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- >Day Inappropriate Coping Methods. In Equestria.
- >There are times in a man's life--
- >Specifically your life
- >When you have to look at what you're doing.
- >And if it looks bad, stop.
- >Stop.
- >"A-anon, stop!"
- >Oh.
- >Stop she says.
- >Physical fitness training after nearly beating yourself to death after a terrible day.
- >Day number nine in doing this.
- >You've been informed that the spring-time-is-here musical shit is occuring elsewhere.
- >This is of no concern to you in Fluttershy's Iron Will Tour trailer in Appaloosa.
- >"Anon, stop now!"
- >She's got a really pretty voice.
- >You've learned to appreciate that lately.
- >You haven't been well--you know.
- >Fucking Fluttershy
- >Because you've been having too much damn fun doing the worst sort of things.
- >Plus you need to climb out of your little hole.
- >"Anon!"
- >She punched you in the jaw.
- >That's a punch you can cut your teeth on.
- >Hot'cha.
- >You look at your fists.
- >Heavily bandaged.
- >One is leaking blood.
- >There's a large dent in the wall.
- >You've been punching it for a few hours.
- >Violence is magic.
- >You look at Fluttershy.
- >She's your kind of beautiful.
- >Self-assertiveness isn't her thing, but she wields it well.
- >Like a goddamn gun she can point at anyone.
- >Make'em cower and make'em wince.
- >You like that in an individual.
- >She gives you the stare.
- >And those little metaphorical monsters in the back of your head shudder.
- >And then you give her the stare right back.
- >Neither of us move.
- >And the monsters realize this is a merry fucking rumpus.
- >She's got a few bruises on her.
- >She asked for it.
- >Literally.
- >You can appreciate someone willing to fight.
- >Just for the sake of fighting.
- "What?"
- >So uncouth and brutish, Anon.
- >Rarity wouldn't approve.
- >"You punched a big ding in the trailer, mister!"
- >She grabs you by the front of your shirt and glares deep into your eyes.
- >Applejack says you change ponies for the worst.
- >And you think they bring out the worst in you.
- >But if this psychotic little bash-and-smash isn't love.
- >Then you're gonna have to go ahead and not give a fuck.
- >This is the adrenaline talking.
- >Calm the fuck down, bro.
- >Your hands hurt a lot.
- "..Ow."
- >"Yeah, ow...you o-okay?"
- >We break the fabrication.
- >And once again we're just two losers.
- >The fluttering mumbling dweeb.
- >And the bashed up human outlier in a world of sunshine, rainbows, and candy.
- >You close your eyes and count to ten.
- >Your entire body begins to ache again.
- "..I think I'm doing physical therapy wrong."
- >She tilts her head.
- >"B-but you didn't want to go to the hospital..."
- "Yeah, but I also probably shouldn't be entering these little psychotic moments...and...y'know."
- >Fuck your hands hurt.
- "Bash dents into trailers."
- >Take a breath.
- >Collapse on to the floor.
- >She flutters over you and looks down.
- >She's so happy and concerned.
- >And battered.
- >...and dripping vaginal leavings on to your bandages.
- "Fluttershy, you're uh...dripping down the leg."
- >She blushes, but she gives you those bedroom eyes.
- >She flies forward a little.
- >Some of it drips on your face.
- "Is that the game now?"
- >"...I w-want you to d-destroy s-something b-b-beautiful...I mean if that's okay with you and--"
- >You wish you had cigarettes.
- >Now feels like the time for a smoke.
- >You flick the cum beads off your face.
- >She wants your approval.
- >You stick that finger in your mouth.
- >It doesn't taste much like anything.
- >Of course, your sense of taste is probably out of it considering how many times you've scalded your throat.
- >You take your finger out of your mouth and smirk.
- >Give her a finger-gun.
- "Bang."
- >She falls on top of you.
- >You look up in those eyes.
- >It's like there's still a little bit of a soul in there.
- >But everything else is running on shark blood.
- >And fucking Dinosaur DNA.
- >Apex predator mentality is probably not the best way to respond to getting violated by a horny librarian.
- >Least of all a horny pony magic girl librarian.
- >But it's helping you cope.
- >She's smearing herself on the crotch of your pants.
- >The noise...bothers you.
- >Schloorching.
- >It's not an attractive sound.
- "Stop."
- >And you snuffed out the soul.
- >Full on Shark Vision.
- >"...what? WHY?!"
- >You run your hands across her back.
- >Some blood leaks out from your bandages and spreads on her.
- "Because...uh... Well, I want to do something you're into."
- >Fluttershy pulls her head back a little.
- >She looks towards the trailer door.
- >Her face gets all scrunchy.
- >She's thinking of something.
- >"...but you're my special thing."
- "Yeah but I mean, before me. What was there before me?"
- >"Darkness."
- >That's bleak, red, fucking flag.
- >She laughs. And it's loud.
- >Like, Pinkie Pie loud.
