[FLUTTERRAPE] A Spooky Problem - Part III

>Day Ghostbusters in Equestria
>Wake up the next day feeling pretty relaxed
>You have enough bits in your pocket and savings
>About 150 all together, so you're in a good spot
>Decide to take a day off to enjoy yourself
>Sat in your kitchen eating the increasingly disturbing cereal "Cheery Chews" brand
>You swear the person that designed these cereals was depraved
>The first one you ate was called "Friendly Fudge"
>Then they brought out a new one called "Jobless Juicey"
>Then it was "Wife-beating Blast"
>Finally they came out with "I'm going to prison Surprise"
>Like the names of the cereal, the stuff itself tasted even more depressing each time they brought out a new one.
>You're currently eating "Rehabilitation Rhubarb"
>It's just rhubarb.
>You're eating rhubarb for breakfast out of a cardboard box.
>Goddamn horses.
>You read the description of the toys you got with it
>"This is Crazy Caramel! Don't let him stay alone with Wife Windy, or Husband Hershel will go on a road trip with the cops again!"
>Shake your head and finish your rhubarb
>Suddenly notice the dead silence in your kitchen
>Your clock doesn't tick, and there are no birds outside chirping. So you stand taking in an unnerving peacefulness for a few seconds
>Realise that Fluttershy hasn't shown her face all morning
>Maybe she moved on?
>She would have woken you
>Or at least tried one last rape attempt with her freaky ghost powers before she left
>Grab your trusty jacket off the coat rack
>Notice a small hole where the stitches hold the arm to the shoulder
>Let out a groan
>Guess it's a trip to Rarity's today
>You needed to visit her anyway, you suppose.
>Head out the door and walk towards the boutique
>Take the familiar route through town, the Market.
>Today is incredibly quiet, only a few stalls are set up
>The few ponies that are set up are either looking very bored or asleep
>See one such pony sat at her stall playing with a cucumber
>No, you flithy animal.
>God damn.
>She's rolling it around on the stall counter

1/?

>Walk on over
>She sees you coming and her day looks like it was just made
>Hastily she puts the cucumber back in a box
Hope you weren't planning on selling that, Greenthumb.
>She blushes fiercly
>"N-not at all, Anon. So uhh. What brings you around here?"
Nothing really. Just saw that not too many stalls were set up. Any luck today?
>"A few customers. About 5 from my daily quota. H-how about you? Is your stall ok?"
>Grin at her
>She realises what she just said
>"Oh. Umm. Yeah. Sorry."
>She's like Fluttershy.
>Without the rape
Well it's good to hear that you're getting somewhere. Applejack and Carrot Top aren't around today so you have a good chance of selling lots of stuff!
>She beams at that
>"Yup! I sure hope so."
>Then she starts shuffling her hooves around
>"I like it when you visit me, Anon. It gives me motivation..."
>Smile warmly
That's alright, Greenthumb. I'm happy to help a friend.
>At the word friend she displays a shadow of a wince
Something wrong?
>"Well umm. I was kinda hoping."
>She clears her throat and stands up tall, looking you in the eye with determination you rarely see her show
>"I want to go out with you to dinner."
>You stare at her for a moment
>As you expected, her composure quickly crumbles and she slumps again, looking at you sheepishly
>"Uhh. Is that okay?"
I'd love to, Greenthumb.
>Grin to show her you mean it
>And you do.

2/?

>You haven't actually been interested in anyone around here, in the two years you've been in this world.
>Fluttershy was off the list for obvious reasons, the rest of the Mane 6 were volatile, even Applejack with her workaholism.
>Rarity was far more depraved than you imagined, and preferred the company of other mares, much to your shock
>Twilight had OCD and took every little comment like a steak to the heart
>Rainbow Dash had an ego the size of Canterlot, and no matter how hard you looked you couldn't see any cracks in it. Either she's masking her real self incredibly well or she's genuinely that self-centered.
>Pinkie Pie was Hyper Active and surprisingly scary when she wanted to be
>She once locked you in her basement and forcefed you delicious candy for an hour because you didn't feel like eating much
>Lovely mare, but utterly terrifying.
>Applejack, as you mentioned, was always working. You were amazed that she ever found time to spend with her friends. And her brother was incredibly protective of her around stallions.
>On top of all that, none of the Mane 6, bar Fluttershy, had ever shown an interest in you.
>Maybe Rainbow Dash when she got drunk, but her reasons for trying to get you in bed was so she could claim that she once "Fucked an entire species"
>Technically she was right, but you weren't in the mood after she went on about how mastering your dick would be one SMALL step for ponykind
>Fucking Rainbow Dash.
>You wanted someone normal
>Someone down to earth
>Simple
>Nice
>Funny in their own little way
>No freaky magic powers or wings
>Just someone normal to spend and enjoy time with
>Greenthumb might be that mare
>She looks up at you with a innocent smile
>"Oh wow, uhh... Great! Sooo Where should we meet?"
Right here? It's easier.
>"Sounds good! Tomorrow? If you're not busy, that is."
I can make room.

