[FR] Tough Love - 2 Taking Matters Into Your Own Hands

Updated and revised: May 30, 2012.  Nothing major, just roll with it.  Story is pretty much the same, just a few grammatical corrections n' stuff.


>The following takes place before the “incident” with you and Fluttershy.
>Let’s look back when things were simpler for the both of you.

>Day 384 in Equestria...  Yeah that seems about right.
>Time:  About noon-ish
>Location: Sugarcube Corner

>You were enjoying several liters of hot chocolate and shoveling a dickload of pastries down your throat.
>But then you heard a pony crying and dashing towards you.
>Your eyes widened when you saw that it was your beloved "mother" who looked a bit roughed up and the tears were just pouring from her eyes.
>She crashed and buried her face into your lap and wept while wrapping her fore legs around your waist in a tight embrace.
>She was acting like a child that got beat up and picked on at school needing attention and comfort from their parents.
>Every now and then, you played the parental figure acting as her father and her being your daughter as she did her being your mother and you her son.
“Shy?  What’s wrong?  Is everything okay?”
>”It’s okay, Sweetie.  *sob*  I’ll be fine.  Just as long as you’re here, I’ll be okay.”  She said while looking up at you to meet your gaze.
>Shy.  It was her pet name for you to call her as Sweetie was your pet name for her to call you.
>No other being alive was allowed to call you by these names.  These pet names were only meant for you two and between each other.
>And when you weren’t calling her Shy, you were either calling her Fluttershy or even "Mom."
>The name "Mom" being accidental, of course.  It was a hard habit to shake for some unknown reason but you seemed to have rolled with it anyways.
>It was awkward and even embarrassing sometimes when she called you Sweetie in public, but deep down inside you knew you liked it.
“No, Shy.  Look.  Listen to me, tell me what happened.  Let me help you.  And also, why are you covered in dust, dirt, and mud?”
>You then start petting her mane while running your fingers through and massaging her scalp and ears gently.
>You also try straightening and untangling her mane while brushing some of the dirt and dust from her body.
>“No, it’s okay.  Really!  I just…  fell.  That’s all.”
>You pause for a moment.
“I…  See.  If you say so.”
>She wasn’t going to say anything.
>She didn’t want you to face confrontation or have you deal with her problems, yet she was willing to go out of her way to solve yours.
>She’s probably still shaken up from whatever it was she’s been through.
>She probably just needs to calm down.  Maybe after she’s calm and cleaned up, she’ll talk to you.
>You then cup each side of her face with your hands gently stroking her face and wiping her tears while gazing into each other’s eyes.
“Come on, Shy.  Let’s go inside and talk to Pinkie Pie.  Let’s see if she’ll let us go upstairs and let us use her bathroom to get you cleaned up, okay?”
>She nods while sniffling.
>As you stand up and start walking towards Sugarcube Corner, Fluttershy walks next to you.
>She continues to walk next to you with her head nuzzling the side of your midsection indicating her need for affection and comfort.
>YOUR affection and comfort.
>It was rather odd.  She usually wasn’t this affectionate with you in the beginning, but she seems to be very content with you now.
>Or maybe she was becoming too clingy to you.  Either way, you didn’t care.  You just loved being around her.
>You then drape your arm over her neck while holding her close to you while gently rubbing her and satiating her clinginess towards you.
>As the both of you walk together, you start getting stares from other ponies standing in line and in the dining areas of the store.
>You were used to the stares by now, so it wasn’t anything new.
>They were probably jealous of her, but that still probably wouldn’t stop them from doing Celestia-knows-what to you if you ever end up in a dark & abandoned alley alone with them.
>The two of you approach the counter and Pinkie Pie toasters out behind the counter.
>”Hi Anon!  Hi Fluttershy!  How’s it goi- *GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSPPPPP* Omigosh!  Fluttershy!  What happened to you?”  Pinkie Pie asks in bewilderment.
“Hey Pinkie Pie.  Fluttershy just had an accident.  She tripped over and fell a bit a ways down.  Can we use your bathroom upstairs to get her cleaned up?”
>“Sure thing my two-legged friend!  There’s a bathtub upstairs and some shampoo for you to use!  Take the stairs over there!”
“Aight, thanks!  Come on, Shy!  Let’s get you cleaned up!”
>You then start hearing whispers from ponies lined up in front of the corner.
>Your ears start perking up while picking up on their conversations.
>”He’s giving HER a bath?  Lucky mare!  I bet those special hooves or ‘hands’ of his can really clean some ‘hard to reach’ places if you know what I mean.  Teehee!”
>“Buck yeah!  I’d like to have him give me a bath some day!  5 bits says those two will be going at it.  I know I would if I was alone with him!”
>You pretend not to have heard that while letting out a sigh and pinching the bridge of your nose.
>Fluttershy’s wings suddenly bolted upright with her face turning slightly red.
>As the both of you head upstairs and next to the bathtub, you look back to Fluttershy and noticed that she seemed to have an embarrassed expression on her blushing face.
“Is something wrong, Shy?”
>“Oh!  Umm….  It’s just that…  Well…  What they said…”
“So you heard them too, huh?  Don’t let what those other weird-ass ponies say bother you!  I really wish they could stop picking on us, you know?  I swear some ponies in this town are just too promiscuous sometimes.  Can you believe that?”
>“Heheh, yes.  They can be a bit forward sometimes…”  She squeaks.
“You know I would never do something like THAT to you, Shy!  You’re family to me!”
