[FR] Bittersweet Dreams - 3 A Sound Approach

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Time: 07:00, the following takes place after your night encounter with Applejack and Spike…  Or Barb.  Whatever her name was.
Location:  Your bedroom
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>You slowly open your eyes as you start feeling several aches around your upper back, pelvic region, and head.
>As you awaken, the pain was starting to become harder to ignore as you break away from your somewhat blissful slumber.
>Celestia’s onslaught of bright sunlight pierces your curtain window, but your hands did very little when you tried shielding your eyes.
>Judging from the symptoms you are feeling, it seems as though you are given a very unwanted hangover.
>Your body was screaming hydration, nutrients, and something to just ease the pain.
“Mother of fucking Celestia…  Ughh….  What happened?”
>You then remembered what took place last night…  Oh dear God…  It’s all coming back to you now.
“Oh yeah…  Right.  Shit.”
>Looks like you weren’t drunk enough to forget what took place last night.
>Well, there appears to be no Rule 63 Spike around nor are there any members of the rape squad.
>Plus you woke up in your own bed.  At least you didn’t spend the night out in the cold wilderness.
>This morning is off to a booming start.  Or at least more so than usual.
>…That is until your stomach says otherwise.
>You barely manage to make it to your feet and begin your grueling struggle towards the bathroom.
>You dive for the toilet and empty the contents of your stomach, and judging from how loud you were puking you were in pretty bad shape.
>But the hangover honestly didn’t seem that bad, it was just an addition to what usually took place as of late.
>It was always the same:  she would have her “fun” while she left your fragile body hurting in your wake.
>She would feel proud of what she did and even continue her physical and sexual onslaught on your deteriorating body.
>The putrid smell of your vomit, stomach bile, and Applejack Daniels fill your bathroom.
>You gather whatever strength you have in you and flush the toilet while trying to mask the foul smell with some pine spray.
>It did very little to mask the smell, but at least it made it more bearable.
>You toss the can aside and climb into your bathtub while not bothering not to get undressed.
>You needed to get the blood circulating around your system to hopefully speed up your recovery and get nutrient-rich blood to where it’s needed.
>With your foot, you kick the shower knob hoping that it would land on hot water all while remaining in the embryo position.
>The hot water burns and pierces your skin, but even your body’s threshold of pain was higher thanks to her.
>You open your mouth while filling it with hot water to rinse out the taste of your stomach contents.
>The steam from your hot shower makes it a little harder for you to breath, so you force yourself upright and throw your hand against the shower knob making it colder.
“Oh God…”  You uttered.  “Spike…  Bro… Why are you doing this to me?  Are you mad at me?  I just want everything to go back the way it was.”
>As the shower starts helping you recover, you were now gaining enough strength to remove your clothes.
>You were finally able to stand on your own two feet without having to lean on walls for support.
>As  you dry yourself off with a towel, it starts becoming covered with light red spots.  You knew it was your blood and it came from the wounds caused by her.
>You look into the mirror and stare at your ravaged body.
>As you clean your wounds, you feel the stinging sensation from the disinfectant and ointment.
>Looks like you’re running low on some ointment as well.  Already?  Geez, all of these first aid supplies are really digging into your budget.
>You sigh as you wrap the towel around your waist.
>You give the toilet another flush to rid the rest of the vomit that it couldn’t get on the first go.
>Despite the hangovers and costs of alcohol, it was something you definitely needed to preserve whatever’s left of your sanity.
>It was used to not only help you sleep, but to make you remember a time when things between Spike and you were simpler.
>You could pretend that you were in a time that he was still the same naïve, impressionable, and curious little dragon who always looked up to you.
>But…  Your little fantasy would come crashing down whenever SHE decided that she needed her “fix” from you.
>As you walk out of your bathroom, you continue reminiscing of older times with your younger bro of whom you used to call-
“S-SPIKE!?”  You yelled with your eyes and heart nearly jumping out.
>There she was; sitting on your bed with her legs crossed and with a smile on her face.  In her claw, she was holding what appeared to be a plastic grocery bag filled with Celestia-knows-what.
>Upon seeing her, you grab on to your towel and hang on to it as though it was the only thing keeping you alive.
>”Hello, my tasty little human!  How are you this fine morning?”  She asks while smiling at you.  You also notice that she starts eyeballing your towel.
>She stands up as you slowly start backing away from her, until you are backed up against the wall.
>But she stops in front of you while extending her grocery bag to you.
>You look at it, then back at her and see her nodding at you.
>”Go on, take it.  It’s all for you.”
>You take the bag and sift through it.  Surprisingly enough, you pull out a bottle of what appears to be NSAIDS, first aid supplies…  and bottles of lube.
