(FR) Red Returns (13k words)

>It's another start to another perfect day in Equestria. You lie in bed, the sun streaming through your windows, and the love of your life in your arms. You breathe in the floral scent of her long pink hair. You run your fingers through her soft, gentle fur. Her sky blue eyes have not yet stirred away from her land of slumber, and you have no intention to change that. She has to work a double soon, and the hospital has been murder lately.
>The journey to having Nurse Redheart in your life was a long and winding one. But at the very least, you can say you're finally happy now. This sort of relationship just feels right. Natural. If there was one thing you could change, one tiny thing at all, it would be that she wasn't originally hired by your stalker.
>That's right, the yellow menace that the rest of Ponyville sees as a sweet, lovable pony who couldn't hurt a fly because she named him Wingy, is one of the most demented, dark, evil creatures in this land. It's all just lying right underneath the surface.
>Fluttershy has her heart set on you, and being in a steady relationship changes nothing. She still makes her guesses everyday. She still will break into your home and steal little meaningless things that you only use once in a while for her not-so-secret shrine.
>But none of that matters, because you have her. With her, nothing else matters.
>You hear the three knocks come from downstairs, and Red's eyes blink open.
>"Morning already?" she asks.
>"Yeah, I'll answer it. You know how she gets when we ignore her."
>Redheart grumbles and buries her head in a pillow.
>"When is that mare going to get it?" she mumbles.
>You head out of the room and down the stairs, throwing on a pair of jeans along the way. You start the coffee pot, then head to the door, tossing it open.
>Fluttershy stands in front of you, overly proud of herself and wearing a small satchel.
>"Anon, I have a proposal for you," she says,  her eyes locked onto you and seemingly... Void.  "Dump Redheart now, or I will give you the worst week of your life."
>Your breath catches in your throat.
>"Excuse me?" you ask.
>"You heard me," she says flatly. "And I won't repeat myself. This little game of cat and mouse is over, Anon. I'm keeping you. Nopony else is allowed to touch you, speak to you, or anything. You're mine. So it's time for you to wisen up. Leave Redheart. You won't get another chance."
>You sigh and rub your forehead. Is she bluffing? This wouldn't be the first time that Fluttershy did something fucked up. On the other hand, sometimes she really does just bluff her way through a fetish guess. What could she possibly do to you that would make the worst week of your life? She's came on you. Threatened you with weapons. Made you bleed. Kidnapped you and more. No. There's nothing else she could do to break you anymore than you've already broken.
>"Why don't you just do your silly little fetish guess and go back home, Fluttershy," you say, keeping your voice cool and calm. "We both know how this ends. You say some strong words. Do something weird. Then leave. Blah blah fetish blah blah. It's old. Just get on with it and we can go about our normal lives."
>Fluttershy's eyes widen for a second. She bites her bottom lip, then looks away.
>"Is this really what you want?" she asks calmly. "Last chance."
>Hah. She doesn't even want to do this one. Good job, Anon. You called her bluff.
>"Just fucking get on with it," you say, raising your voice.
>Fluttershy sighs then looks up at you with a smile.
>She digs a small stick out of her backpack.
>"I'm pregnant. And you're the father."
>You stare at her flatly.
>"No," you say flatly. "That is not true."
>"Oh really?" she asks. Then she pulls out a small orange bottle and tosses them at your feet. "How'd you sleep two weeks ago? The two of you had so many pills that I was almost worried I'd have to call poison control. Red even smiled when you came inside me. It must have been a nice dream."
>You take a step back. Your memory from two weeks ago was a complete blur, but you do remember feeling borderline sick to your stomach and light headed one day. No way. She's bluffing.
>"I'll believe it when I see a proper paternity test," you say to her, keeping your mask of confidence.
>The yellow pegasus shakes her head and gives there sharp 'tsks' with her tongue.
>"That's a shame," Fluttershy said, turning away. "I was just going to tell Red that you donated to the sperm bank, but in that case, I suppose we'll go with affair. Have a nice day, Anon."
>"Fluttershy, none of this is my fetish," you yell at her. "You might as well stop."
>The mare stops in her tracks, then turns around to face you.
>"This isn't about guessing anymore, Anon. Don't you see that?" Fluttershy says. "This is about fixing what is broken."
>As Fluttershy walks away, you can't help but feel like screaming. You want to run after her, grind her to a pulp, and finally end all of this bullshit. Who cares if she's an "Element of Harmony" or a Rainbow Ranger or whatever the fuck she is. She's gone too far. Drugging you and Redheart to rape you in your sleep? And then make herself pregnant with your child because of it?
>Setting aside any questions regarding pony biology, because this world is fucking weird and you can't rule out any possibility at any given time, you decide that your best course of action at this time is to regroup and recover. Redheart needs to be brought into the loop. Now.
>You pick up the orange bottle and close the door behind you. Sure enough, it's a small prescription bottle of high-dose sleeping pills, diagnosed to Fluttershy. By Nurse Redheart. For occasional leg pain and sleep discomfort.
>Right, from when she amputated herself.
>You decide to lock the door, just to be safe.
>You head upstairs, where Nurse Redheart is still lying in bed, the covers pulled tightly over her head. You quietly cross the room and sit down on the edge of the bed, unsure of where to begin or how to gather your thoughts.
>"Red, it's time to get up," you say.
>"But five more minutes," Red whines. "Work can wait."
>"No, Red," you say. "We need to go. It's time to grab the emergency bags."
>Red pauses for a moment, as if registering the words you just said. Then, she pulls the covers off and sits upright, her hair a tangled mess of knots and sleep drool.
>"What did she do?" Red asks, her voice stern.
>You place the bottle of pills on the bed. She picks up the bottle and inspects it carefully.
>"Did she drug you to sleep?" she asks.
>"No, she drugged [i]us[/i]," you say. "And she got herself pregnant from it."
>Redheart immediately leaps out of bed and gallops across the room.
>"I'll grab the bags. You head to the station and get the tickets for Baltimare. We might not have much time."
>"What?" you say, rising to your feet and following her downstairs. "I'm lost. Why are we running?"
>"Anon, it would be easier to just go and I'll explain later. We have to go right now before the town finds out what happened."
>At this point, you nod and bolt out the door. You trust Redheart at this point, and if she believes that actually bugging out of Ponyville is the best thing to do right now, then so be it. You run across town, not stopping to catch a breath, not stopping to think, not stopping to say hi to Rainbow Dash, not stopping to wave at Twilight, not even stopping by Applejack, who is setting up her cart in the market, to tell her that you quit. You just run. And when you arrive at the train station, you buy the first two tickets to Baltimare. You claim your tickets, and by the time you turn around, Redheart is pulling two wheeled bags by a rope in her teeth.
>You jog to meet your marefriend, pick up the bags, and she slows down to catch her breath. The train whistles off in the distance as the two of you sit on the platform, waiting for the train to arrive.
>"So, now that I've abandoned everything I've worked for, and we're running away together without a thought or question," you say, sitting down on a waiting bench. "Can you tell me why we're leaving?"
>Red sighed and sits down beside you.
>"Is it okay if the reason is... sort of selfish?" she asks.
