voice

                                            "Ye... er. No, not really! More she was kinda like a bully. She used to pick on me all the time, and it was always just me."

                                            >She would steal your lunches

                                            >Coerce you into helping her with homework

                                            >Never leave you alone, even on your way home

                                            >And then The Incident that made you leave Ponyville

                                            >Well, it didn't make you leave

                                            >But after that, you were told that maybe you would do better in Canterlot

                                            >"Oh that ain't nothin', they're all like that at that age!"

                                            >The stallion guffaws at some memory only he could have

                                            >"That's how the missus'an'I met, you know! She'd eat m'oats, flick me with her tail. Once even told my parents that I mounted her under the moon during Nightmare Night!"

                                            "Seriously?!"

                                            >What in the world would make her do that?

                                            >"110% serious! Why, my parents tanned my hide then and there... next thing you know, we got married."

                                            >You're beside yourself

                                            "W... well did you actually do it?"

                                            >"Sure I did! But I didn't want her to go and blab to m'folks about it! Bwa ha ha!"

                                            >The stallion, cheerful as can be, continues his trot with the most impressive of laughs

                                            >If only your childhood could have been so colorful

                                            >You don't think you could ever see yourself with her

                                            >You wanted her to like you, sure

                                            >And maybe she was really cool

                                            >And...

                                            >Maybe you didn't mind sharing your things with her

                                            >But it was never that sort of thing

                                            >"We're comin' up. You got a specific place y'want me to drop you off?"

                                            "Yeah, Sugarcube Corner! I'm meeting my parents there."


                                            >Your budget isn't the biggest but you give the carriage driver near twice his requested pay

                                            >He deserves it after listening to you

                                            >And because he admitted that he loves traveling all over because it means he gets some time away from his wife and their daughters who are "little copies of her in the worst ways"

                                            >Shouldering a custom set of saddlebags that go around your shoulders like a ramshackle vest, you make your way to one of your favorite places in town

                                            >It wasn't often you would be allowed to stop by but you always got a freebie

                                            >The pink pony there was far nicer than the pink one you knew

                                            >You sit yourself down on a bench near the entrance

                                            >You were told that your parents would meet up with you right at this exact spot

                                            >Naturally, they're your foster parents

                                            >But they're still Ma and Pa to you

                                            >Or Mems and Pops

                                            "I hope this isn't bad news..."

                                            >They didn't specify why they wanted you out here but you couldn't turn down the chance to see them after so many years of keeping your nose to the grindstone

                                            >"Hey, there he is! Come on, this way!"

                                            >Well someone is happy

                                            >You aren't surprised, the Corner is no doubt a popular place to meet up

                                            >"Well hold on now, we ain't got that giddy up like you."

                                            >That near monotone voice

                                            "...that ain't him."

                                            >Frowning with disbelief, you turn your head to the voice

                                            >Just in time to see a bright pink pony galloping at you at full speed

                                            >"INCOMIIIIIIIIIING!"

                                            >Oh Celestia no

                                            >You scream as if you were a nostalgic critic of old media, just in time for her to tackle you with full force

                                            >You end up on your back

                                            >The pink pony is in a rather plain dress, but it is undoubtedly her

                                            >That grin

                                            >That bright gleam in her eye

                                            >That

                                            >Oh no

                                            >She's laying on you

                                            >And she's erect

                                            >You've had this exact same situation so many times to the point that you can even feel how flared out she is

                                            >"Hey there, Anon. Wanna ask me how it's hanging?"

                                            >Your only reaction is an audible gulp

                                            >For that split second, she knocked you into the past

                                            >When she didn't often wear much of anything

                                            >"Well... safe to say that was a way to be welcomed, huh."

                                            >Pa calmly trots up to you

                                            >His mane is a little more grey but he looks satisfied

                                            >"Welcome home, son. This little filly ain't so little now anymore, is she?"