3/?

>With that you say your goodbyes and you leave her looking more awake and motivated than ever
>You hope things go ok. It would be nice to be with someone who doesn't want to rape you.
>You pass a shop window and look at the wares
>That cake looks awfully good
>You peer closer
>Suddenly the icing takes on a new shape
>Fluttershy's face
>And she looks pissed
>You take a step back and shake your head
>Looking again, the icing is normal.
>Must have all been in your head
>You HAVE been thinking about her a lot today. Maybe you're just tired.
>Putting her out of your mind, you walk towards Rarity's shop.
>One uneventful walk later you march through the door, the little bell above the shop door telling her of your arrival
>Her head pokes out from behind a dress rack
>"Oh, Anon, dear! How are you?"
>She gets busy fussing over you, checking your clothes and hair style
>"You simply must get a trim, it's getting too long. Most unbefitting for a man such as yourself."
>She goes on about how you always suited shorter hair while you wait for her to stop
Rarity-
>"And your pants! They're a mess! Have you been... Painting with them on?!"
Rar-
>"Ugh, your jacket is also filthy, do you wear that everywhere you go?"
Rarity.
>"I ah- yes, darling?"
This is about my jacket. Could you please mend this bit for me?
>You point out the broken stitches and the hole
>"Ahh, say no more, Anon. say no more."

4/?

>She takes the jacket from you and trots into the backroom, telling you to wait right there.
>Stand around, inspecting the room for a few minutes
>Feel a slight breeze from behind
>Turn to see if it was a window
>All the windows are shut. As is the door.
>You feel a sense of dread
>Hear a faint noise behind you, like a breathe on your neck
>Spin around
>Nothing there
>Hear Rarity singing to herself in the next room
>"I'll not be a moment, Anonymous! This seam is giving me a bit of trouble but not to worry!"
>Another draft blows past you
>Stay perfectly still
>"I'm not very happy, Anon."
>That wasn't Rarity.
>That was Fluttershy.
>Turn to face her
>She's not there
>Whisper so that Rarity doesn't hear you
Fluttershy? Where are you?
>No reply
>The breeze has also stopped
>You're well and truly alone in the room
>Shortly after, Rarity skips back into the room looking pleased with herself
>"Those humans know how to stitch! I've never had to match such precise hoofwork before! But I did it!"
Thank you so much, Rarity. Really. This jacket means a lot to me.
>"Oh well I know all about that. But you never told me much about the fashion scene there... Pity. I'd love to know how you manage to do such a flawless job with these jackets."
>The jacket in question was something cheap you picked up back home
>Machine stitched, naturally. Far more precise than what Rarity uses.

5/?

>You leave the boutique, happy that your jacket lives to fight another day
>But Fluttershy is now on your mind more than ever
>Not happy? About what?
>Were you really not seeing things in that shop window?
>You decide to head home, seeing as you haven't got much to do but relax today.
>Actually, a few books might be in order
>Take a detour to the Library to pick some up
>Knock on the door, which is opened by Spike
>"Heya, Anon! Here for Twilight?"
Nah. Just books. Mind if I look around?
>"Sure, whatever. Come on in."
>You step through and start searching through the non-fiction section
>'Ghosts, Goblins and Ghoulish creatures'
>'1001 ways to spot a Ghost'
>'Ghost stories for foals'
>'How to tell if you have pissed off the supernatural'
>Well thanks, universe. I appreciate it.
>Hear a thud behind you
>Turn to see Twilight faceplanted at the bottom of the stairs
>She speaks, her voice muffled by the floor
>"I heard your voice. Came to see how you are"
That's nice, dear.
>Turn back around and keep browsing
>Twilight picks herself up and walks up behind you
>"Sooo. Fiction. Wouldn't you rather read something nicer? Like the social/cultural impact of modern magics in the last century?"
>Roll your eyes
Just a quick story, Twilight. Something to uhh, take my mind off a few things.
>"How about this?"
>'"You're a dead pony" - And other spooky tales'
Really, Twilight? Really?
>She blushes
>"Well you are sorta searching through the horror section of the Library"

