The flutter shy punishment picture challenge!

> You are Fluttershy. And you are being punished for kidnapping of the royal Pheonix.

> At high noon they have blindfolded you, plugged up your ears, gagged you, and chained you in such a way that you are forced to stand up for 11 days straight in the middle of the town square. To further humiliate you they have spread your hind legs wide, allowing anypony to view and anonymously use your marehood at their leisure.

> And you are loving the possibilities.

> Public humiliation alone has always been your greatest fetish, the included bondage was just icing on the cake. You are very thankful to Anonymous, for without him you wouldn't be here.

> Where  Princess Celestia would of just let you off the hook, Anon insisted that dealing punishment is part of the royal duties. Letting you go despite breaking the law would have give the citizens of Ponyville a negative message.

> Anon was not doing this out of spite. He found out about your fetishes one day when you accidentally swapped your diary with his notebook. He ensured that the princess picked a punishment that fitted your crime and met your desires.

> Yes you owe so much to Anon for this.
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> You are Anon, and you didn't set up this whole fiasco for Fluttershy's benefit.

> You may of discovered Fluttershy's extensive  list of fetishes, yet you never told her what your greatest fetish is.

> Denying ponies of what they desire most.

> You had to call in so many favors, bribe quite a few officials, and go through some less than favorable channels in order to acquire the needed materials in such a short time.

> You wait for the majority of the townsfolk to leave, until only the assigned guard is left.

> Exactly the one you hired. One with no sense of smell and a predisposition towards other stallions. You walk up to him, nonchalantly exchange formalities and as you pass by, slip him the perfume bottle and a few bits.

> You sit down at a small cafe, choosing the table with the best view of the town square.
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> Just as you instructed the guard prior, he sprays Fluttershy's nethers with the hormone concoction. One specifically designed to instinctively drive a male of ANY species away. Fortunately like your sausage smoking friend the guard, your sense of smell is diminished to the point of non-existence. Otherwise you wouldn't be able to do your work.

> Exiting Sugarcube Corner are 3 stallions, joking and laughing, and heading towards Fluttershy. As soon as they were within 15 feet, their previously jovial demeanor was instantly transformed into one of disgust and revulsion. One of the trio, a grey pegasus with a purple mane and tail, uncontrollably vomits, dry heaving long after his stomach was emptied. The other two mindlessly bolt away as if possessed by demons, their crazed looks frightening passerbys.

> Satisfied that your skills in chemistry are still top notch, you order a grilled cucumber sandwich with a side of fries, and you hit it off with the waitress. A young little thing trying to save up for university. Equestria really wasn't all that different from your old world after all.
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> As the guards change for the night shift, you retrieve the perfume bottle, and wait for the guard to distract his superior and relief with his daily incident report.

> While he informs them that the day has gone smoothly with no incidents other than a minor cleanup, you pull out a syringe out of your pocket and roughly administer the entirety of its contents into her left flank. Her gasp audible even through the mouth gag, shudders as your drug takes effect.

> You wait a few moments, then brush the tip of your fingers along her flank and tickle her marehood. When no response to even being touched is given, you jab your thumb right into her puckering asshole. To your relief, she still fails to react.

> You leave happy, knowing that even if some lonely drunk stallion or curious colt were to mount her, the amount of morphine you injected into her will not allow her to feel a thing. Hey, even you need your beauty sleep.
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> You are Fluttershy.

> you have no sense of time anymore. Your cloth bindings are permanently tear-soaked, and to the best of your knowledge, not a single creature of the male persuasion has used and abused you yet.

> Your legs are so numb from constantly supporting your weight, not that you weight that much anymore. Somepony has spiked what little food you receive with laxatives, so not only are you lacking in nutrients you sorely need, there is such a horrendous mess left to clean up.

> Not to mention the smell.

> Why has nopony paid you any attention yet? You were constantly accosted by rude stallions prior to all of this, asked to join them at their homes, told such crude sexual innuendos. Not to mention you were Equestria's number one model for a while. Surely somepony wanted to forcibly make you theirs.

> You burst into tears, sobbing incoherently at your situation, moaning loudly enough to make your gag as good as useless.
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> You are Anonymous, the only human this side, or any side for that matter, of Equestria!

> You are positively delighted by the state Fluttershy is in.

