[FR] Tough Love - 1 The Crumbled Soul

Not really used to typing in the green-texting format, but I’ll give it a shot for this story.  This does not take place in the same pony universe as my other story “Almost Human Feat. Anon”.  Also, snuggle up to your loved ones because by reading this abomination, you will send everyone within a 5 mile radius straight to Pony Hell or Tartarus.

Enjoy!

>Day 135…  185…  225 in Equestria?  You know what?  Fuck it.  Doesn’t matter.  Same shit, different day.
>Alarm clock goes blaring in your ears which causes you to reach for it and throw it against the wall shattering it to pieces adding to the ever-growing pile of other alarm clocks you’ve smashed.
>Only 05:00
>Dark rainclouds fill the sky blocking Celestia’s life and energy giving sun.  Heavy rainfall and thunderstorms could be heard from outside.
“Beautiful.  Now I have to work out in the rain.  Useless-ass fucking weather patrol.”
>Why is your lazy, cynical, and partially hung-over ass up early again?  Oh yeah, that’s right.  You have shit to do.  You work as a freelancer earning whatever you can by day and you also work fulltime at a local nightclub doing…  well…
>You work at a nightclub at night.  Luckily, it wasn’t always crowded so you could have gone home a little earlier.  But during weekends, you pull all-nighters while adding on top of your day-time work.  Very rarely do you skip out on your daytime work on weekends, you’re a sucker for bits as well as stress and debt.
>Your pay from that club isn’t worth fucking peanuts and no insurance or benefits are included.  You do however have an opportunity to make a ‘special pay bonus and special tips’ if you’re desperate enough, but let’s not go into details with that…
>You work as a freelancer to support other things like your applejack daniels habit (which you swear is critical for making it from day to day), unhealthy lust for sugar confectionaries/carbs, your over-priced gym membership, bills, bi-weekly therapy from constant attempts of rape trauma from other ponies, alarm clocks to smash, and other expenses which you know are not necessary but not willing to give up or admit they are draining your budget.
>Money doesn’t always buy happiness, but it does allow some kind of freedom especially in generous amounts.  If you were to explain your financial situation, you were like an American being thrown into a concentration camp in North Korea.
>Ahh, It was just like in back home, before you found yourself in Equestria.
>Work to live and live to work.  It was a vicious cycle and it seemed to have followed you here.
>Except for the rape thing though.  That just complicates things even further.
>You thought about getting a roommate or two, but most of them had a home or roommate already.
>And the ones that DID offer or wanted to be your roommate…  Well…  Let’s just say they had less than honorable intentions with you.
>Twilight needed Spike to stick around as her assistant.  He was too young to get a job, but worked like a dog for her earning dirt as pay.  So he was out of being a candidate for a bro-roommate.  He was a responsible young lad and his cynical sense of humor and wise-cracking made him fun to hang out with.
>Child labor laws apparently do not exist here in Equestria.
>Big Brokintosh?  He needed to watch the farm and keep Applejack busy from doing God knows what to you.
>It would certainly be nice to have someone to talk to at home.  The bottle of applejack daniels doesn’t seem to be quite good at holding a conversation with you nor do the pink elephants that appear when you get smashed.
>Fluttershy and Applejack offered to be your roommate several times in the past.  They still do.
>fuckthat.jpg
>You fall out of bed and onto the floor while facing the ceiling.  The hard floor still seemed comfortable and made any effort of standing up and starting the day pretty damn difficult.
>Loud knocking at the door.
“*Sigh* Are we really going to start this early in the morning?”
>Stand up wearing only boxers.  You don’t feel like dressing up completely; takes up too much energy.  You’ll just have to end up offending or arousing whatever pony may be at your door.
>If you divided by the number of fucks you gave, the universe would fucking implode.
>You drag and shuffle your feet while still half asleep to door which is still continuing to become progressively louder each passing second you don’t answer.
>Can’t look through window because you barricaded it with wood planks to keep molesting ponies and stalkers from breaking in.
>Grab a bit coin from table and flip it.
>Heads it’s Flutterrape, tails it’s Applerape.
>Catch coin and slam on back hand.
>Shows heads.