- >That catches you off guard.
- >"...my j-jokes are getting better r-right?"
- >Your sense of humor rubbing off on her was better when it was just sex jokes.
- >You don't need another Rainbow Cling situation.
- >But you can see how it was a joke.
- >She gives it some more thought.
- >All the while dampening your pants more than if you were a five year old with a big gulp
- >And a weak bladder.
- >Watching the Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
- >Ugh, who lets a five year old into a slasher movie?
- >That might explain some of your issues.
- >Why are you dwelling on this again?
- >You're never getting back to human reality.
- >"Okay."
- >Okay what?
- >Er.
- "Okay...what exactly?"
- >Fluttershy smiles.
- >"We c-can d-do my special thing..if that's okay with you, mister."
- >Swell.
- "All right."
- >"...can we go back to Ponyville?"
- >Well if you do, you're going to beat the ever loving fuck out of Twilight Sparkles.
- >And probably smack Applejack upside the head with a pineapple. A truly weaponized fruit.
- >And...well you'll be making good use of your private funds.
- >Because damn if you don't have a plan.
- >Fluttershy is waving her hoof in front of your face.
- >You were probably just staring off into the middle distance.
- >Thinking of vengeance like Batman with a hard-on.
- >She gets off of you and strands of female pony cum are pulled up with her.
- >Like saliva strands in an opened mouth.
- >Looks like you're Batman without a hard-on.
- >That's like spider-fetish squick right there.
- >Yeugh.
- >The ride "home" is surreal.
- >Everyone is clearly looking at the two of you.
- >And it probably has less to do with you being the only human being on the train.
- >Or even on this plane of reality.
- >Probably more to do with the blood spattered clothing
- >More gauze than the Burned Man
- >And the yellow pegasus rubbing herself up against your arm.
- >You're probably breaking some public decency laws.
- >That yellow pony in a cowboy hat is giving you a dirty disgusted look.
- "Got something to say to me, hoss?"
- >He tilts his hat over his eyes.
- >Trying to avoid contact.
- "Hey Brisco County, I'm talking to you."
- >Fluttershy stops licking your battered frame and looks towards Cowboy Hat.
- >The cowboy hat pony just twiddles his hooves.
- >He mouths out.
- >"..sorry fer starrin'."
- >You peck Fluttershy on the head.
- >She gives him the stare.
- >"You apologize? I penalize."
- >Cowpony bits his lip and holds up his hooves in defense.
- >"Now hey-hey... none of that... Just y'all was making a bit of a scene."
- >Fluttershy zooms over to him and thwaps the pony's hat away.
- >This one looks familiar.
- >The pony scoots as far back in his seat as possible.
- >He's got an apple on his ass.
- >Oh right. Braeburn.
- >Applejack's cousin. Or something.
- "Fluttershy, don't we know this guy?"
- >She knew him from some previous trip to Appaloosa.
- >You knew him from a terrible dinner party at Sweet Apple Acres
- >Fluttershy snaps out of it, tilts her nose up at the stallion and sits back down.
- >"Gosh..."
- >Is all that dumbass can think to say.
- "You're Braeburn right?"
- >He nods slowly.
- "Applejack's...cousin?"
- >He reaches down to pick his hat off the floor.
- >"Eyup...Do I know ya?"
- "Dinner party not too long ago."
- >He winces.
- >"The one with that white unicorn and all the doilies?"
- "That'd be the one, yes."
- >Fluttershy is rubbing herself up and down your arm again.
- >You shift your hand and pat her on the cooch.
- >She shudders with lust and begins to drool.
- >Braeburn blushes and looks away.
- >You maintain eye contact with the stallion.
- >He notices this and blushes more.
- "Why you going to Ponyville? Business or--"
- >You splay your fingers and dip a few inside her.
- >It's damp and sticky. Sort of like a moist glue.
- >Must be the desert air.
- >The muscles are warm and they tighten as you prod deeper.
- "Pleasure?"
- >You always wanted to make that joke.
- >It's right up there with doing the Bond Villain chair turn-around.
- >He's watching your fingers thrust in and out.
- >Fluttershy is breathing into your neck.
- >She's whispering something.
- >Descartes would request you give her the D.
- >Not yet.
- "Well, what is it for?"
- >"Uh...ah...eh uh....it's a..."
- >You grin, and it's that good old predatory politico grin.
- >Your teeth demand lens flare.
- "Like what you see? Big Boy?"
- >He gets out of his seat and mumbles something.
- >He'll be in his bunk.
- >Fluttershy's sort of just been pressed up against you.
- >Catatonic with lust.
- >But she's not trying anything beyond baser pleasures.
- >When night falls you feel safe enough to sleep.
- >While this may be Fucking Fluttershy,
- >She's the one who requested you return with her first
- >So she can do her special thing,
- >Which...you never got the details on.
- >That could be a terrible thing.
- >You take inventory of yourself in the window reflection.
