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Stuck in a Rut: Pt. 4 (Flutterrape)

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>Your mother...
>That was a difficult tale to tell.
>You were such a young filly when all that happened.
>The sting in your chest from all those years ago...
>Returns once more.
>It is like someone took a pin and stabbed you straight through the heart.
>Only worse.
>You can't even describe it.
>Enduring it was a torture that no creature in Equestria could ever inflict.
>Just as you feel it start to subside, that day begins to flood back into your head.
>Once more, your vision fades into a pearly white.
“Mum mum mum! I'm 4!”
>Your mother turns to you.
>”And a good morning to you too...”
>”Flutters, it's 7am, can't you go back to bed?”
>With a sigh, you pretend to obey.
“Fiiiine.”
>Trudge outside the door.
>Carefully, make each step quieter and quieter.
>Then you run into your parents bedroom, and jump onto their sheets with a “Boo!”
>The pair of them exclaim in feigned surprise.
>”Okay okay, we'll get up now then.”
>A mixture of joy and adrenaline pulses through you.
>Everyone in your family is going to be here today, Grandpa and Grandma, your cousins, everyone!
>Rushing down the stairs you're greeted by 5 boxes of presents, but...
>There's something else in the corner.
>The mysteriousness drags you towards it first.
>A velvety-feeling clothe covers it, holding a wonder inside.
>A note on the top of it reads “Love, Mum”
>With a hoof, you raise the sheet...
>...and inside is a tiny little rabbit.
>With a gasp, you squeal in delight.
“Oh my gosh, he's ADORABLE! Thank you sososo much!”
>Open the cage.
>The rabbit jumps towards you, and you grab him in warm embrace.
>Your parents, holding hoof-and-hoof, smile warmly at you.
>”Happy birthday, Fluttershy.”
>It's a few hours later.
>Your family is arriving.
>They wish you a happy birthday, hug you, then begin to chat amongst themselves.
>”Alright, if everyone could make their way to the dining room?”
>Obeying your mother, a mass of p0nies make a commotion clambering into their seats.
>Sitting at the very end of the table, everyp0ny is looking at you, smiling warmly.
>You fidget in your seat, anticipation rising.
>Sitting in your chair you hug your baby bunny.
>Today is going so well.
>Your mother comes in the room with the cake, and all the p0nies in the room begin singing happy birthday.
>”Make a wish, Fluttershy!”
>With a whoosh, the candles are out.
>That'll be something you'll keep close to your heart.
>Before the cake is cut, you hear your parents quietly bickering outside, but it quickly stops.
>Your mother looks flustered as your father walks in with the knife to cut the cake.
>”Fluttershy, because you're such a big girl, Mummy and Daddy thought you could cut the cake.”
>”With Daddy's help, of course.”
>A nervous but excited sensation builds up inside.
>C'mon, you're a big girl Flutters.
>Dad grabs your forelegs, steadying you.
>Before you slice into the cake, a knock at the door turns you around in excitement.
>There's a chorus of screams.
>What's going on?
>The one person who isn't screaming...
>Is your mother.
>Crimson drips down her front.
>She simply stands, mouth agape and starts going pale.
>Your father rushes to her side as she collapses.
>”FLUTTERSHY! GO AND GET HELP, NOW!”
>Forcing yourself out of your frozen state, you rush out of your home, screaming for help.
>There's not many p0nies around.
>Your heart begins to pound as you search for a doctor.
>Where to look, where to look?!
>Fortunately, a sign points towards the hospital.
>Galloping as fast as your small legs will let you, at last you come to the building.
>You almost collapse outside the place, but you have to persevere.
“My mum's hurt, please c-come quickly!”
>Odd, you had never stuttered like that before.
>Four p0nies greet you.
>They pull a cart, holding two who you assume are doctors.
>”Hop in, little one. Show us where you live.”
>As the two p0nies pulling the cart gallop, you point them in the right direction.
>Your small eyes begin to fill with tears.
>A small whine escapes you.
>”Don't cry, little one. I'm sure your mother is fine.”
>Finally, you arrive at your home.
>Your whole family awaits you with a horrid look.
>All of them but your dad.
>A sinking feeling manifests itself in your stomach.
>The paramedics take in a stretcher.
