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[original author Jibber ]
"Fatal Fluttershy (Explicit +18)"
a direct sequel to Lyra's Misery(https://ponepaste.org/3760)
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(Authors note: This is a direct sequel to Lyra's Misery)
>Fire.
>Fire surrounded you, there was no escape. You couldn’t find your way through the intense flames that threatened to swallow you whole.
>You look around, but you had nowhere to run.
>Something grabs you from behind. Horror struck you as you looked into the burnt face of Lyra Heartstrings.
>Her left eye spewing out fluids as maggots crawled within and her flesh peeled back on some spots, “YOU CAN’T RUN FOREVER, ANON!” she gurgles as blood pours from her mouth. She wraps her arms around you and brings her rotten face closer to yours.
>You let out a cry in anguish as the flames consume you both.
>You wake up, breathing heavily and sweating. Your heart was racing quicker than you thought physically possible.
>It was just another nightmare. Actually, that would be night terror in your case.
>You are Anon.
>It’s been almost a year since you’ve escaped Lyra. The aquamarine pony that trapped you, severed your Achilles tendon and almost chopped your hands off.
>You’ve been experiencing nightmares ever since that fateful day when you were rescued. Not every night, but more than you wanted.
>You looked around the room, it was almost pitch black and you looked at your clock; 4:27 am.
>You close your eyes trying to relax and fall back asleep. The words of that one officer still ring through your head “There was no body to be found. No remains, nothing...”
>She was dead. You watched her die. This was bugging the hell out of you.
>You finally started to relax, and you slept for a few more hours. You wanted to sleep longer, but your mind began to buzz as the morning light poured through the curtains.
>Rubbing the sleepy from your eyes, you wake up and open the curtains. You look out to see Ponyville not too far where you lived; in fact you lived not too far away from Pinkie Pie and the top of Twilight’s house could be seen as well.
>Celestia was kind enough to have a house built for you and made especially for you to accommodate your needs.
>Your left leg was in much better shape, the doctors did all they could to repair your Achilles tendon. Your left foot couldn’t flex much and the fastest you could move was a jog.
>You still had to wear a brace most of the time to help support your weight, but you’ve been doing physiotherapy to help your muscle and tendon strengthen up.
>That’s practically all you’ve been doing for almost a year now; nothing but exercise. Between the medication you needed to manage your psychotic episodes and nightmares, you would exercise like a mad man.
>At first it was to strength just your leg, but something drove you to keep doing more than just your leg.
>You felt this need to be prepared. If Lyra was still alive, she could’ve killed you in your sleep by now. Were you just plain paranoid?
>You start the day with hot oats. Nothing satisfied like oats.
>You mask the plainness of the oats with a bit of brown sugar and cinnamon. Lyra only served you plain oats. Anything to make you not think of her.
>You went to the weight room, all equipment was made specifically for you as per request of Celestia. She wanted to make sure you felt at home, and you said this was the best way.
>Your T-Shirt is soaked with perspiration as you finished your workout for the day. Your muscles swell from the exertion and you take your measurements.
>There’s a knock at your door.
>You hope it was Twilight. She was really the only pony you talked to these days.
>Nothing wrong with the others, but they were more of acquaintances. You couldn’t look at most ponies the same way ever again, especially if they tried to get close.
>Twilight agreed that you would adjust on your own accord to Ponyville, and she requested none of the other ponies disturb you.
>Twilight was different. You couldn’t find the exact words, but she’s been the best friend you could have at the moment. Someone you could confide in.
>You wipe your brow of the salty perspiration with the corner of your shirt as you open the door, and there stood Twilight with a picnic basket, “Good morning Anon, been working out as usual?”
Yeah, I just finished up.
>You gesture to her to come inside and she obliges. Both of you enter the kitchen as she sits herself down and opens the basket, revealing fresh fruit and some vegetables.
>At the sink, you splash cool water onto your face and pat yourself dry.
Thanks Twilight, fresh fruit is always great to have.
>You were kind of hoping for some fresh fish.
>”Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something” You grab some miscellaneous food items from the cupboard and toss them into a blender.
What’s on your mind?
> She lightly taps her hooves together, hesitating what to say, “Anon, it’s just that for the time you’ve been here you really haven’t made any strides to improve your... social standing here in Ponyville.”
>This was certainly a new face of hers. You give the blender a few quick pulses and you pour the thick sludge into a glass. You go to sit at the table and drink.
What do you mean?
>She was straight forward this time around, “You’ve practically been cooped up in your house, doing nothing but eating, exercising and sleeping. You haven’t gone into Ponyville and you’re not trying to make friends.”
>You eye her as you take another gulp of your thick drink.
Friends? Twilight, I appreciate what you’ve done for me. But I’m happy with what we got going on.
>She frowns a tad, “You realize there is no such thing as a free lunch, right?”
What’s that suppose to mean?
>She shakes her head, “Anon, I know you’re still recovering from what happened. You can’t keep living in the past.”
>You slam your hands on the table, a loud thud echoes.
I’m NOT!
>You stare at her for a while, Twilight seemed to be shaken by your outburst. You felt like shit as you put for face down on the table.
You have no idea what I’ve gone through... I took her Life, Twilight. I know by all accounts I should’ve spared her but she didn’t stop.
>This was the most troubling thought. Not the fact that a pony could commit such atrocities, but even in a seemingly peaceful world like My Little Pony, death and suffering could still happen.
I know I said and thought to myself how much I wanted to hurt her, but when it actually happened...
>You couldn’t continue, you began to weep to yourself burying your head in your arms.
>Twilight gets up and walks to your side, “It’s OK Anon...” she spoke softly. Her arms wrap around you and gently hug you.
>You hug her back, burying your face into her tiny shoulder and sniffling. You wanted to hold onto her forever.
>”You’re not a bad person, Anon. I’m here to help you.” You couldn’t help but shudder at her words. They felt familiar as a certain pony once said that to you.
>You let go of Twilight and sighed, she was right.
>Better you start to get out there and meet everyone who hasn’t seen you for almost a year.
I’ll do it Twilight, for you.
>She smiles “Do it for you, Anon. This is for you and you alone.”
>You watch her as she leaves the house, realizing she’s something special to dedicate her time to helping you.
>You go to the bathroom and love at your mug. You haven’t shaved for a few days and you smelled ripe. Time to freshen up.
>After a much needed shower and shave you felt ready to take your first step. You couldn’t help but feel nervous.
>A part of you really wants to make Twilight happy, but something else made you feel insecure.
>As if Lyra put a curse on you, thoughts of her and how she betrayed you during your time of need. You felt a cold sweat coming on.
>You quickly you open the medicine cabinet a pop some of your anti-psychotic pills. Taking deep breaths, you feel yourself calming down.
>Maybe being out there will take your mind off her.
>You lock the door behind you as you leave the house, it was another average day of fair weather.
>A cane was given to you since the doctors figured you would have trouble walking, but your leg wouldn’t get better if you used it.
>The least you would use was a brace, but every once in a while you would feel this click in your ankle. Didn’t hurt, but it happened ever since they fixed the Achilles tendon.
>The first place on your list was Fluttershy. Someone calm and mellow would probably be a good start to your day.
>AS you approach her house, all of her woodland critters were chirping and chattering away as they ate their breakfast.
>There was Fluttershy, up at a tree top feeding some birds.
Hey, Fluttershy!
>She jumps and darts into the tree, obviously spooked by your voice. Typical Fluttershy behaviour...
>She peeps her head out to see it was you. “Oh... you startled me, Anon”
Sorry about that, I just wanted to come by and say hello.
>She gently floats down from the tree and inspects you, “You look... different.”
>You have been staying indoors for months like a hermit, but instead of enlightenment you exercised and ate.
Yeah, I’ve been strengthening my injured leg.
>You point to your left leg, she inspects the brace closer. “You came to say hello to me?” She sounded shocked and surprised, but her tone still gentle.
Did I catch you at a bad time?
>”Oh not at all, I was just feeding the animals” You could see sacks with labels in a small pile.
Well, if you’re busy I can always come by some other time.
>You give a friendly smile, but her small yellow hoof grabs you from behind.
>In that moment you thought of Lyra.
>Quickly you realize it was just Fluttershy. Calm, quiet, would-never-harm-a-fly Fluttershy.
>”You don’t have to leave now. I know you were going through a tough time, which is why I wanted to give this to you in person.”
>She takes off and flies back into her house. The sound of rattling and things hitting the floor fill the air as she finally comes holding a gift basket in her mouth.
>She motions you to take it. As you take the basket, its filled with assorted bottles and other items. “It’s a gift basket for you. See? There’s lotions, perfumes, bath beads and some chocolates.”
That’s very thoughtful of you, Fluttershy. This is very nice.
>She floats up to your level and hugs you, “There’s a freshly baked apple pie as well, and I also put some pictures of myself in there... and a lock of my mane.”
>Okay....
Oh, well thanks. I better go see the others then.
>She seemed hesitant to let go, “Oh, are you sure you don’t want to stay? I could look at your leg.”
No, I’m quite all right. I’ll be sure to come by again.
>She smiles nervously at you as you walk away and waves continuously until you’re out of sight.
>You didn’t want to carry the gift basket, so you quickly make your way back home and leave it there.
>Heading to AJ’s farm you struck up a conversation with her about her trades and working a farm. She was definitely level-headed and down to earth.
>You asked her about possibility of working on the farm. She regretfully informs that while your ankle is still not fully healed, then they don’t want to put you at unnecessary risk of injury.
>That was her way of covering their ass. You told her you understand, but if anything else for work comes up that would be safer, you’d appreciate being told.
>Next stop Rarity. Not much to be said about her, she was very lady like and made you a couple new pieces of clothing.
>You insisted she has done enough, but she was even more insisting that you take them. You chuckle as you finally give in, but you promised you would pay her back.
>Rainbow Dash wasn’t hard to find as she was napping in a tree. She commented on how tough you are for going through what you did and making a strong recovery.
>She promised to take you out drinking later that week.
>Last on the list was Pinkie Pie. This would prove to be interesting.
>You headed over to SugarCube Corner, saying hi to some other pony folks on the way. They became more accustom to you then your first visit.
>You walked in to see Mr and Mrs Cake working the shop. “Why hello there Anon!” Mrs. Cake chirped. “It’s been a while since we’ve seen you.”
>You engaged in light conversation, asking about their kids and the business. You inquired about Pinkie Pie; they inform you she was upstairs.
>As you entered the room upstairs, you were greeted with confetti and loud sounds “SURPRISE!” Pinkie shouted. She slaps a party hat on your head and drags you further into the room.
>”I’m so glad to see you’re out of the house and feeling better. Twilight told me all about her visit so I decided tomakeyouthispartyandIthought-”
>This pony could go on forever.
Uh, Pinkie...
>She continued to gab on while she started tossing boxes of wrapped birthday gifts at you.
>You catch all of them, but Pinkie didn’t know the concept of stopping. Soon you were overburdened with gift and fall flat on your back.
>Pinkie knocks the gifts off you and stands over you while she giggles, “Well you’re not going to celebrate your party by lying on the floor.” She pulls you up to your feet.
Pinkie!
>You didn’t sound angry, you just wanted to get her attention.
>”Yes, Anon?” she looked at you with those big soft blue eyes.
This is nice and everything and you’re awesome for doing so. But I just came by to say hello.
>Her expression flips as she looks at you with puppy eyes, “You... you don’t like my party?” you could hear her whimper.
No, it’s that Pinkie, it’s just...
>You looked her in the eyes, and couldn’t help but feel bad. You didn’t have anything better to do this afternoon.
It would be rude of me to object considering you put a lot of time into this.