>“F-Family…  Right.  Of course you wouldn’t.  It’s just…  Yeah.”  Her voice still had the same melancholy tone as before and showed no signs of change.
>She must be REALLY shaken up more than you thought.
>You then started running the bath water and dumping whatever bottles of soap you find on the shelf.
“Shy, see if the water’s okay.”
>She dips her hoof in, but then you see that she quickly retracts it back.
>“It’s fine.”
>You turn your full attention to her while crossing your arms, raising an eyebrow and your lips curled.
>“Well, actually…  Could you make the water colder?” She said while avoiding eye contact with you.
>You then turn the cold water knob and start slowing the rate of hot water down.
“I swear, Shy…  I really wish you could criticize me sometimes or even scold me.  You shouldn’t have to give up your own wants and needs just to satisfy my meaningless and insignificant conveniences.”
>As the tub approaches capacity, you turn the knobs and cut the water off.
>”Well, I guess I could try to be a bit more assertive…”
“Atta’ girl!”
>You dip your hand into the tub and splash some water on her face.
“How’s the water now?”
>She giggles and flinches slightly while wiping the water from her face.
>”Oh, Much better!  Thank you!”
>She flies into the air and cannon balls into the tub.
>She splashes a tidal wave of water on you causing your upper body to be soaked.
>She gives a look of satisfaction while you give her a look of discontent.
>”That’s payback, Sweetie.”
>She’s laughing uncontrollably at you, but it was hard as Hell to stay mad at somepony like her.
>You start laughing along with her.
“Ooooooohhhhhh, you little…”
>You grab a bucket and scoop up some of the bath water dumping it over her head.
>Laughter from the both of you fills the air.
>As the both of you catch your breath, you take off your shirt and wring it dry over the sink.
>You then drape it over a chair to dry off and towel your soaked hair.
>Fluttershy notices your exposed upper torso and her wings flick and flare out almost instantly.
>As you blow dry your shirt with a mane-dryer, you notice that there hasn’t been much water splashing nor have you heard a peep from her.
>You turn your attention to her and see that her wings were stiffened and her face was red.  You shut off the blow dryer.
“Shy, you okay?  You’re turning red!  Are you ill?  I really hope you’re not coming down with something.”
>You then approach her while placing your palm on her head.  She seemed fine.
>”Oh umm..  I’m just fine, really!  I’m just enjoying the bath water.”
“Oh, okay then!  Also, there was something I kept meaning to ask you, but I seem to always forget.”
>”Yes?”
“Why do your wings suddenly spring and sprout out like that?  Also, what does it mean when they twitch?”
>“EEP!  Oh…  It just means… that I’m a little stressed, that’s all!”
“Really?  Geez, all the pegasi I know must really be stressed out then.”
>“All other pegasi?  Like who?”  She then turns her gaze to you with a look of curiosity.
“Well, there’s Derpy, Rainbro Dash, and even Princess Luna and Princess Celestia just to name a few.  It’s the weirdest thing!  They’re down when I see them, but when they see me, they almost flare out instantly.  It’s something I never understood.  And well, there’s also you.”
>”…”
"You girls really need to chill every now and then."
>”Yes…  We should.”
>Pokerface.jpg
“Anyways, I think my shirt’s dry enough…  Well… it’s sorta getting there.”
>”Oh, can you do me a favor before you leave, Sweetie?”
“Hm?”
>”Can you wash my mane? And umm…  *mumble mumble mumble*”
“What?  Wash your mane and what was that other thing?”
>”Umm..  M-…  Massage and clean my…  W-wings?  It’s just that your hands can clean better and easier than hooves.  They can get those ‘hard to reach’ places clean.  EEP!  Er..  I mean…  The really hard spots that hooves can’t reach!  ACCKK!  The special tender areas that-  NO, WAIT!  I MEAN-”
“Relax, Shy.  I think I get the idea.”
>Damn those lust-ridden ponies from downstairs ruining everything.
>Ahh, the beauty of thumbs and fingers.  Come to think of it, how the Hell do ponies hold stuff with their hooves anyways?  Another mystery left unsolved you suppose.
>You pour some shampoo on your palms and start lathering and massaging her mane with the gift you call your fingers.
>She starts moaning as you continue working the lather into her hair and scratching her gently.
>”Mmmmmmmmm, Yes.  Oh yes…  Mmph!  A little rougher please, and can you go lower?”
>You oblige and start lathering her fur while working it into other parts of her body.
>She’s REALLY enjoying this and she’s melting in your hands.
>She could never get enough of your gifted human hands.
>No pony ever could actually.
>She starts breathing heavily and heaving.
>The blush was still visible on her face.
>Her wings are erected once again.
“Umm... You okay, Shy?”
>She nods while biting her lower lip and squeaking.
>”Anon… UNF!  The base of my wings…  Please…  Hurry.”
>As you start lathering and massaging the base of her wings, she lets out a loud yelping noise.
>You retract your hands immediately thinking you had hurt her.
>She turns her gaze to you.
>”WHY’D YOU STOP!?”  She yells at you.
>Your eyes widen in shock.
“I-I’m sorry!  I thought you were in pain so I had to stop.  I didn’t want to hurt-“
>”Please!  Keep going!  I’m reeeeeeaaaallly stressed out and I need this!  NOW!  And no matter what happens, no matter how much I beg or scream..  Do…  Not… Stop!  I was almost there!”
“What do you mean ‘there?’”
>”Umm..  I mean…  Relieved from my stress!  Yes, that’s what I meant!”
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>Whoa.  Holy shit!  She’s really high strung!