>”Thought you might be feeling a bit…  You know…  Under the weather, so I got ya’ some things to make my little Anon-Wuffles feel AAAAALLLLLLL  better!~”
>The way she dragged on that word accompanied by that eerie giggle, it sent a piercing chill down your spine.
>And the way she refers to you as “Her Little Anon,” as though you were her property or pet.
>It infuriated you knowing that you are just some plaything to her and her sexual frenzies, yet it was depressing that there was pretty much nothing you could do about it.
>And every time you tried attempting something, you failed with consequences of unspeakable actions.
 >You COULD try standing up to her, but she’d always find different ways to leave you in a world of emotional, physical, and mental pain.
>But then again, with her dragon strength it was like bringing a rubber knife to slay a tyrant.
>Or in this case, the tyrant’s name was Spike…  Or Barb, whatever her name was.
>All you can do for now is just go along with it and pray that some God or Goddess like figure still has any shred of love and empathy for you.
>You knew that striking a female was wrong, but goddamn.  If it was wrong to bury your foot in this bitch’s teeth, then you never want to be right.
>As you walk across the room, you can feel her piercing stare burning right through you.
>Your ears perk up and stiffen as you glance over your shoulder every now and then, but each time you look over you just see that shit-eating grin on her face.
>You stare into those green eyes of which carry no soul within.
>”So… are you going to get dressed anytime soon?”
“Are you going to look away?”
>She leans in and snatches your towel away.  Her eyes feast upon your exposed body with her grin becoming even wider.
>”Nope.  Now let me see what’s rightfully mine!”
>You quickly grab a pair of shorts and put them on as fast as you can.
>”By the way, do you still have trouble walking?”
>Suddenly, you start hearing that giggle.  The same giggle that every time you heard just made you want to clean your ears out with a shotgun.
>But something was odd…
>That giggle you hear usually paralyzes you with fear.  But, not this time.  No…
>You started becoming infuriated.  Angry.  Just plain pissed off.
>And oddly enough, you just didn’t care anymore.
 >You clenched your fists and started gritting your teeth.  Your arms start shivering as your fists become tighter and start feeling your fingernails dig into your palm.
>Fuck it, if it ends here it’d might as well be in a blaze of glory.
>”Hmm?”  She said while raising her eyebrow.  “Is something wrong, my little An-“
>With your emotions dictating your actions, you lunge forward and try landing a hook on her face.
“I’m not your fucking property, you soulless little shit!”
>Almost effortlessly, she catches your fist into her claw.
>Her grip around your fist tightens as your feel her claws digging into your fist.
>She bolts up and shoves you away and back against your drawer with enough force to actually push it back.
>She dives in and plants a knee in between your legs with one claw wrapped around your throat.
>As she pins you up against the drawer, her grip tightens as you grab her forearm with both hands trying to pry it off.
>She violently jerks you around as a clear indication from her telling you to stop.
>You see her other claw slowly approaching your face with one of her fingers pointed at you.
>”Naugty naughty, little Anon.”  She said while wagging her finger at you.
>She lets go of your throat and gently trails her claw to your chest.
>As she draws circles around your chest, she also trails her claw gently over your wounds.
>You feel a slight stinging sensation as she strokes your wounds.  She stares at your desolated body with admiration and pride for what she did.
>You would’ve given anything just to wipe that look off her face with a hoofball bat.
>“You know, you’ve been a loose cannon as of late.  Even more so than usual.”  She said while licking her claw and savoring the taste of your blood.  “…And I really REALLY don’t like it.  It gets annoying after a while.”
>She can see the fire and hate you have in your eyes, just as you see the lust and hunger in hers.
>After an intense stare down between you two, you suck in your lips and spit directly in her face aiming for the bridge of her nose.
>She flinches as she slowly opens her eyes and lets outs a sigh of discontent.
>”While I do enjoy seeing you put up an occasional struggle…”  She pulls her claw back and gives you a swift backhand knocking you to the floor.  “This little attitude of yours has got to stop and you should really know your place.”
>You make it to all fours while facing the ground and see some droplets of blood dripping from your mouth to the floor.
>You look up and see her with her arms crossed as she licks your spit off her face.
“Heh.  Heh heh.  Heh heh heh…”
>“Hmm?”  Barb cocks her eyebrow at you.
>You sit upright while leaning your back against the drawer.
>Barb sees a huge grin on your face as your laughter starts to become louder and louder.
>”You’ve really lost it, Anon.  I guess I finally did a good job breaking you.  I will however admit that you have some resilience which was rather admirable, but even the strongest wills can collapse with the right kind of treatment.” She said with that as-a-matter-of-fact tone in her voice.
“Oh, no!  You’ve got it all wrong, you crazy purple fuck!  I’m not laughing because I lost it.”  You said while letting out even more raucous laughter.  “I’m laughing because…”
 >You then stand upright while wiping the blood off your face with a grin that almost matched hers.