>The question hits you like a brick upside the head. Your instinctual answer is, 'yeah, of course it's okay, because I love you,' but it's the implication in her tone that makes you pause before you speak.
>"Yeah, it's okay. What's up?"
>Redheart's eyes move to the ground as the train pulls up.
>"Ponyville is still a sort of... backwater town, sometimes. There's a lot of old standards here that don't always apply in a place like the city. It's just because of the community mindset and... well," she sighs shaking her head. "I know I might be over worrying, but have your heard of a Hair whip Wedding?"
>It only takes a second for the implication to set in. A horse hair whip. The lack of guns in Equestria. This is their equivalent of a shotgun wedding. Get married, or else.
>This was Fluttershy's plan, surely.
>"Then, I suppose that's it," you say, rising to your feet and grabbing your bags.
>The two of you give your tickets to the conductor. You find a private compartment for you and Redheart to sit in, and you pull the curtains closed, just to be sure. The train pushes off, and then, the only sound that fills the empty, stagnant air of the cramped compartment is the rumble of the train on tracks. You sit facing each other, sitting on opposite seats. Red's eyes move from you, to the floor, not saying a word. The silence lets you contemplate. And your mind begins to wander.
>This is it. You're finally running away. This is the day you felt like it would never need to be a necessity. Fluttershy finally did something that you can't resolve through either peace or violence. Which means the only option is to fly. And worse off, she created new life to do it.
>And then the weight of her plan begins to really hit you. She... force created a life in order to leverage you to follow her plans. In order to manipulate you. That's a new low. There's an evil in a manipulation of others in order to further your own agenda at the manipulated's expense, but this is a whole new low. This is a life. A new life. Or, well, a potential life. It could be a ruse. There could be medical complications due to the human part of the DNA. There's a solid chance that your child could never be born.
>Then the silence becomes overwhelming, yet deafening. You hear a ringing in your ears. Breathing becomes more difficult and you become acutely aware of every single little muscle and movement in your body. You feel a physical ache that settles over your whole body. You slouch some. A chill runs from your shoulders down to your knees as a tremble tickles the back of your throat.
>You may never, ever, meet your first child. Or worse, your child may never be born. Fluttershy has taken that from you. There's no getting it back.
>"Are... are you okay, Anon?"
>"I'm fine," you say, your voice wavering. You look down to your fist and notice your knuckles are growing white. A trail of moisture runs down your cheek. For a moment, you feel as if you only exist. There is only a husk where you are. You are nothing. "I'll be fine."
>Redheart moves to sit by you, placing a hoof on your shoulder and pulling you in towards her. You smell the sunflower aroma of her delicate pink mane. You feel the softness of her fur. You feel your body give and you allow the tiny pony to take a part of you and pull you into her. You feel her warmth take you and hold you closely comforting you. Keeping you tight.
>A stray thought then crosses your mind. 'Keeping you prisoner.'
>You push away your insecurities and close your eyes. Allow yourself to be loved, Anon. Allow yourself to know that you deserve good things. Allow yourself to have something that makes you happy.
>Redheart hums a gentle tune as she strokes the features of your face. You feel the water flow freely, down your skin and onto the fabric seats of the train car.
>In that moment, you've never felt more violated by Fluttershy. You've never felt more ruined by Fluttershy. With one simple action, Fluttershy took from you something that truly is unforgivable.
>All that's left is to restart.
>Hours passed as you and Redheart grew cramped in the tiny passenger train booth. The two of you remained silent, not because there wasn't anything to say, but rather, what was the point in saying it? That was what you felt, anyway. The waves of anger, guilt, and helplessness came in shorter waves now, and further apart. Maybe it's just desensitizing after all the shit that Fluttershy has done to you in the past, but at one point you rub your eyes and think that this is just another day in Equestria. Nothing more, nothing less. Just another day of the yellow menace wanting to make your life a living hell.
>Well good on her, it's working.
>"Um," Red says as her eyes changed focus between you and the floor. You raise your attention to her, but don't say anything in response.
>Her face is contorted, almost choking on words caught in her throat. She takes a deep breath before opening her mouth, as if making sure that speaking was still a function her body was able to do.
>"I'm beginning to think... I'm beginning to think I'm doing something horrible to you," she says. Then, she exhales, as if the words released a heavy burden from her shoulders. Her ears turn down and her gaze moves back to the floor.
>"Why?" You ask. Your voice feels flatter and more apathetic than you intended. You aren't mad at Redheart, it's just been a long day.
>She closes her eyes for a moment, as if putting herself in her happy place for a little while before returning back to the small train car.
>"I don't want to be a mare who asked you to give up your child to run away with me... and I didn't mean for that. It didn't really hit me what I asked you to do until right now. And now I just..."
>Her words trail off. She takes a deep breath, shaking her head. Her voice cracks and a pinkness rises across her face.
>"I'm sorry. I'm really not trying to make this about me. I just... I really don't want to be the bad guy here," Redheart says. "I did that once before I really knew you... and I'm still... trying to forgive myself for that."
>A silence fills the room as you look down to the floor.
>"I don't see it that way. You aren't taking anything away from me, Red," you say. "I'm not giving up my child to be with you, or run away with you."
>You sigh, running a hand through your hair. You rise to your feet and pull her in close to you.
>"The way I see it, Fluttershy took something away from me. From us. She took my first child. She took away my ability to share that experience in all of it's wonder with you in a fresh new way. Now... I'm going to always be left with more questions than answers. What if's? And even if I do get to see my child, or even gain some sort of custody... you'll know she isn't yours. You'll know the circumstances. This little one will be associated with a crime that she never committed or consented to. And that's wrong for everyone. You aren't the bad guy here, Red. So please, quiet that little voice in the back of your mind."
>Redheart pushes herself against your body and wraps her hooves around you.
>"I love you, Anon," she whispers in the quiet little car.
>"I love you too, Red," you whisper back.
>The train continues to roll down the tracks and the sun moves across the sky. You reach a hand out and open the curtain, finally letting some sunlight into the booth. The rolling plains of the open country pass by, animals grazing on the grass moving past at a blisteringly fast speed.
>"Where are we even going to live once we get to Baltimare?" you ask.
>"I don't know," Red says. "We won't even get to use our real names."
>"Yeah, I guessed as much," you reply. "Or else she'll track us down. I can do some handyman jobs, I suppose."
>"It'll be a lot harder for me. Hiding a cutie mark for the rest of my life isn't really... uhm. Easy."
>"I'm sure there's something we can do," you say. "If you want to stay at home, I can take two jobs and make this all work."
>Redheart pushes back to look you in the eye.
>"What? No. You can't do that."
>"What are the chances that someone in the medical profession will recognize you?" you ask. "And be honest with me."
>Red pauses, biting her bottom lip.
>"That's what I was afraid of," you continue. "We have to do this right. I couldn't hide the fact I'm a human even if I tried. So I can get jobs at night, doing hard, but honest labor. Maybe we can turn where we live into a sort of... off the books medical clinic. Bits only... sort of thing. That can be our primary income, while my work helps us buy supplies."
>"There's a lot of ways this could go wrong, Anon," Red says, looking away from you. "I don't like it."
>"What else do we have?" you ask.