“Okay then, I won’t stop unless you move away from me.  How about that?”
>”Yeah!  Sure!  Whatever!  Just hurry up, okay!?”
>She sure was demanding today.
>Maybe she’s just trying to be more assertive?
>Well, it’s a start you suppose.
>You put some shampoo in your hands and start lathering the base of her wings once again.
>She gasps lightly, but this time you weren’t going to stop or back out no matter what.
>”Yes!  Harder!  UNF!  Grasp them harder!”
>You do as you’re told and start moving your hands up and closer to the tips while lathering the places that her hooves normally can’t reach.
>You squeeze and grasp various parts of her wings with a vice like grip.
>You were resisting the urge to bite them.
>Unbeknownst to you, one of her hoofs were drifting down below her marehood, but you couldn’t see it with the soap bubbles blocking the view below.
>She knew you wouldn’t be able to see, and she started going to work on herself.
>”Yes, Anon!  Yes! *gasp*  More!  Harder!  Yank them!  Pull them! Stretch them apart!”  she yelled.
>Her face was now even redder than before.
>She was now moaning even louder and her whole body was moving in some kind of rhythmic motion.
>You start gripping them even tighter and start pulling on them.
>You also start yanking them in all different directions wondering what the Hell you were doing while still unsure if this was really hurting her or actually comforting her.
>”More!  More!  Harder!  HARDER!  I’m…!  Almost…!  There…!   Oh!  Anon!  OH, ANON!  ANON!  AAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNN!”
>She collapses on the side of the tub with her head hanging over the edge, her eyes half-lidded and rolled back, her fore hooves hanging from the side, and tongue hanging out while drooling.
>Her wings twitched and suddenly went limp.
>She was gasping for air and breathing heavily.
“Mother of Celestia, I think I killed her!  Are you okay!?  Do I need to call a Doctor or nurse!?  Shy?  SHY!?  Say something!  Speak to me!”
>”*mumble mumble mumble, mumble*”  (I love you, Anon.)
>You couldn’t understand her incoherent babbling.
>You grab the bucket and fill it with cold, dick-shriveling water.
>You pull Fluttershy back into the center of the tub while holding her and pour the bucket of blue balls-inducing water on her.
>She shrieks and flails around for a second, but she regains her composure.
“Welcome back to the Equestria, Shy.  How you feelin’?”
>”Just…  Great.”  She then lets out a deep sigh of content and satisfaction.
>She was still gasping and heaving.  You assume it was from the shock of groin-numbingly cold water.
>Yes, the water was that cold.  This cannot be emphasized enough.
“Let’s rinse you up, get you out of this tub, and dry you out, k?”
>She nods with a grin on her face while keeping the same half lidded expression.
>You then drain the bath water and open the shower head rinsing her off.
>You pick her up and place her on her feet in front of you while wrapping a towel around her.
>You then dry her off rustling the towel all over her body and mane.
>She lets out giggles and laughter as you rough her up playfully while drying her off.
>You then start brushing and styling her mane in her usual and favorite fashion as well as her tail while straightening it and getting rid of any tangles or knots.
>You also brush her coat straightening her fur while using the blow dryer to finish her off.
>You pick her up and put her in front of the mirror.
“Howzzat look to you?”
>”Perfect as always, Sweetie!  Thank you!”
>You let her down and grab your shirt which is about dry.
>Meh, it was close enough.  You put it on anyways.
>As you leave the bathroom, you notice that Fluttershy’s legs were wobbling quite a bit.  She seemed to have trouble walking.
“Here, let me help you.”
>”Oh no!  It’s quite alright!  I’ll just-EEP!”
>You pick her up once again, but this time you held her bridal style.
“I think you need to rest for a bit, how about a quick power nap?  I could use one.”
>”Sure, I am a bit exhausted myself.”
>Indeed she was.
>You gently place her on one side of the bed and jump over her landing on the other side flopping on the bed.
>You lie in bed facing the ceiling with your head resting on your hands.
“I really hope Pinkie or Mr. and Mrs. Cake don’t mind us using the bedroom upstairs to sleep.  I’m just *Yaaaawn* a little tired myself.”
>“I hope you haven’t been working too hard.  Maybe you need to cut back on your work.  We don’t spend as much time as we used to.”
“Shy, we live in the same house.  Remember?”
>“Yes, but…  I just miss hanging out with you, that’s all.”
“Well, I do have many plans for this week with some of the other ponies.”
>“Like what?”
“Well, I’m doing a little more freelancing work than usual.  I did promise Derpy that I would repair her fence, I promised the Floral Sisters that I would help with their garden, Colgate needed someone to help fix her roof, and I think I have a job interview at the nightclub- Er…  I mean… at the…  Quills and Sofas store with Mr. Davenport.  There’s also a couple of other things, but I’ll check back with them later.  Oh yeah, I’m also looking to apply in Canterlot University as a student or even find some work there.”
>“Goodness, Anon!  You’re working way too hard!  If you need some extra bits, I can give you your weekly allowance again.”
"Shy, remember what we discussed?  I’m not very fond of handouts. I’d rather work and earn my keep myself.  I want to start earning my own income here in this world, just like I did back home.  It gives me something to do with my life here."
>You weren’t as distracted here in Ponyville as you were back home.  There was no internet here in this world and it took up way too much of your time back home.
>The technology here in this world wasn’t as advanced and you needed some kind of diversion from extreme boredom whether it was work or entertainment.
>You tried to keep yourself busy by doing all kinds of work as a freelancer.