- >Well, it's more likely than not probably something very benign.
- >She got all the weird shit out of her (once literally) early on.
- >It's funny how her mind got very uncreative once you torched her little idea journal.
- >Shit son, you've been in this reality for over a year now, haven't you?
- >You popped in during one of their off-brand Valentine's Days.
- >Hearts-and-Hooves day?
- >It had to have been in February...crap.
- >You close your eyes and try to clear your head.
- >It was Spring Semester.
- >You were fucking that bitch.
- >And...
- >Fuck, did you Quantum Leap here?
- >This isn't something worth bothering with.
- >I mean, if you're dead this is either heaven or hell or what comes next.
- >If you did travel through wibbly-wobbly space time, you ain't exactly prepped to go back.
- >It was awhile ago.
- >You're not Mister Memory.
- >You were Mister Manager for a bit.
- >You really need to get a better paying job.
- >You arrive before the crack of dawn.
- >Fluttershy didn't pack much.
- >You're still wearing the same ugly ass bit of thrift 80s attire from at least a week and a half ago.
- "Wait."
- >You make sure everypony else is off the train.
- >You check the platform.
- >Braeburn is talking to Applejack.
- >And Applebloom is there.
- >A grin creeps its way across your face and you can almost touch your eyes with how far up it crawls.
- >This is a face you've had twice in your life.
- >Nothing good ever comes from it, save for the feeling.
- "Fluttershy, I need to talk to some of the ladies-"
- >She kicks a hoof and pouts.
- "About you and me, and then I'll meet you at your place for your special thing."
- >She shakes her head.
- >"N-no. Your place."
- "All right."
- >Mental checklist is established. If it's my place, probably doesn't involve too much assembly.
- >Not a sex swing.
- >She buzzes off.
- >You lick your hand and slick--
- >Oh god.
- >You can taste her leavings.
- >Wrong hand dumbass.
- >Actually, right hand.
- >You lick your hand and slick back your hair.
- >The scent has to be palpable.
- >That's dried pony lady fluids after all.
- >Primp your shirt.
- >Bandages are stanky and dry.
- >You shrink that grin back to something benign but vicious.
- "Well."
- >You clear your voice.
- >Applejack cringes and turns to face you.
- >Braeburn winces.
- >Applebloom smiles brightly.
- "Howdy there--"
- >You click your tongue against the back of your teeth.
- >That villainous quality of voice comes to the forefront beautifully.
- "--Sugarcube. Picking up the dear family here, are we? Little powwow with the family?"
- >Applejack's eyes shift nervously.
- >Applebloom laughs.
- >"That's right Anon! Y'ain't family, but y'wanna come?"
- >Applejack pushes Applebloom behind her flank and nudges her back with a step.
- >"Now now, Applebloom. This is...uh... family only--Sorry Mister Anonymous."
- >Applebloom peers over her sister's back and tilts her head.
- >"What happened to yer...everything?"
- "Oh? This? I took a little bath of fire, it's nothing really."
- >You chuckle politely and bow a little.
- "I must decline the offer I'm afraid, I've a delicious bit of business with the Elements of Harmony."
- >You take a step forward.
- >Applejack doesn't flinch, but she's waiting to make a move.
- >You run your cum-stained, bandaged, busted-knuckled pointer finger under her chin and trace around her neck.
- "But please, do have fun without me. Much as I-"
- >You flick her in the nose.
- "Intend to have much fun without You, Applejack."
- >Applejack wants to say something.
- >But the words aren't forming.
- >You take a step back and just smile. Knowingly.
- >"Well all right!" Applebloom shouts.
- >"Y'all have fun, Mr. Anonymous! I'll save ya some pie!"
- >She's a good kid.
- >The Apples depart.
- >They all seem very nervous, save for Applebloom.
- >Cutie Mark Crusaders Burn Ward addition.
- >You can see it now.
- >You've done the appropriate thing.
- >You've raped Applejack's sense of security.
- >And you've done so with her sister laughing happily.
- >She was in the wrong for what she let happen.
- >And now, now you win.
- >Off to the Library you go a wassailing
- >Singing a little ditty written by Stealer's Wheel.
- >The pony-folk of town don't like the look of you.
- >Now less than ever.
- >Alas, such is life.
- >You tippity tap tap on the front door.
- >And who answers but the spawn of Vermithrax, Alduin, and Smaug.
- >Spike. The Fecking Dragon.
- >He looks you up and down and is trying to process the information.
- >"Anonymous?...Did you fall down some stairs?...Into lava?"
- "I did hit the bottom, yes."
- >Flash that smile.
- >Stop doing that dance from Resevoir Dogs, even if it feels natural.
- "Is Miss Sparkles home? I've opted to inform her greatly on the human condition."
- >He rolls his eyes and thrusts a thumb behind him towards her private quarters.
- >"She's working on some project...She's been acting all weird lately. You want to get some milkshakes?"