> You have long since dropped any subtlety to your actions because of your ecstasy, letting any living thing that would look your way see you dance a jig around Fluttershy as you lovingly perfume her. Asking nearby ponies to sing along to your merry tune every time you slap a needle into Fluttershy's scarring flank.

> You quite literally ejaculate every time you  see your most precious pegasus, noticing with each passing day as her spirits fall.

> However on the 11th day, you notice something positively dreadful. Your dear Fluttershy has stopped caring, and has completely withdrawn into herself. Yet not all is lost. You know what steps to take in order to bring her back. You are just going to need to borrow Pinkie Pie's cleaver and pay one more visit to Fluttershy's cottage. You DID promise to take care of her animals for her.
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> You are Fluttershy, and you have finally been released from your punishment.

> With the sight of the sun, you manage a brief smile, happy that this ordeal was done with. You walk to the nearest pool of water to assess your condition.

> Your fur coat has long since lost its pristine condition, you have patches of baling fur all over, pand where your left cutie mark used to be was pure scarred hairless tissue. Your private area and tail are stained a bloody brown, your inner thighs bleached from your urine. Every stallion that passes you wretches and turns tail. Still you have some comforts, such as your animal friends.

> Look there is Anon now, coming to offer to escort and support you back home. What a truly dear friend. Even though your punishment ended horribly for you, you don't hold it against him. He only did what you wanted. Plus he is the only living thing that is willingly touching you, let alone come within 20 feet of you. Everytime you stumble he catches you, often asking if he should carry you back.

> Never in your life have you felt this loved. In light of this very moment, all of the suffering you endured was well worth it. You would willingly endure the past 11 days again and again if it meant you could spend your life like this.
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> You are Anonymous, and it is taking everything you have to act natural. To keep your excitement in check.

> You want to just grab Fluttershy and sprint to her cottage and show her your hard work. How all of her suffering was instrumental to your attainment of Nirvhana, to the bringing of Heaven to Earth. Yet you wait, knowing patience will only serve to infinitely increase the pleasure that is yet to come.

> Like the Gentleman you are, you open up the front door to let your precious lady through. She walks into the living room, surprised to find that despite the time, that the curtains are still closed, leaving the room almost pitch black.

> As her eyes adjust and begin to see the outlines of her animal friends, you step behind her and lock a specially made lock that you had installed recently. One that can only be opened by say, a being that possesses 5 mobile digits at the end of an equally mobile arm.
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> As Fluttershy comments about how it was so nice of everyone to throw her a surprise party you fling open the curtains.

> Needless to say, she was surprised.

> Every single animal was eviscerated, their bodies nailed and crucified on every surface. The larger animals had their heads impaled on spikes and their bodies hanging off of meat hooks. Many of the smaller creatures were skinned and their corpses clothed and put into many a comical pose. Some were old maids sweeping, others were in the midst of performing a musical number, and off in a corner was your favorite,  a battle between an army of roman mice vs the Turkish rats.

> In the midst of her shock, you apply one final dose of morphine, giving her the biggest injection yet to the base of her skull. As her entire body is numbed, you begin to relay to her your involvement for the past 11 days, how you denied her every interested male during the day, and ensured that she felt nothing when she was porked by a lonely male at night. You even tell her of the chemicals you put in her food and laced her water with. How one gave her horrific diarrhea, ultimately  killed off her sense of smell so she couldn't tell what you did to her animals, induced an early menstral cycle and increased fertility, ensuring her pregnancy.
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> To further instill your point, you flip her over onto her back and begin ravishing her, letting the despair fuel your lust. Once you cummed in and on her multiple times, you relocate the both of you in front of a mirror, and begin violently thrusting the entirety of your arm into her, and using your spare arm to force her to watch.

> With your final load, you unleash onto Fluttershy's face, her now completely dead eyes and her pool of tears send you into overdrive. You force yourself into her mouth, not caring that your reserves have long since been tapped. You do this unholy act until you pass out from sheer exhaustion.

> You wake up about 8 hours later, never having been so satisfied. You look over to Fluttershy and check her vitals.

> Well... She's dead! Be it from overdose, how you violently destroyed her insides, or simply from a shattered spirit, you do not know. You exit the room to pack your things, and to leave for your new home in the griffon kingdom ahead of schedule. As you head out the door you stop, and turn back to Fluttershy's corpse.

> You pick her up, cradle her in your arms, and with a peck on the cheek you tell her;

" I love you."


THE END