>Hurrying in after them, something awful greets you.
>Lying in a pool of blood...
>...Is your mother, with your teary-eyed father looming over her.
>The doctor checks her pulse.
>”Young one, I think you'd best go upstairs.”
>Bursting into tears, you do as you're told.
>Inside your room, your baby rabbit sits.
“Oh Celestia... I ruined everything, bunny!”
>He squeaks sadly.
“I-I... What did I do to deserve this?!”
>As if he knows what you're talking about, he snuggles into you.
“You still don't have a name...”
>With a sniff, you give him one.
“I'm gonna call you... 'Angel'.”
>Just as you finish your sentence, you hear your father's agonized screaming down below.
>That's about the only memory of her that remains.
>You didn't even go to her funeral.
>The only “mother” was the soulless harlot your drunken father kept around for show.
>A trophy, to show he had “won” something.
>Whatever he had won, you still aren't sure of.
>She was awful.
>The days of harm turned into weeks, which turned into months, which turned into years.
>”You only fell down the stairs, Fluttershy. Didn't you, Fluttershy?”
>And you'd reply “yes, ma'am.” Each time.
>The slob on the couch would turn a blind eye every time he heard you cry out in pain.
>Was there even such a thing as “father” to you?
>In a way you deserved it...
>It was all for what happened on YOUR birthday after all.
>Everything was your fault.
>Outside your abode.
>The bell signifying the end of the day has rung.
>Today couldn't be any worse.
>For today is report card day.
>Pushing open the door in a hushed manner, you make your way upstairs silently.
>”FLUTTERSHY!”
>...Oh no.
>You dart upstairs as quickly as your hooves will let you.
>The thumping stamps from her assault every sense you have.
>Before you reach the top of the stairs, your hindlegs are flung from beneath you.
>Not only that, you're being flung down the wooden staircase.
>Close your eyes, brace for impact.
>A loud crack lets you know that your jaw split.
>A sharp signal of pain rings in your head, the bones crushed.
>”Where's your report card?!”
>It hurts too much to talk, so you simply hand her the sheet.
>You sit, shaking, rubbing your jaw in an attempt to soothe the pain.
>Her eyes scroll through the lines of text.
>With each row, her expression becomes more twisted.
>She discards the paper vehemently, then looks up to face you.
>”What is this? 'Fluttershy needs to try her best to not become distracted, she is becoming LAZY'?!”
“I... I don't-”
>”'Her grades are slipping, and if she keeps up this attitude she may fail.'”
>Before you can say anything in defence, a hoof strikes your face and you cry out in hurt.
>The mare in front of you grabs your face and slams your head against the wall.
>”How DARE you!”
>Without a second to even yelp, you're falling down the stairs, headfirst into the front door.
>The thing you call “step-mother” stands hyperventilating.
>Put a hoof to your head and look at it.
>...There's blood.
>”Your father and I work so fucking hard to put you through school and THIS is how you repay us?!”
“I-I'm sorr-!”
>She bucks into your side, crippling your right wing.
>”You USELESS! PIECE! OF! SHIT!”
>With each exclaimed word, she hits you again and again.
“Stop! Please stop!”
>Your face has begun to swell, you can feel it.
>With unrelenting force, the likes of which you've never seen before, she picks you up.
>Standing on her hindlegs, she throws you into the kitchen with a scream, your broken body destroying the table.
>The monster lets out a puff, satisfied it has taught you a lesson.
>It leaves you to lie there.
>You are motionless. After all, you can't move after that beating.
>Looking up, you see your father slowly walking by you.
>With a wheezy cough and a mixture of tears and crimson streaming down your face, you manage a few words.
"D-dad... H... Help me..."
>He doesn't even look at you.
>He just gets his coffee and sits on his chair.
>Just like always.
>Your fault anyway.
>She walks into the sitting room and kisses him on the cheek.
>Even when you went to flight school, your body pasted with bruises and cuts, nop0ny cared enough to notice.
>It was all part of the façade that was your childhood.
>You even saw your teacher look at you once.
>Observing the damage, as it were.
>And nothing ever came of it.
>That was probably why you had no-one but Rainbow Dash for a friend.
>And due to her self-importance complex, she had no intention of bringing anything up anyway.