                                            >As if to accentuate that, you can feel her pulse with so much power, it flows into your body and causes a shiver

                                            >Your immediate reaction is a manic, mocking laugh followed by the only thing that can adequately explain your situation to the stallion that understands you more than anyone else

                                            "GET HER OFF OF ME, PA?!"

                                            >The pony gives you a bashful look and slides off of you

                                            >But rather than get off like any normal pony, she drags herself all over you

                                            >To the point the hidden flare clips your jaw

                                            >And over your face

                                            >By the time she's off of you, you're as flustered as you are humiliated

                                            >And disgused

                                            >And maybe a little excited

                                            >"She told me she would do that..."

                                            >He doesn't sound surprised, despite how overt her action was

                                            >Thanks Pop


                                            >You sit up, unable to stop yourself from shivering again

                                            >You can feel her eyes boring into the back of your head

                                            "Pa... what's going on? Why is she here?"

                                            >"Anon, it's no mystery that you and here were..."

                                            >He blinks

                                            >One of the biggest ways he emotes

                                            >"Very close. And apparently you still are close. Ma's grabbing things for dinner, by the way."

                                            "How are we close? I didn't want that to happen!"

                                            >You point an accusatory finger at the mare's general direction

                                            "That chick's freaking nutzo, you gotta believe me!"

                                            >Pa, in his genuine scope of wisdom, watches your face

                                            >"No, I remember pretty well."

                                            "The... what. Why?! Why is she here?!"

                                            >The mare drapes her front legs over your shoulder

                                            >Despite her energetic motion, she sounds a little more calm

                                            >"My dad is in the hospital, and your dad spoke to my dad."

                                            >Pa stands before you, as rock solid as you would expect

                                            >He clears his throat

                                            >That's never a good sign

                                            >"Son."

                                            >you get an instinctual urge to run as fast as you can

                                            >"We've discussed an arranged marriage. If her father's condition doesn't improve, she's going to need help with his business."

                                            >He clears his throat again

                                            >Twice is even worse

                                            >"...and your mother has been convinced that this is the only way."

                                            >The mare giggles

                                            >You can feel her poking against your back

                                            >"Dad convinced your mom that maybe it would be time to have some grandfoals. And everyone in Ponyville knows that I stuck to you, so you ruined my chances to find any colt else so YOU get to take responsibility!"

                                            >She not just pats you on the shoulder with her hoof

                                            >But she's jabbing against your back

                                            >Repeatedly

                                            >This is a bad joke

                                            "Pa. Tell me this crazy hayhead is lying."

                                            >"...she isn't. You and her were always a pair and..."

                                            >His eyes shift from watching you, to her, and then back to you

                                            >"...after what happened. Well, son, Ponyville isn't a big town. And to be frank, your mother and I didn't exactly mind it but..."

                                            >"But they had to send you off, otherwise we'd probably be a pair of drop outs attached at the hip."

                                            >The psycho filly all grown up finishes your pa's story

                                            >And it has to be just a story

                                            >"Now dust yourself off, son. Let's go meet up. We can further discuss this when we get home, and over dinner."

                                            >He pauses before speaking up again

                                            >"And don't worry, we kept your room as you left it. I'm looking forward to finishing up that "ultra-giga-bird-bachelor-pad"."

                                            >He gives the most faint of smiles at your last attempted project

                                            >You wanted to make a birdhouse as big as yourself, before you had to leave

                                            "...alright."

                                            >Even if it's a messed up reason, you're glad to see your Pa again

                                            >You really want to catch up with him

                                            >...

                                            >...

                                            >...

                                            >The rhythmic throbbing of hot, flat flare against your lower back is killing the mood

                                            "...Can you get OFF of me!?"

                                            >You screech with your hands outstretched

                                            >"...I need about thirty more seconds."

                                            >For once, she sounds a bit reserved

                                            "Pa... come on, man."

                                            >"That dress only saves her shame so much, son."

                                            "This beast has no shame."