>This has been a weekly ritual between these two or sometimes both at the same time.
>Lately, it has been occurring daily and even twice in one day.  It was really starting to annoy you.
>Finally open door.  Yellow fuzzball of rape with long pink hair stands wearing a raincoat before you.
>You swear, this coin has some mystical fucking powers or some shit.
>She was holding a pink big-ass cake on a plate covered with a glass dome cover.
>The cake had various pillz, empty rx bottles, tablets, and syringes sticking out.
>Louis would shit himself at the very sight of this cake.
>“Oh…  Um… Hi Anon…”  She squeaks while her face turned red and stared at your semi-nude form.
>*pomf*  Wingboner.jpg
>Despite of a diet of eating like a bird, you were still able to stay in shape.  You still weren’t Ronnie Coleman or Iron Will, but you weren’t that bad looking.  Your gym membership, below minimum-wage manual labor, and escaping constant rape threats from other ponies kept you in shape.
>”I…  Ummm….  Baked you a cake.  You can have a slice right now…  If you’d like.  In fact, I think you should right now.”  She continued holding the cake in one hoof and a slice of cake in the other hoof while waving it in your face.
>”Mmmmm!  Doesn’t that look yummy, Anon?  Why don’t you dig in?”
>The slice had a syringe sticking out.
>Is she even trying to be subtle?
>You grab the tray and plate from her and look back at her several times.
>Fluttershygrin.jpg on her face
“Thanks Fluttershy, looks good.  Maybe later on.”
>”Oh, not now?  I must insist you eat right now!  Breakfast is the most important meal of the day!”  She says with pleading eyes.  Her eyes once again start drifting towards your crotch.
“Yeah.  Sure.  Whatever.  Later.  Crazy-ass Pegasus.”
>You turn around and kick the door behind you slamming it closed.
>You place the junkie cake on the table along with the other slice.
>Door is kicked open Fluttershy.
>She stomps in and slams the door behind her while kicking a bookshelf and couch to barricade it.
>She slips off her raincoat and rain boots tossing them to the side.
>”IT IS DELICIOUS CAKE!  YOU MUST EAT IT!”  Fluttershy screams at the top of her lungs while entering your house.  Her left eye is twitching with a look of unhealthy aggression on her face.
>Well, this is new.
“Umm..  Shy..?  You okay?  You’re a little more aggressive than usual.”
>You are approximately 5 seconds away from wreaking havoc on your undergarments.
>”I’m great, Anon!  Just great!  I’d feel even better if you just ate the cake!”  She said while still maintaining the horrifying expression on her face.  “Or we can just skip the cake altogether!”
>You back up against the table in fear.
>She lunges toward you and pins your shoulders down to the table.  Despite her usual passive nature, she was unusually strong.
>You squirm around trying to break free.
>She then plants her haunches on your legs preventing you from using your lower body to help you escape in any way possible.
>Her face is literally inches away from yours, with a look of fire in her eyes.
>You feel a chill riding up and down your spine.  Something about her was off.
>It was different this time.  All those rape attempts were routine by now.
>But this time you were legitimately in fear.
“Fluttershy, please!  Let me go!  Somepony!  Anypony!  HEL-“
>She then covers your mouth with her left hoof and pins you down with her other hoof planting it firmly on your chest.
>With your hands free, you try pulling the hoof covering your mouth, but failed miserably.
>You then try with all of your strength to move her stone pillar-like hoof pinning you down on your chest, but you couldn’t even make it budge an inch.
>She continues to pin you down even harder on your chest and mouth.  You start writhing at the pain and decide to stop struggling, but you still held one of her hooves in both hands.
>Despite your active lifestyle, not even your physical training prepared you for this.  All those pulling and pushing exercises in the gym still didn’t grant you enough strength to break free.
>”That’s a good boy, Anon…  Stop resisting.”
>Her voice…  It wasn’t the sweet timid nature you were accustomed to hearing from her, it just…  didn’t sound like her at all.  It was unsettling and it brought some kind of unexplainable sensation to your ears.
>And the look in her eyes…  Mother of God…  That stare…  It pierced into the very depths of your soul with one of them twitching.
