Yandere Derpy 2

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>The two of you are at a park, sitting under the shade of a tree.
>The weather's nice in Ponyville today. Although, with ponies that literally control the weather here, not much less could be expected.
>Derpy is scooted right up against you. It gives you an odd feeling, one that's hard to identify. Nevertheless, you stick by your vow to be nicer to the little gray pegasus, and begin scratching her behind the ear.
>She smiles and sticks her tongue out to the side, leaning into your hand. You have to admit, it's really kind of cute.
>See? You just need to give people second chances. You can't throw someone out of your life just because of a few faults; everyone has their own unique quirks and such.
>Speaking of quirkiness, a certain 'unique' purple unicorn has been spotted on the horizon.
>”Hey there, Anon. Derpy,” she greets each of you in turn.
“Hey, Twilight.” You absentmindedly cease petting Derpy's head. “What are you doing out today?”
>”Well, I've been wanting to observe the local flora and fauna of Ponyville ever since I arrived here, but I've never really had the time until now. So, I was just on my way to Fluttershy's, in case she wanted to come along or make something clear before I start.” She pauses for a beat. “So, how about you two?”
>You're about to reply, when Derpy's voice cuts you off.
>”Well, we -were- enjoying the park together,” she says, casting a scowl Twilight's way. The unicorn steps back, looking at you in confusion. You're a bit surprised as well.
>Twilight glances back and forth between the two of you, for a moment noticing how Derpy was leaned up against you, before making a realization. “Oh! I'm sorry, I had no idea you two were– Aw, how cute!”
What? “No, no, Twi, we're just–“
>”No, it's okay,” she giggles. “I was just passing by here, I'll leave you two alone. Goodbye, 'Anonyderpy!'”
>Her giggling trails off as she trots away, leaving you and the blonde pony alone again. You're left with your mouth open, your objection caught in your throat.
>And to make things worse, Derpy has taken to hugging you and snuggling your side.
>”Great,” you say, nudging away from the gray pegasus. “Ponies think we're dating now.”
>”Oh?” Derpy snickers.
“Yeah. Why didn't you say anything, Derpy?”
>”Well...” She puts her hoof to her chin, as if in thought. “I thought that it might be funny if we just pretended to be like we were together. Wouldn't that be an awesome prank, Anon?”
“No, it wouldn't.”
>”What if...” She starts, drawing a little bit closer. “What if... it wasn't a prank?”
>wat
>She winks at you. “There's something very special I want you to have, Anon.”
>One of her wings opens up. Tucked underneath her feathers is a gold chain, with a heart-shaped diamond attached at the end.
>Holyshitwhatthefuck
>”This cost me my entire life savings,” she says as she looks at it, turning the Celestia-knows-how-expensive jewel over in her hoof.
>”I want you to have it.”
>You're at a complete loss for words. Derpy slips the necklace over your head, making sure to stroke your cheek as she pulls her hoof back.
>”And you know... There's something else I want you to have...” She pulls the necklace over her head as well, sandwiching the two of you together, so close you can smell her breath and feel her heartbeat.
>It's going a mile a minute.
>And so is yours.
>Fuckfuckfuck
>You're too stunned to move as she draws even closer, her lips barely brushing yours as she says two words.
>”...my virginity.”
>She lurches forward in a passionate kiss, driving you to the ground as she immediately begins to dry-hump you.
>Well, not-so-dry.
>Ponies are watching. Parents cover their childrens' eyes, ponies leave, and a few weirdos draw a little closer. All the while, you have the strangest boner.
“N-no... Derpy...”
>It's honestly kind of hard to resist, what with her practically strapped to your chest begging to be fucked.
>”Nnmmm...” She seems to be ignoring you, instead trying to unbutton your pants.
“Derpy... Derpy, stop!” You forcefully shove her off of you, subsequently snapping the weak metal chain.
>She's held at bay by your outstretched arms, hanging just above you with confused, crossed eyes. A line of drool hangs from her mouth to yours, which she promptly slurps up and attempts to swallow.
>”I... B-but I...” Her eyes begin to water. Her eyes dart all over the place, looking everywhere but you until a look of anger settles over her face.
>”Why... WHY WON'T YOU LOVE ME, ANON?!” she screams in your face. A gray hoof strikes you in the cheek, before Derpy pushes herself off of you and runs away, wailing the whole way.
>You stare off after her, dazed and still trying to comprehend what just happened.
>A glint catches your eyes. The diamond heart lies in the grass. You pick it up and stuff it into your pocket as you stand.
>As you cross the park to leave, all eyes are on you. Some ponies give you angry looks, the others just watch in curiosity or concern.
>”Dick...” you hear someone mutter as you pass. You pay them no mind; after all that's happened, you really couldn't give a shit.
>You just want to get home and finish that nap.