>You gazed around the room; balloon and streamers decorated the room. In the centre of the room was a table, and on it a cake with your name on it.
>Her expression became ecstatic and rapturous and you were certain she was going to explode in happiness. “Woohoo! Let’s party!”
>The afternoon was filled with music, games and dancing as you both became better acquainted with each other.
>She was actually the only pony that made you laugh and feel good about yourself. You’ve forgotten all about your excursion for that afternoon.
>Pinkie sends you off with a basket of baked goods and some leftover cake. Indulging your sweet tooth once a while was OK.
>Before you left, she pecks your cheek with a kiss and giggles uncontrollably.
>You were starting to feel something that was almost foreign. And Pinkie was that pony who triggered it.
>Walking home, you felt much better than you have in the last few months.
>Taking your gifts from all the ponies, you head home to drop them off before going to see Twilight.
>As your house comes into view, you see something sticking out of your mailbox. It was a folded up piece of paper with the word ‘Fluttershy’ written across.
Part 2
>You open the door and set your stuff down.
>Grabbing the letter and unfolding the thin paper, you read the scribbled down note: “Dear Anon, I just wanted to say thank you for coming by to say hello. I hope you’re feeling better. Please enjoy the gift basket.”
>Fluttershy is pretty concerned about your wellbeing...
>You glance over to the basket which was still sitting there on the floor. You grab it and place it on the kitchen cupboard.
Should I just re-gift this?
>You remove the apple pie off the top and place it in the fridge, and looking through the basket you sort through the various bottles.
>What does pony perfume smell like anyway? You sniff each bottle of lotion, scents and bath salts. It was... very aromatic, almost stimulating.
>You look at each of the labels and something stuck out that they all shared in common. It mentioned the words exotic, pheromones and heart’s desire.
>Exotic scents? The lotions you understand, but perfume? Was Fluttershy setting you up to be anally devastated by a stallion?
>Looking further through the basket you pulled out a box of chocolates, nothing out of the ordinary, or so it seems.
>Unpacking the box, there was another box inside. It was a bright red heart shaped box with the words ‘Lover’s Delight’ slapped right on the front.
>The fuck.
>I’m guessing Fluttershy is saying something at this point. You open the lid and check the chocolates, inside was a manufacturers label spouting bullshit about eating the chocolates to ‘excite’ and ‘arouse’ the senses.
>Closing the lid, you set the chocolates, perfume and lotions aside. Last thing the basket had was some photos that she mentioned. Also a small lock of her hair.
>Nothing of particular interest with the hair, just a small clipping of her pink mane.
>They were all kept in a small envelope at the bottom of the basket. You retrieve the letter and found several photos inside.
>The first few showed Fluttershy tending to her animals. How cute...
>As you went through them, a disturbing trend followed. Fluttershy was posed on places like a couch, kitchen table or bathtub in exotic positions.
>Okay, this is where the red flag in your head goes up.
>Yet you’re compelled to see to what length Fluttershy went to.
>The last few photos showed her wearing socks and or stockings, staring at the camera with lust in her eyes.
>Was she just fucking around with you, or does she really have an interest in you.
>Knowing someone like Fluttershy, it wasn’t likely a lie or a cruel joke.
Do I talk to her or...
>You spoke quietly to yourself looking at the questionable photos. You were just going to have to be a gentlemen and tell her like it is.
>You quickly put away the remaining gift before you head out to see Fluttershy.
>Just as you reached to grab the door handle, there is a knock.
>You pause for a moment, but answered it right away. It was Fluttershy.
>Good, that saves you the trip.
>Fluttershy greets you with her usual cheery demeanor, “Anon! So glad you’re home, I just wanted to check up on you and see if you had a chance to look through the gift basket.”
Yeah, about that. Would you mind explaining yourself?
>You bring forward the photos of her posing in an explicit matter. She blushes with a smile, “Oh, those are for you Anon.”
>You mentally face palm yourself, but you reacted calmly still.
I figured that much, but why .... this way?
>”Anon, I just wanted to give you a welcoming gift.” She winks at you.
Do you hand out nudes of yourself to everyone that leaves the hospital and is trying to recover from a traumatic experience?
>She blinks at you with her clueless expression, but she manages to process it, “Nudes? That’s so naughty! I would never do that... unless you wanted some...”
>Creepy Town, population: her.
>You chuckle at first; she’s just being too cute right now.
Fluttershy, the other gifts were nice. I don’t wear perfume, but thank you for the thought. It’s that these are extremely inappropriate. I don’t want them.
>You hold them out for her to take, but she doesn’t. “Oh, just keep them. You never know when they’ll come in handy.”
What are getting at?
>”Oh, you know. Maybe when you’re alone at night and you start thinking of me. You might need something to help with your... fantasizing.”
>OK, no more Mr. Nice Anon. You wanted to throw the photos in her face and slam the door.
>You just had to be a nice person. Getting down on one knee you look her straight in the eyes
Fluttershy...
>”Yes Anon?”
I know what you’re getting at, and before you start becoming emotionally invested I will say no.
>She looks lost for words, “B-but why?” Her big doe eyes look up at you.
It’s not you Fluttershy.
>That was a lie.
It’s just that.... I’m a human. Do you understand?
>You prayed that would satisfy her, but she could only respond with tears in her eyes, “I... I don’t know”
Well, there’s gotta be some nice stallions around here you’ve been looking at; or perhaps have been looking at you?
>You give her a little wink wink and a nudge nudge.
>She shakes her head, “I think you’re much more interesting than any old stallion, Anon. I just can’t bear the thought of you being all alone.”
Well, I’ve met you and the others. So I’m not alone anymore. Looks like the power of friendship has won again.
>You’re trying to wrap this up and get her to leave, but she doesn’t seem ready to go. “How about we do something fun? Like uh....”
>You hated to say this, but you had no choice.
Hunt animals? I also like to fish. Nothing better than the meat of tasty critters.
>That should scare her.
>Her blue eyes seem to shrink as she gazed upon, a terrible bipedal flesh eating monster that hunts for fun.
>Truth be told, you never hunted game before. Mostly fishing and that’s it.
>She appears to be trembling as she takes a few steps back, “Oh Anon.. I... oh... I...” and just like that, she flies away quicker than you’ve seen before.
>You didn’t want her to hate you, but if you did something that was opposite to what she does then she’ll have no interest in you.
>Chopping up her behaviour as having a crush, you weren’t really good at putting down gently. Maybe Twilight can help if Fluttershy persists.
>You rip up the photos of her and toss them in the garbage bin outside your house.
>The next few days consisted of you hanging out with Twilight and her friends.
>Not Fluttershy however.
>You didn’t want to bother her, and she did not see you ever since you claimed your liking to hunt small animals.
>It was probably for the better. She gave you this... indescribably uneasy feeling.
>AJ, Rainbow Dash and Rarity were easy to get along with.
>Twilight was there to help you out at a moment’s notice, but Pinkie Pie... she was something different.
>You found yourself enjoying her company the most. Her energy, happy-go-lucky attitude, the bounce in her step.
>The way she radiated happiness and wanted to spread that to others. Selfless, funny, always smiling, and making you feel happy but more profoundly than even Twilight could accomplish.
>You felt... complete.
>As you went to bed one night, this confused you greatly. Was seeking a relationship with a pony.... normal?
>Would she say no? Would it even work out?
>This troubling thought reminded you of what Lyra did to you that night...
>You quickly push those thoughts aside; you had to get some sleep.
>The next thing you remember is the sensation of having your hands bound to the bed posts.
>As you lay there strung across the bad naked, there stood Lyra.
>You pulled as hard as you could, but you were powerless. Weak and fragile as the day she violated you, you could only watch in horror as she had her way with you.
>Reliving that moment, every sensation and how she ultimately took away your trust, it was all coming back.
>Another night terror has come and gone.
>Turning on the lamp quickly, you grab some of your medication and pop another pill.
>It took a few minutes, but you eventually calm down. You wanted to rip your brain out and command it to stop doing this to you.
>But you thought of Pinkie, and something seemed to make sense.
>You had to go see her in the morning.
>Fortunately you were able to sleep the remaining time before you woke up at your usual time.
>You got up, ate, exercise and showered before you left the house.
>As you open the door, you noticed a package on your front step. It was small and wrapped in newspaper, no box.
>There was a note attached, it was from Fluttershy.
>You hope this wasn’t an angry package from her, you thought as you brought into the kitchen.
>There was an odd smell emanating from it.
>Reading the note, it says: Dear Anon, please accept this and nourish your body. There’s more where this came from if you want. Love, Fluttershy.
>Food? Why wrap it up and leave it on the front step?
>You unfold the paper as the smell starts to become stronger; it was actually becoming more rancid.
>Almost smelled like fish that’s been sitting out for a while.
>The final layers of paper were soaked in something slimly and stained the paper red.
>As the final layer was peeled you were greeted by the skinned carcass of two dead rabbits lying side by side.
Jesus Christ....
>The smell fills your nostrils. You quickly wrap it up in the package and take it out to the trash.
>You look around, seeing if anyone was nearby. Not just anyone, Fluttershy.
>No one in sight.
>You figure Fluttershy made good on your lie and decided to appease you.
>She killed an animal, just for you.
>Either that’s dedication or she’s really messed up.
>You’ll have to visit Fluttershy and deal with her after you see Pinkie.
>You clean up and as you left the house you noticed how gray and cloudy it was today. It was oddly quiet, not even the usual bird songs filled the air.
>Hurrying down the path through a lightly wooded area, you hope that Pinkie was at home today.
>You hear a twig snap and you stop for a second.
>Looking around, there was nothing to be seen aside from trees and the path that lay behind and before you.
>As you turned to keep moving forward, you were greeted by Fluttershy who was hovering right at eye level.
FUCKINGCHRIST!
>You stumbled backwards almost falling over, and you’re pretty sure your heart popped. Fluttershy lowers herself to the ground and walks up to you.
>She looks stressed, almost as if she hasn’t slept for a few days. “Hello Anon, did you get my gift?” She keeps her eyes trained on you the whole time.
Oh, you mean the uh-
>”The rabbits?” she smiled “I wasn’t sure if one was enough so I thought two would be nice. Did you eat them, Anon? A growing boy like you needs to eat and be healthy.” She nervously chuckles.
You didn’t have to get me anything, really...
>”Did you eat them or not?!” she spoke up.
>Time to weasel your way out of this.
Not yet, they’ll be my supper. Thanks Fluttershy.
>You quickly started to walk past by her but she flies right next to you, “Where are you heading to in such a hurry?” she asked
Got some errands to do, can’t talk, bye!
>She stopped in mid-flight as she watches you walk out of sight. You quickly glance back to see her flying in the other direction with her head hanging low.
>Thank God she’s gullible.
>As you approached Pinkie’s house, you could see the familiar pink pony rolling around on her front yard and apparently having fun.
>You walk up to her and she quickly hops up with a spring in her step, “Hi!” she greets you.
Hey Pinkie, got the day off I see?
>She nods her head, “What brings you here Anon?” she smiles at you. God damn that smile is contagious;  you couldn’t help but grin yourself.
>Scratching the back of your head, you realize that you don’t know wholly why either. Pinkie grins at you, “Are you keeping a secret from me, Anon?” she giggles.
>She assumes her pounce stance.
>You start to back away, “Woah, Pinkie. I don’t keep secrets from you!”
>This was her thing, she liked to rough house since you had the energy to keep up with her. Her tail shakes from side to side, like a dog ready to hunt.
Crap...
>You take off, jogging as quickly as you could. Your left ankle still couldn’t bend that much.
>Pinkie hops and skips after you, staying just behind you, “I’m gonna tickle you!”