>”Because what?  What’s so goddamn funny?”  She asks with some annoyance evident in her voice.
“I’m laughing because you hit like a little BITCH!”  You said while emphasizing that word as clearly as possible.
“You’re losing your touch.  That almost hurt as much as when you used to punch my arm as little Spikey-fucking-Wikey.”  You continued while leaning in to her face.
“…LITTLE bro.”  You said while whispering to her followed by a sneer.
>At this point, any living thing with some capability of fear would tell you that you’ve fucking lost it at this point.
>Her twitching eyes nearly popped out her head as she started fuming.  You can see green fire followed by smoke escaping her nostrils as she started gritting her exposed fangs.
>She wraps her claw around your throat and holds you up in the air.
>”Do you have a death wish!?”
“Maybe…   Maybe not.  But one thing’s *cough* for certain.”  You said while taking hold of her wrist.  “It would be a damn shame if I was slain by your claws.  If I’m going to perish, I’d might as well try to have some shred of dignity because getting hit by a train or getting run over by an apple cart would be a step up.”
>”…”
>This could be it.
>If you’re going to be sent to the golden gate above, you’d might as well deny her of the satisfaction she gets from your anguish.
>And knowing that, it just puts a big smile on your face.
>Unfortunately, your smile was short lived as she slams you to the ground.
>As your vision starts returning, you see her feet moving towards you.
>She raises her foot and plants it firmly on your chest.
>”How many times do I have to break you in?  How much harder do I have to rape you?  With what I have stored for you…”  She starts leaning in while smiling.  “…I have only yet to scratch the surface.  Don’t forget who owns you, my little pet.”
“I’m not …*cough* … your fucking pet, you crazy purple fuck.”
>”That’s so cute.  I like how you act as though you have a say in this or what you do actually matters.  It’s always going to be the same in the end.”
“Somebody, please kill me.  Spontaneous combustion, runaway taxi cab, a pool of wet cement, anything.”
>”Oh, you’re not getting off the hook THAT easily.”
“Then get it fucking over with so I can start my day.”
>”No…  not yet.”
>You cock an eyebrow at her as she pulls her foot back.
“W-wait, what?”
 >”As much as I do enjoy your frail and pathetic body, it’s no good to me if it’s not able to keep me satisfied.  I’ll let you catch your breath for now.  But don’t think for a fucking second that I’m going easy on you.”
“So I’m no good to you dead?”
>”Pretty much.  I’m letting you off the hook only because I allow it.  But next time, I won’t forget what you did today.  I’ll remember it when I’m back for you.”
“I’m SOOOO fucking scared.”  You said as you roll your eyes back.
>”And I’ll do something about that little attitude of yours.  Sometimes pets like you need to be humbled and broken every now and then.”  She said as she started walking away.
>You slowly make to your feet with your arm wrapped over your ribcage.
“Spikey-Wikey…”
>She stops dead in her tracks and turns her head slightly.
>”I thought I told you not to call me that.  Ever.”
“Remember the good ol’ days when you were my bro?  What happened to him?  Why can’t things go back to the way they used to be?”
>”…”
“Spikey?”
>”He’s long gone.  And he’s never coming back.”
“Why?  Answer me.”
>”…”
>She doesn’t say anything as she leaves.
“Fine.  Fucking leave and don’t tell me.”
>As a few moments pass, you can hear her footsteps fading until finally you hear your front door open and close.
>If your memory serves you right, this may be one of the few encounters you had with Barb where it didn’t end up with an exhausted prostate.
>You stood up to this tyrant for the first time, and truth be told…
>It felt kinda good, even if it did almost cost you your life.
>Things may finally start looking up for once.
>Today was going to be a good day and Celestia knows that you could use one of those right about now.
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>As you complete the rest of your morning ritual, you pour yourself a big bowl of Soarin-O’s.  You certainly deserve a bowl of it today.
>”Breakfast of Champions,” it said right on the box in clear and bold letters and right now you were starting to feel like one; it rather seemed fitting.
>After finishing your breakfast and placing your dishes in the sink, you start hearing a loud knock on the door.
>Looks like it’s that time of the day already; like clockwork every morning.
>Needless to say, you exactly knew who it was.
>As you walk to the door with a new sense of pride and accomplishment to tackle the day, you open the door and there stood the yellow fuzzball of fail-rape you call-
“Fluttershy,” you greeted dryly, “what a big surprise.”
>And for reasons unknown she was covered in sea king crabs with several of them pinching her and hanging on to her.
>”Umm…  OW!  Hi, Anon!  Are-  OW!  Crab p0nies your feti-“
“Not now, you silent, four-legged, sentient stick of butter!” you proudly proclaimed as you mush her in the face with your hand and shove her out of your away.
>You march down the road leading to the bustling market and already your ears drown in the sea of p0nies haggling and bartering.