- "Spike, you should walk away now."
- >He quirks a scaly brow.
- >"What?"
- "You'll want to leave. I need to speak with her. It will be loud."
- >He shakes his head and passes by you out into the town.
- >"Whatever."
- >You stroll to her door and knock twice.
- "I've such sights to show you, Twilight Sparkle. Such Sights To Show You."
- >The trick to bashing open a door is something you didn't learn from movies.
- >You could argue it was from enough summer jobs fixing things up, both here and in normal reality.
- >But the trick to bashing open a door is easily learned living in a house with one bathroom.
- >And this door is just like any other door.
- >And by that you mean it is thick and heavy.
- >After several full on charges, it is magic'd open.
- >Fucking Twilight Sparkle.
- >She's busy constructing some diorama.
- >"Anonymous, I'm busy!"
- >She gives you one of those haggard, tired looks.
- >It'd be cute if she didn't nearly collapse your throat and rape you.
- >Cage the rage, if you just bash her brains in it'll be over too soon.
- >And this, much like sex, is something you don't wanna prematurely end.
- "Twilight. Sparkle."
- >She groans.
- >"Ah.Non.E.Mus. I can -sound- out words too, but I'm kinda busy here."
- >Whoop-de-ding-dong-diddly.
- "Twilight Sparkle, you did me a great unkindness. Please stop working and speak to me."
- >She sighs, loud and exasperated.
- >She turns and looks at you.
- >"What?"
- >Well...this is...civil.
- >Murder? I mean, that seems like something you could do here.
- >Never really killed before. Could do it now.
- >Maybe learn your limits.
- >Break down her whole life bit by bit.
- >Rip her legs off. Grind them into glue.
- >You don't know how to make glue.
- "Twilight, I want to hurt you. I want to give you nothing but pain."
- >"What? Why?"
- "Twilight, you raped me in a basement."
- >She blushes.
- "And that's a bad thing to do."
- >"But...I thought it was-"
- "It wasn't."
- >She lowers her head.
- >You could get to her in three steps.
- >Stomp that skull into the wood.
- >Little curb party.
- >American History X Style.
- >You can feel a coldness inside.
- >It's delicious.
- >"I'm sorry Anon. I thought you were...presenting yourself."
- >Fuck this land of friendship, kindness and forgiveness.
- "I was chained to a pole and you bound my hands."
- >"I thought you were into that! I mean, I took all these notes during your little Pole Party!"
- "Festivus--"
- >Don't get caught up in the pedantic minutia, Anon.
- >Concentrate.
- "Where I come from they hurt people who do that kind of thing. They go to jail. They get hurt."
- >Which is true. Usually.
- >Though if Twilight was a sexy human librarian she'd get away with it.
- >Applejack would see a prison cell. Fucking unlawful imprisonment.
- >Fucking biases of the court system. 1 outta 2 ain't bad.
- "And the issues of doing such a thing, they make people like me. Want to hurt...things, like you."
- >You feel something vile stir in your chest. In your loins. Behind those eyes of yours.
- >Twilight seems to see it too.
- >"Anonymous...what're you doing?"
- "I was thinking...maybe I hurt you anyway. An eye for an eye. Then we can be all... apologized."
- >Her horn starts to glow.
- >You spit and sneer.
- "None of that!"
- >One step.
- >Her horn dims.
- "I've never...killed before. And I've never...really raped before."
- >Two steps.
- "I'm not saying one will lead to the other."
- >Three steps. Looking down at her now.
- >These hands, not of iron, but of skin.
- >Now mangled into claws.
- "But let's not turn this rape into a murder."
- >Her eyes get wispy and green.
- >A dark flame bursts from her horn.
- >The world is a beautiful place filled with beautiful things.
- >You wish you could quote the Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
- >The world is a beautiful place filled with beautiful things seems like an entry deserving or a snarky British narrator.
- >You've lost your train of thought.
- >It must be the crippling pain of being blasted by evil.
- >And you're a very "alignment charts suck" kinda guy.
- >But that there was evil.
- >Your mind is a mind full of wheels and gears and levers.
- >That bolt of darkness has sent the machine spinning out of control.
- >"That's enough, Anonymous."
- >She's giving you a look of fear and hate.
- >Behind green, violent eyes.
- >You look up at her, like a villain a few steps away from the best scene in the movie.
- >You spit.
- >Ting.
- >Ting?
- >She looks at where you spit.
- >You look at where you spit.
- >A black little gemstone.
- "Mmm..."
- >You take a breath.
- "Twilight, you did something bad didn't ya? Bad by your standards bad."
- >"No...I'm..."
- >Her horn stops going Barad-dûr and her eyes dim.
- >She's terrified.
- >You're in pain.
- >But this is what you wanted, isn't it?
- >To hurt her?
- >Yes.
- "Twilight."
- >You pick up that stone and get to your feet.
- >The gem is like quartz, but with shadows swirling around within.