>This was ‘the stare’ you had heard so much about from Twilight, Rarity, and the CMC.  It was one thing to have heard about it, but to actually have it inflicted upon you was a different story. It was also the first time experiencing it firsthand.
>All jokes aside, this was fucking terrible.
>“I’m sick and tired of your rejections.  It’s going to be different this time, Sweetie!  I just want to help you, that’s all.”
>She still had a hoof over your mouth.  You look at her quizzically while letting out a muffled response.
>How the fuck was she helping you again?
>”Now tell me, Anon…  Are you a virgin?”  She asked.
>You try to turn your gaze away from her, but she violently forces your face to look back at her with the same hoof.
>You felt your jaw almost dislocate.
>You can feel your lips mashing against your teeth under her hoof.
>”Don’t you EVER look away from me when I ask you a question!”  She yelled while forcing you to make eye contact with her.  “Now answer the bucking question!  Are…  You…  A…  Virgin…?”
>You can feel her other hoof crushing your sternum once again.  You can feel your chest caving in forcefully, your shoulders dislocating, and your scapulae digging and scraping into your back muscles while feeling as though they’re going to pop out of your chest.
>Your screams are muffled.
>A tear rolls down your eye.  The pain was becoming unbearable.
>You shake your head frantically while tapping her crushing hoof like an mma fighter being forced into submission hoping the pain would stop.
>She starts to relieve some pressure on your chest and mouth, but your chances of escape were slim and none.  Not with her kind of strength.
>Your breathing becomes effort-driven and heavy while trying to fill your lungs with precious life-sustaining oxygen.
>It was a relief from the pain when she had lightened her grip on you, but you knew all too well that this was only the beginning if you didn’t find a way to escape.
>“So you HAVE had sex before?”  She asked in bewilderment.
>You nod your head.
>”I…  See.”  She said while sounding defeated.  Tears started rolling down her eyes.  “So, I’m not your first, then?”
>You shake your head.
>She pauses for a moment.
>“It’s okay, Anon…”  She said while shaking slightly.  “I still love you.  And it won’t stop me from rutting you.”
>Your eyes widen as you shake your head frantically
>Your arms are flailing around like crazy trying to escape while letting out muffled screams.
>As you flail your arms around, you are knocking down plates, glasses, and the junkie cake off the table.
>“Oh yes, Anon.  You’re going to love me…  So help me Celestia.  And also, thanks for wearing only those things you call ‘boxers’ today.  It makes it easier for the both of us.”  She said.
>She repositioned her haunches over your crotch and settling in on top of your dick which for some explainable reason was starting to become a little harder.
>She lets out a squeak of satisfaction when she re-positions herself on top of you.
>She leans in on the crook of your neck and starts breathing heavily.  She inhales deeply capturing your scent and starts shuddering while letting out a slight moan.   Her wings start becoming erected once again and they start twitching slightly.
>You start shivering as she exhales and feel her warm breath on your neck.
>”Your scent…*sniff*  It drives me crazy.  I love the smell of it and I must have more of it.  No…  I just don’t want to smell it any more.  I want to taste it…  I want to taste…  you.  I want to lick and taste every inch and crevice of your body.”  She whispered lustfully into your ear.
>She then starts licking the left side of your throat trailing down to your collarbone.
>She then pulls back and starts planting kisses on your right collar bone trailing up to the other side of your neck.
>She buries her nose in your hair inhaling deeply once again and moaning a little louder when exhaling for a second time.
>You can feel her hind legs and haunches quivering on your crotch.
>Her tail is flickering around erratically.
>You now feel a wet and warm sensation encroaching your crotch and dick.
>She was starting to become wet with her juices dripping and soaking onto your boxers and she slowly starts grinding against you with a slow and steady rhythm.
>Each bump and grind she makes on your crotch elicits squeaks and moans of pleasure from her.
>Your groans and pleas to stop are muffled by her hoof over your mouth.
>She then places her nose on the base of your neck and in the center.
>She sticks her tongue out and licks you from the base of your neck and slowly trails her tongue all the way to the tip of your chin.
>You start shuddering with every kiss and lick she makes.  Your breathing starts to become heavier as your chest starts heaving.
>She pulls back and licks her lips to savor the taste of your sweat.