>Self-centred cow.
>Some other details were sketchy, but...
>Maybe best not to recall them.
>Now you have friends and a duty to Anon.
>But he won't let you carry it out.
>Not that it will matter.
>You are a dedicated p0ny, and you WILL give him the gift he so righteously deserves.
>...Or, punishment.
>He did, after all, run from your kind heart.
>That calls for swift action.
>And swift action is what will happen.
>You arrive back in P0nyville, just as all its inhabitants begin to head indoors.
>Hopefully nop0ny but Rainbow Dash knew of what went down at the cottage.
>As you trudge through quietly, minding your own business, you catch sight of the beautiful Anonymous.
>Perfect.
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>You hear a soft giggle at the door.
>Who could it be at this time of day?
>Or... Night, rather?
>Probably just some kids playing a prank.
>Foals... whatever.
>Arise from your bed, still in nothing but your boxers.
>Walking downstairs, you see a small opening in the door.
>Oh shit.
>Has someone broken in?
>Trying your best to sound intimidating, you yell at your potential intruder.
“Who's there?! Don't make me come downstairs!”
>...
>No response.
>Well, looks like your one class of kickboxing may come in handy.
>Creep down the stairs as silently as possible.
>Before you get to the bottom, you hear another laugh, louder this time.
>Perspiration mode: ENGAGED
>A bead of sweat falls from your nose.
>The eerie quiet is broken by a tiny splash on the floor.
>Put another foot down onto the last stair.
>It creeks incredibly loudly.
>”I know where you a-are...”
>Oh.
>Fuck.
>Is it...
>It can't be.
>No, there's no fucking way, she doesn't know where you live.
>You turn towards you kitchen, catching a glimpse of movement.
>The thumping of your heart forces it into the back of your throat.
>Any more of this and it might just fall out.
>A clattering in the kitchen.
>Should you investigate?
>Or barricade yourself in your room?
>Option 1.
>As you step inside the room, you notice it's a lot chillier than it ought to be.
>Something rough smashes against your legs.
>You hear an intense crack and yelp out in excruciating pain.
>Falling, you smack your face against the floor.
>”Now, now Anon... Y-you've been a very naughty boy.”
>Turning around, you see a face you had hoped you would never see again.
>The yellow mare towers over you, her juices splattering the floor in a disgusting mess.
>Unable to move your broken legs, you remember what happened the last time.
>Your eyes start filling up with liquid.
“W... What do you want from me?”
>”I only wanted to make you feel g-good, Anon... That's all I ever w-wanted.”
>She brings up her hooves, then slams them down on your chest.
>”But you were a bad boy, and you d-didn't let me give you the gift, and I had to make sure this time.”
>She motions to your crushed legs.
>Content that you're not going anywhere, the yellow mare slowly slides her head down to your boxers.
>”Just relax...”
>She grips them with her teeth, and rips them clean off.
>”And let me work on you.”
>She puts her mouth over the head of your member, and begins swirling her tongue around.
>In a daze, you find yourself unable to move.
>Licking the banjo string, she stops.
>Sultry bedroom eyes lock with yours, as she engulfs your sex inside of her mouth.
>There's no resistance as she almost takes the full thing in her mouth, never stopping the motion with her tongue.
>You try to squirm a little, but her hooves are embedded in your chest firmly.
>The sound of a crunch taunts your eardrums, and brings extreme pain.
>Whimper slightly.
>She takes it for a moan, and shoves the full length of your shaft into her mouth.
>Unwillingly, you feel something coming, and thrust yourself forwards by reaction.
>She moans in pleasure as you unload yourself into her throat.
>”Good boy, Anonymous...”
>All you can feel is shame and betrayal.
>Hell, she didn't owe you anything, but that's no reason to do this.
>Her hooves are still placed firmly on your thorax.
>”N-now... we will continue.”
>Your eyes shrink to microscopic levels.
“Fluttershy... Please! Don't!”
>Slamming her marehood down onto you, she begins to grind.
>Side to side, front and back, all while her ass bounces on you.
>She notices you trying to turn over, then slaps you.
>”N-no! I already told you once to relax, so just fucking relax!”
>She brings her face to yours and starts to nibble on your ear.
>Whispers in it too.
