Scootabuse x Anon Clop [SCAT] [TORTURE/GRIMDARK] UNFINISHED

	Scootaloo opened her eyes to pure blackness. She tried to move her limbs, but they were tightly restrained by thick cloth. She was suspended lying with her back to the floor, front hooves above her head and legs spread. Apparently she was also blindfolded. Her first instinct was panic. She freaked out, screaming “HEEELLLPPP!!!” and struggling viciously to no avail. Finally she had tired herself out, her coat of delicious orange fur now matted with sweat. She was panting heavily and her chest was heaving. Okay, okay…maybe this was just a prank…yeah…it was probably Applebloom or Sweetie Belle…still though…it’s one sick prank…she yelled out raspily “This isn’t FUNNY!! *cough*” then she heard footsteps coming down stairs that were close to her. Where was she?
	A familiar voice said calmly, “Are you done screaming?”
	“A-Anon? Is that you?”
	“Indeed.” Anon did a 360 and whipped off his top hat, and stuck out his cane like a 40s theatrical showman. Then he giggled maniacally and put it back on. He poked Scootaloo’s stomach with his cane. “Ooohh, you’re so wonderfully soft.” He set his cane against the cold stone wall of his sound-proof basement and took off one of his white gloves. He pried open Scootaloo’s mouth with one hand, ensuring she couldn’t bite him, and then stuck two bare fingers into her throat, quickly releasing them as soon as she gagged slightly. She coughed and sputtered as he took out a handkerchief and wiped the saliva off of his fingers, then put his other glove back on and picked up his cane.
	“Wh-what is this? What are you doing?? I always knew you were a freak…they warned me about you, the other ponies…they said you were a sociopath…they said you have multiple identities…but the royal guard could never actually catch you breaking the law…”
	“Who, me? A freak? Oh, my dear, I am simply a misunderstood genius. Kind of like Kanye West. Of course you wouldn’t know who he is. Actually you don’t know anything. You are an uneducated, snot-nosed brat. Your idol is that pretentious Rainbow Cunt, and all your friends hate you.”
	“That’s not true! My friends love me! We do everything together!”
	“Only out of pity, of course!”
	“Well what are you planning to do with me??”
	“That’s for me to know and you to find out!”
	“You’ll never get—“
	“Shut up! That’s what they all say. That’s what Twist and Pip and Featherweight said.”
	“What??”
	“Oh nevermind. Well, enjoy being down here for quite a while. Before we have any fun, we have to let that awful HUNGER set in.”
	“I’m already hungry…”
	“But not nearly hungry enough!”
	“Can’t I just have a snack? I’ll be quiet, I promise.”
	“Oh nonsense dear, I love the sounds of my victims screams! It helps me cum faster! Unless I’m trying to read, then it gets irritating…but that’s why they invented ball gags. So what I’m saying is, when I tell you to shut up, you shut, the fuck, UP.”
	“My friends will save me, you’ll see! You’ll be put to death by Celestia!”
	Anon burst out laughing. “HA, HA, ha! You think a royal GODDESS cares even a SMIDGE for the likes of you? How dreadfully asinine! How mind-bogglingly naïve! This is a cruel, bitter world, Scootaloo. The only difference with me is I have the brains to stay at the top of the food chain!”
	“A-are you going to *gulp* EAT me?”
	“Well, that’s certainly a novel idea, but no, I don’t believe I am going to eat you. Toodles!” Anon pranced back up the stairs and slammed the door, then did seven locks on it.
	Scootaloo started crying. She thought, ‘My friends will save me. They definitely will. I may be a homeless orphan, but they can’t let whatever Anon wants to happen…happen. I hope…’