>Even if a few extra bits was always nice and came in handy, the below minimum wage manual labor gets kinda dry from time to time.
>”You work too hard, Anon.  You don’t have bills to pay or extra mouths to feed.  So why would you want to work so much knowing that you have everything you need living with me?”
“I guess you can say I’m a bit of a workaholic.  I was in my old world and in a way, I’m kinda like Applejack.  Plus, I’m trying to save up for emergencies and a down payment for a new house.”
>”But do be careful.  When Applejack was working nonstop she- Wait…  What!?  A new house!?”  She said while bolting her head upright.
>Your tired and distracted self didn’t pick up on her shocked reaction.
“Yeah, I kinda wanted to get my own place.  *Yaaaaaaawn*”
>”W-why?  You have everything you need living with me, don’t you?!”
“It’s not enough, Shy.  Like I said, I want to earn my own income and establish my own independence just like I did in my old world.  I’ve been living off of you for too long and I just can’t keep taking away from you while giving nothing back.  If I do get accepted into Canterlot University, I might have to move out of Ponyville and find a place there also.”
>”But that means…  You won’t be around the house anymore.  Who will take care of you?  Who will feed you and tuck you into bed at night?  Who will you talk to when something bad happens?  Who will be there to take care of your boo-boos and ow-ies and kiss them when you get hurt?”
“Hahaha, oh man!  Shy, listen, I’m not a little filly!  I’ll need more than just food, sleep, and kisses to survive.  I need some…  freedom, you know?  Besides, I can take care of myself anyways.  I never really did have much support back home, so this isn’t anything new for me.  I should have no problem making it on my own out here.”
>”Yes, but still…”
>You then turn to see a look of sadness on her face.
“Why the long face?”
>She doesn’t answer.
“Come on, don’t give me that look!  I’ll come visit you every now and then.  I still haven’t forgotten what you’ve done for me…”
>You reach for her face with your hand and cup her head gently.
>You then start stroking the side of her face with your thumb.
“And I never will, Shy.  You gave me the life I have here today.  And for that, I’m forever grateful.  I don't know what I would have done without you...”
>A slight smile then appears on her face.  But she still seemed a little down.
“Birds do have to leave the nest sometime, right Mom-.. Err… Shy?”
>You pull your hand back and rest it behind your head.
>”I guess… But if this is what you want, then I’ll support you in any way I can.  Your happiness is what matters the most to me.  As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.”
“Thank you, Shy.  That means a lot to me.  It really does.”
>“Just promise me that you’ll visit me and let me know that you’re okay, alright?”
>You nod your head.
>”You’ll always have a place in my home with open hooves, Anon.  Always.  Don’t you EVER forget that, okay?”
“Same here.  Don’t think of this as the end; think of it as a new beginning for the both of us; a new chapter in our lives.  You have a lot of good friends here and they’ll watch out for you.”
>“Yes, I do and I know they will.  But…”
>She pauses for a moment.
“But what, Shy?  What is it?”
>“But…  you’re my only Sweetie…  and you always will be.”
“And you’ll always be my little Shy.”
>As the both of you stare into each other’s eyes, fatigue starts to settle in for the both of you.
>Your eyes start fluttering, but just as you close your eyes you feel two hooves gently kneading your chest like your cat would do to your bed back home.
>Or your face.
>You keep your eyes closed while pretending to sleep and trying to stifle your grunts.
>Her hooves were warm and soft, but it was also dense and solid at the same time.
>It would suck if you ever got hit or pinned with these things.  It looks like it would hurt like Hell.
>As she stops kneading your chest she lays her front hooves over your upper body.
>She rests her head on your chest; right over your beating heart.
>She also nuzzles your chest and finally relaxes while settling in.
>She then lets out another deep sigh of content.
>As your eyes remained closed, you run your hand through her mane while scratching her head and chin gently with your other hand.
>”MMMmmmmmmmm….”  She moans gently as she drifts off to sleep.
“Sleep tight…  Mom.”
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>After about 30 minutes of deep, uninterrupted, blissful sleep with your “mother”, you open your eyes and see that Fluttershy was still resting on top of you.
>You try squirming away from her while trying not to wake her up.
>You raise her head gently while placing a pillow under her head.
>She wraps her forelegs around the pillow tightly and starts nuzzling it.
>”Mmmmmm…  Anon…”  She softly spoke while sleeping.
>You take one look back at her while smiling before heading back down to the store below.
>You see Pinkie Pie working the counter and the rest of the mane six down at the store as well.
>…As well as the same ponies who made those unsightly comments from before.
>”You owe me 5 bits.”  One of them whispered to each other.
“Hey girls!  How’s it going?  Is my dragon-bro here?”
>You then turn to Pinkie Pie, but her face is covered in a bright shade of red.  It was rather noticeable even with her pink fur coating.
>”Oh!  Um..  Hi, Anon!  Y-yes, he’s in the kitchen!  He’ll be out shortly; he’s just getting cleaned up.”  She said while turning her gaze away from you.
“Awesome!”
>All of the other ponies from before were still there.  In fact, there were even more than before in the store.
>They are all eyeballing you.
“Oooooookaaayyy…   This is weird. Are they plotting something for me?“
>You really hope Fluttershy would wake up so she can protect you from them and their…  intentions.
>As you try ignoring them, you seat yourself with the rest of the mane six.
>Pinkie shortly joins you, but she was still acting more quieter than usual.
>The rest of them mane six are also acting weird towards you.
>They haven’t said anything to you and they were acting like Pinkie Pie.