>She lifts her hoof from your chest, but still has her other front hoof firmly planted on your mouth.
>There is now a red hoof mark in the middle of your chest.
>She’s still grinding on you, but now she’s moving a little faster.  Her squeaks and moans were becoming progressively louder and frequent.
>She starts licking in the general area of the wound and trails her tongue onto your right nipple.
>Her lips cover it as she swirls her tongue around it giving it an occasional suckle.
>She then starts nibbling it gently.
>After switching between nibbling, suckling, and licking, she digs her teeth in and starts biting it causing you to wince and grimace.
>With your hands free you try to pry her clenched jaw and push her face away from your body, but she is able to still push through getting what she wants.  She continues working your chest once again aiming for your other nipple.
>You then try to grab a handful of her mane with one hand and try to yank her back while trying once again to shove her face away with the other hand.
>She does not appreciate this and your resistance only infuriates her.
>She stops grinding against you.
>She releases her grasp from you with her front hooves while still straddled over you.
>Thinking this was your chance to escape, you then attempt to bolt your upper body into the upright position, but you are then shoved violently back into the table with your head bouncing against the table.
>You become slightly dazed and your vision becomes blurry for a second.  The room was spinning, but you were trying to focus once again.
>You regained your eyesight, but your eyes widened and your pupils shrank with what Fluttershy was about to do to you.
>She pulls her right hoof back and swings it across your face, landing a punch on your left cheek.
>The impact of the punch causes you to force your head to face right and bounce again on the table.
>You become disoriented and your head lands back on the hard and unforgiving table.
>You stop struggling as you spit out some blood diluted with saliva from your mouth at your side.
>She picks you up by the shoulders and slams you back into the table.  Your eyes were now facing the ceiling while dazed.
>She pulls her left hoof back this time and lands a blow to the right side of your jaw.  Your gaze now was forced to the left.
>You spit out some more blood to the other side, but the color of it this time had a darker burgundy color compared to the first spit.
>You regained your grip on reality and fight the urge to become unconscious while wiping the blood from your face.
>While momentarily stunned, Fluttershy pins your forearms by your side with your palms facing the ceiling and close to your head.
>She’s been playing cat and mouse with you this entire time and she could have had you whenever she wanted.  Not even Applejack was this rough or aggressive with you.
>She was just…  beating the shit out of you.
>Your chances of escaping were diminishing exponentially.
>”Did you forget who you were dealing with?  Do I need to remind how much stronger I am than you and what it is I am capable of, Sweetie?!”
>You knew her strength and what it was she was capable of.  She fucking wrestled bears.  You’d have to be a madman with nothing to lose to challenge her strength.
>“After everything I’ve done for you…  After everything we have been through…  This how you repay me?!  Did you know how painful each rejection was from you?!  Do you know how many nights I cried myself to sleep because of you!?  You brought this upon yourself, Anon!”
>You start flinching as she continued raising her voice.
>“I…  I love you, Anon…  And I still do.”  She continued while suddenly lowering her voice.  “Listen to me very carefully, Anon…  You need this.”
“What the fuck are you talking about!?  You’re forcing yourself on me!”
>”I wouldn’t have to if you just gave in to your feelings and accepted mine.”
“I thought you loved all animals, Fluttershy.  I thought you loved seeing them happy and healthy.  Don’t you always try protecting them from harm?  How can you treat me like this?”
>You were now referring yourself as an ‘animal’ and not as a human being.  You were now bargaining by sacrificing a portion of your humanity as well.  It was degrading, but it was all you had left to throw on the table in hopes of her letting you go.
>She turns her gaze away from you with her eyes half way closed.  She still has you pinned down pretty hard.  You then start seeing tears streaming down from her face once again and drip down to your chest.
“Fluttershy, listen…  Let me go.  We can forget about this!  I promise I won’t tell my therapist, any of the royal guards, police, anypony, anygriffin, anydragon, any-whatever!  Okay?”
>“Anon…”
“Yes?”
>“I’m sorry, but…  You need this.  I need this.  We both do.”  She turns to face you once again.
“Wait…  What?  F-Fluttersh-shy?  You’re not making any sense!”