SEVERAL HOURS LATER…

	Scootaloo was thirsty. Very thirsty. Dangerously thirsty. Her mouth was dry and she kept licking her lips. She was also itchy and cramped. She croaked out, “A-Anon? Can I please have something to *cough* d-drink? Please?” She heard the locks being undone. ‘Oh thank Celestia!’ She still couldn’t see though.
	Anon gracefully and charismatically entered the basement with a large jug of liquid in one hand, cane in the other. “Why of COURSE you can have something to quench your thirst, my dear, did you really think I was just going to let you DIE down here? Heh…that would be too easy…”
	“Oh, thank you thank you thank you! Maybe you aren’t so bad after all!”
	“I’m not baaad, it’s society’s fault that I’m this way! You see, my parents were often abusive!”
	“Really?”
	“Ha! No. They loved me very much. Until I killed them.”
	“Wh-what?”
	“Kidding, kidding! My parents are likely back on earth, WORRYING sick about me, but I couldn’t be happier in your wonderful fantasy land…I can do anything I want here…well….open wide.”
	Scootaloo didn’t know what to believe, other than that she needed something to drink, now. She heard a cap being twisted and then popped off of a jug, and then she felt something warm pour against her open, eager mouth…but it wasn’t water. She wanted to try and spit it out, it was salty and bitter and warm, but she couldn’t deny quenching her thirst, so she swallowed it down greedily, not knowing what it even was. She glugged and glugged as it poured out in and around her mouth, onto her face and chest, wetting her fur even more. It actually felt good, it was the closest thing she had had to a bath in a long time. Finally Anon stopped pouring it on her, and she gasped out, “Wh-what was that?”
	“Urine!” Anon answered gleefully.
	“WHAT? Y-you mean like PEE? Ack!” She spit. “Wh-why Anon?”
	“This is part of your punishment!”
	“What did I dooo?”
	“You exist! No, I’m kidding, I’m really doing this for my own pleasure. Or really, as an experiment. Or both. Whichever you choose to believe, it makes no difference to me. You can probably guess what your first meal will be.”
	“Oh gosh…how long are you going to keep me here?”
	“As long as I damn well please!”
	“W-will I leave here alive?”
	“Of course! Well, actually, I’m not sure. Maybe. About a 90 percent chance, I’d say. Wait, no, 75 percent chance. Whoop, 60 percent now. Yes, you have a 60 percent chance of leaving here alive. Those are some decent odds, right? Anyways, I’ll be back in a day or so to feed you.”
	“A DAY??”
	“Or so.” Anon retreated to his cozy upstairs.

ABOUT A DAY LATER…

	Scootaloo’s stomach rumbled with hunger, and her bladder was full to bursting. She finally decided that there was no sense in holding it. She released her urine, and heard it splatter and soak into a towel of some kind. Just when she felt like she was about to die of starvation, she heard Anon unlocking the door again. She tried to form the words “Please feed me” but all that came out was “P-p…”
	“Oh my goodness, you disgusting creature, you’ve soiled yourself!” Anon laughed. He was holding a heavy bucket with an awful stench coming from it.
	“What is that SMELL?”
	“Your meal!”
	“Oh no…”
	“Oh yes!”
	“Fine…let’s just get it over with…”
	“Alright, but first, repeat after me: “I cannot possibly eat hay with my hooves like this.””
	“What??”
	“Say it!”
	“I—fine. Whatever. I cannot possibly eat hay with my hooves like this.”
	“Then eat shit.” Anon dumped the putrid contents of the bucket onto Scootaloo’s face. By the way, 500 points to anyone who gets that reference. Scootalooo gulped down the mucky, sticky, heavy, soft, wet, brownish-green crap like a pig. As she did she sobbed. Anon set the bucket down and took off one of his gloves again. He wiped his bare hand across Scootaloo’s shit-covered forehead and then smeared it into her crotch, getting it into her pussy lips and on her clitoris. She began uncontrollably moaning through her mouth full of poop in response to the filthy molestation. But before she could have the satisfaction of cumming, Anon took his hand away and picked up the towel that Scootaloo had peed on. He wrang it out over her face and her own urine poured onto her. Anon then wiped the shit off of her face with it.

NEW SHIT STARTS HERE!!!