>The car goes silent once more, as the mare beside you ponders your question.
>"I guess, here's my problem," she says, taking a deep breath. "I don't think me being recognized is going to be as much of a threat as you. No offense. I mean, you're the only human in Equestria. If somepony never heard of you, then it's only a matter of time until someone reports it, and it works it's way back to Fluttershy somehow. So, instead of me staying home and laying low, I think it would be smarter if it were you."
>You pause, taking a deep breath.
>"I would go stir crazy."
>"So would I," Redheart says. "Now you can see why I really don't like either plan. No matter what, it's risky. No matter what, we could get recognized. There is no good way to do this."
>"What if we left the country?" you ask.
>"And go where?" Redheart asks. "Saddle Arabia? The Yaks? The Griffons? The Crystal Empire? Every single place has positive relations with Equestria."
>"There's going to be risk no matter where we go. We need to find a place where we can at least reduce it as much as possible."
>"I understand," she continues, placing her face in her hooves. "I just don't know what to do."
>"What about some sort of desolate prairie? We could make a tree-house or find some sort of cave."
>"How would we find food or water? Or even basic supplies?"
>"We will have to rough it," you say. "It's not going to be easy, no matter what way we spin it."
>"We're not prepared for that. It's not an option," Redheart says, raising her focus back to you. "That's where the line is drawn."
>"Okay," you sigh. "So, if we leave the country, we need a permanent solution. Somewhere where all of this won't bite back at us. We can probably slip past some sort of immigration customs, but we still need ways to make money and enough resources to survive until we get there. So what do we do until we're fully ready?"
>"Well, we're on our way to Balitmare," Red says, thinking carefully. "I can dye my hair and put make-up over my cutie mark to work in a store or something. If I'm lucky, I could work in a back room, just in case. But we'd need to find you something to do too."
>"How about a night job?" you ask. "Like in my original idea."
>Red rubs her forehead, then looks out the window.
>"It's the best chance we have," she mutters.
>You look down at the floor of the train car, feeling the weight of the plan begin to weigh down on you. There's so much to do, and all of it has to be done as soon as possible if you guys are going to be able to escape Equestria with enough funds to survive and get by unnoticed.
>Then, you look up to her face. So calm, so serious. She's in this with you. She's in this with you all the way. She's willing to help you escape the clutches of Fluttershy for good. And then spend that new life with you, creating a new life for herself.
>She abandoned everything she had. Without even a second thought. A job. A life. Friends. Her old place, even if she never used it that much. And now she's here, running away with you.
>"Red," you mutter.
>"Yeah?" she asks, turning to look at you.
>"Are you sure this is what you want to do?" you ask. "All of... this? This won't be easy. And it's not going to be fun."
>The edges of her lips curl in a bit of a sly smile.
>"I wouldn't do it for anypony else, if that's what you're asking. You're worth it, silly."
>You move off your seat and place your knees on the floor.
>"I mean this is going to be really, really hard. And we'll be miserable. We'll be sick. And tired. And burnt out-"
>"But we'll have each other," she says, cutting you off. "Anon, what are you saying?"
>A hint of a smile curls on your lips.
>"What I'm asking is, after all of this is over. After we escape and are able to start a new life, we're only going to have each other. And that's it. It'll be you and me, and a whole new world to explore and make our own. For the rest of our lives. Do you see what I'm saying?"
>Redheart looks over the features of your face blankly, before her pupils grow wide. A faint rosiness grows on her cheeks.
>"I don't want to do this with any other pony, Redheart," you say softly. "And if we're going to do this. I want it to be you and me. For the rest of our lives."
>Her eyes begin to glisten from the sunshine beaming in through the window. Her tail gives an involuntary wag as her ears fully perk up.
>"Will you-"
>"Yes," she says, cutting you off. "Of course I will, Anon."
>Redheart leaps into your arms and plants her lips onto yours. You wrap your arms around her and pull her in tightly.
>Then it's settled. It's just you and her now. This is the start of a whole new chapter. A whole new story. And this time, you're in the driver seat.
>You feel her tongue push into your mouth, and you taste the sweetness of her saliva mixed with yours. Soft, wet kissing noises fill the tiny room as you feel her hind quarters rest on your lap. She breaks away, and looks down into your eyes. She giggles lightly.
>"You know," she teases. "We do have a little more time before the train stops..."
>You raise your eyebrows and your smile morphs into a smirk.
>"Why Red," you say coyly. "Are you suggesting something lewd?"
>She bats a hoof against your chest, then lets it rest there on top of your shirt. Red bites her bottom lip as you feel her press herself down on your pants. Her warmth can be felt all the way through your jeans. Your mind begins to run wild with arousal, both filled with sensual, lustful desires and empty of any other thoughts. You lean in close and plant your lips against the nape of her neck.
>And then there are three soft knocks on the compartment door.
>You freeze in place. Red's expression fades and she whips around at the door which has its curtains pulled down. Silence comes from the other side of the door.
>"Do you think?" she whispers.
>You place a hand on her hoof and remain completely still, watching the doorknob. You and Redheart breathes in shallow breaths of the stagnant air around you. Red moves off of you as you rise to your feet. You place a hand on the doorknob.
>You take a deep breath, then let it out slowly. You feel your heartbeat ring through your ears. The hair on the back of your neck stands on end.
>You turn the handle and pull open the door.
>And the only thing outside is an empty hallway. You look both ways down the train car, and aside from a few closed doors of other passengers on the train, there isn't anypony in the hall. You feel your hand shake as you close the door.
>Checking the other rooms doesn't feel like the right thing to do. Even if you did find Fluttershy on this train, what would that solve? Would you throw her off the train? And risk hurting your child? If she has your child? Would you scream at her? Because that's done a lot of good before.
>How? How would she have known you were heading to Baltimare? It doesn't make sense.
>Is this what it's going to be like? Constantly looking behind your back? Peering around corners to see if she's there? Constantly weary of the next big fear?
>It's at times like these you wish there were more locks in Equestria.
>You sit back down and look back up at Redheart.
>"Maybe just a weird coincidence?" Redheart says lightheartedly.
>You look up to her with a light smile, then fold your hands. The silence fills the room once more and her smile fades as she looks down to the floor. Her ears fold over.
>"She'll never leave us alone, will she?"
>You let out a deep breath, and close your eyes.
>"We can only hope she will," you mutter. "We can only hope.
>The train's whistle sounds loudly, signaling the approach of their destination. Even now, as Ponyville was likely days of flying off in the distance, Fluttershy's mental grasp holds strong over you and your life.
>All you have to do is escape Equestria. Once the two of you are ready, then all of this can finally come to an end.
>You just have to keep pushing.
>~~~~~~
>"And here's your key!" The mare behind the counter says. "We'll need the first month's rent in just a few weeks. We prefer straight bits, but we can also take a check."
>"Of course," Redheart says, casting a wry smile as you take the key. "Apartment 4B, right?"
>"That's right."
>"Thank you," you say, placing a hand on Redheart's back. "Have a nice night."
>You and Redheart step out of the small apartment office and out into the musty city air. The sun is already hidden from view by the many buildings that break the horizon, but the sheer amount of city light keeps the sky lit as though it were early afternoon. That will take some getting used to. It'll be difficult to adjust to a big city after living in a relatively small town for such a long time.