>But unbeknownst to you, Barb saw your little confrontation with Fluttershy as you disappear off into the distance.
>She made sure you were out of sight and out of earshot as she approaches the crustacean-covered p0ny and helps her up to her hooves.
>”What’s wrong, Fluttershy?” Barb asked as she tried pulling off some of the sea life helplessly clinging on to her.  “You seem rather upset.  Is there something you’d like to share with me?” she continued while wiping the tears from her face.
>”Ohhh!  I’m just so frustrated!”  Fluttershy cries out while pounding the ground.  “I’ve tried everything I could think of, but he just won’t give in to me!  I just want to express my love to him!  Why can’t he just accept my feelings for him!?”
>”Hmm…  I think I understand,” Barb said while rubbing her chin.
>Suddenly, her eyes widened slightly and her grin stretched from fin to fin.
>”You know, Fluttershy,” Barb said while kneeling down and draping her arm over a disappointed yellow Pegasus, “sometimes, others just can’t see the big picture here.  You love him, right?”
>The timid custard-colored p0ny nods while staring at the ground.
>”And all you want to do is express your feelings to him; you want to make him feel good.  That’s not so wrong, now is it?” Barb continued in a sympathetic voice while masking her true disposition.
>”No…   In fact, that’s right!  Why should it be wrong?  If at all, I’m doing HIM the favor!”  Fluttershy declares with her assertive side starting to show itself.
>”Exactly, Shy!  But you see, Anon is sick!  He’s very VERY sick.  Understand?  He‘s not right in the head, even as we speak!  And if he’s not right in the head, then he can’t make the right decisions for himself or think straight.  Correct?”
>”Oh!  M-My!  My little Anon is sick!?  I had no idea!” she said with her hooves covering her mouth and gasping slightly.  “It all makes sense now!  Why didn’t I see it before!?”
>”His denial is very strong, so it was natural for you to be convinced and he was able to hide it so well.  Now let me ask you something,” Barb queried while slowly leaning in to Fluttershy’s ear, “do you want to help him?  Do you want to express your love and feelings to him?  And more importantly, do you want to make him feel good?” she continued whispering softly into her ear.
>”Yes.  Yes!  YES!  Anything at all!  I just want to help my poor, helpless, and defenseless little Anon!”
>”Good girl!  Your heart is definitely in the right place!” Barb said as she pulled herself back.  “Now then, come with me and let me help you.  I promise that by the end of the day, you’ll be able to express more than just your feelings to him.”
>As the two of them walk away and head to Twilight’s tree house, Barb tilts her head to the side and stares at you walking proudly into the bustling market.
>”Enjoy your victory now while it lasts, Anonymous,” the purple crazed bitch grumbled under her breath while narrowing her eyes at you, “because tonight, you’re going to be in for one HELL of a ride and it’s going to be one you’ll never forget.  I promise,” she continued while giggling.
>”Hmm?”  Fluttershy asks while turning to Barb. “What’s so funny?”
>”Oh!  Nothing at all, my dearest Fluttershy!”  Barb replied while letting out even more giggling.  “It’s just that the anticipation is just killing me right now!  I can’t wait to ‘help’ Anon with his problem and see him all ‘better’ again!”
>”Uh-huh!  Me too, Barb!  Me too!” Fluttershy replies with her spirits being lifted up.  “You’re such a good friend, Barb!  You really are, and not only to me but to Anon as well!  He really does need you in his life!”
>”You absolutely have no idea.  He would be so lost without a good friend like me in his life,” Barb said with her tail shivering and flickering around erratically, “whatever it takes, I’ll make sure that he gets ALL the ‘help’ he’ll ever need and then some.  I’m gonna ‘help’ him all night long until the break of dawn.”
>Barb then starts licking her fangs as a tidal wave of lewd images of a dilapidated and vulnerable Anon started flooding her head and flashing before her soulless eyes.
>Her heart beats rapidly as she felt a glowing warmth in her stomach slowly encroaching her body.
>”And I’ll stay and help for as long as I need to as well!” Fluttershy proclaimed with an iron clad determination. “I won’t rest for a single moment and I won’t quit until he’s one hundred and ten percent!  I swear by Celestia’s bright and shining sun in the sky; I’ll help him all night long and even beyond daybreak!  I’ll even carry on into the next night if I have to!”
>”Goodness gracious!” Barb cheered with delight while being taken back by Fluttershy’s bold proclamation, “such an eager little helper, aren’t cha’?  Where in Equestria can I find more dedicated p0nies like you?”
>The two finally arrive at Twilight’s house.
>Barb shivers and squirms slightly while swooning with heat as she locks the door behind her and eyeballing Fluttershy very menacingly.
>As Fluttershy makes herself at home, Barb quietly opens a drawer and pulls out a rag and a bottle of chloroform.