>They all too had a tint of red on each of their faces.
“Ummm…  Is everypony okay?  Everyone seems to be on edge.”
>”Anon…”  Twilight was one to break the silence.
“Sup?”
>”What did you and Fluttershy do upstairs?”
>Ponies everywhere started moving in on you.
”I just gave her a bath, that’s all.”
>”Huh.  I see.  But was she the one that was screaming?”
“Yeah, it was.”
>”…W-why?”
>Rarity slowly takes a sip from her tea while keeping her gaze at you.  She seemed to have forgotten how to blink her eyes.
>Pinkie too was also focused on you, but she was actually…  eating and chewing her food slowly!
“Because she was super stressed out, so I gave her a massage.  More specifically on her wings.”
>Rarity spit out her tea while Pinkie choked on her food.
>A grin appeared on Applejack’s face.
>Twilight gasped.
>Rainbro Dash’s wings flared out instantly with her pupils shrinking.
“Wow!  Judging from the looks of it, Bro-Dash, you look like you could use a massage yourself.”
>”Umm…  Sure!  Okay!  Not here, though!  How about back at my place?”  Bro-dash replied with half-lidded eyes and biting her bottom lip.
>Whispers and gasps were all around.
>”How could you, Anon!?”  Twilight yelled.
“What?  All I did was give her a massage.”
>”ON HER WINGS!”
“Yeah dude, you should have seen it!  She was SUPER stressed!  I just gripped those things and yanked them 8 ways to Sunday!  I mean, I was pulling those things in all directions and I was afraid of ripping them right off of her back.  I was pulling them here and there and she was screaming like a banshee!  Also-“
>“That’s enough, Anon!”  Twilight interrupted while slamming her front hooves on the desk.
“What’s your deal, Twi?  Do you want one too?  I don’t mind at all, really!  If you’re free, I can also give you one as well.  But I will have to start charging ponies at this rate.”
>“R-really!?  Well, if you’re really offering, we’d have to send Spike out of the house for that.  Then we could really get-  Wait…  WAIT!  NO!  NONONONONONO!  NO!”
>Twilight shook her head.
>”Don’t try to change the subject here, Anon!  Do you realize what you did just now with Fluttershy!?”
>You shrug.
>”You just sexually-“
>”Ugh!  That stupid feather-brain!”  Spike yelled as he walked out of the kitchen interrupting Twilight.
>You turn your attention to your dragon-bro who clearly has his jimmies rustled.
“Yo, Spi-kay!  Sup, bruh?”
>”Hey Anon.”  He replied in a dull voice.
>He took a seat next to you with his arms crossed while looking down at the table.
>No broclaw…  Something was clearly wrong…
“Dude, you look like you’ve seen better days.  What happened to you?”
>”I’d rather not talk about it.”
>You turn to Twilight.
>”Spike had a bit of a mishap with Gilda.”
>Wait…  Did she say Gilda!?
“I…  See.”
>The mere mention of her name got your blood boiling.
>You’ve heard of her and what she did to your poor Fluttershy and how she made her cry when they met for the first time.
>You swore a wrath with the intensities that of a thousand of Luna’s exploding moons upon this flying bucket of fried chicken if she was ever foolish enough to show her face around you.
>Unfortunately for her and fortunately for you, she was stupid enough to show up in Ponyville again for whatever reason and shove one of your little bros around.
>Retribution must be delivered.
>Retribution WILL be delivered.
>R.I.P. rationality.
“Spike, outside.  There’s something I need to talk to you about.  Serious bro-talk.”
>”Wait, Anon!”  Twilight said.  “I need to tell you what you did!  You had wing se-“
“We’ll talk later, Twi.  This is important.”
>Spike and you stand up and walk outside while the ponies around you clear a path.
>The both of you walk down the bustling market in town.
“Where did you last see Gilda?”
>”She pushed me around a few blocks from here, at the town hall.  We’re sorta headed there now.  Why?”
>You don’t answer.
>You keep walking alongside Spike looking around for her.
>After walking for quite a bit, you finally spot her next to the fountain that sits in the center of town.
>She had a mean look on her face and ponies kept their distance from her.
“Spike, I need you to do me a favor.  You’re the only one I can trust with this task. Got it?”
>”What is it, Bro-non?”
>You reach into your pocket and pull out a bag filled with bits.
“This is all of the bits I have on me right now.  I need you to hang on to this.  You’ll know the right time when to use it.”
>”What do you mean?  You’re not making any sense.”
“You’re a smart dragon, Spike; you’ll figure it out.  Just trust me on this.  Also, for the love of Celestia, don’t tell anypony about this or what’s about to happen, got it?  If they ask what happens to me or where I am, tell them I went to Canterlot or something.  Also, stick around.  I’m may need a witness to bail me out.”
>”Witness?  Anon, what are you-  Wait!  Anon!  Are you going to fight Gilda?  ARE YOU CRAZY!?  They’ll lock you up!”
“I’m prepared for that.  Now do you see where I’m going with this?”
>”Yeah, but-“
“Be a good dragon and listen to Twilight.  If I’m eligible for bail, use the bits I gave you.  If not, buy yourself something nice.  I’ll see you in a few days or weeks, if not, months.  Or if worse comes to worse...  Years.”
>He caught on pretty quickly and he figured out your plan; you were right to put your trust in a smart dragon like him.
>You leave Spike behind ignoring his protests while walking towards Gilda.
>You knew this was wrong.
>This wasn’t the way to get things resolved.
>Hell, you knew it was NEVER right to strike a female.