	Scootaloo swallowed the last bit of waste and then looked Anon in the eyes, giving him the look of a puppy that won’t accept its mom was just shotgunned down by a redneck in Texas. “My friends…they will rescue me…” she said weakly.
	“Oh yeah, I’m quite certain of it. In fact, I’m counting on it.”
	“R-really?”
	“No. This place will be your tomb.”
	“I don’t believe you. Y-you’re messing with my head. You think this is some big game. Well nobody’s laughing except you. You’re not funny, Anon. You shouldn’t feel good about yourself at all.”
	“Suit yourself. I’M the one in control.”
	“So that’s what this is about then? CONTROL? You like to control others because you have no control over yourself?”
	“I am COMPLETELY in control of myself! Do you WANT me to beat you??”
	“I bet you hate being here. I bet you miss your family. I bet you’re trying replace the love and affection of whatever friends and family you had with brutality and violence here in this new world you were brought into.”
	“Okay, I’m going to gag you now.”
	“Why? Don’t like hearing the truth? You’re pathetic. You could probably never get away with this crap on EARTH, or wherever you say you’re from. You were probably a loser there, just like I am here. The bullied becomes the bully, how ironic.”
	Anon’s left eye was twitching and his whole body was shaking in rage. “You…need…to stop talking!”
	“Fuck you! If you don’t like it, gag me. Because I doubt you have the balls to actually kill me. You’ve probably got everything planned out, and you’re just waiting until you think you’ve completely BROKEN me to release me. But you know what? I was broken at BIRTH. You think some TORTURE or death threats is gonna keep me quiet? You’re gonna have to kill me if you want to get out of this. I’m not Twist, or Pip, or Featherweight. I have friends. I may be a filthy, homeless orphan, but I have ponies that care about me, a whole lot.”
	Anon started giggling, slowly at first, but then maniacally. “You think your friends care about you?? What kind of horrible clichéd story do you think this is?? You expect to manipulate the mind of a sociopath like me with some stupid, cheesy assumptions about what or who I really am?? Bwa ha! A HA HA! Let me SHOW you how much your FRIENDS care about you!”
	“Huh??”
	Scootaloo heard a familiar country voice at the top of the stairs. “Did ya get it all on tape, Anon?”
	Anon excitedly said, “I sure did! The little CUNT is starting to get arrogant…she has a point, I can’t kill her…but everything else she said is utter bullshit…tell them how you PAID me to do this, you two.”
	Scoots said, “Wh-what? Applebloom? Why would you--?”
	Sweetie Belle said “I’m here too!” and giggled.
	“Whaaa?”
	“Yeah, and all that shit you just ate? We just squeezed that out for you upstairs, nice and fresh. We haven’t even cleaned ourselves yet.”
	“But I thought…”
	“Thought we liked you? Thought we cared about you? Thought we were your ‘real friends’? Are you really that dumb? You’re a smelly, broke orphan. Who could ever love a pony like you? You pretty much exist solely so other people and ponies can get off to abusing you.”
	“But I don’t get it! I never did anything wrong!”
	“The more innocent something is, the more satisfying it is to corrupt it. You are just TOO innocent.”
	Anon began untying Scootaloo. She said, “You’re letting me go??”
	Once Anon had unbound the stinking filly, he punted her across the basement and she smacked into the cold hard wall, bruising her ribs. Anon said, “Yes, but if you speak a word of this to any living creature I will make you choke to death on vomit. Do you understand? Do you realize now that NO ONE sees you as anything more valuable than a punching bag?”
	“Y-yes…*cough*” Scootaloo got back on her hooves. She was still covered in shit, and shaking.
	“Good. Now go back to wherever you sleep at night and think about what a piece of shit you are until you fall asleep, or whatever it is you do. I’m done with you.”
	Applebloom said, “And don’t ever bother me or Sweetie Belle again!”
	Sweetie chimed in, “Yeah! Seriously you might as well kill yourself, but then again you’re probably too much of a pussy to do that, even though you clearly have nothing to live for. You’ll be used and abused your whole miserable life, you coward.” She retrieved a sack of money from the bag she was carrying around on her side. “I’ve got your payment Anon.”
	Anon clapped his hands together and yelled “Splendid!”
	Scootaloo hung her head in shame and walked up the stairs. Sweetie and Applebloom both hit her on her way out. Later that night Scootaloo bathed in a river, crying and crying, her tears merging with the river water. She really did consider suicide, but then she remembered the one thing that always kept her going…her love of Radiohead.