>"Well," says Red, following you along the sidewalk. "This is it. A fresh start."
>"Yeah," you add, carrying your and her luggage. "Right now? I'm just ready for a good night's rest."
>You use your new key to unlock the front entrance to the apartments and begin to ascend the stairs of the apartments. One Floor, Two floors, Three Floors. To your surprise, the whole building is remarkably quiet, if not a bit dusty and smelling of mold treatment chemicals. To their credit, at least they're trying. It's all anyone can do.
>You reach the top of the stairs and fumble for the second key on the ring that the mare handed to you. You unlock the door to your apartment and hold the door open for your marefriend. Red steps inside and you follow behind her. You close the door behind you and take a moment to examine the door. You lock the deadbolt immediately. If Fluttershy is following you guys, or heck, even if she isn't, you might as well not take chances. The whole apartment couldn't be much larger than a hotel suite. The kitchen and breakfast area is directly to the left upon entrance, with a bathroom and coat closet to the direct right. The one bedroom is just past that on the right, with a living room/dining area that is directly ahead of the entrance. For the most part, it's a completely open layout space. There's a wall directly in between the kitchen and the main hallway to the living room, creating a sort of 'donut' walking circle around the carpeted apartment. It looks like there's also a window air conditioner!
>Of course, there is no furniture. As you should have expected.
>"It's cute, if not a bit empty," you say, trying to insert some positive energy to the stagnant air.
>"Well, I suppose that's why we have sleeping bags in our bug-out bags," Red sighs, walking through to the bedroom.
>You drop the bags by the bedroom door and begin to fumble with the A/C. A little bit of cool, circulating air will help the two of you relax after such a stressful day. You flip the machine on, but it remains dormant, comatose. You idly slap the device, hoping it would inject some life into it. Yet, it remains off. You sigh, shaking your head. Okay, a broken air conditioner is still an air conditioner. It could be worse.
>Walking to the bedroom door, you watch as Red walks through the bedroom and pulls open a closet door. A few moths fly out, causing her to recoil slightly.
>She deserves so much more than this. She deserves so much better than this.
>Red turns to you with a smile. "Looks like we have pets," she says, nodding to the moths that flutter across the room.
>"I've always been more of a dog person," you answer, giving a wry smile.
>"Don't say that to Fred and George."
>"Don't name them!" you say, smile returning to your face. "Then you'll never let them go!"
>"Nah," she says with a smile. "They're weaselly ones. I'm sure they'll sneak out and cause all sorts of mischief."
>Red approaches you and rests her head against your leg. An uncomfortable silence falls between the two of you.
>"It'll get easier soon," you say quietly. "This first week will be the hardest."
>"I'll start applying for nursing jobs tomorrow," she says quietly.
>"But I thought-"
>"We're both going to have to take jobs," she says quietly. "We don't really have a choice and you know it."
>You open your mouth to fight her, but your words escape somewhere into thin air. You simply close your eyes and exhale.
>"Maybe we should just get some sleep," you answer. "We can sort all of this out tomorrow. I just want to put an end to this horrible day."
>Red hums in agreement as she opens her bag and pulls out a small bag and pillow. You grab yours and do the same, laying them in the floor of the windowless bedroom. On the bright said, while it may be stuffy and cramped, it'll stay nice and dark.
>The two of you lay out your sleeping bags side by side, and Red smiles to herself.
>"We are the worst campers ever."
>"You can say that again," you laugh, laying down on top of your bag. The room is way too hot to consider sleeping inside it. But it will give your poor back a little bit of cushioning. Red lays down beside you and places a hoof on your chest as you kick off your shoes and socks.
>"We'll get through this," she says. "And it's going to make everything better than it ever has before. No more Fluttershy."
>"Yeah, and no more stupid fetish guesses. No more quiet knocks on the door in the morning."
>No fear of closing your eyes. That said, there's nothing to do but get some rest. You feel Redheart pull herself in close to you, and you wrap your arms around her. You place your arm under her pillow so it feels like she's using your arms as a bed.
>You try to steady your breathing and clear your mind as you fall asleep. However, you swear from two or three floors away, you hear the sound of a crying baby, waking in the night, demanding attention.
>Don't think about that.
>Don't think about it.
>There's no point in expending the energy.
>No good it would do anyway.
>Just sleep for now, Anon. It'll get easier.
>Just give it time.
>When your eyes open, you wipe the sweat off your skin and sigh to yourself. Here you are. You're in your new life. Next step: Get out of the country. You rise to your feet and try to stretch the soreness out of your back from a hard night of sleeping on the floor. Your eyes move down to Redheart who sleeps peacefully still. You smile wryly, but decide that letting her sleep in some more is the more polite thing to do than to wake her up with a little 'fun'.
>You walk out of the bedroom to your furnatureless apartment. Sadly, it's likely to stay that way, unless you can find something being given away for free. Maybe an old couch or something? At very least it would give Red somewhere to sleep. You walk to the refrigerator and open it.
>Sadly, it lies as empty as you'd expect. You just moved in yesterday. Of course there's no food. You don't even have any grounds to make a small cup of coffee. You close the fridge door dejectedly. You could probably run down to a nearby convenience store. Get some free newspapers and some basic necessities. Heck, you guys don't even have toilet paper. That could have been a disaster.
>You head to the bedroom, grab some bits, the key to the apartment, and pause. There's something in the corner of the bedroom. You notice it just out of the corner of your eye. You focus on it, and you immediately recognize it. It's a film camera. You walk towards it slowly, then pick it up. You turn the device over in your hands. There, on the floor, is some rapid developed pictures, lying face down. You pick up the pictures one at a time, studying each carefully. With each new picture your heart sinks a little lower into your stomach. Each is a picture of you and Redheart sleeping.
>Some pony was clearly in your home last night.
>Then, there are three soft knocks at your door. Holding the camera, you walk to the front door, trying to keep  your footsteps light. The door to the hallway is clearly still locked. You still have the key. What the fuck is going on here? Did Fluttershy already find where you guys live?
>You look out the peephole, and there's nopony standing outside. You take a deep breath.
>"You're just hearing things, Anon. It's going to be okay."
>You open the door and step out into the hallway. Just at the end of the hallway, you swear you see a dash of pink flash out  of sight. You study the hallway of your apartment, but the world stands still as you critically examine your surroundings. Not a door opens. Not a creak is heard. You sigh to yourself. Then you look to your feet.
>You find a small stick on the ground.
>You pick it up, turning the object over in your hands. You realize what it is from the two bars showing proudly on one side. A pregnancy test.
>Closing your eyes, you step back inside your apartment, holding the camera in one hand and the stick in another.
>It has to be Fluttershy. She's doing this to antagonize you. You look down to the camera. At very least, it might be a tool you can use in the future. For now... if Fluttershy is going to try to make your life miserable... she's going to have to try a lot harder than that.
>You step outside the apartment, leaving the camera inside, and lock up before heading down the hall.
>A gnawing fear follows you as you head into the city. If this is only the second day of what she said will be the worst week of your life, what's still to come? You ponder this as you hold the test in your pocket, your mind wandering to dangerous, dark places.