>Oh God no.
Nonononono!
>You laugh while desperately plea to her, but she finally tackles you to the ground.
>Fumbling to the ground, she giggles and laughs while tickling you. You respond by tickling her.
>Rolling over each other, you both stop to catch your breath only for her to wind up on top of you.
>Looking at each other with smiles while gasping for air she finally asks, “Are you going to tell me now, Anon?”
>Her face was so close to yours, you could smell her natural musk which was light and very comforting.
Do you uh...
>You lick your lips, you’re all nerved up now. “Yes?” she looks at you with her soft baby blue eyes.
>Now or never...
Do you want to do something special tonight, Pinkie?
>Her face lights up, “Oh! Like a party?”
No, I mean... how about you and me go out and have dinner tonight? Then see where that takes us?
>Pinkie stares blankly at you for a minute, and then her expression turned soft with a distinct look in her eyes.
>”Well why didn’t you just say so?” Out of the blue, she brings her face right up to you and pecks you lightly on the lips, “It’s a date...”
>You chuckle nervously, blushing brighter than a stop light.
I never said it was date, Pinkie!
>She giggles and rubs her nose on yours, “Anon, you are so adorable when you act like that.” Her tail starts to wag slowly over your legs.
So... you’re not weirded out?
> “Of course not, silly! In fact, I thought you’d never ask...” she gives you that look again.
How does 6 sound?
>Pinkie snuggles into your chest, “Sounds like a plan to me!” she hops off you and says goodbye before heading back into her house.
>Now that has been taken care of, it was time to talk to Fluttershy and her gift.
>Heading to her house, you knew that this was either going to go bad or really bad. It’s like she can’t take a hint, or perhaps you weren’t being straight with her.
>As you walked to the front door of her house, you could tell the animals look shaken.
>Couldn’t imagine why...
>You knock on the door, and as if she was waiting, the door swings open and there was Fluttershy. “Oh Anon! You came to visit me! Did you want some more meat? I can get some fresh meat!”
>You put your hand up, stopping her from talking
This has gone far enough. I appreciate the gifts, but I don’t want you to hurt your animals for my sake.
>She looks at you desperately then she starts to smile weakly, “But if Anon likes to eat animals, then I should be good and give Anon what he wants, right?!” You can see she is clearly holding back tears.
I’ve been getting along fine with fish up until now. I’ve only said I hunted animals to... scare you.
>Her eyes turned to sadness and confusion, “Wh-what?” she meekly asked.
I... I’m not right for you, Fluttershy.
>”You lied to me?” tears started to flow from her eyes at this point. “I... I killed two of my... animals for you...”
Fluttershy, I’m sorry! I never intended for things to escalate.
>You start to rub your forehead; you’re in the deep end here.
Can I come in? There’s more we need to talk about?
>She sniffles, her mane hiding half her face. But she backs into her house, granting you access.
>Walking through the threshold, you enter her house. Something instantly caught your eye as you enter the living space.
>The walls were covered with framed photos.
>Photos of you.
>Photos of when you were recovering, settling into your house and more recently pictures of you hanging out with the others.
>A pattern you noticed was how any pictures of you and Pinkie where different. All of Pinkies head were covered with a crude cut out of Fluttershy’s own face.
>Fluttershy inserted herself onto Pinkie Pie, making it look like you were hanging out with Fluttershy.
>There were even pictures of you in your sleep.
>You literally felt your skin crawl off your flesh.
What’s with all the photos?
>She walks up to the wall of pictures, “Oh, these? A collection of you and all the good times we had together.”
>You give her the, Are You Serious look, her ears flatten, “I didn’t think you would mind...” she meekly replies.
>You kneel down in front of her and look her dead in the eyes. She looks surprised by how close you are to her, she begins to blush softly.
Fluttershy, I’m going to come out and say this but your recent behaviour has been appalling and further more...
>You noticed she closed her eyes, like she was in heaven are started to lean in like she was ready to kiss
Fluttershy!
>Her eyes open, “Oh! I thought you wanted... to uh... kiss...” the red in her cheeks intensify.
I swear to God, it’s like you don’t listen! Look, I’m... seeing Pinkie Pie now. You can stop this charade of yours.
>You could see in her eyes the utter devastation, “I... I don’t understand...”
>Of course you fucking don’t.
I. Am. Not. Interested. In. You. Fluttershy. Leave. Me. Alone. Understand?
>She fought back her tears and chuckled nervously, “I understand, but I won’t give up on you, Anon. My love for you knows no bounds.”
Too bad, you won’t receive any from me.
>You walked to the front door and before you open it you turn and gave her a fearsome look.
I suggest you take down those photos too.
>Opening, the door you slam it shut behind you as you leave. Fluttershy didn’t even attempt to chase you.
>Good. Maybe she’s finally figured it out.
>You head home, deciding you had to get a few things done around the house and ready yourself for tonight.
>Arriving home, you felt a bit peckish. Something to quickly snack on would suffice.
>Checking your fridge, you discover the apple pie Fluttershy gave you with your basket.
>Grabbing a spoon, you dig right into the pie and tasted it.
>It was actually really good. Not too sweet and it had the perfect consistency.
>You quickly take another bite, but something was off. This mouthful had a weird texture.
>Something stringy was in your mouth, but you accidentally swallow some of the pie.
>Whatever it was, part of it was being dragged down into your throat; almost like a piece of string.
>You reach into your mouth and begin to pull out a long thin strand. It was actually several thin strands tangled and meshed together.
>It was pink. You almost gag as you finished pulling out the long strand of hair from your throat and tossed it in the sink.
>There lay a long strand of Fluttershy’s hair, coated in saliva and apple filling. You spat into the sink. Even in your spit, you saw small shaved bits of pink hair.
>The entire goddamn pie was filled with her fucking hair.
>You grabbed the pie and threw it out the kitchen window, leaving only the pie plate behind.
>There was a note attached to the underside of the pie plate. The note read: I hope you enjoyed the pie, there is now a small part of me in you. Love, Fluttershy.
>You started to gag as you felt your stomach spasm. You flung your head into the sink and regurgitated the contents of your stomach.
>You could see even more pink hair in your vomit.
>Fucking Fluttershy.
Part 3
>You got ready that evening to hang out with Pinkie, but you had a feeling Fluttershy wasn’t ready to give up.
>As you stood in front of the bathroom mirror and groomed yourself, those thoughts pervaded your mind.
>Fluttershy was becoming more like... her. You felt yourself clenching your teeth and frowning.
>You could practically feel Fluttershy trying to invade your space, wanting to touch and grab you like a piece of meat.
> Just like that aquamarine pony...
>In the mirror, you saw something move.
>Calm down Anon, you just need your medication. You reach into the medicine cabinet and grabbed a pill.
>You stared at yourself in the mirror, gripping the edge of the sink.
>You look like you haven’t slept for a while yourself. Hopefully Pinkie will be forgiving of your appearance, she is very understanding after all.
>You finish getting ready and head out the door. You took extra pains to make sure all windows and doors were locked.
>Knowing that Fluttershy took photos of you while you were sleeping was reason enough to give her a thrashing.
>You weren’t like that. Sure you could get angry and yell, but you didn’t want to physically hurt anyone. Especially not after what happened a year ago.
>Fluttershy will have to learn to deal with this the hard way.
>You headed over to Pinkies place where she greeted you with open arms and a hug.
>Taking her to a nice restaurant, you both indulged in each other’s presence and had a nice conversation over dinner.
>You got to learn more about her, and she was interested to hear all about the world you came from.
>You both treated yourself to some after dinner wine as you carried on your conversation.
>She was a terrible drunk. You meant that in the best possible way.
>You both walk around Ponyville for a while; she had a way of making you forget your troubles.
>Walking her back to her place and saying good night she asks biting her lower lip, “Wanna come in for a bit?” she was still tipsy.
>Oh shit. Wat do?
>You could feel your cheeks burn in and you stammered, but Pinkie grabs a hold of you and literally tosses you into her home.
>Pinkie pushes you onto the couch and sits on your lap facing you.
Pinkie, I don’t know. I know you’re a pony but....
>You look into her eyes, and your heart just melts.
>Fuck what they might think back home, in your heart this felt right.
>Pinkie grabs your shirt collar and pulls you in for a kiss. Your lips meet and her kiss wasn’t forceful as you both embraced each other.
>Closing your eyes, you hold onto her as her tongue gently invades your mouth. She inhales gently and makes it clear she does not want to let go for a second.
>Running your fingers through her mane, and gently rubbing behind her ear she begins to moan softly through her kissing.
>Her hips begin to rub up and down on the bulge in your pants. She finally pulls away from the kiss, a trail of saliva trailing from her lips to yours.
>She plants her face on your neck, inhaling your scent and starts to nibble your ear and proceeds to tenderly lick your neck.
>You weren’t sure what to do next, but Pinkie grabs your hand and placed it on her flank. You began to massage her soft supple flanks, her moaning became louder.
>You breathed in her natural smell, her mane smelled wonderful.
>She slides off you and begins to clumsily play at your pants.
Pinkie, you don’t have to...
>”Please Anon? I promise it will feel really good.” She looks at you with her beautiful eyes.
>You didn’t want to be apprehensive about this, so you oblige Pinkie.
>Undoing your buckle, you slowly unzip your pants as Pinkie stares at you crotch in anticipation. All that was left was your boxer shorts.
>You undid the single button and out popped your erect member. Pinkie was almost mesmerized by it, but she quickly gets to work.
>She slides her tongue slowly from the base all the way to the tip, tantalizing the sensitive nerve endings.
>You grip the cushions on the couch; you close your eyes and steady your breathing. It’s been a while since you felt the proper touch of a female.
>Swirling the tip of her tongue around the head on your cock, she teases you further.
>Her hot breath envelops your member, but she softly speaks your name, “Anon...” causing you to open your eyes and look into hers.
>She brings her hot wet mouth onto your member and sucks the tip with a light audible sound. She shifts her focus between your dick in her mouth and to your eyes.
>Her tongue ravishes the tip of your cock as pleasure melts your lower body.
>She finally takes the rest of you into her mouth as you can feel the warmth and moist environment overtake you.
>She slowly works her whole mouth up and down your solid shaft; you can feel the back of her throat.
>Her mouth is sucking on your entire length, almost like it was trying to milk you for your seed.
>You instinctively reach out and place your hands on her head, rubbing your fingers through her mane as she did her work.
>You felt yourself on the edge as you couldn’t hold out much longer. You utter a few sounds and Pinkie knows what to expect.
>She bobs her head faster and you finally release your hot white seed into her mouth.
>You gasp is relief while her mouth continues to suck eagerly, not wanting to waste a single drop.
>Her mouth slips off your rock solid with a slight pop while she still tries to coax anymore of your seed out and laps up any remains.
Wow...
>That’s all you could utter.
>But Pinkie wasn’t done yet, she climbs back onto your lap, straddling you and holds her member with one hoof and places just the tip of it into her wet love hole.
>Biting her lower lip, she slowly gyrates her hips, teasing the tip of your cock with her warm velvety marehood.
>You placed your hands on her waist, wanting to push her down on you and feel her, put she pins your hands back playfully.
>Leaning in, she kisses you passionately while her vagina flows with her love juices all over your dick.
>She finally gives in and puts her full weight onto your cock, taking you all the way in to the base.
>It was much tighter and hotter than you thought; even Pinkie couldn’t help but wince in slight pain.
You OK Pinkie?
>She just brushes it off with a giggle and starts to slowly pull herself up, but pushes down even harder. You could feel her winking marehood contacting and squeezing.
>Pumping up and down, she starts to pant faster. The sensation was so intense, you felt like you were going to cum again even harder.