>”You're... so... big~”
>She begins pumping.
>Clenching your sex with hers slightly, she starts slowly... up and down.
>Regaining some form of composure, you try to drag yourself away from her.
>It ain't happening. She punches at your shoulders.
>Why is it happening again?
>What did you do to deserve it?!
>Involuntarily let out a small moan as she continues to ride you.
“Wh... why do you do this?!”
>She scoffs at you, and keeps sliding up and down.
>Your body simply doesn't want to keep going.
>She realizes this.
>You've gone limp inside of her.
>With an angered look, she gets off of you.
>”You're w-worthless!”
>She slaps you again and spits at your dick.
>Leaving you in a mess on the floor.
>There's no motivation to get up.
>Within the space of 4 days, you have been violated.
>Twice!
>How the fuck does it happen twice?! And by the same pers- p0ny?!
>She's right.
>You are worthless.
>With that final thought, you lose consciousness in a puddle of bodily fluids.
>You're somewhere... but you're not sure where.
>Everything around you is a blinding mixture of blacks and whites.
>Wind blows loose leaves.
>The dead, dark trees sway.
>You walk.
>To where?
>It doesn't matter. Your legs take you anyway.
>Some buildings surround the area.
>They're all crumbling to pieces.
>You hear a low voice.
>It rumbles in an odd way.
>Yet...
>It sounds so familiar.
>”Behind you.”
>Turning to see Rainbow Dash, you run towards her.
>Suddenly, she fades.
>”Why can't you find me?”
>You turn again, only this time her colours are fading to black and white.
>Her face looks saddened, disappointed.
>Again, she vanishes into thin air.
>”Anon... why can't you do this?!”
>This time, she's nowhere to be seen.
>A small tumbleweed rolls on by.
“Where are you?!”
>Droplets of tears hit the floor somewhere.
>”You don't care about me...”
>Eyes begin to blurr.
>”I hate you!”
>The entire scene turns blood red.
>”I HATE YOU, ANON!”
>Suddenly, her face is right in front of you.
>”I HATE YOU SO MUCH!”
>Everything goes black, and the voice echoes.
>”Anon?”

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>Your mother...
>That was a difficult tale to tell.
>You were such a young filly when all that happened.
>The sting in your chest from all those years ago...
>Returns once more.
>It is like someone took a pin and stabbed you straight through the heart.
>Only worse.
>You can't even describe it.
>Enduring it was a torture that no creature in Equestria could ever inflict.
>Just as you feel it start to subside, that day begins to flood back into your head.
>Once more, your vision fades into a pearly white.

“Mum mum mum! I'm 4!”
>Your mother turns to you.
>”And a good morning to you too...”
>”Flutters, it's 7am, can't you go back to bed?”
>With a sigh, you pretend to obey.
“Fiiiine.”
>Trudge outside the door.
>Carefully, make each step quieter and quieter.
>Then you run into your parents bedroom, and jump onto their sheets with a “Boo!”
>The pair of them exclaim in feigned surprise.
>”Okay okay, we'll get up now then.”
>A mixture of joy and adrenaline pulses through you.
>Everyone in your family is going to be here today, Grandpa and Grandma, your cousins, everyone!
>Rushing down the stairs you're greeted by 5 boxes of presents, but...
>There's something else in the corner.
>The mysteriousness drags you towards it first.
>A velvety-feeling clothe covers it, holding a wonder inside.
>A note on the top of it reads “Love, Mum”
>With a hoof, you raise the sheet...
>...and inside is a tiny little rabbit.
>With a gasp, you squeal in delight.
“Oh my gosh, he's ADORABLE! Thank you sososo much!”
>Open the cage.
>The rabbit jumps towards you, and you grab him in warm embrace.
>Your parents, holding hoof-and-hoof, smile warmly at you.
>”Happy birthday, Fluttershy.”

>It's a few hours later.
>Your family is arriving.
>They wish you a happy birthday, hug you, then begin to chat amongst themselves.
>”Alright, if everyone could make their way to the dining room?”
>Obeying your mother, a mass of p0nies make a commotion clambering into their seats.
>Sitting at the very end of the table, everyp0ny is looking at you, smiling warmly.
>You fidget in your seat, anticipation rising.