>It was considered taboo in your world and probably no different here.
>But what fucking reason or right did she have to shove a child like Spike around in such a way?
>Children were one of the most defenseless and vulnerable things in your world and it was no different here as well.
>Your Jimmies were rustled beyond words knowing that some asshole of an overgrown pigeon decided to push poor little defenseless Spike around.
>You stop several feet in front of her.
>You meet each other’s stares.
“You must be Gilda.”
>”What’s it to you, dweeb?”
“You must feel pretty damn tough to be shoving little children around like that.  Such a class act I must say.”
>You then start a mock-slow clap.
>”Yeah, so?  The little twirp bumped into me and he made me drop my bird seed.  He deserved what he got.”
“Tell me, are ALL griffins complete low-life dicks?”
>She grabs you by the collar of your shirt.
>”What’d you say, punk!?”
“You don’t have any right pushing kids around.  How do you have the nerve pulling shit like that off?”
>”I’ll push and fight whoever the Hell I feel like, Punk!  I don’t care if it’s that little twirp or that yellow crybaby of a Pegasus.”
“You really need to learn some humility.  Why don’t you pick on someone your own siz-  Wait…  Yellow Pegasus!?”
>Your eyes widened.
>No…  She didn’t…
>”Yeah, I tripped over some dweeb of a yellow pegasus with a pink mane earlier today also.  I think her name was flubber-sly?  Or some stupid name like that.”
“Fluttershy?”
>”Whatever.  Her name wasn’t important.  She made me mad so I treated her accordingly.”
>You narrowed your eyes at her.
>“What do you mean ‘accordingly?’”
>”Just like that little twirp, I gave her what she deserved.  But she ran away crying before I could really lay the hurt on her.  Wussy little dweeb didn’t even put up a fight and all she did was cry and begged me to stop.”
>You start balling up both of your fists while tremoring slightly.
>So…  It was HER who made your poor little Shy cry earlier today.
“You stupid-ass buzzard.  You were actually dumb enough to confess that you shoved a child and my mother around like that!  But twice!?”
>“What are you talking about?  I didn’t push your mother around, only those two!  Wait…  Why do you even care?  What’s it to you?  And who or what the Hell are you?”
“Name’s Anon, by the way.  And Fluttershy IS my mother, ya fucking overgrown pigeon.”
>“Your…  Your mother!?”
>Gilda releases her grip on you and starts laughing hysterically while rolling on the ground.
>”HAHAHAHAHA!  Can’t…  Breathe…!”
>You were really starting to lose your cool.
>But you remembered that she had to strike first or the charges cannot be ruled out as self-defense.
>She stands up while leaning on the fountain for support.
>She wipes a tear from her eye.
>”So YOU’RE Anon!”
“You’ve… heard of me?”
>”Sorta.  When I was shoving ‘your mother’ around, she kept calling and crying your name when she wasn’t begging me to stop.  It was truly a pathetic sight and you should have seen it.  ‘Oh please, stop!  Anon!  Help me!’  Some knight and shining armor you turned out to be.  HA!  You don’t even look that strong or tough.”
>Your head started throbbing.
>Your pulse rate was rising.
>Your left eye was twitching.
>You felt some numbness on your left arm trailing to the side of your neck.
>Your breathing was now requiring a conscious effort to be maintained.
>Fluttershy was there to protect you when you got in trouble, but you weren’t there when she encountered Gilda for the second time.
>You felt so useless and as though you failed her.
>It was now your turn to do something for her.
>This shit’s about to get handled.
>You snort and hock the biggest loogie you can produce right on her face.
>She wipes it away from her face and glares daggers at you, but you stand undeterred.
>”I’m gonna rip you apart, freak.”
“Don’t hold back now, Chicken Little.”
>Here it goes…
>She pulls her left fist back and lands a hook right on your jaw.
>The impact causes you to kiss the dirt.
>You have to admit, she had a pretty mean left hook.  Goddamn it hurts.
>Good, she struck first!  Now’s your chance to retaliate in self defen- OOOF!
>She kicks you in the stomach while you’re on the ground and starts to wail on your face, but you brought up your hands in time to block some of her hits.
>You keep your guard strong while waiting for the right opportunity to strike.
>She’s going to have to slip up eventually...  And when she does, then we’ll move in and-
>”NOOOOOOOOOO!  LEAVE HIM ALONE!”  Spike yelled as he leapt into the air and tried holding back Gilda from unloading on you.
“NO, SPIKE!  WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?  THIS IS MY FIGHT!  GET OUTTA HERE, NOW!”
>”You little twirp!  You just don’t know when to quit, do you!?”
>Gilda grabs hold of the little dragon by his tail and slams him hard on the ground.
>Gilda then picks him up again while still holding his tail and swings him into the air.
>He lands hard on the ground once again while bouncing and tumbling.
>”Uuhhhhhh…  *sob*  It hurts…  *sob*”  Spike starts crying and groaning in pain with tears escaping his eyes.
“Oh no…  Spike…  NO!  GILDA, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!”
>You rose to your feet once again and aimed for Gilda’s face with your fist, but she blocks it.
>You attempt to swing with your other fist, but she too blocks that.
>She head-butts you causing you to fall to the ground once again.
>Spike managed to barely make it on his feet, but he was still stumbling around.
>”Sorry big-bro, but I gotta do this.  *groan*  Just hang in there while I get help.”  Spike said while dashing towards the Sugarcube Corner.
>She wraps her tail around your neck and pulls you close to her face while choking you.