>You tried to keep your voice from shaking the best you could.
>”You’re still testing me aren’t you, Anon?”  She said with the look of fire returning to her eyes.
“No!  Fluttershy!  Listen, I love you too, but not in that way!  This isn’t how-“
>“You just want to see how dedicated I am to you, don’t you!?”
>She was starting to raise her voice once again.
“This isn’t how you love someone!”
>“Yes it is!  When two beings come together, they make love to show them how they feel!  It said so in one of Twilight’s books!  Stop holding yourself back!  Let me show you how much I love you!”
“You’re hurting me!”
>“It’s tough love, Anon.  Sometimes, animals do have to be broken.”
“But-“
>“And sometimes, we must hurt the ones we love in order to give what’s best for them.  I only want the best for you, Sweetie.”
“Where is the sense in all of this?  Why…?”
>“Because I have to prove my love for you.  Y-you’ll see!  Just give me a chance!  JUST LET YOUR FEELINGS GO!  YOU NEED THIS!”
“NO!  FLUTTERSHY!  STOP!  YOU’RE OUT OF YOUR FUCKING GOURD!  DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME!?  THIS IS NOT HOW YOU LOVE SOMEONE!  YOU ARE COMMITING RAPE!  DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I AM SAYING!?  YOU…!  ARE…!  RAPING-“
>Your speech is cut off as Fluttershy forces her lips onto your own.
>You turn your head to the side and break the kiss.
>Fluttershy’s patience has finally run dry.
>She then applies more pressure and force to your pinned forearms as she pulls away from the kiss.
>This time you scream at the top of your lungs as you feel both of your ulnas on the verge of snapping.   Tears are now running down your cheeks.
“MOTHER OF CELESTIA, PLEASE STOP!  IT HURTS SO GODAMMN MUCH!  AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRGGGGHHGAGAAAAA!  YOU’RE HURTING ME-AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRHHRGRHAAAAAAAAAAAA!  MAKE IT STOP!  PLEASE, MAKE IT STOOOOOOOOOOOOP!”
>Fluttershy immediately releases your forearms, but she planted her front hooves on your chest still keeping you pinned on the table.  She leans in inches away from your ear.
>“Oh…  My!  Sssssssssshhhhhhhh…   Shhh…  Shhh….  Shhhhh…  Shh… Shhh…”  She says while trying to hush you and stroking your face with her left hoof.
>Her gentle touch makes you flinch and cringe.
>You are doing your best to hold back your sobs and regulate your breathing under her crushing hooves.
>“I’m so sorry.  Did that hurt, Sweetie?”  She continued while gently wiping the tears from your face.
>You then try opening and closing your palms to get blood flowing back into your hands.
“You… *sob*  Y-you don’t have the right to call me ‘Sweetie’ anymore.  Ever.  You’ve lost that right when you did what the fuck you just did.”
>She pauses for a moment and shuts her eyes while cringing slightly.  She lets out a deep sigh.
>Several moments of silence passed, but it felt like hours.
>”Fine…  Anon.  So be it.”
>She reopens her eyes and had ‘the stare’ once again on her face focusing on you.
>”I don’t want to hurt you anymore, but you are really making this difficult for me.  My patience with you is running thin.  If I sense anymore struggling or resistance from you, I will definitely break something of yours and I will ‘love’ you even twice as hard.  Do you understand?”
>More tears started running down your face.
>You don’t meet her gaze, but nod your head.
>”I’m so sorry Anon, but like I said; we both need this.  Trust me, it’s for the best.”
>What the fuck was she talking about!?  It was this crazy-ass rapist who wanted to force her on you!
>”Do you promise not to fight back?”
>You nod.
>“You will not be allowed to address me unless I allow you to.  You will not be allowed to speak unless spoken to.  Understand?”
>You nod once again feeling as though you are losing a piece of yourself each time you submit to her will.
>”This is for your own good.  I want you to give me a Pinkie Pie swear.  Now.”
“C-Cross my heart…  *sob*  Hope to fly…  *choke*  Stick a cupcake…  *gasp*”
>You drive your palms hard into your closed eyes trying to force the never ending waterfall of tears back into your tear ducts.  You clench your teeth and jaw tightly and tighten your throat while trying to fight your sobs from escaping your mouth.