>Sitting in your chair you hug your baby bunny.
>Today is going so well.
>Your mother comes in the room with the cake, and all the p0nies in the room begin singing happy birthday.
>”Make a wish, Fluttershy!”
>With a whoosh, the candles are out.
>That'll be something you'll keep close to your heart.
>Before the cake is cut, you hear your parents quietly bickering outside, but it quickly stops.
>Your mother looks flustered as your father walks in with the knife to cut the cake.
>”Fluttershy, because you're such a big girl, Mummy and Daddy thought you could cut the cake.”
>”With Daddy's help, of course.”
>A nervous but excited sensation builds up inside.
>C'mon, you're a big girl Flutters.
>Dad grabs your forelegs, steadying you.
>Before you slice into the cake, a knock at the door turns you around in excitement.
>There's a chorus of screams.
>What's going on?
>The one person who isn't screaming...
>Is your mother.
>Crimson drips down her front.
>She simply stands, mouth agape and starts going pale.
>Your father rushes to her side as she collapses.
>”FLUTTERSHY! GO AND GET HELP, NOW!”
>Forcing yourself out of your frozen state, you rush out of your home, screaming for help.
>There's not many p0nies around.
>Your heart begins to pound as you search for a doctor.
>Where to look, where to look?!
>Fortunately, a sign points towards the hospital.
>Galloping as fast as your small legs will let you, at last you come to the building.
>You almost collapse outside the place, but you have to persevere.
“My mum's hurt, please c-come quickly!”
>Odd, you had never stuttered like that before.
>Four p0nies greet you.
>They pull a cart, holding two who you assume are doctors.
>”Hop in, little one. Show us where you live.”
>As the two p0nies pulling the cart gallop, you point them in the right direction.
>Your small eyes begin to fill with tears.
>A small whine escapes you.
>”Don't cry, little one. I'm sure your mother is fine.”
>Finally, you arrive at your home.
>Your whole family awaits you with a horrid look.
>All of them but your dad.
>A sinking feeling manifests itself in your stomach.
>The paramedics take in a stretcher.
>Hurrying in after them, something awful greets you.
>Lying in a pool of blood...
>...Is your mother, with your teary-eyed father looming over her.
>The doctor checks her pulse.
>”Young one, I think you'd best go upstairs.”
>Bursting into tears, you do as you're told.
>Inside your room, your baby rabbit sits.
“Oh Celestia... I ruined everything, bunny!”
>He squeaks sadly.
“I-I... What did I do to deserve this?!”
>As if he knows what you're talking about, he snuggles into you.
“You still don't have a name...”
>With a sniff, you give him one.
“I'm gonna call you... 'Angel'.”
>Just as you finish your sentence, you hear your father's agonized screaming down below.

>That's about the only memory of her that remains.
>You didn't even go to her funeral.
>The only “mother” was the soulless harlot your drunken father kept around for show.
>A trophy, to show he had “won” something.
>Whatever he had won, you still aren't sure of.
>She was awful.
>The days of harm turned into weeks, which turned into months, which turned into years.
>”You only fell down the stairs, Fluttershy. Didn't you, Fluttershy?”
>And you'd reply “yes, ma'am.” Each time.
>The slob on the couch would turn a blind eye every time he heard you cry out in pain.
>Was there even such a thing as “father” to you?
>In a way you deserved it...
>It was all for what happened on YOUR birthday after all.
>Everything was your fault.

>Outside your abode.
>The bell signifying the end of the day has rung.
>Today couldn't be any worse.
>For today is report card day.
>Pushing open the door in a hushed manner, you make your way upstairs silently.
>”FLUTTERSHY!”
>...Oh no.
>You dart upstairs as quickly as your hooves will let you.
>The thumping stamps from her assault every sense you have.
>Before you reach the top of the stairs, your hindlegs are flung from beneath you.
>Not only that, you're being flung down the wooden staircase.
>Close your eyes, brace for impact.
>A loud crack lets you know that your jaw split.
>A sharp signal of pain rings in your head, the bones crushed.
>”Where's your report card?!”
>It hurts too much to talk, so you simply hand her the sheet.
>You sit, shaking, rubbing your jaw in an attempt to soothe the pain.