>”You’re pathetic, freak.  If you really are her child, then what kind of mother is she!?”
>You open your eyes while now glaring at her.
>“She must be some kind of raging whore to produce some freak like you!  I knew she loved her animals, but damn!  I had no idea that she swung THAT way!  I bet she takes it up the flank from anything that has a pulse!  Mother of Celestia, your mother is the biggest slut I know!  HAHAHAHAHA!”
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>Pain was no longer registering.
>You felt your entire body go numb and you were now seeing red.
“You’re… *cough* fucking… *gasp* dead.”
>You grab her tail and you bite down on it as hard as you can.
>She screams as she releases her grip on you while you try to recuperate on all fours facing the ground.
>She attempts to land a blow on you, but you grab a handful of dirt and throw it in her eyes.
>While she was momentarily blind, you rose to your feet and grabbed her head driving it into your knee.
>While she was dazed, you spear her into the ground while pinning her hands and wing with your knees.
>You start unloading on her face and throat with your fists while ignoring her cries of mercy and screams of bloody murder.
>She didn’t deserve mercy.
>Her screams that filled the air only fueled your bloodlust and desire to see her motionless in a pool of her own blood.
>You didn’t forgive.
>And you sure as Posiden’s hairless nutsack didn’t forget.
--
>Back at the Sugar Cube Corner, it cleared up when you left and business resumed as usual.  The rest of the mane 6 were still there.
>”Hi girls. *yaaaaaaaawwwwwn*  How are all of you?"  Fluttershy said in a very melodious tone while joining her friends.
>”Fluttershy, what did you and Anon do upstairs?”  Twilight asked.
>”EEEP!  Um…  We… just…  had a nap together!  But he seemed to have left.”
>Fluttershy was fidgeting with her hooves and the melodious tone in her voice seemed to have suddenly disappeared.
>”Everyone inside and out of the Sugarcube Corner heard you scream.  Anon also told us what he did and everything that had happened between you two.  Did you convince or trick Anon to…  to intimately touch your wings?
>”Umm…  Maybe?”
>”UGH!  Fluttershy, how could you make him do that to you?  I thought he was like a son to you!”
>“Of course he is!  He’s my little baby boy!”
>”Stop lying to us, Fluttershy.  We all know.”
>”Wha-…  What are you talking about?”
>”There’s no use hiding it anymore.  We all know how you really feel about him.”
>”…”
>Fluttershy turns her head away looking down at the table.
>”You love him, don’t you?”
>”O-of course I do!  He’s like…  a son to me!  He’s like…  IS family to me!”
>“Then why did you convince him to commit such a carnal act upon you?  You had him perform a sexual act on you without his knowledge.”
>“…”
>”Even if he was the one who touched you intimately, in a way, you took advantage of Anon.  You took advantage of Anon’s naiveté.  As his mother, this is not how you are supposed to act with your son!"
>"But...  We're not technically related, so it's okay, right?  It has to be...”
>"No, it isn't!  It's true that the both of you aren't blood-related or even the same species, but Anon sees you as his mother!  HIS MOTHER!"
>"..."
>”So answer me this, FLuttershy:  Do love him like family?  Or do you love him like a special somepony?”
>”…Both.”
>”It can’t be both, Fluttershy.  You have to make a dec-“
>Twilight was interrupted by Fluttershy as she slammed her hooves on the table while standing up.
>”WHY CAN’T IT BE BOTH, HUH!?  WHY!?”
>”Because it’s wrong!”
>”WHY!?  WHO SAID IT HAS TO BE!?  WHY IS IT WRONG FOR ME TO LOVE HIM!?”
>Rarity stood up and responded.
>”Because if you don’t decide now, you’ll end up hurting each other in the long run.  Trust me, it will save you a lot of pain and…  heartbreak.”
>Rarity then proceeded to bite her bottom lip while wincing slightly.
>She looked away while trying her best to hide it.
>Fluttershy sunk back into her seat.
>A look of shock had taken her face.
>She couldn’t imagine bringing any kind of pain to you nor would she see any reason to do so, intentional or not.
>It was just…  the unthinkable for her.
>She couldn’t imagine being the kind of monster that would bring harm upon her Sweetie nor would she have enough pony decency to sacrifice in order to lower herself to such a level.
>”M-me?  Hurt Anon!?  My Anon!?  MY Sweetie!?  I would NEVER dream of doing such a dreadful thing!  I love him so much…”
>”Then decide now.”  Rarity continued.  “It’s not wrong to love him, Fluttershy.  But you need to decide right now HOW you love him.  Decide before it becomes complicated and decide before either of you do something you can’t take back or regret.”
>”I…  I Can’t!  Okay!?   I just can’t!”
>With her eyes shut tight, she starts shedding tears while shivering slightly.
>”Fluttershy…  Why can’t you decide?  Why do you love him like… this?”  Twilight asked while draping her fore hoof over her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her.
>”B-because...  He…  He’s just so handsome… and…  But he…  I like taking care of him…  It’s just that…-”
Spike barges through the door limping.
>”Oh no!  Spike darling!  What happened to you!?”  Rarity asked while running to him.
>”Nevermind that!  Everypony, listen!  Anon is going head to head with GIlda in front of the town hall!  He’s getting beat up pretty badly!  I called some guards on the way here to stop them, but-”
>”Oh no!  Sweetie!”  Fluttershy immediately rose from her chair and started dashing towards the town hall with the rest of the mane 6 following.
---
>Back at the town hall, you are being held back by two guards with one tending to Gilda who’s now writhing at the ground.