6/?

>Realise that you are
>Now you feel silly
>Twilight helps you sift through some more books until you settle on a few, a romantic tale about two stallions called 'Horseback Peak', an adventure/comedy called 'World of Discs' and a tragedy called 'in the place of a parent'.
>Satisfied with your choices, you head on back.
>Your walk is quiet. You wave to a few ponies and enjoy the heat of the sun on the back of your neck
>Everything is peaceful. Way too peaceful
>It scares you
>Maybe you're just being paranoid
>So Fluttershy isn't gone, big deal. You can cope with her
>Right?
>She's undead, you can't touch her, she can touch you, she can follow you anywhere you go, and she was a rapist in life.
>You'll be fine
>You feel yourself sweating as you near your door
>You've got nothing to be scared of
>You fumble to put your keys in the lock
>Nothing to worry about
>Turn the key
>Nothing to fear
>Push open the door
>Nothing to lose any sleep over
>Your house is silent
>Stand looking into the gloomy dark
>All your curtains are shut, you must have not opened them this morning
>Yeah, that must be it.
>You quiver slightly as you walk through the door
>The walls seem to be closing in
>Are they closing in?
>No they're still
>WHAT WAS THAT
>Oh it was the clock
>You grip the books in your hands as hard as you can
>Your fingers are going numb from the strain

7/?

>Glance at yourself in the mirror
>Stop shaking and stare
>Your face is pale and sweat is making your forehead glisten
>Breathe deeply
Ok Anon. It's okay. Calm down
>Manage a smile
>The nervous human in the mirror replicates it
It's just your house
>"It's mine too"
>Scream like a little girl
>Drop the books
>Run upstairs as fast as you can and barricade yourself in the bathroom
>Fluttershy appears in the bathtub and pulls back the curtain, wearing a showercap and holding a louffa
>You scream again and fumble with the door
>Managing to throw it open and slightly damage the hinges you quite literally throw yourself downstairs
>You hit several steps on the way down and bounce slightly in a comedic fashion
>Several choice words escape your lips as you tumble
>Hitting the bottom you groan
>Turn your head to the left
>Fluttershy is led on her side next to you, her head rested on a hoof
>She's glaring at you
>Slowly pick yourself up and drag yourself to the still open door, which seems to be a beacon of light in the darkness you find yourself in
>Now's not the time for poetic metaphors, brain
>Sorry
>You rest a hand on the doorframe and gasp for breath
>A pair of supernaturally strong limbs grab your left leg and pull
>You struggle and grip the edge of the doorframe, kicking out against the monster pulling you back
>Unable to hold on any longer, you lose your grip and get dragged backwards along the floor back into your house, screaming the whole time
>You flail your hands in panic as your salvation slips away from you
>As you scream a ghostly force slams the door shut before your eyes and locks it
>Fluttershy's been busy

8/?