- >"I...I...I didn't mean too, Anonymous! You've got to believe me, you were just being so-"
- "Scary?"
- >You frown, dismissively.
- "What can be done, Sparkles? I'm a scary man, I do scary things. Remember this, and keep it quiet."
- >You pocket the gem.
- "Because if ever you cross me again, know that I will make you go to such terrible lengths."
- >Today is a good day.
- >Now then.
- >Applejack is on edge and unnerved.
- >Twilight is demoralized and fears what you can make her do.
- >Who is left? Rarity? Pinkie Pie?
- >No actually, they're pretty awesome.
- >You should check in with them, shoot the shit, banter, maybe buy the Cakes' some lunch.
- >They're a nice couple too.
- >You go home to retrieve your copious sum of bits.
- >Fluttershy is busy working on something involving your wood burning stove.
- >Big metal pot, must be cooking something.
- >Smells decent enough.
- >Your bedroom is normal.
- >Nothing horrible has been brought in.
- >You move the bed and lift up the floorboards.
- >Your money is still here.
- >Today actually -is- a good day.
- >Fluttershy pecks you on the cheek as you leave the house.
- "Just need to stop off to see Rarity and Pinkie, let's have our little fun around dusk shall we?"
- >She pecks you again and smiles before fluttering back to work.
- >You threatened to rape and murder someone not even thirty minutes ago.
- >You couldn't care less.
- >Anon, you should get into politics, even here in Equestria.
- >You've got that sociopath swagger.
- "I want a suit, Rarity. Something very minimalist."
- >Rarity still hasn't said anything.
- >She's too busy noticing you're covered in bandages and smell like blood, hate and Fluttercum.
- "Black, white. Oh, and I know how much you like gemstones."
- >You produce the little shadow crystal from Twilight's earlier idiocy.
- "I rather like this, if you could find a place for it on the lapel I think it'd look lovely."
- >She's still trying to process the new you.
- >Can't really blame her.
- >You last saw her looking like Road House.
- >Now you look like the Burned Man.
- "Rarity, if you don't say something I'm going to do the Worst. Possible. Thing."
- >She snaps out of it and gives you that look she likes to give.
- >It's condescending, fun, a little bitchy, and utterly superior.
- >It's sort of like what a big sister gives a younger sibling.
- >You've dated girls like that before.
- >"You're going to suggest minimalism to an artiste, such as moi?"
- >She snickers.
- >"Dear, I don't know what it is that happened to you but never give an artist such a restriction. We are free spirits who-"
- >You wave the heavy jangling bag of bits.
- "This is 480 bits. Which, as far as I know, is a good bit of money. More than enough for two months rent."
- >You set the bag and the gem on her little work table.
- "It's all yours if you've got the time to do it right now."
- >"Well Anon, I actually do have some other work to do--however, you are exuding such confidence I simply must applaud it."
- >That makes you feel happy.
- >"Though I must ask, did you try to fight a dragon or something? You look terrible."
- "I just felt the need to destroy something beautiful."
- >This makes her laugh.
- >For about a minute.
- >She wipes a tear away from her eye.
- >"Oh my, Anonymous. I would not go that far that quickly."
- >She gets to work quickly enough.
- >She makes you strip and takes your measurements.
- >She's the pinnacle of professionalism.
- >"How was that trip you took with Pinkie?"
- "She's quite funny."
- >"She didn't do that...party cannon bit, did she?"
- "All new material, very unique."
- >"Where were you these past few weeks anyway, I could've used your help around the boutique."
- "My apologies, m'lady; I was in Appaloosa."
- >"And what's there?"
- "Victory."
- >"Such dramatics, oh my."
- >She laughs at this.
- >"You know that Fluttershy was in Appaloosa as well? I mean, of course -you- knew."
- >You smile at your reflection in one of the many mirrors.
- "Yes. And for once, I'm happy to say that I think I enjoy the company of Fluttershy."
- >Rarity sticks you in the bum with a needle.
- >You don't even flinch.
- >"Oo-la-la, Anonymous."
- >She makes a kissy face.
- >"No more love for your greatest and most attractive employer?"
- >She giggles, it's charming.
- "That sort of remark breeds rumors and nepotism."
- >She gasps. It's quite sarcastic.
- >"Whatever would I do?"
- "I'll carry a torch for you, Rarity. You're mad gorgeous."
- >You do your best Bruce Campbell.
- >She doesn't get it but laughs anyway.
- >"She's your special somepony now?"
- "We haven't said anything officially."
- >"Oh, well you ought to soon. People might think you're a hussie! What with Rainbow Dash."
- >Oh yeah.
- >You almost forgot about that bitch.
- >The suit is amazing.
- >It's understated.
- >You were able to tell her glitter was evil and should not be included.
- >She only rolled her eyes.
- >You discard your bandages and your old clothing into a waste bin.
- >Rarity tosses them into the fire and tells you to never dress like that again.