>The city bustles with activity as you move through the crowded streets. You spy a small convenience store on the corner, and you step inside, glancing sideways over your shoulder. It's not like you to be paranoid. Maybe it's just the stress of your situation beginning to settle deeper within your throat.
>Your fingers fidget with the small bag of bits in your pocket as you walk through the aisles of basic essentials. To your luck, the fruit looks fresh, and cheap. Go figure that in a world of processed foods, the healthy food is not only ripe, but untouched. You grab a few red delicious apples, a couple bananas, then make your way to a different aisle. There's a whole five different kinds of boxes of cereal, most of which are designed for children due to their high sugar content.
>'I wonder which of these Red would like,' you wonder, assessing your choices. You blink, looking up to the cashier, who gives you an impatient glare from behind the counter. 'What the fuck is the matter with him? Never seen a Human before?'
>Then you blink, and look back down to the cereal.
>"Oh, right," you mutter. You grab a box of Sweetie O's, which is basically a cheerios knock off, because everypony likes cheerios. Or at least tolerates them. You grab a carton of milk, and discover that the cartons at the back are actually dated OLDER than the ones up front. Maybe it's just your lucky day or something. You snag some plastic cutlery, plates, bowls, and cups, then head to the front counter.
>"Find everything?" The stallion grunts. I take a moment to look him up and down, his cutiemark has a paintprush and a color palatte as his special talent. That's rough man. I'm sure when there are hundreds of artists in a large city, it can be hard to make how special you are stand out against a sea of other people who are also special.
>"Yeah. Thanks," you say politely.
>"What sorta creature are ya?" he asks, ringing out each item in turn.
>"A human. It's sort of a new thing."
>"Never seen a human before," he says, ringing plates and utencils. "They from a new country?"
>"You could say that. It's pretty hard to get to. We-"
>"Nine bits," he says, cutting me off.
>You give him the bits, he bags the items, then puts the recipt in the bag.
>"Have a good day," he says dully.
>"You too," you respond, before taking the bag and walking out.
>Well, he was a pleasure to talk to. You grab one of the free newspapers with the words "Help Wanted" proudly on the front and exit the small store. You drag your feet slightly as you head back to the new apartment. In someways, you already miss the bright, cheery mornings that were in Ponyville. While some days, you'd just be a total asshole for the sake of being an asshole, sometimes their genuine happy-go-lucky attitude was what you needed to find a reason to smile. The whole atmosphere was simply... wholesome.
>Yet now, you have nothing of the sort. You head into your apartment building, where the lady who handed the keys off to you last night is sweeping the entryway rug.
>"Good Morning," you say to her.
>She smiles patiently back at you and continues to work away, only answering with a simple nod. She must be busy. Figures. Such is life in the city. People are closed off to their own lives, their own bubbles, and their own agendas. At least it allows you and Red some privacy.
>You ascend the stairs, and your mind can only wander to what Fluttershy could possibly do next? If you're honest with yourself, hope isn't really high right now. You'd hardly call the conditions you live in right now... great. Heck, you guys are going to have to wash and clean plastic utensils and be gentle with them in order to have something to eat with or drink with. God forbid that a knife or fork breaks...
>But for now, that's a matter of working a step at a time. The focus is to get out of the country. And this is a good place to do it. Equestria may be somewhat landlocked, but Baltimare is on the Eastern edge of Equestria, right beside the Celestial Sea. All the two of you need to do is board a boat with proper paperwork, and the two of you could go anywhere in the world. Anywhere. Who knows what you could find past the griffons or even further?
>That's all one step at a time though.
>For now, you step off of the stairs onto your floor and head down the hallway. You fish out your key and put it into the lock and turn.
>There's zero resistance.
>The door is unlocked. Or rather, was already unlocked.
>When you open the door to your apartment, your ears start on high alert.
>"Red?" you call out into the apartment.
>You step inside and close the door behind you. Then, you decide to lock it. If somepony is in here, they aren't getting out easily. If it's Fluttershy... maybe she won't get out at all.
>Pushing that dark thought aside you listen carefully for any sort of movement or sound, but the whole place is eerily quiet, even as you step into the Living Room. You turn to the kitchen and you find a photo on the counter by the Camera you found earlier. It lies facedown, and a pencil is sitting beside the new picture.
>You walk towards the picture, blood pulsing through your body faster than your breath can keep up. You hear your heartbeat as you move to the counter and pick up the photo.
>At the bottom of the photo reads in sprawling cursive writing. "You'll regret leaving Ponyville. Now I have to accelerate your week. This is your final day. <3"
>The photo shows a white mare with a bag over her head, hooves tied together, and her limbs blurry, as if she were struggling against her bonds while the photo were taken. You drop the photo as if it were scalding your hand. It flutters down to the floor slowly as your mind begins to race.
>That bitch kidnapped Redheart. Now what is she going to do? If you try to find her, you could be waking directly into some sort of trap set up by Fluttershy. On the other hand, you have nothing to go off of. No address. The picture looks like it was taken in this apartment. In the bedroom.
>The Bedroom.
>You turn, seeing the bedroom door closed. You stride accross the room, feeling your heart clogging your throat. You push the door open.
>Right in the middle of the floor is a noticible trail of blood, the way it fades into the carpet makes you think the trail was from dragging the victim. Probably Redheart. Lying on the covers where you and Redheart had slept just last night is a picture frame. A chil runs up your spine as you try to cross the room and smell the distinct smell of copper in the air.
>As you reach the makeshift bed, you kneel down and pick up the framed photo.
>It's a photo of you and her, sleeping in your bed, back in Ponyville.
>That must be where Fluttershy is taking her. To your home. Fluttershy has invaded your own home, and probably set up some sort of trap there.
>Is it worth it? This is Red you're talking about. Of course it's worth it. But the signs here are obvious. Fluttershy is boxing you into a final ultimatum corner. You could use this opportunity to completely buck the system. You could run. Right now. You could try to break border patrols. You could start a new life with Diamond Dog society or something. You could get so far away from Equestria that Fluttershy could never touch you. And she just gave you the biggest head start possible.
>But. If anything happened to Redheart, you'd never forgive yourself.
>You pick up the pillow she slept on just last evening and inhale a deep breath of the scent that still clung to it. You close your eyes.
>Red would probably tell you to just go. Go now. Escape that yellow menace and finally be rid of all this nonsense.
>But you'll just have to beg for her forgiveness.
>You grab your bag and begin to stuff your things back in. This is it. The final straw. Fluttershy has crossed the final unforgivable line. You need to get the next train back to Ponyville. But before you go, there is one thing that the city has better access to that Ponyville doesn't...
>One suitcase. Your entire life is packed into just one suitcase. You get your train ticket, board the train and step into a train car. A train car not unlike the one your rode here in with Red.
>And now she's in danger. Because of [i]you[/i].
>You take a deep breath and touch the edges of your suitcase, knowing what lies within is one of the most outlawed objects in Equestria. Everything is going to come to an end. A single, final, conclusive end. Either Fluttershy isn't coming out of this, or you aren't. There's no other choices.
>You close your eyes, feeling a rotting weight in your stomach begin to settle, it's wriggling maggots twisting and turning and festering from within. You've put Redheart into this. She deserves better than this.