>In total darkness you lie on the floor
>Every shadow seems enhanced by your fear
>You twitch madly and sit up, scrambling over to a wall and wrapping your arms around your legs
F-fluttershy? Are you there?
>A hollow sounding voice answers you, coming from the very walls themselves
>"Of course I'm here, Anon. I'll always be here."
>You shudder
Was that you today? In the cake and Rarity's shop? Why are you doing this?
>"Because I love you, Anon. I always have."
That's no reason to follow me everywhere. But why are you so angry? Because I left the house?
>"Oh no, not at all. You can do WHAT you want."
>You don't like the emphasis on 'What'
>"I just don't like you doing WHO you want."
>Uh oh. She can't mean-
>"I watched you flirt with that simple little stand owner today, Anon. I saw you laughing and chatting like she's your lover. Do you love her Anon?"
What? No! I just like her as a friend-
>"LIAR!"
>At that moment Fluttershy explodes out of the wall, her face contorted with the sort of rage you'd see in the Devil himself
>She shrieks like a banshee and flies straight through you into the wall you're sat against
>"I SAW YOU! DON'T LIE TO ME! I SEE EVERYTHING YOU DO!"
B-but what about other ponies seeing you? Don't yo-
>The house shakes, pictures on a nearby shelf shuffling around from the quake
>You slam your mouth shut and stay quiet
>"There's more to being a spirit than meets the eye, honey."
I-I'm n-not your... honey...
>Whoops
>Fluttershy rises out of the floorboards infront of you, her face a frightening combination of calm serenity and unbridled rage
>She smiles sweetly at you and strokes your face, her eyes narrowed and mouth slightly open
>She breathes out as her hoof touches your cheek
>You recoil slightly from how ice cold it was
>Fluttershy pauses, then continues to stroke you
>"Hush now, my little Anon. I'll keep you safe from that horrible mare. Don't you worry. I'm not just confined to this house."
>With that she floats through the wall into the outside world, humming an innocent tune

9/?

NO!
>You stagger to your feet and run at the front door, trying desperately to pull the lock back
>It won't budge
>You slam your shoulder into the door over and over again, the solid wood harming you more than you're harming it
>Gripping your hair you scream in frustration
>Your mind wanders to what that psychopath might do to Greenthumb
>She won't even see it coming
>You roar again and run into the living room
>You look around for anything
>See the window
>It's a large window designed to let the sun in and give you something to look through as you read
>Single glazed glass
>Pick up a book and hurl it at the glass
>The book bounces right off, not leaving a scratch
>Shocked, you inspect the glass
>You press a hand to it
>A faint blue aura meets your hand, rendering it unable to actually touch the glass
>You push your palm against it as hard as you can
>The aura gives in slightly, and you're able to touch the glass itself, but as soon as you relax, the aura bounces back against your hand
>You need something bigger
>Look around
>You eyes settle on your beloved reading chair
>You strain yourself and pick up the armchair
>Struggling to hold it, let alone walk, you stumble towards the window and with all your strength, hurl it straight at the glass
>The chair slams against the glass and flies straight through, you quickly follow it out and watch from outside as the blue barrier quickly reforms over your exit
>Look at the chair
>The fabric is ruined
>Mutter a quick sorry to your faithful companion throughout your literary crusade in this world and set off running towards Ponyville

10/?

>You are Greenthumb
>Today was absolutely brilliant
>Not only did you manage to sell 5 bits over your quota, you got a date with Anon!
>You giggle slightly as you walk into your kitchen and set your bits on the counter
>Smile proudly at it
>Look around your house for a while in content silence
>It's a small house
>Single story, one bedroom, kitchen and a bathroom.
>But it's yours
>And that's all that matters
>But soon, maybe it will be more than yours...
>You blush slightly and smile even harder at the thought
>You trot into your bedroom and pick up a magazine
>Some fashion mag full of clothes you'll never afford
>But it's nice to look at the pictures
>Stare wistfully at a beautiful dress in the top right of the page
>You'll need something to wear for your date with Anon
>Walk over to your closet and pull out your special 'going out' piece you saved for special occasions
>A simple little thing, it goes with your blue coat quite well
>You gasp as you pull it out
>Tears begin to form
>The whole thing is utterly shredded
>Pieces of fabric drop from the wreck and you fight to hold back your tears
>Slump to the floor, clutching the remains of the dress
>You sob quietly for a while
>Stare at it once more
>You can't even imagine how this could have happened
>Unless somep0ny has been in your house...
>You eyes widen
>Run to your safebox under your bed, where your savings are
>Punch in the combination and open the lid
>A single bit lies inside

11/?

>Gawp at it
>You had saved over 55 bits over the last 3 months
>The tears begin to flow once more and you miserably close the box
>Why you?
>As the tears continue to fall, you walk into your kitchen where your sack of bits is
>It's not on the counter
>It's on the kitchen table
>And a mare is sat at the table looking straight at you
>But not just any mare
>The Element of Kindness herself, Fluttershy.

12/12
End Part 3