>“Because, the more we have…” the female dragon silently uttered.
>She douses the rag and turns her attention to a distracted, naïve, and vulnerable yellow pegasus while slowly creeping up to her from behind.
>”…The merrier.”
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>As you walk through town…
>…while limping slightly…
> …You suddenly feel that same chill encroaching your spine and it’s the very same one that almost puts you to a point of paralysis.
>You damn near froze in place.
“That was kinda weird.  What was that all about?”  You asked yourself while wriggling your limbs and stretching your back.  “Meh, it was probably nothing.  Maybe it was just a pinched nerve or something.”
>You decide to take a break for today from your freelancing work.  Celestia knows that your wounds could use some precious recovery time.
>Eeyup, you feel a tremendous weight off your shoulders!
>Well, that is until you see Applejack running her apple kiosk in the market place.
>You unfortunately make eye contact with her as you’re walking and you decide to pick up the pace.
>She flashes a very unsettling  smile with a ravenous look of hunger in her eyes; the very same smile that you stared into when you were tied down last night, inebriated against your will,  and when she–
>NO!
>Eliminate those negative thoughts out of your head!  Negativity only breeds even more negativity!  You gotta take life by the balls and take control of it starting right now!
>You were doing your best to ignore her as you walk, but you hear Applejack letting a sharp wolf whistle as you walk past her.
>You stop in your tracks and start glaring at her, but she doesn’t seem to be concerned with your mood.
>She had only one thing on her mind, and judging from the relentless craving in her eyes and how they were fixated on your crotch, it shouldn’t have been too hard to figure out what she had on her mind.
>You turn around and stop before her, and you did so without fear or feeling intimidated by her.
>She senses your boldness, but she still manages to stand her ground against you.
>”Well now!  When did you decide to stop bein’ yeller and grow a pair?” she asked while cocking an eyebrow with her eyes still focused on the lower half of your body.
“I’m surprised that a country hick such as yourself was even able to see that!  That’s actually pretty good for somep0ny who has a brain smaller than a peanut,” you sneered at her.
>You know that voice within you that tells you when something isn’t a good idea?
>If that entity of abstract thought ever had a voice, Luna’s royal Canterlot voice would sound like a mouse squeaking down an empty hallway in comparison.
“Watcha’ gonna do, ya’ fuckin inbred pack-mule?  Hmmm?”
>Applejack’s face started to turn beet red as she started gritting her teeth nearly into a fine dust.
>Oh man, was she ever pissed at you!
>You could tell right off the bat that she he was really doing her best to hold herself back as she started digging her hoof into the ground like a bull.
>You can see her just itching to “put you in your place” with the very same powerful hooves she uses to buck trees with, but even she knew better than to do something like that broad daylight and in front of everyp0ny.
>She wanted to do more than just beat the shit out of you; like Barb she wanted to see you get taken down a peg or two.
“You can’t do anything to me.  Wanna know why?”
>”…”
“Because I can’t die!  SHE won’t allow it.  She wants me to live and be around to do whatever sick little sexual fantasies she has brewing in within the cockles of that little black heart of hers.  I’m under her ‘protection’ and under her strong and somewhat ‘caring’ claws.”
>*SMACK*
>You lean in and give her an “affectionate” pat on the cheek, but to her it felt more like a subtle slap to the face.
>”Why, I oughta-“
“Now now, Jackie!  You can’t touch me, remember?  Barb wouldn’t like it if you brought harm upon her little pet Anon, now would she?” you said as you started trailing your index finger under her chin and gently stroking it.  “You do know how strong she is and what she’s capable of, right?  Do you really think you’re strong enough to challenge her draconic strength and power?”
>”Hmph!”  Applejack spat out as she whipped herself away from your caressing hand.  “Can I help you with something?!”
“Oh!  Since you asked so nicely, I’ll just take 1 of the biggest and finest gala apples for now, please!”
>She still had that glare fixed on you as she unravels a plastic bag and chucks it in the bag.
>”Here,” she huffed, hurling the bag at you, “is that all?!”
“Temper, temper,” you said mockingly as you caught the bag laid some bits on the counter..  “Nice throw there, apples-for-brains!  I kinda miss the usual service with that radiant smile of yours; you know, the very same twisted smile that causes flowers to wilt and mirrors to shatter, but I think I can do without it just this once.  Besides, it probably scares the little fillies and fishies away.”
>”You little…”
“Welp,” you said as you started straightening your shirt and brushing your shoulders, “It’s about time for me to-“
>”Tell me,” she interrupted with that very smile eerily forming suddenly, “how much of last did you remember?”
>That smirk on your face suddenly disappeared and you could feel the cocky & melodious tone in your voice suddenly lose its pep.
>”Ya might’ve blacked out, but ah’ remembered it very clearly.  In fact, even though you were drunker than a goldfish in a bottle of Applejack Daniels, you sounded like you were really enjoying it!”