>She stopped pumping and slowly sank back on top of you. She wrapped her arms around your neck, inhaled more of your natural musk and grinded her hips right onto you.
>You could feel every bit of her vagina caressing your member as she kept you inside her. Pinkie was moaning even louder this time.
>Smelling her mane and the pheromones of her juices, you started to lift your hips upwards into her. She continued to pump up and down.
>Her pussy finally put the clamp on you as she yelped through her orgasm; you ejaculated along side with her.
>Her hot mare juices mixed with your semen as you could feel the hot mixture stir inside her.
>Both of you were breathing hard, eyes closed. You slowly collapse onto the couch with Pinkie laying on top of you.
>Opening your eyes, you look up t Pinkie as she looks at you and starts to giggle. You couldn’t help but chuckle yourself as you held onto her and gave her another kiss.
>Both of you feel asleep on her couch that night, basking in the warm afterglow of what transpired that evening.
>But the two of you weren’t alone that evening.
>A set of prying eyes watched as you both fell asleep in each others embrace.
>That morning, you woke up early and cooked breakfast for Pinkie. She woke up, beaming with energy and happiness that even threw you off guard.
>You spent a good part of the morning with her, and the conversation shifted to you and what you wanted to do with your life in Ponyville.
Well, for almost the last year I’ve been physically training myself and strengthening my body. The only problem is that my left ankle might not fully recover.
>Pinkie popped the question, “I’m sure the others will..” you interrupted
Not ot be rude, but I already tried. AJ thinks I might injure myself on her farm. Twilight doesn’t need help since she has Spike and her owl. Rarity would prefer someone that knows how to stitch and has a sense of fashion. Not to mention that Rainbow flies as its part of her job requirement. I also talked to the Cakes, but since you work there, there are no jobs available.
>Pinkie thought for a moment, “Well... you are super nice, Anon. Have you ever thought of working to help other ponies?”
How so?
>She jumps with excitement in her chair, “You could work at the local hospital!”
>Huh... you didn’t have any medical training, but you did know some first aid.
Would they even take me on? Don’t I have to go to school for that?
>”I know somep0ny that works there and I can put in a good word for you.” Her smile radiates.
If you think I should, then I’ll try. But are you sure they’ll want a human working there?
>”Well duh! You have something they don’t...” she paused, waiting for you to fill the blank.
>You gave her a blank stare. You were sometimes slow like that.
Uh....
>She giggles, “Your hands, silly! A human with your talents and magical hands like that...” she flashes a wink at you “... is sure to be an asset to the medical team!”
>She did have a point, but it was too soon to tell.
>You both went to the hospital and Pinkie did what she could to convince them to hire you. They seemed reluctant at first, but they were willing to train you and see how well you do.
>You gave Pinkie a huge hug and a kiss in front of the doctors. They were right to look a tad bit confused, but it wasn’t long before everyone knew that Pinkie was dating the local human.
>The next couple of weeks were the best. You began to learn more about pony anatomy and soon you would be able to help out your fellow... pony.
>And the best part is, no Fluttershy. She hasn’t shown her face ever since your last encounter. You knew she would eventually give up.
>You couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for her. Poor thing lives all by herself with her critters; it has to be lonely up there. Maybe if she wasn’t so crazy, then she could find a nice stallion.
>You spent more time with Pinkie as well and got to know her. You hanged out with the others occasionally, but you felt Fluttershy should be the one to apologize first before you would see her again.
>When you asked the others about Fluttershy, they said she didn’t show up around that much, but her behaviour wasn’t that odd recently either.
>Weeks later, the doctors were glad that you’ve been making progress. You weren’t a real doctor, but you could perform fine motor skills that would require a unicorn and lots of concentration.
>Soon you were helping ponies recover, and you even spent some of your extra time volunteering with the patients and the little colts and fillies.
>You read stories to them, played games and with the doctors permission took them out for a walk and buy them ice-cream.
>Things were going pretty smoothly. Yet all good things come to an end.
>Pinkie Pie was overjoyed to announce that her and the Cakes won a preliminary baking contest and would travel to Equestria for one of those contests.
>They would be gone for over a week, and you could tell Pinkie was upset that you couldn’t go. It was fortunate enough the Cakes knew someone else to watch the shop and run things while they were gone, but Pinkie had to go with them.
>You and Pinkie spent some time together the day before she had to leave. She asked you to occasionally do some house sitting for her until she comes back, just to make sure things are OK. You were even free to sleep at her house.
>Giving you a set of keys to her house, you spent the night together one last time.
>That morning, you helped Pinkie get her stuff together and brought her to the train station where the Cakes were waiting.
>You gave her a final kiss and hug goodbye, and reassured you will be waiting for her and how much you’ll miss her.
>You waved to her as she poked her head out of the train window. Even as the train slowly departed from the station you slowly walked on the board until it ended, keeping up with her until the end.
>Watching as the train was out of sight, you went about your usual business, hoping the best for Pinkie and the Cakes.
>The next few days were nothing special; you went to work at the hospital to further develop your trade and occasionally went to see Twilight and her friends.
>One evening, a late thunder shower decided to make an appearance in Ponyville. You figured you could stay at Pinkies place and watch it for the night.
>You packed nothing more than some books and your PJ’s as you stayed over at her house. The rumbling of the thunder and the light rapping sound of the rain against the glass windows was gentle on the senses.
>You made yourself comfy on the couch and even started up the fireplace.
>Comfy mode engaged.
>You were reading for a while and you noticed the rain picked up and the thunder grew louder; the sound of the wind howling was making itself known.
>There is a knock at the door.
>Putting the book down, you head to the door. Opening it, who else was it but Fluttershy.
>You looked at each other, but said nothing. Fluttershy was soaked to the bones and was shivering. She had a small gift basket with her.
>Tilting her head down, she closed her eyes and said, “I’m sorry....”
>You didn’t say anything at first, you just wanted to be sure if she was serious about this.
For?...
>She looks up to you, sniffling, “For everything, Anon. I just hope you can forgive me.” She begins to sob, looking at the ground.
>”I hope you and Pinkie are happy together.” She begins to turn around and walk away. Against your better judgement, you stop her.
Come on, let’s get you dried up.
>Picking up the gift basket, you escort her inside and grab a fresh towel.
>You sit down with her in front of the fireplace and rub down her mane and back. You let her do the rest herself as you give her an incredulous look
It’s one thing to apologize to me, but to do so in a storm? Couldn’t it have waited until later?
>She shakes her head, “No, I just couldn’t bear the thought of you hating me. I had to come see you.”
How did you know I was even here?
>”Twilight told me.” She replies.
>You should’ve figured telling twilight probably wasn’t a good idea. You focus attention back to Fluttershy.
But you do understand why you’re apologizing, right?
>She nods, “I just hope we could be still be.... friends?” she glances at you with a cute smile.
>You couldn’t help but smirk yourself.
I would like that very much.
>She smiles at you, “Thank you.”
>You both sit there for a moment in front of the fireplace while her fur and feathered wings dry up, “Oh! I brought you guys a gift.”
>She grabs the gift basket that was placed on the table and pulls off the cloth, two bottles of red wine and 2 crystal wine glasses.
>”I thought that since both of you were getting serious, then I should happy for you.” Her expression became that of more reverence and happiness.
That’s really nice of you, Fluttershy.
>You picked up one of the bottles inspecting it. Looked very nice indeed.
> Fluttershy perked up, she was glad to hear you say that, “How about we share a bottle as a token of our new friendship? Starting on the right foot?”
Sounds like a plan.
>You didn’t like wine that much, but it couldn’t hurt to expand your horizon.
>You retrieve a wine opener and with a pop, the cork comes out. You pour the deep crimson liquid into both glasses and hand her one.
>”To a new friendship” chirps Fluttershy.
>You just smile and tap the glass against hers. Taking a sip of the wine, it was nicely full bodied and aromatic and a bit tolerable in its overall taste.
>You weren’t a connoisseur of wine, but this was a pleasant surprise.
>Fluttershy took a deep gulp of the wine and gives a small hiccup. She giggles.
I didn’t take you for a wine drinker.
>She takes another sip, “Oh, there’s a lot you don’t know about me, Anon.”
Guess I don’t.
>The next couple of hours, you and Fluttershy talked. Drinking wine and talked. You got to learn a bit more about her, as she did of you.
>You couldn’t help but wonder what really happened that made her turn a new leaf.
>Both of you were so enthralled in each other’s conversation, that you didn’t even realize that you both finished off the second bottle of wine.
Oops.?
>You held the bottle over your mouth seeing if there was any more; Fluttershy giggles at your attempt.
>Not realizing it was strong stuff, you stumbled over and fell to the floor. “Timbeeerrr” Fluttershy laughed.
>Laughing like an idiot as well, you picked yourself up and looked at the time. It was almost midnight.
It’s late, better call it a night.
>The storm was still going strong outside. Fluttershy looked like she had more than her fair share of alcohol. She staggered as she got up and looked outside, “I better get going I guess.”
Well, I couldn’t let you do that. I’m sure there’s a spare room you can bunk in for tonight.
>”Oh no, I couldn’t do that. I wouldn’t want to be a bother, especially in Pinkie’s house.”
Pinkie would do it for anyone, don’t worry about it. Let’s get you to bed.
>You pick her up in your arms and clumsily walk up the stairs. She giggled in your arms and rested her head snuggly on you.
>It was weird, but there was something about her natural scent that made you.... think certain thoughts.
>You probably just miss Pinkie and can’t wait for her to get back.
>Arriving at the guest bedroom you plop Fluttershy down and lean in the doorway.
Whoever gets up last makes breakfast, agreed?
>She nods her head as she finds her way under the covers.
Goodnight.
>You slowly close the door behind you as you leave, “Goodnight, Anon” Fluttershy replies.
>The door closes with a click and you head to Pinkies room. You take off your top, but leave the PJ bottoms on.
>Closing the bedroom door, you tuck yourself in and peacefully drift away. Happy that Fluttershy has made her peace and that you can expect Pinkie back in a few days.
>Nothing could go wrong, right?
>Stirred out of your sleep, you slowly turn to adjust yourself but your hands were held fast.
>You woke up instantly and tugged. You hands were bind to the bed posts, as were your legs and ankle. It was still dark in the room.
>Flashbacks flooded your mind.
>That aquamarine pony came in the middle of the night.
>She violated you. Invaded you. Betrayed you.
>You breathe harder now and pull as hard as you could, but the cloth rope held fast.
>Helpless
>Immobile
>Exposed
>You thrash and pull, like an animal caught in a trap.
>Your mind race with wanting to escape, to be free, to run away.
>You need your medication.
>Fuck that, you need to get out of here.
>The door opens.
>You stare with intense horror as you see a pony stand in the doorway. She immediately closes the door behind her.
>You swear she was blue. In your mind she looked blue. It was Lyra.
No... nonononono you’re dead!
>She comes closer to you, a familiar voice speaks, “What’s the matter?”
Get the fuck AWAY FROM ME!
>The pony climbs on top of you, but you’ve struggled so much that you couldn’t put up much more of a fight.
>Tears stream from your eyes.
>Just leave me alone. A hoof softly strokes the side of your face, “You’re just having a nightmare. Poor babe...” the voice was becoming clearer.
>You start to scream. Something was forced into your mouth and fastened around your head. It was a  ball gag.
>”You shouldn’t yell, you’ll spoil the moment...” She spoke. You could see her long mane and her features became clearer.
>It was Fluttershy.
>She leans in close to your face, “Try to relax, sweetie... I’ll make you feel even better than Pinkie could.”