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“So, Carrot Top. I just need to ask...”
>The orange mare seems to not hear you, busying herself with something or another under the counter of her stall.
“...are you ignoring me?”
>She finally addresses you, only with a frown and a furrowed brow rather than her usual smile.
>”Are you going to buy something, or not? Because I have customers, Anon.”
>You look around. It's early morning, and there really aren't many ponies around the market. Mostly shopkeepers setting up, and the early birds.
“I'll move if I see one.”
>”Look,” she says, placing both hooves on the countertop and coming eye-to-eye with you, “I think it's pretty obvious that I really don't want to talk to you right now. So why don't you just go off, do whatever Anons do when they're not playing mares.”
>What?
“Playing mares?” you question. “What are you talking about?”
>She busies herself again, not looking at you but still talking. “You know damn well, Anon.”
“Well, care to remind me what I seem to know all about?”
>”Derpy came home crying yesterday. Care to explain -that-?”
“She, uh... Tried to rape me?”
>Carrot stops what she's doing. She stares you straight in the eye, a heated glare taking her face.
>”Really? What the fuck are you talking about, Anon?”
“I'm serious, Carrot! What, do you want me to lie?”
>”Okay, first of all, let's suppose she was strong enough to force herself on you–“
“Well, of course I didn't let her! But she tried! She's fucking loony, Carrot!”
>”Who are you talking to, Anon?”
>That voice. Ever so slowly, you turn around to face the bane of your existence, the reason for all your troubles.
>You find yourself unable to speak. The little gray pegasus stares at you with her one eye; the other one seems to be covered up with a drawing of it, just straight instead of off to the side.
“I– Uh, are you okay, Derpy?”
>”Oh, I'm fine. I'm better, actually.” She smiles sweetly up at you. “See, I know why you wouldn't love me before. It's because of my eye, isn't it?”
You want to back away, but the stall is behind you. “No, it isn't. And frankly, it's just a piece of paper–“
>”J-Just a piece of paper?” Her eye begins to visibly water up, and wetness begins to show through the drawn-on paper eye.
>”I– I poured my heart and soul into making it... just... right...”
>She sniffles, looking sadly at the ground. Then, she grabs the paper with her hoof, tearing it off and throwing it to the ground. She stomps on it a few times with one of her forehooves, and then once again runs off wailing and crying.
>”Celestia damn it, Anon!” Carrot says from behind you. “She was already insecure about her eye, and you just had to go and make it worse?!”
“Carrot, I'm telling you she's insane!”
>”She's not insane, just insecure! How would -you- feel if you had to go your whole life bullied by other ponies, just because you're a little different?”
>She exits her stall, muttering as she walks off, “Why she had to fall for such a dick, only Celestia knows.”
>Second time this week.

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>It's after work that same day.
>You walk down the road leading back to your home, wondering just what to do now.
>Carrot Top hates you now. And, come to think of it, you're not sure she ever really even liked you.
>The way she talked made it seem like she wasn't even miffed about you 'seeing' another mare.
>Fuck. You probably misread everything.
>You're just going to have to move on, Anon.
>The cross-eyed freak is still out of the question, though. No doubt about that.
>As you near your home, something about the place seems off. Usually, the house gives off a warm feeling, the kind that only, well, a home can give. Right now, however... You just can't place a finger on it.
>You try the doorknob. It appears to be locked.
>Good. That means nobody could have used the door to get in, right?
>A thought crosses your mind. Just for extra measure, you check all your windows. Just in case.
>None appear to be broken. You breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that your house is clear of all intruders.
>You unlock your door and step inside. One by one, you begin flicking on all the lights.
>You get a chill down your spine, but tell yourself that it's nothing. Still, you're careful about each room you step into, peeking your head through the doorways before walking inside.
>Pretty soon, you're sure you've gone through just about every room in the house. You sigh a breath of relief, and walk into your room, where you proceed to plop onto your bed and pull your magazine out from under the bed.
>Maybe a good fapping session will make you feel a little better. You open up the magazine, imagining yourself in lewd positions with each paper mare you set your eyes on.
>Five minutes later, and you barely have a halfie going. As it turns, it's rather difficult to masturbate while you're sad, and it doesn't help that whenever you try to imagine yourself having sex, it's always with Carrot Top.
>You sigh, deciding to head into the bathroom. You kinda need to pee, and maybe you can pick up some lube while you're in there, in case you want to go for another attempt later.
>As you approach the bathroom door, you realize that every room in the house had been checked, but the bathroom. You chuckle to yourself; perhaps now you're going to see some kind of horrible monster in there, or something?
>Maybe. The bathroom is where all the scary things happen.
>Shut the fuck up brain.
>You open the bathroom door. A horrible stench suddenly hits you, causing you to reel back in disgust.
>Fuck. You -know- that wasn't from those burritos you ate last night. Not even you could blow up a bathroom that bad.
>You push the door open again, holding your nose this time. Strangely enough, a beam of light is cast down from the ceiling, slightly illuminating a rather dark spot on the bathroom floor.
>It looks like... No, it can't be.
>Not without trepidation, you flick on the light. What you see causes you to freeze in horror.
>Blood. Blood everywhere, staining the while tiles, white walls, white sink... Everything that was white has now been splattered or, at the least, speckled with red.
>It takes a few minutes, but you finally find it within yourself to step inside. You look upwards, where the beam of light came from. A good-sized hole, definitely enough for a pony to fit through, has been made in your ceiling.
>You survey the damage. Everything is surreal. You pinch yourself just to make sure you aren't dreaming.
>Nope. This nightmare is real.
>On the mirror is some barely distinguishable writing, hoof-written in blood. It takes you a moment, but you're able to make it out:
>”I did this for you, Anon.”
>Right underneath this is your sink. A heart has been drawn around your sink. You retch; not by the fact that she literally used blood to draw a picture of a heart in your bathroom, or the fact that your knife rests, coated in this same blood, on your bathroom countertop.
>No, it's what is inside your sink that nearly causes you to coat your hand in vomit. One white, gold, and pinkish-red orb sits inside your sink, staring right back at you.
>It's been very crudely cut out, as it doesn't resemble anything near a perfect sphere. It's still pretty recognizable as an eye, though; a small piece of the optic nerve still remains intact, and aside from now being tomato-red, you can still make out the cornea, pupil, and iris.
>That golden iris. It's unmistakable.
>And, there it goes. Your tuna and tomato sandwich from earlier.