- >She only takes 240 bits, though she makes you promise to spend the rest on a lovely night.
- >And to act like a gentlecolt.
- >Luckily you're a Man. Spelled M-A-N.
- >And that's different on a lot of fundamental levels.
- >Check in at Sugarcube Corner.
- >The Cakes are happy to see you.
- >"It's because you look happy. That's what counts."
- >Is all Mrs. Cake has to say on the subject.
- >Mr.Cake is still curious as to why you look like a beat-up sack of shit.
- "I just needed to get a monkey off my back."
- >He tells you he had the same thing happen once.
- >Monkeys are terrifying apparently.
- >You like the Cakes, they're good ponies.
- >Pinkie Pie is working on some fancy cupcakes.
- >She nearly shoves one in your mouth but stops when she sees the suit.
- >"You have to keep it clean, don't you?"
- "Not that clean. I'll take some."
- >Small compromises breed companionship between individuals.
- >It's coconut.
- >But there's a hint of raspberry so it doesn't taste too bad.
- >The Cakes enjoy the look on your face as you attempt to savor the flavor.
- "Delightful...I don't suppose any of you have seen Rainbow Dash around, have you?"
- >The general consensus is she got back from some military/entertainment whatever thing a few days ago.
- >She's been hanging out around town.
- >Goodie.
- >You shine that twisted little gem on your lapel and stroll through the streets of town.
- >Rainbow Dash is floating up on a cloud, lazing about.
- "Element of Loyalty, may I have a word?"
- >She zooms up off her cloud and notices who is speaking.
- >She lays back down.
- >"I'm gonna make it rain on you Anon."
- "We need to talk."
- >"Then talk."
- "I wished to apologize for potentially leading you on. That was not my intention."
- >She peers over the edge of the cloud and looks at you.
- >She's...not happy.
- >She's clearly bothered.
- "Just like I know you only...scalded me-"
- >You try not to spit venom when you say that.
- >She looks away.
- >Well, at least your venom is potent.
- "Because you thought that's what I needed to like you."
- >"...You hate me, don't you?"
- "No. I'm sorta...at odds with honesty and magic right now; but I don't hate you."
- >"Was that like a...reference or something?"
- "No."
- >"Cuz you do those a lot, and frankly nopony gets those."
- "Yeah. It just...reminds me of home."
- >She floats down off the cloud and looks at you.
- >She's hurt, but it's an old hurt.
- >"You just...I like you, you like stuff I like. And you help people stop making dumb rumors about me."
- "Trust me, if you were a human and I was back in my reality--you'd be doing the same thing for me."
- >"...We'd be dating wouldn't we?"
- "Yeah, probably. But not here. You're a great chick. But just, too hardcore awesome for me."
- >You hold out a fist.
- >She gives you a bump.
- >"Like you could even handle me."
- >She laughs.
- "We did have--"
- >Better not.
- "What can I say, Dash? You're too much mare for anyone-"
- >Bad phrasing.
- >"Anon, you were something definitive. Life has a lot of uncertainty...like so much."
- >She looks as though she's just confronted some very personal demons recently.
- >It's that dirty epiphany face. The one you don't like to admit.
- >"I got into the Wonderbolts."
- "Well hey, that's good for you!"
- >"Yeah...almost gave up on my dream, thought they weren't what I wanted."
- >Oh. That's always something tough to face.
- "Hey. You were strong enough to admit that, that's what counts."
- >She smiles, it's passive and passable.
- >"What's with the suit, Anon? Got some hot date?"
- >Oh.
- >This is going to be painful.
- >"Hoity Toity was in town a few days ago, you looking for him?"
- >She winks and nudges you.
- >Gay jokes. Hilarious. Shouldn't have mentioned the rumor shit.
- "Actually, it's for Fluttershy."
- >"...oh."
- >It's never easy.
- >"Is she more your type? I mean...I thought you hated her."
- >She kicks a hoof in the dirt.
- >Why are you doing this, Anon?
- >Fluttershy has been nice to you.
- >She's helped you in some dark places.
- >She's supported you, broken you, built you back up.
- >She cares about you.
- >While those qualities are all great in a friend, they aren't exactly reason to fuck anyone.
- >You mean, they're good reasons to fuck someone.
- >But not like, fuck someone and love someone.
- >Fluttershy's like that fat girl who had a crush on you back in undergrad.
- >Helped you out a lot but you'd never fuck her.
- >...huh.
- >"I mean, I'd get it. She's nice, and kind...everypony likes her."
- "Dash, she's---huh."
- >Huh.
- >Dash looks at you quizzically.
- >"Anon, are you okay?"
- "I...can you walk with me?"
- >"Uh, sure?"
- >She helps carry some of your weight and you walk through the streets.
- >This is strange.
- >"Anon, how come you like violence so much anyway?"
- >This is not the time for these conversations.
- "I got beat up a lot and then I beat up people a lot. Wires got crossed...can we just not talk for a minute?"