>You tried to talk but the ball gag made your speech incoherent. Fluttershy starts to delicately kiss and lick your neck and work her way down.
>”You have no idea how long I’ve waited, Anon... To feel this body; to smell and touch it.” You shake your head and kept repeating no.
>You could see her wings unfold as she licked your pecs, as well as inhaling your natural body odor. She rubbed her face all over you, trying to feel your body.
>Every inch of your being resisted and tried to make yourself numb to her. Closing your eyes, you thought about Pinkie.
>Fluttershy wasn’t the one to give up. She quickly moved down to your manhood which hasn’t reacted much to her.
>She giggles, “Let’s wake him up, shall we?” She slowly begins to massage your manhood. Her touch was tenacious, yet delicate.
>You kept thinking of Pinkie. Turning your head to the side, you open your eyes and spot a picture of you and Pinkie together on the night stand.
>Fluttershy leaned over and tilted i down, “Tsk tsk Anon, you’re supposed to be enjoying me right now.” She went back to her work.
>You couldn’t help but cry as she continued to roughly rub and stroke your dick which was becoming firmer by the second.
>This familiar sense of being roughly handled, to have your trust betrayed as well as your own body betray you; it was all leading back to Lyra.
>You swear you could see Lyra standing in the corner of the room. Her sickly demonic smile as maggots and flies oozed from her rotting eye socket as her brunt flesh peeled off and crumbled to ashed.
>You screamed into the ball gag as you felt your eyes roll up into the back of your head.
>Fluttershy was beginning to suck on your member in a rough manner. She was so concerned about getting you erect and keeping you there, there throat and tongue forcefully massaged your cock.
>Through the ball gag you begged her to stop, but your unintelligible babble fell on deaf ears.
>You seized your body in one last attempt to stop the pleasure from overtaking you. Fluttershy seemed to sense this. “Don’t be a naughty boy, and give momma what she wants...”
>She positions herself over your crotch, her dripping wet mare cunt winking and drooling for your dick.
>She drops herself right onto you; her tight hot love hole engulfs you in one gulp. She lets out a long moan, as if this was the most satisfying thing she ever had in her life.
>”This is... even better than I expected...” she gasped. She begins to pump herself, and your body reacts on impulse by letting your dick throb and twitch inside her.
>”Oh Anon, I can feel you inside me.” She groans as her body shudders. “I know you’re enjoying this too. Your body can’t lie.”
>She tossed her head up in wild abandon as she grinded her hips harder, pushing you further to your limit.
>You felt like passing out, but not from the pleasure. All the rage, sorrow, anger and pain you had to put up with fills your entire being.
>Her marehood squeezes tighter as she starts to orgasm, her juices flowing from her all over your crotch and filling the air with a rather sickly, yet erotic aroma. You started to bang your head around, trying to distract yourself.
>”I know you have to give in, Anon. And soon you’ll see things my way...” You kept thrashing your head, but your dick wasn’t agreeing with you.
>You desperately held onto a mental image of Pinkie as you came closer.
>You could only feel like part of you die as you climaxed and ejaculated inside Fluttershy. The look on her face was more than bliss; it was domineering.
>She had you right where she wanted you.
>Fluttershy fell on top of your chest, breathing heavily. Your vision was becoming blurry as you felt your head buzzing. As tears started to stream from your eyes, you faded away from consciousness.
>You just wanted it all to end...
>As you regained consciousness, it was morning. You were in bed, but untied and the ball gag was gone.
>In through the door strolled Fluttershy with a breakfast tray on her head. “Good morning sleepy head. You were so wonderful last night I decided to make you a special breakfast.”
>The nerve of her....
>She rapes you in the middle of the night, and acts like it was something you willingly participated in.
>She sets the tray on the bed and nudges it towards you; it was a glass of OJ, eggs sunny-side up and some toast.
>Not saying anything, you pick up the tray and look at it closely, then to her. You felt sick to your stomach. Moe than sick, you were fucking pissed.
>You throw the tray of food at the wall as hard as you could; the glass and plates smash and hit the floor. OJ splashed all over the wall and dribbled onto the floor.
WHAT THE FUCK?!
>That was all you could muster at that point.
>You stared at her, but she didn’t seem deterred “Now look at what you’ve done! You spilled your food, now I’ll have to make you more.”
>You clenched your fists. Oh how you wanted to strangle the life out of her, but you just couldn’t do that.
Shut the fuck up! You shut and listen to me.
>You paused; you should’ve known she couldn’t be trusted.
>You didn’t even know where to begin, but you had to start somewhere.
Get out...
>”But....” she spoke.
GET OUT!
>Her eyes widen, and she gave you a stern look. That same stern look that still haunted you ever since you met Lyra.
>You felt yourself frozen, almost in fear. “Are we done having a temper trantrum?”
>You didn’t respond, but just looked at her fearfully.
>”Good.” She went over to where the tray was and began to pick up all the pieces, “Anon, you and I had a special moment last night. I hope you realize now how childish you’ve been.”
>You finally speak up.
I didn’t consent to sleeping with you. You tied me up and stimulated me when I did not want it. That’s rape, and Pinkie will hear about this.
>Fluttershy looked at you with a sleazy look, “That’s not what your body told me last night....”
No shit, that’s how it reacts. That doesn’t mean I wanted to.
>Fluttershy continued to pick up the pieces, “Well, it doesn’t make a difference.”
What are you talking about?
>Placing the broken pieces on the tray, she sets it to the side and gives you that stare again.
>you stumble backwards and fall onto the bed. She promptly jumps up and stands over your body, her eyes seemingly go cold.
>A sinister smile creeps over her face and she strokes your face, you felt fearful to even stop her. “Oh Anon, you just don’t get it. Who will they believe? Sweet, innocent Fluttershy who never makes a scene? Or the two legged monkey that gets his kicks from dating ponies?”
Pinkie will believe me, and so will Twilight.
>”I doubt that, sweetie. They’ve known me for years, and only you for a short time.” She giggles, “I think it’s in your best interest to do as I say, or you’ll find yourself in a heap of trouble, mister.”
>She slowly backs off and jumps to the floor.
I... I can’t just stop seeing Pinkie.
>Fluttershy smirks, “Then you’ll have to come up with an excuse then. Just as long as she gets the message that you don’t want to see her.”
>She walks up to the door, stopped and turns to look at you, “I have to go home now, I’ll be expecting you to come see me once you deal with Pinkie.” She winks at you and leaves the room. You could hear her leave the house as the front door slams shut.
>You sat there at the edge of the bed in total disarray of what transpired. Looking at the nightstand, you see the picture frame that lay down on its front.
>Grabbing it, you remember it was a picture of you and Pinkie. Tear drops fell onto the glass of the picture frame as you looked at it.
>You hugged the picture as you quietly cried to yourself, feeling it was the closest thing to Pinkie at the moment.
Part 4
>You spent a good part of the morning cleaning up the mess when you threw the tray across the room.
>It was hard to get the scent of Fluttershy off of the bed sheets, you contemplated just throwing them out.
>Once the house was back in order and everything was cleaned up, you locked up the house and headed back to your place.
>All you could think about was how to get yourself out of this situation. How serious was it if Fluttershy went to the authorities and her friends claiming you raped her?
>Should you even risk telling anyone if she was bluffing?
>The uncertainty was making you sick to your stomach.
>When you got home, you wanted to do nothing. You had to get her smell off you.
>You ran a hot shower and stood there, letting the hot steamy waters cascade over you while you were deep in thought. Weighing your options, playing scenarios in your head of what might happen.
>You popped some of your medication but it only did so much to help with your anxiety. Pinkie was due to arrive tomorrow morning.
>You lay in bed for almost the entire day, praying, wishing and hoping that something will come to you.
>Nothing did.
>You barely ate anything that day, being all worked up with anxiety and anger did that to you.
>Then something came to you.
>There is ONE possible way of ending it all.
>You go to the medicine cabinet and grab a bottle of aspire. Taking them without, you head to the pantry and grab a bottle of the strongest cider you had.
>Placing the bottles next to each other, you engaged in a showdown.
>You don’t what to expect if you went OD, but anything is better than dealing with this bullshit. You can leave a letter saying what Fluttershy did to you.
>On the other hand, Fluttershy would turn it around saying how you were so ashamed of the rape you killed yourself and is trying to pin the blame of her.
>You didn’t want that to be Pinkies last thoughts.
Fuck...
>You stared at the medication and booze for a while longer. You didn’t touch them, just left them alone.
>This wasn’t how you’ll end it... not yet.
>You paced through the kitchen, sipping on some water. Thinking about what to do, you know there was no physical evidence that you could use.
>If no physical, then what else?
>It all came back to you.
>Princess Celestia casted a spell thing on you when she read your mind. It was almost a year ago when you first arrived in Equestria.
>She wasn’t quite able to find how you got there, but she was able to see your past and everything you experienced.
>She can look into the past and see how from your perspective Fluttershy violated you last night!
>You grinned and clenched your fist. All you had to do was send a letter to Celestia and she will know what happened, and then Fluttershy will be brought to justice and exposed for the sleazy dirt bag she is.
>You couldn’t contain your excitement; you had to go see Twilight and Spike.
>She doesn’t have to know exactly what happened; just as long as you make it sound urgent they’ll compose a letter than you need to talk to Princess Celestia and you’ll be given an audience.
>Putting on some proper clothes, you get ready to leave before it got too late in the evening.
>There was a knock on the door.
>Your heart skipped a beat; you had a pretty good idea who it was.
>Slowly approaching the door, you noticed the deadbolt was unlatched. Reaching up, you first secure the chain door latch. It locks in place with a click.
>You reach to slowly turn the deadbolt, but a sudden force pushes the door inward. It sounded as if someone tried to kick the door in by force.
>You fall backwards, but the door chain holds fast. Whoever was on the other side was pushing to try and get in.
>Peering through the door crack, you didn’t see anyone at first.
>Fluttershys face suddenly came into view.
>You jumped, and she clearly made this manic look about her.
>”You weren’t thinking of going anywhere were you?” her voice soft and gentle, almost maniacal.
>Getting back up, you butted your shoe against the bottom of the door and held your leg against the door.
>”I know you’re there Anon. Let’s not play games with each and just be honest with me...” she cooed.
I just needed to grab a few things from the store, that’s all.
>She giggled, and wasn’t letting up on pushing the door. “I wish you didn’t have to lie to me Anon... that’s not what being in a relationship is about....”
I know that, but I need to grab a few things from the store.
>”I can do that for you. We don’t want you running off, or running your mouth off to anyone.” She warned.
>You didn’t respond. How the fuck does she know? Is there a camera or a device she’s hidden in your house?
>”Anon, you weren’t thinking of going to see Princess Celestia, were you?”
>Your blood ran cold and your stomach became sick again.
>You could see her smirk through the crack in the door, “You were, weren’t you? But believe me, you can expect to be arrested before you can even send that letter”
>This fucking bitch knows your every move. She thought this through.
>She wasn’t just desperate, she was actually smart.
Fluttershy, please leave. I need to rest and see Pinkie tomorrow. I’ll say my goodbyes to her then.
>Fluttershy laughs softly, “I think it would be better if you didn’t see her and forgot all about her.”
Fluttershy, you talk about making me happy. Well this is all I ask you. Please...
>There was silence for a moment.
>”Alright sweetie, but don’t try anything. I’ll know if you do.” And just like that, your weight on the door slammed it shut.
>You instantly locked the deadbolt and went around the house securing all the doors and any possible place she could enter.
>You spent the next while checking every nook and cranny. You were convinced Fluttershy was somehow keeping tabs on you.
>Nothing showed up, she was just very perceptive.
>It would’ve been easier to go and kill Fluttershy in her sleep.
