The prisoner. 1

The prisoner.

>A man lies at your feet
>beaten, bloodied, broken.
>you raise your blood caked hand, still clasping the deadly instrument that put him in such a state
>but before you can finish the movement you can hear a click
>at that moment even muscle in your body tenses with a blinding pain
>you collapse to the ground, paralysed
>you are pounced upon by the man’s partner
>”Officer down! I need back up! Officer down!”
-
>you wake with a start
>you take a second to adjust to you soundings…
>back in your room…
>fucking night terrors….
>you don’t know what brings them on…
>after all what have you to bother you here
>well, out of bed
>time to start a new day in Ponvile .


>Right, todays to-do list
>Pick up Spike, pick up food and avoid Flutter-
>a yellow bundle falls out of the sky
>shy….
>”Oh, hi Anon…lovely day today isn’t it?”
>you look up to see a net crudely handing from a tree
>you frown
“Fulttershy, was that for me?”
“Yes, I-I mean no, I-I mean…did you want to be…?”
>you sigh
”well Spike is spending the day with me so you know to tone it down right?”
>She looks the ground “I know…”
>She flies off.
>By now you can’t think of a fetish she hasn’t tried.
>you didn’t even think being caught in a net is a fetish, suspire bondage or some shit?
>Fucking  Fulttershy

>The rest of the day goes well
>you talk to Twilight for a bit, the river of questions about earth slowed recently, guess she just is running out of things to ask.
>after that you a Spike sent out to get yourself some food.
>you grown fond of the little guy, kinda reminds you of your little brother
>and considering the amount of time he wastes hanging around with you think his okay with you to.
>might be the fact you both have hands, kindred spirits and all that.
>”So Fluttershy try to do anything today”
>He is the only one who believes you about Fluttershy, probably because he is too young to understand.
Yeah, tried to drop a net on me today.
>the purple dragon looks a tad worried by that
>”Maybe she plans to capture you and ask you those creepy questions all day forever!”
>you chuckle
>ahhhh, if only life didn’t turn you into a jaded cynic.
“I don’t think so Spike, after all she’s Fluttershy, element of kindness and all that stuff, besides all here attempts have been pretty harmless, she would never do anything like that.”
>The dragon laughs in an agreement
>”yeah anon I guess you’re right.”
>welp, onward to market
>you would be surprised what a bit of farm work and opposable thumbs can make a man around here.

>you pick up you food and spike gets his cupcake
>you notice Fluttershy hanging around a lot of the stalls….
>strange…
>But she usually doesn’t pull any shit in public so you feel safe enough
>drop Spike at Twilights and head home
>good, you are famished
>you should stop waiting till the cupboards are bear before getting food
>meh, that pie looks fucking tasty
>you dig in as soon as you close the door…
>it tastes off…
>probably nothing…
>your vision begins to burl and you feel faint…
>…or not…
>you try to stand up but your legs are jelly
>you fall to the ground
>what the fuck is happing!?
>through your haze of what was your senses you manage to make out the sound of your door creaking open
>in the doorway you see a familiar silhouette…
>no….
>….she…..didn’t
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>That was a fun day out!
>the beach and the funfair, what could have been better
>And you’re getting a fish supper on the way home!
>you and your little brother are sitting in the back sit.
>Lots of cars on the road today; must be because of the fair.
>all of a sudden you hear a loud screeching…

ahhh!
>you wake up
>argghhh, terrible headache…
>these ponies don’t have the booze to get you drunk enough for a hangover of this magnitude
>Your eyes adjust…
>…
>this isn’t right.
>you are in a small dusty room, lit only by a single light bulb hanging in the centre of the ceiling and the glow of a fire behind the metal grate of a boiler…
>To your left is a broom and dustpan to your right is assorted bags of animal feed.
>In front of you there is a narrow passage leading to some stairs
>well as good a place as any to start
>you try to get up
>”clang”
>what
>something is holding you in place
>you pull your right arm
>”clang”
>you turn only to see your wrist shackled to a pipe
>Holding you there is a pair of think handcuffs.
>no
>clang
>nono
>”clang, clang”
>fuck no, not again.
>”Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang,”
>”Anon!”
>you turn
>”please anon, stop struggling…you’ll hurt yourself”
>you stare into the eyes of Fluttershy
>”please anon”

“Fluttershy!? What the fuck!”
>well…Its just I’ve been trying so hard to get you to love me….I thought this would be easier that me having to come to your door everyday…”
>Has she lost her mind!
”Fluttershy, I know you like me but this is not the way to go about it!”
>”well what is Anon? I’ve been trying for so long, I figured if you just lived with me for a while you would come to see how much a loved you.”
“Fluttershy…whatever this is it’s not my fucking fetish!”
>”don’t worry Anon, I’ll have plenty of time to guess your fetish now…I’ll come back when you’ve calmed down.”
>She turns and heads for the stairs
“Fluttershy!
>You hear her trotting up each step
“Fluttershy! Don’t leave me down here!”
>you hear a heavy door open
“FLUTTERSHYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!”
>”BANG”
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no…
…nonon…
fuck, no nO!
>”…yes…”