>Her eyes scroll through the lines of text.
>With each row, her expression becomes more twisted.
>She discards the paper vehemently, then looks up to face you.
>”What is this? 'Fluttershy needs to try her best to not become distracted, she is becoming LAZY'?!”
“I... I don't-”
>”'Her grades are slipping, and if she keeps up this attitude she may fail.'”
>Before you can say anything in defence, a hoof strikes your face and you cry out in hurt.
>The mare in front of you grabs your face and slams your head against the wall.
>”How DARE you!”
>Without a second to even yelp, you're falling down the stairs, headfirst into the front door.
>The thing you call “step-mother” stands hyperventilating.
>Put a hoof to your head and look at it.
>...There's blood.
>”Your father and I work so fucking hard to put you through school and THIS is how you repay us?!”
“I-I'm sorr-!”
>She bucks into your side, crippling your right wing.
>”You USELESS! PIECE! OF! SHIT!”
>With each exclaimed word, she hits you again and again.
“Stop! Please stop!”
>Your face has begun to swell, you can feel it.
>With unrelenting force, the likes of which you've never seen before, she picks you up.
>Standing on her hindlegs, she throws you into the kitchen with a scream, your broken body destroying the table.
>The monster lets out a puff, satisfied it has taught you a lesson.
>It leaves you to lie there.
>You are motionless. After all, you can't move after that beating.
>Looking up, you see your father slowly walking by you.
>With a wheezy cough and a mixture of tears and crimson streaming down your face, you manage a few words.
"D-dad... H... Help me..."
>He doesn't even look at you.
>He just gets his coffee and sits on his chair.
>Just like always.
>Your fault anyway.
>She walks into the sitting room and kisses him on the cheek.

>Even when you went to flight school, your body pasted with bruises and cuts, nop0ny cared enough to notice.
>It was all part of the façade that was your childhood.
>You even saw your teacher look at you once.
>Observing the damage, as it were.
>And nothing ever came of it.
>That was probably why you had no-one but Rainbow Dash for a friend.
>And due to her self-importance complex, she had no intention of bringing anything up anyway.
>Self-centred cow.
>Some other details were sketchy, but...
>Maybe best not to recall them.
>Now you have friends and a duty to Anon.
>But he won't let you carry it out.
>Not that it will matter.
>You are a dedicated p0ny, and you WILL give him the gift he so righteously deserves.
>...Or, punishment.
>He did, after all, run from your kind heart.
>That calls for swift action.
>And swift action is what will happen.

>You arrive back in P0nyville, just as all its inhabitants begin to head indoors.
>Hopefully nop0ny but Rainbow Dash knew of what went down at the cottage.
>As you trudge through quietly, minding your own business, you catch sight of the beautiful Anonymous.
>Perfect.
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>You hear a soft giggle at the door.
>Who could it be at this time of day?
>Or... Night, rather?
>Probably just some kids playing a prank.
>Foals... whatever.
>Arise from your bed, still in nothing but your boxers.
>Walking downstairs, you see a small opening in the door.
>Oh shit.
>Has someone broken in?
>Trying your best to sound intimidating, you yell at your potential intruder.
“Who's there?! Don't make me come downstairs!”
>...
>No response.
>Well, looks like your one class of kickboxing may come in handy.
>Creep down the stairs as silently as possible.
>Before you get to the bottom, you hear another laugh, louder this time.
>Perspiration mode: ENGAGED
>A bead of sweat falls from your nose.
>The eerie quiet is broken by a tiny splash on the floor.
>Put another foot down onto the last stair.
>It creeks incredibly loudly.
>”I know where you a-are...”
>Oh.
>Fuck.
>Is it...
>It can't be.
>No, there's no fucking way, she doesn't know where you live.
>You turn towards you kitchen, catching a glimpse of movement.
>The thumping of your heart forces it into the back of your throat.
>Any more of this and it might just fall out.
>A clattering in the kitchen.
>Should you investigate?
>Or barricade yourself in your room?
>Option 1.
>As you step inside the room, you notice it's a lot chillier than it ought to be.
>Something rough smashes against your legs.
>You hear an intense crack and yelp out in excruciating pain.
>Falling, you smack your face against the floor.