- >She nods, she understands.
- >You walk through the market, pass that creepy jelly pony.
- >There are times in a man's life when he has to look at what he's doing.
- >And if he doesn't like what he sees, he has to stop.
- >Rainbow Dash walks you to your house, but you make her walk you further.
- >You find a nice bench to sit down on.
- >Huh.
- >Rainbow sits on the bench next to you.
- >She tries to imitate your posture.
- >It's comical.
- >"Anon, what's going on?"
- >What is going on?
- "Dash. You're fun, fast, attractive--I guess I mean I'm not a great judge--and you like what I like."
- >"Yeah, I know."
- >She looks bothered by all this.
- >"Why're you telling me this? I thought you didn't want to see me again."
- >She makes a voice.
- >"I thought you wanted Fluttershy."
- >Do you...somehow...not know what you want?
- >No.
- >You always know what you want. That's your appeal.
- >You're decisive.
- >Something.
- >Something has to be happening.
- "Dash, what's wrong with me?"
- >"You're a jerk and you're dressed like a stiff and you just told me you don't like me that way."
- >Her voice is aggravated but fun. She's enjoying listing your faults.
- >"You look like you got hit by a train. You smell like vagina. You told me you don't like me that way."
- >"You also think I'm awesome, fun, attractive, fast, and you just--"
- "Why do I want to fuck Fluttershy?"
- >Rainbow groans and rolls her eyes.
- >"Because you like rubbing it in? C'mon, Anon! I don't want to hear that."
- "No, I'm serious. I remember when I hated her guts too. And yeah she made some improvements but like--"
- >You try to think.
- "Am I a...scary person?"
- >"Scary stupid, maybe."
- >You hold your head.
- >Rainbow kisses you on the cheek.
- >Not what you need right now.
- >You'd punch her fucking lights out if-
- >That's hostile, bro.
- >Take it down a notch.
- >You sigh.
- "Rainbow, I'm...can we talk tomorrow?"
- >"Are you going to...fuck Fluttershy?"
- "I honestly have no idea. Possibly. But...I just need to know why."
- >She sighs.
- >"Yeah. Fine. But don't dress like a stiff and...don't tell me about it, okay?"
- >She's taking this better than you expected.
- >She flies off.
- >It's getting late.
- >You are bruised.
- >Battered.
- >Terrible.
- >Human Being.
- >In a rather nice suit.
- >You've done a lot of bad things today...or rather lately.
- >But today is a good day.
- >Tonight is a good night, right?
- >Tonight, you'll be fucking Fluttershy.
- >You enter your home and see Fluttershy has lit candles.
- >Flower petals on the floor leading to your coffee table, the de-facto dining table.
- >A fine bit of salad, quite tall and delicious looking.
- >Cherries on top.
- >Some of what you suspect to be wine in little glasses you didn't know you had.
- >You sit on the floor and take a sip.
- >Fluttershy comes down from your room, she looks a little pale in the candle light.
- >She's wearing a dress made of...has to be ivy and leaves.
- >There's a flower in her hair.
- >She smiles at you.
- >You don't smile back.
- >You examine the salad with the same paranoia you once possessed.
- >But you're subtle about it.
- >She takes the opprotunity to sit opposite of you.
- >She swirls that cherry around her lips before popping it in.
- >She admires your suit.
- >"I l-like the gem...and the suit...You look very proper."
- "Indeed."
- >You sip the wine.
- >She moves your cherry across your lips before popping it in your mouth.
- >You chew it slowly.
- >Professor Utonium slowly.
- >You finish the meal.
- >It tasted normal.
- >Something is happening.
- >"C-coming with me...big boy?"
- >She tugs the hem of your sleeve with her teeth and leads you to your bedroom.
- >Red candles on the end tables. Low burning.
- >She sits you on the bed.
- >"We c-can do my special t-thing now."
- "You mean both of them."
- >She laughs.
- >"Y-yeah...you and my f-fetish."
- >You undress and carefully hang your clothing up in the closet.
- >You make sure none of your eighties thrift touches the glorious suit.
- >Fluttershy goes into your bathroom.
- >You sit back down on the bed.
- >You lay down, hands folded on your chest.
- >Glare a hole in the ceiling.
- >Something is happening.
- >No. You just want something to be happening.
- >A justification for why you shouldn't do this.
- >You love this pony, don't you?
- >You're gonna fuck her raw and be her good little pet til the day you die.
- >...What?
- >Let's reign it in there.
- >That's a little...
- >Intense.
- >She enters again and climbs up on the bed.
- >She positions herself directly over you.
- >She looks into your eyes.
- >Hers are that of a shark.
- >She's giving you the stare.
- >Nothing is happening.
- >She slams a hoof on your chest and one of your mouth.
- >"Anon..."
- >She begins applying pressure.
- >You lick the bottom of her hoof.
- >She grins. It's a wicked grin.