>”Finish it.”
>There was no sincerity in her voice.  You were too afraid to see the look in her eyes.  You were also afraid of resisting her or putting up some kind of struggle.  You knew what she would do to you if you defied her any further.  Each consequence was becoming worse than the last.
>”Anon…”  She continued with some annoyance in her voice.  “Finish the swear.  ‘In my eye’.  Say it.  Now.”
>You were now full blown sobbing and wailing hysterically in front of her as you stare into her eyes filled with lust and wrath.  It was all you could do as a last plea for her to stop.
>Unfortunately, she remained undeterred by your final pathetic plea and broken condition.  She was still determined as ever to get what she wanted from you.
>She raises her right hoof in the air and punches the table just missing your face by literally millimeters.
>”I SAID FINISH IT!”  She gritted through her teeth while her voice was breaking.  You also heard a crack on the wooden table.
>You cower in fear and flinch by bringing your arms to your face and hiding behind them.
>Once you uttered these words and finished the Pinkie Pie swear, there was no going back.  Your body belonged to her whether you wanted it to or not.
>If there was truly a just and loving Goddess/God-like being, how could they allow something like this to happen?
>She wasn’t always like this…
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>Fluttershy wasn’t just a friend to you.  She wasn’t even a bro.  She was beyond that.  She stood beyond the simple realms of just friendship.
>She was almost like the older sister you never knew you needed.
>No…
>She was like...  A mother to you.
>Your parents passed away as a child in your old world, so you have very little to no memory of them.
>You practically had no parental figures in your life, but Fluttershy managed to fill the void as your mother when you mysteriously arrived in Equestria one day.  She took you in when you literally had nothing to your name and cared for you as though you were one of her own.
>She didn’t judge you.  She didn’t question you.  She didn’t chase you away with a stick or attacked you.  She didn’t call the royal guards on you.  She didn’t run away from you.  She didn’t yell or scream at you.  She was a bit startled towards you and your appearance at first, but she knew you needed help.  Maybe it was in her nature to help others?  Motherly instinct?  A sixth sense of hers?
>She fed you, gave you a roof over your head until you had your own place, she kept you clean and bathed you (although you kept insisting you had that part covered), taught you norms and etiquette within this pony-filled society, introduced you to other ponies as friends, and even gave you a weekly allowance but you kept giving it back.
>Even only after several days of your arrival in Equestria, she was more of a mother figure to you than anyone, anypony, or anything you had ever come across in your lifetime.
>And with that, you pretty much adopted her as your mother.  There were even a few occasions when you had accidentally called her "Mom," but the both of you just laughed and shrugged it off.
>Eventually, you started rolling with it and even had trouble catching yourself from time to time calling her your mother.
>She didn’t seem to have minded it.
>But the truth was as clear as day.  The both of you knew it all too well.
>She was your one and only mother and you were like a son to her.
>You owed your life to her.
>And you swore unrelenting loyalty and unconditional love to her.
>She cared so much about you and you felt no different about her as well.
>You sometimes needed her help.  She was always happy to help and practically never said no.
>She never could say no to you.  Ever.
>You really wish that she could sometimes.
>She always did enjoy seeing you.  The both of you always enjoyed each other’s company.  The both of you hung out so much that you were practically each other’s shadow.  The rest of the mane six were even sometimes jealous of the both of you when you and Fluttershy wanted to do nothing but hang out with each other while blowing them off.
>Especially Rainbro Dash.  You blew off your own bro just for her.
>YOUR bro!  This bears repeating.
>You were still good friends with the mane six despite this.  But when either of you or Fluttershy were apart or walking without one another around town or wherever, you always approached each other and stayed together for the rest of the day.
>She was also your protector as you were her guardian.  She saved and protected you from countless predators such as bears, hydras, manticores, cockatrices, other ponies that tried to force themselves on you, and even dragons that could easily tower over mountains!