>You weren’t like that.
>As you went to sleep, you hoped that an idea would come to you. Something that will make everything right.
>You barely slept that night.
>As morning came, time felt like it dragged on forever. You dreaded having to see Pinkie only to say goodbye and so long.
>You ate and got dressed, and headed out to go meet Pinkie at the train station.
>As you stood on the platform, you looked around anxiously. You know Fluttershy had to be around, or perhaps had an extra set of ears and eyes.
>It wasn’t long before you could see smoke, and the train was coming into view. You glance at the clock tower, it was right on time.
>You scanned for Pinkie and the Cakes, and spotted them in the second cart as it passed by you. Making your way, you waited for the doors to open.
>Pinkie was the first one out and she looks like she’s about to explode with happiness. She tackles you to the ground with a hug.
>You held tight onto Pinkie, and you didn’t say a word to her.
>The Cakes walked off the train and with them was a trophy.
>”We won first place!” Pinkie exclaimed jumping off you to show off the trophy.
That’s great! Congratulations.
>You did your best to seem like you were happy as can be.
>You grabbed Pinkies suitcases and escorted her out of the station. Pinkie began retelling you about how the competition was fierce and how they barely won.
>Waiting outside the train station, you hailed a taxi and began to load up her belongings.
>”We’re going to celebrate later at SugarCube Corner. I’ll expect that you’ll be there?” she looked at you with hopeful eyes.
>Oh Christ, those eyes... This was killing you inside.
>You helped Pinkie get into the backseat of the taxi, but you didn’t step on.
About that... I’m going to be really busy. So I can’t make it.
>”Why? Is something going on at work?” she inquired.
No, it’s just that... I can’t really...
>She smirks, “Oh, you’re hiding something from me...” she wags her tail and proceeds to tackle you.
Pinkie!
>Pinkie lands on top of you and tickles you, through some of your chuckling you push her off
Stop it, Pinkie! Christ, you can’t take anything seriously.
>”What’s wrong?” she asked as her expression became more confused and saddened.
>Clenching your fists, you close your eyes and felt your body tightening up. This was the most painful thing you could imagine doing to someone you cared about.
I... I don’t want to see you ever again...
>”What?” she asked quietly looking up at you.
I’m sorry Pinkie, but I have to go.
>You begin to walk away and hear a pop sound. Looking back, Pinkie’s mane seemed to deflate. The look of utter sadness over took her.
>You started to jog away and you didn’t look back.
>As you returned home, you couldn’t hate anyone but yourself.
>How could you let this happen? Why did you trust Fluttershy?
>You slam your fist against the door before unlocking it. Taking off your boots, you head to the pantry to grab that hard cider.
>Fluttershy was in the kitchen waiting for you. You weren’t surprised by the fact she was there.
How the fuck do you get into my house!? I’m going to change the locks, I swear to God.
>”Did you tell her?” she asked inquisitively.
Yeah
>That was all you wanted to say as you grabbed the cider and began to take mouthfuls.
I just hope you’re happy.
>She smiles, “I know you’re upset now, but soon you’ll see that my love is greater than hers.”
I LOVED HER, YOU DENSE FUCK!
>You slammed a fist onto the counter.
>She frowns at you, “You should consider watching that tone, mister. We wouldn’t want a scared little pony to go to the authorities.”
>Glaring at her, you take another swig of the cider.
>Fluttershy floats up to the table and sits at the edge, looking at you with a sultry look “You know, it’s kind of a turn on when you try to act forceful.”
You would think that...
>”I don’t think I have to tell you what to do. Better make good of your time” she laid back on the table spreading her legs and exposing her glistening marehood to you.
>”I think you deserve something to eat” she contemptuously teases you.
>Not seeing much of a choice, you kneel down in front of her and proceed to eat her out. You shudder with disgust at every lick, her musky smell overpowering your senses.
>Afterwards, Fluttershy rubbed your head and commented on how good you were.
>You went to the bathroom and brushed your teeth.
>She begins to head to the door, “Well, I’m off to celebrate at SugarCube Corner with the others.”
Good for you.... Hope you choke on cake....
>The last bit you muttered to yourself.
>”I’ll be the one to break the news to Pinkie Pie about our love. I’ll see you tomorrow, Anon.” The door slams shut.
>You stood there in front of the bathroom sink, staring at your reflection. You could still taste her in your mouth. She even had the nerve to cum inside your mouth.
>You started to gag and heave as you finally threw up in the sink. You looked at yourself again in the mirror.
>Your reflection was met with a fist as the mirror cracked and blood dribbled from your knuckles.
>At SugarCube Corner, the party was well under way by the time Fluttershy arrived.
>Twilight was first to greet her, “Hi Fluttershy, thought you wouldn’t make it.”
>Fluttershy greeted her back in her calm demeanor, “I wouldn’t miss this for anything. Pinkie always throws the best parties.”
>She looks around but didn’t see her anywhere, “Oh, where is Pinkie? Is she here?”
>Twilight took her off to the side, “Pinkie’s upstairs. She seemed upset, I think her and Anon had a falling out of some kind.”
>Fluttershy gasped, “Oh my, that sounds awful. How could Anon do such a thing?”
>Twilight shrugged, “I don’t know, but she insisted we have a good time without her. I’ll talk to her later.”
>As everyone in SugarCube Corner continued to celebrate the Cakes and their victory of winning the baking competition; Pinkie Pie was upstairs alone in her room.
>No one else, no laughing, no smiles.
>All she could think about was you.
>Later that night as you lay in bed, you were looking at some of the photos you had on Pinkie.
>You hear someone unlocking the door and closing it behind them. You knew who it was and didn’t bother to say hello.
>Fluttershy made her way upstairs with two bags, “Hello Anon. I brought something for you.”
No thanks
>She puts the bags down and lays beside you on the bed, “Oh Anon, I know how hard this must be for you. But you and I are starting a new life together.”
I prefer the one I had with Pinkie...
>She spots the photos you were holding and quickly snatches them. You reach out to grab them, but she’s already ripping them to pieces.
>To add insult to injury, she keeps them to make sure you would tape them back together. “All you need is me now, Anon. I’ll be sure to take good care of you!” she smiled.
>She goes into one of her bags and pulls out picture frames of herself and places them around the room.
>You sit there and watch her with a dead stare while she goes about.
>”There.” She chirps as she places the last one on the night stand, “We need to get some pictures of us together.” She blushes.
>”Oh, and one last thing.” She goes into the other bag and pulls out a small welcome gift basket of fruit.
>She must have a gift basket fetish.
What’s that for?
>”This is a welcome gift basket for me. This is to commemorate me being welcomed into your home.”
>First this bitch tricks you and now she’s making herself welcome in your home.
>Fluttershy smiles at you, “Of course, you can help yourself. I heard eating fruit makes you taste even better.” She winks at you.
Goodnight.
>She walks up to your side, “I’ll be going home now, I’ll see you first thing in the morning Anon.” She pecks one lightly on the cheek.
>She turns her face, expecting the favour to be returned.
>You don’t say anything. “Ahem...” she coughs.
>With a groan, you peck her on the cheek and her cheeks tint a rosy colour. “That’s a good boy. Good night!”
>With that she leaves and you hear the door open and close with a quick of the lock.
>Good boy
>That’s rich.
>Grabbing the fruit basket you look at its contents. Pretty mundane, just some typical pineapple, bananas, cherries grapes and strangely enough, prunes.
>You hated prunes. They always made your gut gurgle loudly.
>Suddenly, an idea.
>It was so stupid it could work.
>But it had to wait until morning.
>Sleeping easier that night, you plotted out your scheme carefully.
>As morning came, you got up early and exercised. You ate an extra serving of oats this morning; gonna need the energy.
>Of course, your breakfast wasn’t complete without a couple of prunes. Cleaning them off you noisily smack and chomp down the fruit.
>You didn’t care for the taste, but you had to make something sound convincing to Fluttershy.
>As you expected, Fluttershy came to the door. “Good morning anon? Sleep well.”
Better than usual, listen I need to do some shopping. Wanna come with me?
>She seemed excited at the thought; starting the day by being with you and shopping? What’s not to love?
>It sometimes didn’t take much for Fluttershy to get distracted.
>You grabbed your things, your jacket and a long list of items and groceries.
Shall we?
>She nods and the two of you head to Ponyville.
>You made casual conversation, but didn’t want to sound out of the ordinary. As you approached the store, you could feel the prunes doing their work.
>As you enter the store, you grab a cart and begin to casually stroll around and grab items as you went. You could see the bathrooms in the back of the store.
>It’s ShowTime.
>You drop to one knee as your stomach continued to gurgle and groan, “Anon! What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
It’s my gut... I gotta go now..
>”You’re not leaving now are you?” she asked desperately.
No, I need the bathroom... I gotta do my thing...
>You got up to your feet and stumble your way to the back with the help of Fluttershy. “Don’t try anything funny now Anon, I’ll be watching the front door.”
>The groaning and gurgling in your stomach became so loud even Fluttershy was spooked by it, “Oh... my...” she whimpers.
I might be a while; human digestion is a bitch sometimes.
>Handing her your shopping list, you ask if she could continue shopping. She reluctantly agrees, you push through the door and lock the door behind you.
>Phase 1 complete: Ditch the Bitch
>What Fluttershy didn’t know is that the colt bathroom has a window. Not a big one, but you could manage to squeeze through.
>In case Fluttershy was still hovering by the door, you make grunting and heaving sounds while you rattled the window frame.
>It was stuck, but with a bit of force you manage to slide it over. You lift yourself up and begin to pull yourself through.
>It was a bit arduous, but you manage to plop out the window and landed in the alley behind the store.
>You jogged as quickly as you could away from the store and towards the SugarCube Corner.
>It wasn’t far away and you quickly walk through the front door, there you see Mrs. Cake working the register.
>Gasping for air, you manage to speak
Where’s... Pinkie...?
>Mr. Cake was walking out of the back door holding Pound Cake, “I think you need to leave. She’s still upset about what happened.”
I need to talk to her! You better not stop me or God help me...
>You looked at their horror struck face. This wasn’t going to get you anywhere.
I’m sorry. But it’s urgent that I see her. I don’t have much time.
>”She’s upstairs, deary.” You nod with a thank you and climb the stairs to her room.
>You knock three times on the door
Pinkie?
>At this time, Fluttershy was walking through the aisles and gradually picking up each item according to your list.
>She spotted something that wasn’t clearly defined and thought about going back to ask you.
>”Was it the low-fat or the low-carb that he wanted?” she muttered to herself.
>But an idea occurred; why not buy both for Anon? He’ll be so happy that you generously bought him both.
>Crisis adverted.
>You knock again at the door
Pinkie, please open up. I want to talk with you. I need to see you. I’m so sorry for what happened, but it’s important that you listen to me.
>You waited a few moments, but it seems she wasn’t going to answer.
>Your heart sank as you began to descend the stairs. You hear the door knob click.
>Turning around you look up to see Pinkie looking down at you, her eyes filled with tears.
>It crushed you to see her like this.
Pinkie... I’m so sorry.
>Feeling the tears welling up in your eyes, you walk back up the stairs. She manages to smile at you.
>You reach your arms around her and hugged as tears rolled down your cheek.
>You both didn’t say anything for a while, just crying softly and never wanting to let go.
I love you... Please forgive me, Pinkie. No matter what it takes, I will make it up to you.
>”Do you promise?” she asked through her sniffles.
I pinkie promise...
>Her mane seemingly went ‘poof’ as she smiled at you through her tears.
I need to tell you something, I don’t have much time.
>You enter the room and close the door behind you.