>You start clenching your fists with one of your eyes twitching.
>The very same set of emotions from this morning’s encounter with Barb are starting to show itself once again.
>But you yourself knew better than to assault a p0ny in front of the Royal Guards during their patrol.
>As she slowly started walking towards you, you take a step back.
>”HOHOOO, Doggie!”  Applejack hooted as she slowly circles you with her menacing eyes undressing your body.  “When Barb shoved that ol’ snake-like tongue o’ hers inside of ya, you moaned like a 3-bit whore in estrus begging for more!  You were blowin’ yer load like a crazed slut and you just wouldn’t stop making a mess!”
>Applejack stops circling you as she takes her spot back to her apple kiosk.  She had a grin that almost matched Barb’s, but not quite as mendacious.
>You, on the other hand, slowly walked up to her just stopping inches before her face.
>”I was impressed, Anon,” she said while beaming, “you humans can last much longer than colts.  And that look in your eyes when we were going to town on ya,” she continued while biting her bottom lip, “they were rolled back with your jaw hanging down!  You were moaning was loud as buck; just like any other piece of cheap flank trash would!”
>She sees the hatred and fire seething in your eyes, and it only made her smile stretch even further.
>”Wanna know the best part about all this, Sugarcube?  You can’t tell anyp0ny or any of the royal guards about this.  Because if ya did, Barb would be the first to reach ya,” she boasted while acting as though she was untouchable, “and she’d be the ONLY one to ever reach ya, if ya catch mah drift.”
>You let out an exasperated sigh as you drop your bag containing your mid-afternoon snack.
“Say Applejack,” you said while trying to keep you cool composure to the best of your ability, “would ya’ like to hear a joke that was very popular in my old world?” you continued while cracking your knuckles and stretching your wrists.
>Applejack cocks her eyebrow while staring you down; she knew what it was you were going to do.
>”Please,” she growls taking a defensive stance while digging her hooves into the ground like an enraged bull once again, “tell me how it goes, ya cheap, three-bit, colt-whore!  I love me some good ol’ clean humor!”
“Well, okay then!” you squealed with delight, “here it goes; what did the ten fingers, two elbows, two knees, two feet, and lead pipe say to the face?!”
>”I don’t know,” Applejack kneels her head down while wiggling her flank like a predator making an attempt on its prey, “what DID they say to the face?”
“Oh, you’re going to love this!  The ‘punch line’ is the best part!  They said-“
>”AHEM!”
>The two of you stop in your tracks and turn to the side and see a royal guard standing there.
>Both you and Applejack then stare at each other and drop your guards and stances.
>”Yes officer, how can I help you on this fine day?”  Applejack said with a cheerful voice masking her true demeanor.
>You have to admit, she pulled that off pretty well for some idiot who couldn’t lie her way out of a wet paper bag.
>That or this royal guard was gullible as all Hell.
>”I’ll take a dozen granny smith apples, please!” he ordered.
>”Coming right up, sir!”  Applejack said as she prepared a grocery bag for him.
“Heyo, officer!” you called as you wrapped your arm around him and picked up your apple from the ground.  “Between you and I, can I ask you something real quick, that is, if you’re not busy?”
>”Not at all, citizen,” the guard said as she puts the bag of apples in his backpack, “what’s on your mind?”
“Well, I just have a question about penalties for certain crimes,” you said while shooting Applejack a smile.
>Her eyes nearly popped of her head and you were certain that you saw bullets of sweat just pouring from her forehead.  “You wouldn’t dare,” she gnarled silently as you read her lips.
“I’m just wondering what the penalties are for attempted or committed acts of unwanted sexual conduct or sexual assault.  And I would also like know if there are any special penalties for repeated acts and serial rapists.”
>”Hmmm,” the guard said while scratching his chin and trying to jog his memory, “If I remember correctly, they get sent to a dungeon that’s appropriate for their crimes.  It all just really depends on the severity of the case and the number of times the offense was repeated.”
>”I-Is that all?” inquired a very nervous Applejack.  You also heard a very loud gulp as she continued sweating like R. Kelly chasing after a school bus.  That boastful demeanor in her voice had suddenly vanished.
>”Well, that’s according to ‘the book’ we were forced to memorize during training in The Royal Guard Academy,” the guard said while taking an apple out of his own satchel and chomping on it, “but, compared to the ‘official’ punishment that’s set in stone, the punishment’s not even the worst part of it all!  I used to work as a guard in the dungeons of Canterlot before I was stationed in the Castle and let me tell ya; the horror stories and stuff that take place within these confinement areas; the last thing you’d EVER want to be is a rapist of ANY kind!”
“I see,” you said as your eyes lit up like an x-mas tree, “and why would that ever be, officer?” you queried with extreme anticipation.