>You, also being her own personal guardian in a way and her ‘assertive spokesman’, protected her from street corner vendors that tried to rip her off, any shady individuals that tried to take advantage of her kindness and generosity, acting as her ‘no’ man, and protected her from any being or anypony that would try to bring any kind of physical harm upon her (to the best of your ability, she was the one winning many of your physical battles when you lost).  Seeing any of these things happened to her was almost enough to ruin your day and mood and the same went for her with you.
>You felt safe in each other’s presence.  It was as though nothing in Equestria could harm or stop either of you when you were together.  You gave strength to each other helping the both of you overcome feats of accomplishments that the both of you thought were impossible and overcome fears that would often leave you both paralyzed.
>You used to asked her for advice when times were troubling. She somehow always knew the right words to say.  It was practically the first thing you did when the slightest thing went wrong or felt off.  She knew how to make things right again.
>She didn’t mind it one bit.  Day or night, there was always a smile on her face with her full attention directed towards you and the same went for you.  She couldn’t stand seeing you in any physical, mental, or emotional anguish.
>And even if you were, sometimes it hurts her even more than you.  It was practically a nightly ritual for you to just let her know that you were alright, breathing, and running a normal body temperature so she could get some sleep at night.
>In fact, she used to pester you if something was wrong:  you practically didn’t have to tell her anything and it made hiding your problems pretty difficult.  She was willing to bear the weight on your shoulders onto hers without a moment’s hesitation.
>You wanted to ask her for help or advice like you used to, but you couldn’t anymore.
>Not now especially.  And without her motherly advice and guidance, you felt lost.
>When she started attempts of forcing herself on you, a part of you shriveled up and died.
>It just came so suddenly and out of the blue.  You couldn’t figure out why.
>You stuck by her side despite your developing fear of her.
>This wasn’t the same Fluttershy you once knew and wanted to be with, but you didn’t want to give up on her.
>Not after everything you two have been through.
>Not after everything she had done for you.
>Not after everything you had done for her.
>She was so dear to you and the loss was just too catastrophic.
>She was still your friend and your savior.  You didn’t want to throw such a precious relationship away.  It was the most genuine friendship you have ever had in your lifetime.  Your loyalty and unconditional love was still strong for her, but it has been challenged countless times ever since her change of heart.
>At this point, the friendship you two once shared started crumbling.  You were hoping one day that it could have been fixed or even salvaged.
>She was your everything, your everyone, your everypony, your sister, your best friend, your guardian, your world, your…  Mother.
>You still held onto some shred or even residue of hope believing that she would one day stop, come to her senses, and let things go back to the way they once were.
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>But, they never did.
>Things only got worse.  Look where you are now and what is happening…
>The very one who protected you from physical harm and threats was now your predator.
>The very one who protected you from rape attempts was now your ravager.
>The very one of whom you sought emotional comfort from was now leaving you with mental and emotional scars to follow you for the rest of your Celestia-forsaken life.
>The very one of whom you saw as your pillar of strength has become weak and no longer can you lean upon it for help to keep you strong.
>And worst of all, the very one who you call your mother has disowned and abandoned you as her son.
>There are no words to describe your betrayal and heartbreak.  The one pony you trusted so much and loved like your mother…  She was gone.
>You now feared her.  You were angry at her.  You hated her.  You hated… your mother.
>Who could you turn to now?
>There is no pony, no dragon, no griffin, or no one that can save you now.
>Your hope has ended here and your pony-virginity was soon to follow.  And from the looks of it, your freedom and well-being wasn’t trailing that far behind.
>Your mother was going to violate you and there wasn’t a damn thing in Tartarus you could do about it.
>You have no choice but to accept this cold and harsh truth.
>May the goddesses of the Sun and Moon have mercy upon you.
>No…  You were no longer under their protecting and watchful eyes.  Celestia and Luna have both forsaken you.  They too have abandoned you.
“I-in…  My… Eye.”
>You once again start sobbing and wailing the loudest as of yet.  Your cries of anguish and fear fill every corner of your house but are drowned out by the heavy rain and thunder crackling in the sky.
>No one can hear you scream or weep.
>Except her.  And it seemed like music to her ears.
>”Good boy, Anon!  Momma’s going to make you feel reeeeaaal good…  I promise.”
>Goddesses of the day and night…  How did it ever come to this?
>Fucking Fluttershy.