Pinkie, I am going to tell you what happened. But I need you to trust me on this and not tell anyone else with an exception.
>She nods, “I’ll try Anon.”
>Taking a deep breath, you begin to recount the events of what transpired while she was gone.
>It was hard for her to accept at first, she knew Fluttershy for a long time and that seemed really out of character for her.
Pinkie, I’ve seen this behaviour back where I come from. She’s a kind of sociopath! She only appears to be friendly, but she’s really manipulative. Pinkie, I know you’re hurt by this, but I love you and would never betray you or hurt anyone else by my own volition.
>She looks to the ground, but with a serious look she nods, “What can we do?”
Tomorrow morning, I need you to go to Twilight, and only her, and tell her that I seek an audience with Celestia. With her help she can look through my memory and see what Fluttershy did to me.
>Pinkie nods her head in agreement “Okie dokie lokie”
I have to get back to Fluttershy before she gets suspicious.
>You begin to leave, but you turn around and give her a quick kiss.
No matter what, I will always love you.
>She giggles, “So will I.”
>You head down the stairs, but Pinkies catches your attention, “Anon... I forgive you.”
>With a nod and a smile, you quickly head downstairs. Giving the Cakes many thanks for letting you see Pinkie you head back to the store.
>Fluttershy by this time was done with your shopping list and was heading back to check up on you.
>You hobbled down the street as quickly as you could. Of all times for your left ankle to be gimped....
>You push yourself harder, not knowing if Fluttershy was onto you.
>Fluttershy was approaching closer to the bathrooms.
>You could see the store in the distance.
>Fluttershy knocks on the door, “Anon, how are you doing in there?”
>No response.
>”Anon? Are you OK? Anon?!”
>No response still.
>You were so close to the window, just a bit further.
>”Oh my goodness! Um... sir!” she called a grocery clerk over. “Yes ma’am?” he answered in a gruff voice.
>”Someone I know is in there but he’s not responding. I need this door open!” she urged him.
>He pulls out a huge ring of keys and begins to go through them. “Nope, not that one...” he mutters as he tries the next one.
>Sweating bullets, you hope into the window and squirm like a motherfucker to get in. Unfortunately, your grunting was heard.
>”Oh! I hear him! Anon are you OK?” Fluttershy calls out.
I’m fine!
>Your hips were stuck.
>You squirm and pull, until finally you fall into the bathroom and your pants hanging down your ankles.
>The clerk finally gets the right key and unlocks the bathroom door.
>Gotta think fast.
>Pulling down your boxer shorts, you sit on the toilet.
>Fluttershy can only see you sitting on the toilet all sweaty and the clerk gets this shocked look on his face.
A little privacy please?!
>The clerk instantly closes the door. “Sorry about that sir! Are you OK in there?”
Yeah, I’m just about done. I tend to fall asleep when this happens.
>”Thank you sir.” Fluttershy compliments the clerk. “I’ll go buy this stuff, just meet me at the front door OK?”
Thank you Fluttershy, you’re a life saver.
>You could hear her walk away, and your bowels actually gave way.
>Meeting Fluttershy outside, you apologize to her for scaring her like that. You lied to her saying it was something that happens to a human once in a while.
>You treated Fluttershy to lunch after bringing the groceries home at a nice restaurant. She seemed to appreciate the gesture. “Oh my, Anon. You really know how to treat a pony.”
Well, it’s the least I could do for you since you bought my groceries.
>You just had to play it cool, until tomorrow. You could only trust Pinkie as this time to do her job.
>Later that afternoon, Fluttershy was getting frisky as you went home.
You know, we shouldn’t do it so soon. A human is much better to please after a full days rest.
>Fluttershy was playing around with you, “Come on, mister. You know that isn’t fair.”
How about this, I’ll cook you up a nice dinner to make up for it. Come one inside.
>You hang up your jacket at the entrance and began to cook.
>Fluttershy couldn’t help but admire and look at you with a twinkle in her eyes, “you have no idea how happy I am now that we’re together...”
>Not for long....
>After supper, you cleaned up and sat on the couch in front of the fireplace with her as you read your favourite passage from a book.
>”This is so romantic, Anon” she starts to yawn with a smile and pecks you on the cheek.
A relationship doesn’t have to be about sex, sometimes it’s just nice to cuddle and enjoy each other.
>She looks at you with lusty eyes, “Hearing you say that makes me... I feel like I’m going to leak...” she brings her lips to yours, but hers start to become frantic quickly. Kissing like a maniac while her tongue tries to invade your mouth.
>You slowly push her back with a sly look on your face.
Fluttershy, don’t spoil for what’s to come tomorrow. In fact, I hate to ask but I plan on redecorating the room with something more... erotic. But it’s a surprise so I’ll need you to leave for the night.
>She looks like she could faint, but with a blush on her cheeks she rubs her nose to yours, “OK, but remember no funny business.”
I promise, just remember that your patience will be rewarded and you’ll have the time of your life tomorrow.
>She pouts that she’ll have to leave, but knowing of what will come tomorrow she took up on your advice and headed out for the night.
>You stayed on the couch and continued to read, “Goodnight Anon!”
Goodnight
>On her way out, Fluttershy noticed something on the collar your jacket that you wore to the store.
>Upon closer inspection, it was a long strand of pink hair. A rather dark pink colour that wasn’t hers.
>She looked to you, but you were too engrossed by the book and too excited about tomorrow.
>Fluttershy quickly leaves the house without saying another word.
>Stretching out over the couch, you eventually fell into a sleep. You couldn’t wait to be with Pinkie again.
>But fate was sometimes cruel.
>You were awoken up a splash of cold water to the face.
>You sprang up but you hands were tied behind your back as well as your feet and you fell to the floor. There hovered Fluttershy with an empty bucket.
Did you want to try watersports, Fluttershy? Because I’m not into that.
>”Spare me your humour. Did you think I wouldn’t know?”
>Oh shit.
Know what?
>She frowns at you, “That you’ve been with Pinkie yesterday?”
I wasn’t!
>”DON’T LIE TO ME!” she screamed. It brought you back to that moment when Lyra was the exact same way.
Fluttershy, don’t do any irrational.
>She pulls out a strand of Pinkie’s hair, “I found this on your jacket, you must’ve been really close to her” she drops it to the floor.
>You look out the window, it wasn’t morning but it was soon going to be.
So, do you just want to do it now?
>”Anon, I should’ve known you would be weak. That Pinkie has been nothing but a distraction. I guess the only way to fix the problem is to make it go away.” She coos with this glazed look in her eyes.
I swear to God Fluttershy, you touch one hair on her head and I’ll make you regret it...
>You could feel the rage burning inside you.
>”I’m sorry Anon, but I already did. She’s just waiting for me at the lake. Imagine the look on everyone’s face when they discover her bloated corpse and your jacket.” She smirked.
>This bitch was going to frame you for murder...
You sick fucking freak! You’re going to have to untie me at some point, and when you do I’ll-
>Fluttershy slams a ball gag into your mouth and fastens it.
>You rage at her, but the gag made your words incoherent once again.
>”I better go now and take care of Pinkie, and Angel here will be guarding you.” Angel appears around the corner of the kitchen holding a huge cutting knife like a sword.
>Angel took up arms and stood by you and saluted to Fluttershy. “Good boy Angel...” she walks up to you and pecks you on the forehead. “You be good now, I’ll be back before you know it.”
>As you watched her leave the house, you screamed into the gag as no words could come out and tears began to stream from your eyes again.
>Helpless
>Weak
>Powerless
>Unable to stop Fluttershy from killing Pinkie.
Part 5
>You struggled to pull your hands from the binding, but it was pointless.
>You looked over to the white bunny that stood guarding; you made some grunts to get its attention.
>Angel walked over to you with a raised brow.
>You looked down at the ball gag and gestured he should remove it. Angel walked behind you and undoes the buckle.
>It comes loose and you quickly shake it off and spit the ball out of your mouth. You gasp in some fresh air.
Thanks bud.
>Angel went back to guard duty. You talked to him again.
Angel, if you can understand me you need to cut me loose. I have to save Pinkie!
>Angel folded his little arms and shook his head. Little bastard.
I’ll give you anything you want. I’ll make you the best damn salad of your life that Fluttershy will never make for you.
>Angel placed a paw under his chin, contemplating the idea. He shook his head.
What do you want? Just tell me and I’ll help you.
>Angel took his paw and with a slashing motion ran it across his throat.
Kill?
>He nodded, then proceeds to point out the door.
Fluttershy?....
>The white bunny nodded with a smirk.
You poor guy, you had to live with the insufferable pony for a long time. I would gladly kill her...
>Angels eyes lighted up with hope
But I’m not capable of doing something like that, but the best thing I can do is demoralize her and send her to jail. Make her regret that things she’s done.
>He began tapping his foot impatiently; he didn’t want to hear your humanitarian bullshit. You didn’t want to lie, but you had no choice.
But I’d be willing to make an exception in this case...
>Angel grinned and hopped over to your back. You could feel the blade saw back and forth and slowly, cutting the bindings off your wrists.
>As soon as your hands were free, Angel made quick work of the binding on your ankles. You nod at the white saviour.
Thanks Angel.
>He lifts his tiny paw in a fist and you lightly tap it with yours.
I swear, if she does anything to hurt Pinkie you can expect to hear something about it in the news.
>With that, you take off jogging as quickly as you could. The worst possible time to have a crippled ankle.
>There was a lake nearby that could be where they are. It wasn’t far away but you had to hurry.
>There was no time to alert anyone else, you had to save Pinkie.
>Taking a shortcut through a small wooded area, you jumped over fallen trees and under thick underbrush.
>Sharp plants and needles scrap your exposed skin as you navigated your way through. The dim light of the approaching Twilight help to show you your path.
>As soon as you cleared by the forested area, you had to run over some hills and you would soon be a the lake.
>Your lungs burned as you felt yourself dying for air and water. You kept pushing yourself, for Pinkies sake you kept going as fast as you could.
>As you climbed to the top of the last hill you could see the lake, and there in the middle was Pinkie tied up along with Fluttershy on a small boat.
PINKIE!
>You ran down the hill approaching the edge of the lake. Pinkie was drugged by Fluttershy, her eyes barely opened. “Anon...?” she quietly says.
Let her go, Fluttershy! It’s over!
>Fluttershy pulled out something metallic and long, it was a knife and held it to Pinkies throat. Fluttershy wasn’t fucking around, “Say that you love me Anon!” she yelled.
Fluttershy, it doesn’t have to be this way! Stop now or this will end bad for both of us!
>Your heart began to pound faster as you saw that blade press close to Pinkies neck.
>Pinkie was starting to come out of her drugged state “Anon...” she says groggily. Fluttershy strokes the side of her cheek, “It’s OK Pinkie, it’ll be all over soon...”
It’s me you want, not her! Just come over here and we can talk this over!
>Fluttershy focuses her attention on you again, “The time for talk is over Anon. You made me do this, and soon everyone all over Equestria will see you as a murderer. Decree your love to me now!”
>You clenched your fist and grated your teeth.
>Pinkie looked up at you weakly and with a smile through her tears she spoke, “I will always love you Anon...”
>This sends Fluttershy over the edge.
>You see the blade slide across Pinkies throat as red liquid spills down her chest. And with a push from Fluttershy, Pinkie goes overboard and sinks into the watery depths.
NOOO!
>Fluttershy begins to fly away. You take after her, but stop. You wanted to catch her, but Pinkie was more important know.
>You swam back home, but you weren’t sure how well you could with a recovering ankle.
>You wade through the shallows and quickly swim out to the boat.
>Time was ticking.
> The calm and peaceful tranquility of the water was broken as you swam the frigid water. The water around you was red as you saw bubbles rise from the depths.