>Applejack on the other hand was shivering even more and seemed to be on the verge of losing control of her bladder.
>”Believe it or not,” the guard continued while wolfing down the rest of his apple, “rapists, molesters, filly foolers, any of those kinds of scumbags; they’re nothing but manure on the bottom of my horse shoe,” he continued while taking out another apple.  “They’re all just walking targets just waiting to be picked off by the bigger and stronger inmates.”
>”B-But they’re all criminals!”  Applejack blurted out while losing control over the tone of her voice.  “W-Why would they kill or hurt their own kind?!”
>“Criminals may be criminals,” the guard said as he started going to work on the next apple, “but even they have morals, feelings, and a code of honor to abide by.  Prisoners that do come in are sometimes mothers, fathers, sons, siblings, sisters, you name it!  Many of them also have loved ones outside those walls and the very thought of them ever falling victim to rape, well they don’t take too kindly to it.  In fact, they don’t take too kindly to such despicable acts, period.  They REALLY despise these kinds of scoundrels and they’re all seen as the lowest of the low.”
“I can see exactly why, officer.   That makes a lot sense and I couldn’t agree with you more!” you said as you shot Applejack a grin while trying your best to suppress your own giggling.  “What goes around comes around, am I right?  Sometimes, some p0nies just deserve what they get.”
>”Between you and I, citizen,” he leans in while covering the side of his mouth with his hoof and whispering, “we guards know what really goes on in there and how garbage like them are actually treated.  We tend to let the prisoners ‘work things out’ themselves.  It just makes our job a whole lot easier, it save the prisons money, and it does wonders when the justice system fails to deliver the ‘real’ punishment they truly deserve.”
>In other words, they turn a blind eye to them.  These bastards don’t even have a friend in this free world.
“So, what are the chances of a rapist ever leaving the prison?”
>”Most of the time, it’s usually in a body bag; many of them don’t even live long enough to serve their sentence.  And even if they do live long enough to serve their sentence and leave, they’re going to live the rest of their Celestia-forsaken lives labeled as a rapist or sex offender.  They may also carry a few scars with them; physically, emotionally, and mentally: they’re never same afterwards.”
“So if the p0nies in prison can’t get to them, something else or somep0ny will.  They’re as good as dead.”
>”Pretty much.”
>You look over to AJ and it would appear that she’s seen better days.  Her lifeless face was pale and she looked like she’s just seen a ghost.
>”Oh, my goodness!”  the guard exclaimed as he looked at the clock tower in the middle of P0nyville. “It appears my break is almost over; looks like it’s back to work for this colt.  But then again, nothing really exciting ever happens in this town.”
“Maybe you’re just looking in all the wrong places.  I sure there’ll be something later on for you to do and sooner than you think.  Often times, it’s when you least expect it and from the last p0ny you’d ever imagine.  Isn’t that right, Applejack?”
>Applejack just mumbles incoherently while whimpering slightly.
>”Umm, is she alright?” the guard queried while leaning over to you worried about the southern p0ny.
“Yeah, she’s just probably overworked.  You know how hard it is to farm such a fine product that’s high in quality as it is in quantity, right?”
>”I won’t argue with you there!” the guard said as he took out yet another apple from his satchel and started chomping on it.  “The Apple family sure knows their Apples very well,” he continued with a full mouth, “now if you’ll excuse me.”
>The soldier stands firmly as he salutes the both of you and resumes his rounds in p0nyville.
>As the guard disappears, you turn your attention to Applejack who now looked like she just recovered from having a coronary.
>She leans on her kiosk while fanning herself frantically with her hat.
>As she continues to recuperate, she then shoots a glare at you as she puts her hat back on.
>”Y-You were on thin ice there, Mister!”  Applejack spat out.  “If you told a single word about thi-“
“Yeah yeah, whatever!  I fucking heard it before; ‘If I tell a soul blah blah yadda yadda!’  But just remember this, apples-for-brains,” you flaunted as you lean in while straightening her favorite hat, “pray to the just and loving Goddesses that you or any of your little rapist shithead friends NEVER get caught, because if you do, you know what’ll happen and what they’ll do to fuckers like you.”
>”…”
“Well, it’s such a beautiful day!  It’d be damn shame to let it go to waste,” you said as you slowly walk away and wave behind you, “you be a good little filly now, ya hear?”
>In direct contrast with your tranquil state, Applejack on the other hand was a nervous wreck with a mix of emotions: fear and anger.
>She stares you down behind your back as her blood starts to boil, “B-Barb will hear about this!  Just you wait and see, Anon!  She’ll take care of you REAL good.”
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A few hours later…
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>It’s about a quarter past 9:00 PM, and you see Luna’s moon looking just as radiant as ever as you follow the dirt road leading back to your humble abode.