>Hell, all of this was no more than some... matter of chance. Redheart was originally part of Fluttershy's original plan to tear you down and to keep you for forever. However, because the two of you happened to fall in love, you beat the odds and escaped that fate for an even worse one.
>You feel the weight on your shoulders begin to grow heavier. This is your fault.
>She could have fallen in love with any number of possibilities of any number of different multiverses where you would never have the light of your life. She would have been safe, no, better, happy. She would have been happy with any number of possible lovers and lived a wonderful, fulfilling life.
>Yet, now you've done this. You've put her into the line of fire.
>The train whistle pierces through the air. This is your last chance to get off this ride. This is your last chance to step away from all of this. To resolve this without bloodshed.
>You remain steadfast and breathe in the stagnant air, and you remember something she told you.
>"I can't do this to you," she said, the night you made that fateful choice. "You're too sweet. Too kind. Too wonderful for some terrible mare like me to do this to you."
>You bite your lip and close your eyes.
>You never really had a choice, did you? She believed she was the terrible, but in the end, you're the monster who was drawn to her. With a predictable wild animal who takes down anything who gets between you and it. You've put her into this mess.
>The train's wheels begin to set into motion and you feel the jolt of the machine as it lurches forward to your home.
>The train speeds quickly accross the tracks to Ponyville, and your limbs feel weightless. Your body feels empty.
>You open your suitcase, knowing that there's one thing still left to do.
>~~~
>"Hey man, you got the bits?" the stallion asked in the back alley of the city. He was tall, strong, and wore a hooded sweatshirt with a saddlebag.
>"Yeah, how can I know I can trust you?" you say.
>"Man, you're the one who wanted this on such short notice. We don't usually do rush jobs. Especially for some schmuck who isn't even in our circles."
>"Whatever," you say, feeling for the knife in your pocket, just in case. It was nothing fancy. A steak knife you stole from a restaurant as you called numbers and made plans. "Let me see it."
>Then, he pulls out a small bag and opens the flap before tossing it in front of you. There, at the top, sitting on top of another small box, is a six shot revolver.
>"Fifteen are in the box."
>"Just fifteen?" you ask. "That wasn't what we agreed."
>"What in Tartarus do you want?" he growls. "I should just take off right now--"
>"Fine, whatever." You reach into your other pocket and toss him a bag of bits.
>You pick up the bag and throw it over your shoulder as the stallion looks over his newly acquired bits.
>"Sixty fuckin bits?" he grumbles.
>"It's over double what I would pay in a store for this shit," you retort, turning around. "Plus, it's the last of my money."
>"Bullshit," the stallion says. "You've got enough for your precious train ticket. You've said as much. Fork it over."
>You keep walking out of the alley and into the sunlight, calling the stallion's bluff.
>~~~
>Sitting on top of your clothes is the gun. It's currently unloaded and wrapped within a black t-shirt. The box was fine to pass as is. You open it and look inside. Sure enough. 15 bullets. At least he kept his word on that.
>If you get out of this safely, you may not be able to go back to that city again, but you could care less who you've pissed off or what debt you may owe. This is more important.
>You're going to save Nurse Redheart if it's the last thing you do. Even if someone doesn't come out alive. Even if she hates you for how you do it.
>She doesn't deserve this. She's too kind. Too gentle... Too...
>Her own words echo in your mind as you close the suitcase with a snap. You'll likely go to jail for this. No. Worse. Ponies just don't get murdered in Equestria. They just don't. Magic is stolen. Love is taken. Power executed. But even the most devious of villians in this world are not executed. Death simply isn't an option for ponies.
>Guns are a method of hunting for food. Hunting accidents are a thing, but evil never truly crosses the mind of a pony. Not the evil that takes a pony's life.
>After today, you will become the number one enemy to Equestria. Taking the life of one of the six Elements takes away not only life from this world, but a degree of protection. One of the six that are necessary to unleash the power of the Tree of Harmony will be snuffed out.
>Good riddance. You'll welcome your hell with open arms.
>The sky is dark when the train arrives in Ponyville with a screeching halt. Your limbs move without thought, without feeling, as you take your suitcase and exit the train. Noises cloud the silence that fill your mind. Ponies bustle to and fro across the platforms. A mare reunites with her husband a little filly who is overjoyed to see her once more. Your eyes sweep away with envy. Jealousy. You blink your eyes and continue moving forward. It's important not to focus your emptiness, your anger, your apathy towards anyone who simply does not deserve it.
>The only person who will feel your wrath is Fluttershy.
>The plan is overly simple. Too simple, maybe. Walk in, with the pistol concealed, but loaded. From there, once you approach her, there's any number of things that could happen. But if these years enduring Fluttershy's torture told you one thing, it's that she wants you to come willingly.
>Like rearing an animal, she wants to break you down until you are putty in her hands, and then she'll build you back up into something that she deems fit. Her lover. But on top of that, she wants you to -want- to do this.
>Likely, she'll present you with two evils. The lesser of which would be submitting to her, and Redheart could go free or something. The most important thing is to ensure that Redheart is safe. If you can get Redheart out of the room, then it's simple.
>You shoot Fluttershy until she stops breathing.
>However, there's another possibility. Fluttershy is preparing for you to arrive with this sort of intent. This makes matters difficult. Whether she has a trained animal ready to subdue you, or something even more devious, you won't know. Then there's only one other option.
>Take away the only thing she wants in this world. You.
>This is about you. It has always been about you, from the very beginning. You do not belong in Equestria. It's likely without you arriving in Equestria, Fluttershy's perverted inner desires would never manifest in this way. Purely reasoning it out, you are the link here that needs to be removed to return the natural order.
>Fluttershy has been hard on you, but not other ponies. Which... means it would make sense she wouldn't go after Redheart if you killed yourself, right in front of her. Instead, she wouldn't know what to do with herself. But that doesn't matter.
>If Redheart is safe, that is what matters.
>You blink and you're halfway home. You stop, letting the moonlight wash over you in the dark town. Your mind pauses, recognizing where you are. You turn to the left, shifting the weight on your feet.
>You stand outside of a small, dark home. It nearly blends into the rest of the town, with its straw roof and basic amenities. You already know that it's only one floor. One small bathroom. One small kitchen. One small bedroom. All of the homes like this are the same in layout. However, that's not why this home makes your arms heavy. It's not why you feel your legs shake beneath you.
>This is where Red lives. This is her rented home.
>You feel your hand tighten around your suitcase. You have your keys in your pocket, ready to unlock your own home.
>However, maybe you should stop... before it all ends. One last time.
>Your steps are quiet, weightless as you move to Red's home. You place your hand on the doorknob, and turn. To your surprise, the door is unlocked and cool to the touch. You push the door open.
>The simple rentable home provides you no comfort, no warmth, no light as you step inside. You pause, examining where so many positive memories were made. You step inside, leaving the door open, and your eyes move to the couch. You remember your love lying in your lap, snoring gently as the last few moments of a movie played out. You simply caressed her mane and let her sleep after her rough week at the hospital.