- >The stare continues.
- >You're aroused.
- >She grins and falls down on your penis.
- >She continues to apply pressure.
- "Is corruption your fetish too?"
- >Shit.
- >In a world of magic, sunshine, and talking ponies; why wouldn't you think about this?
- >You weren't always a bad guy.
- >You had standards.
- >Integrity.
- >You broke down a lot.
- >She thrusts herself on and off of your cock.
- >You keep mindlessly lapping her hoof.
- >But these recent bouts of violence.
- >Of pure hatred.
- >Of allowing yourself to scare others and to play off their fears.
- >To take advantage...
- >You'd done it all before in the human reality.
- >Where there it is but how one succeeds.
- >But in this reality... why would corruption not be a very real thing?"
- >Your breathing intensifies.
- >She removes the hoof from your mouth and slaps you with it.
- >"Say you love me."
- "...Did you do this to me?"
- >"SAY YOU LOVE ME!"
- "I mean, I was bad--but did you...Did you know?"
- >"YOU WILL LOVE ME."
- >She gets her face right next to yours.
- >Those eyes are burning electric a thousand and one degrees of hate.
- >She got to you when you were weak, every time. You let her.
- >And you let her see you weak.
- >And you let her BUILD you back up.
- >You let her PULL you out of your hole.
- >And...
- >She begins to seep fluid all over you.
- >And now you're...
- >Oh god no.
- >You're Fucking Fluttershy.
- >And it feels all wrong.
- >There are times in a man's life--
- >Specifically your life
- >When you have to look at what you're doing.
- >And if it looks bad, stop.
- >This comes in several ways. Like stepping away from a bottle. Or a needle.
- >Or maybe just not screaming at your kids so much. Maybe being a good father, uncle, or spouse.
- >But for you.
- >It means pain.
- >You bash your head into Fluttershy and knock her off of you.
- >"Anon?..I thought you said we could--"
- >She starts to break down.
- >"..my f-fetish...you said it was okay with you..."
- "Did you plan this all?"
- >She mumbles.
- >"Fluttershy, did you plan this all."
- >She shivers and looks over towards your suit in the closet.
- >"...y-you were p-p-perfect for it mister...You were already b-b-bad."
- "I let you build me up... help me out of my shit life... And you were playing a game the whole time."
- >You laugh.
- >Maybe it's because you're a corrupt fucker--
- >--Wow, hey, Twilight and Applejack had reason to be scared.
- >Get them a cookie bouquet and apologize later.
- >Right, laughing.
- >Or maybe it's because you...no. You may be a terrible person.
- >But you don't respect being played.
- >You're the only one who matters.
- "Fluttershy...You let me--and wanted me, to be a terrible, scary, person?"
- >She nods weakly.
- "...We've all got demons, Fluttershy. I don't want to live vicariously through mine."
- >She starts to tear up.
- "Get out of my house."
- >"But!"
- "When some pony tries to block."
- >"S-show them t-that you r-r-r-r-"
- "And I think I'm rocking some good guy vibes right here, right now. Leave."
- >And she does. After bursting into tears.
- >Going downstairs.
- >Busting up most of your stuff.
- >And being a total.
- >Fucking.
- >Bitch.
- >Day Living in a Shithole in Equestria.
- >Applejack and Twilight have forgiven you.
- >Provided you relinquish all your tools which could be used to hobble them.
- >And you burn your suit.
- >Twilight says the gem should burn too.
- >Rarity screams at you when she sees you the next day dressed like Cameron Frye.
- >Pinkie Pie and the Cakes are being supportive, they think you're pretty nice.
- >The Cakes have done you a great kindness and let you work the front counter during late nights.
- >Pay is shit, but you and Pinkie talk comedy.
- >Dash shows up sometimes.
- >Sometimes she doesn't.
- >She likes how you make banana splits.
- >And sometimes she lets you hug her.
- >And sometimes you let her hug you.
- >And half the time Pinkie jumps in and there's a crocodile on your head.
- >Rarity refuses to make you anything nice because you'll ruin it.
- >She doesn't know why you and Fluttershy aren't speaking.
- "But a gentleman never tells and a fine lady never asks."
- >Was all it took for her to say you're no fun and then gossip about the Canterlot crowd.
- >Twilight still feels bad about everything.
- >You apologize for...being raped by her...because fuck logic.
- >You were scary. And maybe you do bring out the worst in others.
- >Rainbow Dash asked you out to karaoke night this weekend. You kissed her. She blushed.
- >Cheerilee is going to be there.
- >You're going to sing the Pony Equivalent of Queen.
- >Flash A-AH. Maybe some Bohemian Rhapsody.
- >Do the Wayne's World headbang.
- >And just...chill.
- >Life is strange.
- >But hey.
- >It only took you to rock bottom.
- >But even then, you knew.
- >Nothing good.
- >Ever comes out of
- >Fucking Fluttershy
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