>”Now, now Anon... Y-you've been a very naughty boy.”
>Turning around, you see a face you had hoped you would never see again.
>The yellow mare towers over you, her juices splattering the floor in a disgusting mess.
>Unable to move your broken legs, you remember what happened the last time.
>Your eyes start filling up with liquid.
“W... What do you want from me?”
>”I only wanted to make you feel g-good, Anon... That's all I ever w-wanted.”
>She brings up her hooves, then slams them down on your chest.
>”But you were a bad boy, and you d-didn't let me give you the gift, and I had to make sure this time.”
>She motions to your crushed legs.
>Content that you're not going anywhere, the yellow mare slowly slides her head down to your boxers.
>”Just relax...”
>She grips them with her teeth, and rips them clean off.
>”And let me work on you.”
>She puts her mouth over the head of your member, and begins swirling her tongue around.
>In a daze, you find yourself unable to move.
>Licking the banjo string, she stops.
>Sultry bedroom eyes lock with yours, as she engulfs your sex inside of her mouth.
>There's no resistance as she almost takes the full thing in her mouth, never stopping the motion with her tongue.
>You try to squirm a little, but her hooves are embedded in your chest firmly.
>The sound of a crunch taunts your eardrums, and brings extreme pain.
>Whimper slightly.
>She takes it for a moan, and shoves the full length of your shaft into her mouth.
>Unwillingly, you feel something coming, and thrust yourself forwards by reaction.
>She moans in pleasure as you unload yourself into her throat.
>”Good boy, Anonymous...”
>All you can feel is shame and betrayal.
>Hell, she didn't owe you anything, but that's no reason to do this.
>Her hooves are still placed firmly on your thorax.
>”N-now... we will continue.”
>Your eyes shrink to microscopic levels.
“Fluttershy... Please! Don't!”
>Slamming her marehood down onto you, she begins to grind.
>Side to side, front and back, all while her ass bounces on you.
>She notices you trying to turn over, then slaps you.
>”N-no! I already told you once to relax, so just fucking relax!”
>She brings her face to yours and starts to nibble on your ear.
>Whispers in it too.
>”You're... so... big~”
>She begins pumping.
>Clenching your sex with hers slightly, she starts slowly... up and down.
>Regaining some form of composure, you try to drag yourself away from her.
>It ain't happening. She punches at your shoulders.
>Why is it happening again?
>What did you do to deserve it?!
>Involuntarily let out a small moan as she continues to ride you.
“Wh... why do you do this?!”
>She scoffs at you, and keeps sliding up and down.
>Your body simply doesn't want to keep going.
>She realizes this.
>You've gone limp inside of her.
>With an angered look, she gets off of you.
>”You're w-worthless!”
>She slaps you again and spits at your dick.
>Leaving you in a mess on the floor.
>There's no motivation to get up.
>Within the space of 4 days, you have been violated.
>Twice!
>How the fuck does it happen twice?! And by the same pers- p0ny?!
>She's right.
>You are worthless.
>With that final thought, you lose consciousness in a puddle of bodily fluids.

>You're somewhere... but you're not sure where.
>Everything around you is a blinding mixture of blacks and whites.
>Wind blows loose leaves.
>The dead, dark trees sway.
>You walk.
>To where?
>It doesn't matter. Your legs take you anyway.
>Some buildings surround the area.
>They're all crumbling to pieces.
>You hear a low voice.
>It rumbles in an odd way.
>Yet...
>It sounds so familiar.
>”Behind you.”
>Turning to see Rainbow Dash, you run towards her.
>Suddenly, she fades.
>”Why can't you find me?”
>You turn again, only this time her colours are fading to black and white.
>Her face looks saddened, disappointed.
>Again, she vanishes into thin air.
>”Anon... why can't you do this?!”
>This time, she's nowhere to be seen.
>A small tumbleweed rolls on by.
“Where are you?!”
>Droplets of tears hit the floor somewhere.
>”You don't care about me...”
>Eyes begin to blurr.
>”I hate you!”
>The entire scene turns blood red.
>”I HATE YOU, ANON!”
>Suddenly, her face is right in front of you.
>”I HATE YOU SO MUCH!”
>Everything goes black, and the voice echoes.

>”Anon?”

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