>Taking a deep breath you dove down. You could see Pinkie slowly sinking down further into the depths, her eyes half opened as she looked up to you.
>She could see a shadowy figure descend upon her from above, like a mighty superhero.
>Reaching out, you grasped at her and caught a handful of the rope that tied her. You pulled her close to you and put your mouth to hers and breathed some air into her.
>That should hopefully help her and you began to kick with your remaining strength to the surface.
>Your lungs burned and cried for air, but you had to hold on.
>The surface was close, you were almost there.
>Finally you break surface and gasped. You held pinkie up; making sure her head was out of the water.
>You swam to the edge of the lake. The battle wasn’t over yet.
>As your feet hit the shallows, you carried Pinkie onto the grassy edge. She wasn’t responding and she was losing blood.
>You untied the ropes that bind her. You had to stop the bleeding. You looked around and saw your jacket that Fluttershy was going to use in order to frame you.
>Your medical instincts come into play as you begin to rip lengths of your jacket and apply it to the gash. You keep pressure on it.
>Pinkie looks up to you and smiles weakly.
I promise nothing bad will happen to you...
>Tears welled in your eyes; you lean down and kiss her on the forehead. She reaches up, and wipes your cheek.
>Picking her up and holding her delicately in your arms, you jog towards Ponyville and the hospital.
(Credit to Disc Ward for linking this song earlier: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xTs83Ej5nS8)
>She tried to speak, but you kept shushing her.
Don’t talk Pinkie, we’re gonna get you help and you’ll be fine.
>Heading over hills and through tall grass, the twilight around you grows brighter.
We’ll get you fixed right up... and we can be together again...
>You smiled. Pinkie loved it when you smiled. You can tell she was fading away.
No, Pinkie! Stay with me. You’ll get through this!
>Her eyes open up again, still half way only.
>Ponyville was in sight by now.
See? There’s Ponyville with all your friends! You’ll get better and we’ll have a big party to celebrate!
>You tried to chuckled, but your lungs felt like popping and you coughed instead.
>The sun hasn’t even begun to rise as you ran through the quiet streets. You wanted to yell for help, but you were so close to the hospital.
We’re almost there Pinkie, please hold on. Don’t let go.
>Pinkie gently grabbed a hold on your shirt and looked up to you. Even as you stumbled through the doors, the staff taking one quick glance and sprang into work.
>While you still held Pinkie in your arms she whispered to you, “... I’ll be with you Anon... Never stop smiling...” her eyes closed as a medical team swarmed you and took Pinkie away on a stretcher.
>You followed them, holding her hoof in your hand as you all travelled to the emergency room.
You have to stay awake, Pinkie. Stay strong Pinkie, you’re stronger than this!
>The medical team butted you out of the way and they began to hook her up to with IV drips and took her into the ER.
>They knew you worked there, but you weren’t qualified to go in there. You watched through the glass window as they worked to stop the bleeding, but she lost too much blood.
>They performed a blood transfusion, CPR and even bought the paddles out. You could only watch helplessly as her body jumped with each pulse they sent through her body.
>She wasn’t waking up.
>They deliver another jolt.
>Her heart monitor goes flat line.
>Your mouth hanged open as you see the doctors shake their head in disappointment.
No... No! NO! NOOOOOO!
>You slammed your fists on the door. She couldn’t be dead.
>All your efforts in vain.
>You open the door and rush to be by Pinkies side. You start to push on her chest.
Fucking breathe! Don’t quit on me!
>She wasn’t responding.
>Your vision becomes clouded with tears as you slowly stop.
Pinkie...
>One of the doctors came by and placed a hoof on your shoulder, “I’m sorry son. You did all you could. We did what we can. This is never the easiest part of the job, Anon.”
>You fell on top of Pinkie, crying on her chest.
>This couldn’t be happening.
>Through your sobs you looked up to Pinkies face, it looked peaceful.
I’m sorry Pinkie... I’m so sorry...
>For the next while you sat their crying while holding her precious hoof in your hand. The one pony who loved you was now dead, and it was your fault.
>No.
>Fluttershy had to be dealt with.
>You wipe your tears, and you knew what had to be done.
>You lean close to Pinkies face and softly kiss her on the forehead.
Goodbye Pinkie.
>You had to deal with Fluttershy.
>The morning sun was in full view by now and you ran to the local sport store that opened up and purchased aluminum baseball bat.
>”It’s going to be a nice day Anon, reckon you’ll go and hit a few out of the park” the store owner asked.
Yeah, you could say that.
>On your way out, you run the camping good store and bought a length of rope.
>You had everything you need.
>Nothing could distract you now from your objective. Find Fluttershy.
>She was probably waiting back at her house, which is where you decided to head.
>Holding the bat over your shoulder and the length of rope in the other you approach her house.
>Your face was stoic, not aggressive nor sad.
>There was no time to knock, you kicked in the front door. It swings open as the door frame splintered.
>There was Fluttershy, “Look who decided to come crawling back. I hope you’ve come to your senses, mister.”
>You didn’t say anything, you just dropped the rope to the ground and two handed the bat.
>”What do you think you’re doing? Are you going to kill me?” she taunted you.
That’s not my style.
>You head over to the wall and swung the bat, smashing a picture frame. Continuously, you swung your bat wildly across the room, smashing all and everything.
>The photos of you and her lay in ruins, all her possession shattered. You worked your way into the kitchen and broke everything you could.
>Fluttershy and Angel stood by and watched. She didn’t seem to impress.
>This wasn’t to necessarily piss her off, you just needed to blow some steam.
>You paused to take a breath, “Is that all? Are you done crying over your dead girlfriend?”
>Turning your head quickly, you reached out and seized her by the throat and clamped down hard. She yelps.
Like I said, I’m not here to kill you.
>Releasing your grip, Fluttershy drops to the floor sprawled out.
>You swing the bat up and bring it down with all your rage, anger, and sorrow onto her wing.
>Hearing that satisfying snap, Fluttershy cries in pain. You drop the bat and retrieve the rope.
>You begin by tying up her mouth and her legs.
Now here’s the deal. You killed the only one I loved in this world. But killing you would be the easy way out. So this is going to happen; since I have no reason to live I think it’s time I departed this life.
>Her eyes widened in surprise, she shakes her head with tears flowing down her face.
Oh, you don’t want me to die?
>You spit on her face.
Well you pushed me to it. I want you to suffer with the thought that your greed and suffering killed me and one of your friends.
>You pick up the bat and there was Angel, smiling but still hoping that Fluttershy would be killed off.
I got unfinished business, and I could use your help.
>Angel shrugged his tiny shoulders and hopped to your side.
>You could hear the muffled yells of Fluttershy as you left her behind.
>Getting into your house, you pull out and begin to write. This was going to be your final letter, a testament to what you went through.
>Detailing the accounts of when you first came here, to how you were held hostage by Lyra, and finally what Fluttershy did to you and Pinkie.
>You paused.
>Still in disbelief that Pinkie was gone you couldn’t help but shed a few tears.
>The drops hit the paper, but you had to finish writing. You gave it a set of instructions to follow.
>After finishing, you roll it up and hand it to Angel.
I need you to deliver this to Twilight as quickly as you can. Make sure Twilight goes to get Fluttershy first.
>He grabs the rolled up paper and gives a salute.
>With a hop, Angel bolts out the door.
>You look out the door with a sigh, and you look at the house one last time.
Well... it’s time.
>Grabbing some strong cider, you take a quick swig and begin to pour the rest of it around the house. You grabbed more flammable liquids and splashed it all over the wall.
>You will miss Twilight and her friends, that’s for sure.
>Taking a single match and lighting it, you take in a deep breath.
I’m ready...
>You toss the match and watched it sail through the air slowly. You could remember all the times you and Pinkie shared. How she made you laugh, smile, and how you felt whole when you were with her.
>The match lands on the floor, and the bright glow of the flame intensified as it spread quickly through the house.
>Just like old times...
>Angel knocked on Twilight’s door. “Who could that be? It’s still early...” she yawned.
>Opening the door, she looks down to see a little white bunny. It was Angel and he was urgently holding a note up to her.
>”What’s this?” she uses her magic to grab and unroll the scroll. The letter she read was as follows
Dear Twilight,
If you are reading this, I am already starting the last phase of my plan. I ended up here in Equestria unsure and almost scared. A human doesn’t belong in this world, which is why I wanted to leave. The most atrocious act I ever committed was killing Lyra when she held me captive against my will, and I had to live in a constant state of guilt. It is important that you know what Fluttershy has done, and you need to believe me. She is not the pony you think she is. When Pinkie was gone, Fluttershy deceived me and raped me in the middle of the night. She extorted me saying she would go to the authorities saying I sexually assaulted her unless I stop seeing Pinkie. Fluttershy killed her. She killed her friend in cold blood at the lake. I did all I could to save her, but she didn’t make it. I’m so sorry Twilight. I confronted Fluttershy and left her tied up so she couldn’t interfere with my next plan.
>Twilight was already in shock, this was too unbelievable. She flips to the next page of the letter.
I can’t live with myself, Twilight. Fluttershy took someone away from me, and I can only see myself joining her as well. You should go and see Fluttershy and let her know what’s happening. Let her know what she has done to me. By the time you read this letter, I will be dead; burned alive in my own house with nothing but my memories. This is the last time I will be speaking to you, Twilight. I will never forget the kindness and compassion you’ve shown me. I will miss you and the others.
Goodbye Twilight.
-Anon
>She could see the marks where the teardrops fell on the paper. Twilight was in disbelief. Almost panicking, Angel caught her attention and pointed to Fluttershy’s house.
>Twilight raced to her house as fast as she could, the words of Anon’s letter still fresh in her mind.
>Running into Fluttershy’s house, she found her tied up “What happened? What’s going on?!” she cried as she began to untie her.
>Fluttershy gasped as she winced and folded her injured wing, “Anon attacked me, but we have to stop him Twilight!” Her eyes glistened with tears.
>The two ponies ran out of the house and went to your house. They could see black smoke billowing over the trees.
>They were greeted by a roaring blaze that has taken over your house. Fluttershy’s and Twilight’s mouth hung open in shock.
>Fluttershy screamed and ran towards the house, but Twilight grabbed her by the tail with her magic “There’s nothing you can do! Don’t go in there or you’ll die too!”
>Fluttershy thrashed and pulled as hard as she could, but could only watch in horror as the house’s structure became weakened and collapsed ensuring your demise.
>Twilight couldn’t believe it. You were gone. She looked on with tears in her eyes.
>It wasn’t long before the others came, seeing the smoke nearby and all the commotion. Soon almost all of Ponyville came to witness the blaze.
>Twilight console her friends and told them what happened and what you wrote to her.
>Fluttershy was devastated and inconsolable. She would never forget for the rest of her life.
>From far away on a cliffs edge, someone watched.
>You lowered your binoculars and could still easily see the smoke floating high into the sky.
It’s done...
>In the beginning moments of when the blaze started, you grabbed a bag that you filled with supplies and left the house. You ran to the southern cliffs as quickly as you could.
>You didn’t care to find out how Twilight would deal with Fluttershy, but you hope she would make the right choice.
>You pack the binoculars away and looked up to the sky and spoke quietly.
If you can hear me Pinkie, I will do what I can to make others happy...
>With that, you hoisted your shuffle bag over your shoulder and headed south.
>South to AppleLoosa. From there, who knows where else...
>As the gravel made a crunch beneath your feet, you looked to the sky again knowing that Pinkie was watching over you.
>The wind whispered as dust softly wafts past you as you walked to the horizon.
> For the first time, you were free.
>Free...