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- >Trussed up as you were, you tried to get comfortable.
- “Fluttershy, would you accompany me? Just for a little while?”
- >Twilight’s disposition towards you had an adverse reaction when she discovered her magic was incapable of interacting with you.
- >Which admittedly only became apparent after she refused to take your continued good behavior on your word alone.
- >A brief madcap of ‘evading’ her spells, Pinkie Pie laid hooves on you again.
- >And this in turn was enough to allow Rainbow Dash to violently crash into the ground, with you to cushion her impact.
- >Pinkie may not have been enough, even with her irrational movement, but Fluttershy’s participation and your attempts to shield her from herself left you open to one particular grab.
- >This is when Twilight had a clear shot with a spell aimed at detention, which utterly failed to do anything.
- >”I didn’t know you could talk…”
- >Fluttershy’s voice was barely above a whisper, but as she ministered to your head you had no difficulty with her words.
- “It was just two hearts communicating, I’m sure."
- >That was cheesy as fuck.
- "The same way you communicate with your other non-verbal friends.”
- >”But what about your face?
- “Wha—“
- >”Your other one, I mean. The one that shined and was hard, and had lots of small details.”
- >You winced at that, and then winced harder at the sudden discomfort in your face.
- >”It hissed as you breathed.”
- “Well, it’s gone. I needed it, now I don’t have it. The only benefit now is that it’s no longer keeping my words from you.”
- >You gesture with a brief nod of your head, cringing at the movement.
- “Now it’s just everyone else who will take me and my words from those who would hear them.”
- >You motioned her to continue with her ministrations.
- >First she uses a clean dry cloth to brush away obvious bits of dirt.
- >Dabbing a cloth in antiseptic, she was cleaning dirt from your face.
- >There’s an odd discoloration as she wipes above your brow.
- “Ah! Hold on.”
- >She freezes.
- “Please, continue. Yes, just like that.”
- >Briefly taking her eyes from her work, you see the unspoken question in them before she resumes her work.
- “If I act unfazed, undiminished, by their abuse, it may birth more frustrations that they may take out on me…”
- >You feel her wilt a bit at that.
- “But showing weakness will invite directed cruelty from those petty enough to capitalize on it.”
- >You indicated towards Rainbow Dash.
- “If they suspect that I have something they want, and believe themselves in control…well, that would be bad for me.”
- >”I understand why. But how?” Fluttershy asked insistently. “I don’t understand.”
- “Well, it’s basically all I got going for me. And I imagine it will get worse, depending on how ‘civilized’ you ponies are.”
- >You overestimated how much interest the Princesses would take in this.
- >The message Twilight received detailed a Chariot would be dispatched in the morning for your retrieval.
- >You were hoping to be in official custody away from an overeager Pony with more political connections than sense.
- >Without any detention facilities, the best they could come up with was a shed.
- >Without any handcuffs, they settled for trussing you up.
- >You swear, this could’ve been one of those stress positions to torture detainees.
- >Difficult to breathe unless you flex some muscles to take some of the pressure.
- >This was fine until your muscles started to ache.
- >And so it was through the night.
- >Watched by Pinkie Pie.
- “Have you prepared a transfer of custody form, Pinkie?”
- >She seemed easily derailed, why the fuck not?
- >”A transfer-what now?” She asked quizzically.
- “You know,” you rasped, “that thing that documents the chain of custody for me.”
- >Yeah, she was struggling with this one.
- “You’re not just going to hand me off to anyone are you? Give me to some shady guy and I disappear forever, eh?”
- “Pinkie, I’m disappointed.”
- >You’d give her a disapproving look, but that was spoiled by the coughing fit it prompted.
- >”This is your own fault, y’know.”
- >She sounded as though she were trying to convince herself.
- “Yes, very much so,” you agreed. “I surrendered to you after all.”
- “I mean—“
- >Another coughing fit interrupts.
- “You haven’t established my intake condition, and I’ve been in your custody several hours!” you rasp insistently
- “I’m thirsty. I need to use the bathroom.”
- “You haven’t document the conditions of my ‘cell’. If I shit myself, who’s to say that it wasn’t already here and you’re just an especially depraved pony who put pony waste inside my pants.”
- “Who’s to say that you—“
- >You struggle to inhale
- “Who’s—“
- >”Hey, c’mon”
- “YOU SHIT MY PANTS PINKIE PIE!”
- >You devolve into another round of gasping and wracking coughs.
- “No?”
- >You can hope, right?
- >”That’s disgusting.”
- “I was good, wasn’t I?”
- >”You tried to escape earlier! You can’t be trusted.”
- >She gave you an especially fierce glare and an appraising eye.
- “Rainbow Dash, she hurt me.”
- >”Oh come on! You look fine.”
- >She gestures to all of you. Especially your face.
- >”Fluttershy even cleaned you up, and all the did was waste a few bandages and stinky ointment.”
- “She hurt me on the inside. Emotionally! I’m wounded.”
- >You tried to sound especially affronted there.
- >”Yeah, yeah.”
- “But seriously, I think she bruised something inside. It’s hard to breathe.”
- >You hammed up the wheezing a bit, but cringed in real pain as you breathed a bit too deep.
- “Please? Just let me sit upright.”
- >She considered you a moment longer.
- “Do you want me to beg? I know the words.”
- >”I don’t think—“
- “Please! Please don’t hurt me!”
- >You cringe as best you’re able.
- “I don’t know anything, please. Please, please, please. I don’t know”
- >”Alright, I get—“
- “PLEASE! I don’t. I can’t. Just let me know what to say and I’ll say it!”
- >Desperation is the only thing that can be read as you cease being coherent.
- “it hurts. why are you hurting me pinkie? you were a nice pony. i just, i, i, i, i trusted you.”
- >Your voice breaks, and your whole body shakes.
- >You try to turn away.
- >Stricken by indecision, she appears to be on the cusp of a decision.
- >She moves to untie you.
- “thank you, pinkie” you whisper. “i knew you weren’t a bad pony.”
- >You sigh.
- “If you hand me over to just anyone, the wrong sort of ponies, THEN I’ll have the opportunity to try and really convince someone to stop hurting me.”
- >Pinkie freezes.
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