>You move forward and turn your gaze to the kitchen. You can still faintly smell the hint of pancakes in the air from only a few weeks ago to surprise her with breakfast in bed. You blink a single tear that runs down your cheek and down onto the hard floor. A dread fills inside you, knowing that at this moment, it could mean that you will never experience that again. You may never be able to have Nurse Redheart lie in your lap and just gently sleep. Now these memories tease the edges of your memory, just out of reach, reminding you of opportunities that you will never get to have. Something torn away from you without even the slightest chance of foraging your own way.
>You place your suitcase on the kitchen table. Then it's decided. This is where you will go, after all of this is done. Either you'll be coming back here alone, and this can serve as your own reminder of what you've lost. Or you will come back here with Red, and make every single one of those dreams and memories come to life. In fact, you'll create new ones. You and Red will live a wonderful, uninhibited life from Fluttershy as the greatest 'Fuck you' of them all. You'll grow old together and-
>A image peeks into your mind as clear as the purest crystals. You play on the floor with a small satyr girl. Half pony, Half Human. Her mane is pink and pony lower half as white as snow. You and her make exaggerated voices to accompany her dolls as you dream of dinosaurs on the moon, feasting on cakes made of cheese. Red watches on from the kitchen table, smiling and sipping a cup of coffee, smiling. But it's not an average smile. It's a smile that spells a story of contentment. Of overcoming struggle. Of fulfillment. That in that moment, she'll never ask for anything else. Because she has all she could ever want.
>You place your hands on the table in order to hold yourself together. Tears fall from your eyes and drip onto the cheap wood.
>You will never give her that. In fact, you may not return here at all.
>You open the suitcase and unwrap the revolver. Opening the chamber, you load six bullets into the gun, then pocket the remaining bullets. You wipe the tears from your eyes and take a deep breath.
>This is it. There's no going back.
>You're going to kill Fluttershy, or die trying. For Red.
>You walk out of Redheart's home and slip the gun in the back of your jeans, then cover it with your shirt. You set off to your destination. Home.
>You can feel your clammy hands grow cold against the night wind. Your steps echo loudly as you walk through the dirt roads outside of town. Occasionally, you close your eyes and just hold them, relishing the darkness for a moment. If you were to die, today. What would it be like?
>Would you return to Earth? What would happen? Would this be the final note of your existence? Dying in a new world, devoid of other humans? Would there be anything waiting for you on the other side? Is there some greater creator or force that would judge you for every misdeed you've done?
>Would you be judged harshly for your actions against Fluttershy? If you murder her today, are you condemned?
>When you open your eyes, you find yourself leaving town. The dirt road leading off to the houses that live on the edge of town winds on and on. And there, on the side of the road stands a tree, worn and sickly. Its leaves had fallen to the ground in a broken melancholy, its outer bark peeling and falling to the ground. When you moved into this town, the world was so green and filled with life. However, now? Even the grass feels as if it has turned yellow and dead. The sky feels gray and apathetic. The quiet indifference of the world stagnates in your throat as you push yourself forward.
>It's as if the fabric of reality itself boils with rage at this turn of events. How dare you. How dare you decide to take a life. What is wrong with you.
>"It's the only way," you mutter, as if the tree demanded an answer. It refuses to dignify your existance.
>How dare you. You are ruining everything. Things will never be the same.
>Another soft breeze graces your cheeks as you place a well grounded step forward and continue on. The gun weighs heavy and freezing on your back. Your teeth grind. Your muscles ache and protest as you move forward.
>Then, there. In front of you is your home.
>And then, it stands before you. Your home. The lights are all on, but no shadows move across the windows of the two floor house. You take a deep breath and move forward. Do you go through the front? Do you sneak around the back?
>Fluttershy likely has a plan for everything. There's no point in trying to be stealthy. With her animal friends, you're more than likely being watched as it is.
>Almost as if your mind was read, a small flock of birds fly from the roof of your home, their shadows eclipsing the moon above you. You nod your head. There's no point in trying to do this quietly. You take a deep breath then set in motion once more. You watch as a tall, hulking shadow makes it's way into your living room.
>That's likely the bear. Interesting. The bear is going to be escourting you. That makes things easier.
>You move to your front door and gently turn the handle. The handle refuses to move at your command. You pause. Of course Fluttershy wouldn't make this easy. She wants you to play her game. She wants to break you down slowly. Bend you to her will.
>You knock on the door softly. Three times.
>A shuffle of movement comes from inside as heavy thumps echo from inside. The door clicks, and then opens slowly. There, on the other side of the door is Harry the Bear. He growls down at you, then steps to the side allowing you to pass.
>This is it. You could pull out your gun now, and take down the bear. But then what? Give away your weapon and motive? No. That could give Fluttershy time to level the playing field. She likely doesn't think you're coming with a weapon that's ranged. Thus, the bear would take you down in the case of a sudden move.
>Right now isn't the right time. It's better to keep the element of surprise.
>You step inside your own home, and close the door behind you. The bear stares at you as you step away from it. Your gut instinct was to lock the door behind you, but it would arise suspicion from the animal in front of you that could incapacitate you with a single swipe of it's deadly claws.
>The bear nods toward the staircase, and you nod, then take a few quiet steps forward. As you do, you look at your home.
>Your home is trashed. Tables and chairs are upended and torn apart. The couches and furnature are ripped apart and television screen smashed into a pile of broken tubes and glass. Your books are scattered across the floor, shelves barren, keepsakes shattered.
>Each step brings the crunching of glass as you place your hand on the banister and ascend the stairs. Your ears strain for any signal or sign of movement. Yet all you hear is the shifting of weight behind you as the bear follows closely, blocking your way out. You take a deep breath and try to act as natural as possible as you continue on.
>You reach the top of the stairs, and move down the hallway. There, on the left, your bedroom door is open. The bathroom and spare room doors closed tightly. You walk forward quietly, memorizing the way the gun is holstered in the back of your pants so you can grab it easily without fumbling. You step into your bedroom.
>There, on the bed, are two mares. One, white with a long pink mane. Redheart is bound tightly, and gagged. Tears stream from her eyes as she shakes her head wildly as you step inside.
>"Right there is far enough," mutters the voice of your stalker.
>Fluttershy sits up in your bed, holding a knife that gleams in the moonlight streaming through your bedroom window. On the floor, shattered into a thousand pieces, is the framed photo of you and Redheart.
>"The door please, Harry?"
>The bear moves inside your room, and closes the door behind you.
>This is it. Do you pull the gun now, fire at Fluttershy, then turn to take out the bear? That's the best way to ensure Red doesn't get stabbed. But, if you miss, then Red is fucked. Would the bear kill Red after killing you? What motivation would it have? It wouldn't let Red GO by any means, but would it want to -kill- her?
>"You've irritated me a lot, Anon," Fluttershy says calmly. "That's no way to treat the mother of your child."
>You remain silent as she rises to her hooves.
>"But, I am nothing if not patient. Frustrated, but patient. So, I'm going to give you a choice. You confess your love for me, then we consummate our love, right here, for your ex-lover to watch. And then she may leave. Safe and sound. Or, she dies, and I take you by force."
>She pauses, then looks to Harry.