>Unlike the moon back on earth, the moon here was bright and had just the right balance of blue and white; the moon back home, however, was an ugly and dirty shade of yellow thanks to all of the pollution.
>It’s funny how you sometimes never seem to notice the little things in life, but maybe now you can stop, enjoy, and appreciate them a little just a little more.
>Maybe because there were no signs of you-know-who ever since your morning encounter with her.
>You see your house in the distance and already you hear the sirens’ call of your bed beckoning to you.
>You stop before your door and start searching your pockets for your keys.
“Hmm, weird,” you said as you patted your empty pockets, “where are my keys?  I could’ve sworn I had them in this pocket or one of them.  Did I leave them at the park?  I sure as Hell hope not!”
>”Nope!  I have them right here, Anon!” you heard from behind as you see a green and purple tail dangling your keys before you.
“Thanks Barb!  I-“
>…
>That giggling…
>You tilt your head to the side and turn your eyes slightly.
>There she was; she stands there with her claws behind her back, her pupils damn near shrunken, and her exposed fangs just wanting to be coated with your precious blood.
>You turn your gaze back to the door and snatch the keys from her tail.
“You know, it’s not nice to take things that aren’t yours.  Didn’t you learn your lesson before when you started hoarding?”
>”My, my, my!”  Barb squealed, “Such a display of boldness!  And so very fearless, too!  When did you decide to become such a big, strong, badass?”
“I’m not in the mood for this, you purple, overgrown, newt,” you gritted through your teeth, “I have some shit to do tomorrow and I don’t have any time to waste.”
>As you unlock the door and open it, Barb plants her claw stopping it midway.
>You struggle as you try yanking the door open with both hands on the handle, but she forces the door shut as she slams it close.
>”Aren’t you forgetting something?” she inquired with her claw holding the door shut.
“…”
>You feel the heat of her soft breath and smoke brushing your neck and ears, “you forgot to kiss me goodnight, silly!” she whispered as you felt her tongue delicately stroking your neck and trailing to your cheek.
“I really don’t have time for this.” you angrily said as you took hold of the door handle once again.  You fail to make it budge with Barb’s claw still planted on the door.  “Move your fucking claw, now.”
>”Oh!  You’re just a feisty little ball of fire tonight, aren’t cha’?” she exclaimed as she planted her other claw on the door and trapping you between her arms.  “All the more fun for me to break you down, my dear!  Now then, let’s stop wasting time and get to the REAL fun, shall we?  We mustn’t keep our friends waiting!”
“Bitch, are you weak in the upper story there?!  I thought I said I-  HRMPHPRHMHRPRMHMPHMHPMRHRMPH!”
>Barb suddenly leans in with a wet dripping rag being mashed against your face with her powerful claws.
>”SHHHHhhhhhhhh,”  Barb whispers, “just  close your eyes and go to sleep.  We have several guests to entertain, and I would be such a dreadful hostess if I didn’t live up to my promise to them, now would I?  Just make it easier for the both of us and give in to the chloroform.”
>You flail your arms frantically as you try struggling from her vice-like grip, but the world suddenly starts spinning.
>With whatever rapidly fading consciousness you have left, you form fists and try focusing on Barb’s blurring face as a target.
>You throw a left, but she doesn’t seem to be phased.  You toss a right and she still seems to feel unthreatened.
>At this point, you mindlessly throw your alternating fists as hard as you can in her general direction while hoping they land somewhere on her face.  You were losing control of your coordination as your CNS started falling to the chloroform.
>Each precious second you fall under the unforgiving anesthesia, your arms start failing on you and eventually fall to your side.
>Even through your valiant struggle against this purple tyrant, it appears that your drive and determination isn’t enough to stand up against the overwhelming odds thrown at you.
>”I remember you telling me something when I was ‘Little Spikey Wikey,’” she said while mashing the drug-soaked cloth harder against your face, “if I remember correctly, it went something like this: ‘Life’s battles don’t always go to the stronger or faster man, but sooner or later the man who wins is the one who thinks he can’.  Sound familiar?”
“Hrmphhrmprmph… ”
>”Now tell me, Anon; Did you EVER, at any moment of your pathetic being you call your existence, think for a single second that you had any kind of odds in your favor when standing up to me?!”
“…hrmp…”
>”Do you still think you can win?”
“…”
>”You see Anon, this is how it really goes,” she said while gently drawing circles on your chest, “the battles MIGHT go to the man who THINKS he can win.  But as for all the battles you fought against me in the past, to this point, and in the near future; I’ve learned that they’re all being given to the one who KNOWS they can win.”
>Your body finally gives up as you roll your eyes to the back of your head.
 >”We’re going to have so much fun!  Now rest your pretty little head, Anon,” you heard echoing into your ears, “because when you wake up, you’re going to need all the energy you can muster for tonight’s fun activities.”
>You blackout.