>"I truly wish it never turned out this way. But you just had to fall in love with some stupid tramp. Look at her, Anon. Really look at her. Can't you see her? See her for who she really is? Trotting up and down the streets of Ponyville, whoring herself for all to see? She sucks off every stallions cock she sees in her mind. Every mare she speaks with is another night of hot, torrid passion when you're not looking. It's not right. You deserve better than the lowly trash on the street."
>She nods to herself then looks back to you with a wide smile.
>"Call it tough love, Anon. This is for your own good. No other pony in town could be a better mother than me. No other pony in town is as caring or kind as me. It's a match made in heaven, Anon. Stallions would kill for a mare like me. You should feel lucky. You should feel [i]blessed[/i]. But it's fine. I'll forgive everything. Every last punch. Every last kick. Every last mean and hateful word. If you just give yourself to me. Fully. Truely. And we can go on, happily. Everything will be wonderful. Finally, we can both be happy. Don't you want that, Anon?"
>You pause, then take a step forward.
>"Yes," you mutter.
>Red screams against the gag, and kicks against her restraints. Fluttershy smiles widely. A horror lies behind her eyes that twists and turns wildly against the contstraints of her mind. A chill runs down your spine as her eyes undress you. Violate you. Consume you.
>"Oh, Anon. I knew you would see reason," she exclaims, leaping off the bed, her wings unfurling naturally. "Now we can finally be happy. Just like we always planned. Just like we've always-"
>This is it.
>You step back and your hand reaches down the back of your pants. You pull the gun. You aim at Fluttershy and pull the trigger.
>Your arm jerks from the recoil. A loud bang splits through the room, your ears ring out loudly, mixed with screams. A stream of red flies through the room as you turn on the spot. The bear lunges for you, teeth exposed. You pull the gun towards the bear whose teeth reach for your arm. You push the gun into his mouth. You feel his warm, moist breath.
>You pull the trigger again. Your arm tugs backward. The screeching grows louder, splitting your eardrums. The bear falls, a splotch of blood circling a hole in the wall fills your vision.
>Then, the room is still. Fluttershy lies still on the ground. The bear doesn't move. Your eyes move to Red, who lies on the bed her mouth moving, but no sound coming out.
>You step on Fluttershy's hoof and take the knife from her. You cut through the rope holding her, and she pulls her arms away and wraps herself around you. Her body trembles at your touch as your hearing slowly returns. Sobs fill the room as Redheart tightly grabs your frame.
>It's done. It's over.
>The nightmare is over.
>"It's done," you mutter. You toss the gun to the bed and wrap your arms around Red. "It's all over. She can't hurt us anymore."
>She clutches tightly to you, feeling your skin nearly tear at the strength of her grip.
>"I-... I just want to go home, Anon. I just want to go. Please. Let's go. Please," she begs.
>You pick her up in your arms, cradling her small form almost like a child.
>"Okay, Red," you whisper soothingly. "Let's go home."
>You stand up straight and move to the bedroom door, your eyes warily watching the bear, who lies still on the floor, dark purple blood pouring out the back of his head. You close your eyes and breathe in the coppery air around you.
>You'll likely go to jail. This is it. In the morning, the two of you will be on the run again. Nothing will ever be the same anymore.
>You open the door and step out of your room.
>You hear a moan behind you. You turn,
>Your body freezes. Your muscles lock into place. The breath in your lungs grow still.
>"Anon?" Red wheezes, her throat shattered from screaming and crying.
>Her eyes bury into your soul. Her eyes hold you locked in a trance.
>[i]Throw her down the stairs.[/i] it commands.
>"No," you say under your breath.
>However, as you fight the movement of your body. You feel your hands try to raise Red over your head. The mare in your arms leaps out, then backs away from you.
>[i]Enter the room. Lock the door.[/i]
>"Anon, what are you doing?" Red says.
>Your body moves inside.
>"I love you," you say before your arms slam the door in her face. The door locks. Hooves bang and crash against the door as you turn to Fluttershy, who's eyes hold you with her hooves around your neck.
>[i]Grab the gun.[/i]
>"No."
>[i]Grab. The. Gun.[/i]
>Your steps move in a shuffle to the bed, each step shooting static waves of pain through your senses. Your hand grabs the gun.
>[i]Kiss me[/i]
>Your body moves itself to Fluttershy's side. You kneel before her. You place your lips on hers.
>[i]Pull the Trigger.[/i]
>"Never forget," she whispers. "If I can't have you. Nopony can."
>"Go fuck yourself," you growl back.
>Your arm moves involuntarily. The barrel presses coldly against your temple.
>Then, an ear piercing bang shatters the air one final time.

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>It's another sunny day in Equestria. And fuck man, you have the worst headache. Migranes are the fucking worst, I swear. They just come completely out of nowhere sometimes, and it just makes you feel like death.
>You rise from bed and head to the bathroom. You down some asprin. Shave your face. Take a shit. Take a nice, warm shower. And soon enough, fifteen minutes later, you feel wonderful! Well, wonderful is an overstatement. But the worst of the headache is gone.
>You head back to your room. Toss on a pair of pants and a shirt, and decide it's time for your lazy day. Hell, maybe you'll pay a visit to Rarity. Before she says 'Daahhhhling' for the fifteenth time, she's not so bad on the eyes. She's the kinda pony whose best enjoyed with a pair of earplugs. Most of the time you just have to say Mhm and nod, and she'll find no end of uses for you. That booty though, man. That booty though. Does she do pilates or some shit? Do ponies have pilates?
>You head downstairs, get a loaf of bread out of the cupboard and toss two into your toaster.
>Turning to your fridge, you nearly trip. You look down, and there's a book in your kitchen. Why the fuck is there a book in your kitchen? If this is Fluttershy's bullshit, I swear.
>Sure enough, there are three knocks on the door, and you growl under your breath.
>"Really? This is the third freakin time this week!"
>You head to the door and throw it open, sure enough, there's a cute yellow pegasus on the other side, hiding behind her mane. Her face is flushed a pure scarlet as she works up the courage to speak.
>"What is it Fluttershy?" you ask patiently.
>Listen. You get it, Fluttershy has a massive crush on you. Whatever. The way to profess your love isn't by asking you what your favorite sex thing is.
>"U-um. I-I. Uh," she stutters in her signature way.
>"Come on, just spit it out. Let's get this over with," you say impatiently.
>"A-are... Are Rimjobs your fetish?" Fluttershy asks. "T-there's nothing wrong with butt-stuff."
>"One. I wouldn't like a hoof, finger or anything back there. Much less a tongue. And two, No, not in reverse either. And lastly, what the fuck, Fluttershy. Do you really think that coming to me and asking about what sex things I like is going to make me like you? I've told you. I just don't feel that way about you."
>She pauses, quietly staring up at you.
>"And, I'm going to be really honest here. This is really straining our friendship. I'm feeling... kinda objectified."
>She looks down to the ground and sullenly walks off.
>You sigh to yourself and close the door behind you. You grab the book from your kitchen floor and put it back on your bookshelf. That's still weird, but not worth thinking about. Not without a cup of coffee and some peanut butter toast.
>And hopefully, today Fluttershy got the picture. It would be aggravating if this just kept going on. You'd hate to lose your temper on such a nice mare.