“LET ME GO, GODAMMIT!  IM GONNA KILL THAT BUZZARD!”
>”That’s enough out of you, human!”  One of your guards spoke.  “You are under arre-“
>You manage to slip out of the guards’ grip and tackle Gilda once again.
>You pick her up wrapping your arms around her throat trying to choke her from behind.
>You drag her into the fountain submerging her head into the water in attempts of drowning her and forcing as much water into her lungs as you can.
>You let her go as you watch her struggle for air and her composure.
>No…  You weren’t going to finish her off yet.
>You were going to enjoy making her suffer for a bit.
>”Wait!  Anon, listen! *gag*  I’m sorry!  I was only messing with you, I swear to Celestia!  *cough*  I-I didn’t mean to call you mother a sl-*WHAM*”
>You picked Gilda up by her head and slam it into the hard marble fountain.
“It’s too late for that, bitch.  Damn shame those will be your final words.”
>You pick her head up and go for another head slam on the marble fountain, but one of the guards buck you hard in the chest causing you to fly out of the fountain landing on the dirt ground.
>You start coughing and grabbing your chest and rolling in the ground, but you stand back up almost instantly.
>You then start running for Gilda who was now out cold in the fountain.
>She was floating motionless in the water that was now mixed with her blood.
>You were still seeing red.
>Pain and rationale still weren’t registering.
>A guard intercepts your path and attempts to wrestle you down, but you still stayed strong on your 2 feet.
>You slip past him.
>Your future in the NFL as a wide receiver was looking bright.
>That is, IF there was an NFL league here in Equestria.
>The 2 other guards and now 3 other guards out of fucking nowhere finally take you down successfully.
>Fluttershy could see the fight in the distance and starts dashing even faster when she saw you struggling against the 5 guards.
>“ANNNOOOONNNN!”  Fluttershy screamed at the top of her lungs.
>“Uh-oh, this is bad…”  Twilight said with the injured Spike now riding on her back.
>She knew what Fluttershy was about to do with her emotions now running wild.
>Fluttershy would have done something unthinkable to the guards and she too would have ended up like you if she wasn’t kept in check.
>Twilight immediately used her magic to levitate Fluttershy to her and pull her away from the direction of the fight.
>”What are you doing!?  Let me go!”  Fluttershy screamed.
>”No, stop!  Don’t get involved in this!  If you do, you’ll end up in jail like him!”
>”I don’t care!  Let me go!  He needs me!”
>You are now being held down by five armored colts with one on each of your limbs and one pinning you down on your chest pretty hard.
>One guard manages to pull Gilda out of the fountain and tend to her.
>You can hear her groaning and crying in pain, and you felt proud of what you did.
>Even though you knew caused harm to another being and to a female, no less.
>”You’re under arrest, human.  Stop resisting.  If you keep struggling, we will take more ‘aggressive’ measures. Understood?”
“Yeah yeah, officer.  I got it.  *cough* I only hope I got her good, heh heh.  How long am I being sent away for?”
>”We’ll see, human.  You have committed a very serious crime and it can be for a while.”
”Am I eligible for bail, community service, or any work release program?”
>”I wouldn’t count on it.  The evidence here is overwhelmingly against you and you could be denied any of these things.”
“Wonderful.”
>Fluttershy was still trying to break free from twilight’s magical grip and was actually succeeding.
>Rarity then stepped in and lent her power to tame the now emotionally unstable Fluttershy.
>Applejack threw a lasso around her while Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, and the injured Spike tackled her to the ground.
>The rest of the mane six were now trying to hold Fluttershy back while wrestling her down.
>Despite being pinned down by the other 5 and Spike, she was still putting up a formidable struggle.
>You are brought up to your knees with your hands behind your back.
>You hear screaming in the background and it sounded like…
>Fluttershy!?
>Oh shit!
>She knows!
>They ALL know!
>FUCK!
>The plan is blowing up in your face.  Way to go, dumbass.
”Dammit Spike!  Why the Hell did you have to get involved?”   You muttered under your breath while looking at five the mane six and Spike wrestling down your frantic mother.
>With your hands behind your back, they place you in hoofcuffs.
>When Fluttershy saw the hoofcuffs being placed on you, she went completely berserk.
>”NO!  STOP!  HE’S A GOOD BOY!  PLEASE, DON’T TAKE MY BABY AWAY FROM ME!  I LOVE HIM AND HE’S ALL I HAVE!  ANON, SWEETIE!  MOMMA WILL SAVE YOU!”
>Pinkie Pie, Rainbro Dash, and Spike are shaken off while sent flying.
>Rarity and Twilight still had a magical grip on Fluttershy with Applejack’s lasso holding her and pulling her back.
>Without the other three, Fluttershy was now starting to inch her way slowly to you.
>The other three were now starting to lose their grip on her.
>Luckily, the other three were quick on their feet and wrestle her down once again.
>They once again continue to successfully pull her away from you little by little.
>“GIRLS, LET BUCKING GO OF ME!  DON’T YOU SEE THAT THEY’RE TAKING MY ANON AWAY FROM ME!?  GUARDS, PLEASE LET MY BABY GO!  I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT HIM!  I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!  TAKE ME INSTEAD!  ANON! AAAANNOOOOOOOOON!”
>You turn to see your Shy crying and wailing hysterically.
>You heard every word she screamed and it was one of the most heart wrenching things you have ever heard and seen in your life.
>Even the guards that arrest you stop to see the scene that your mother was causing.
>They all stare your emotionally compromised mother who was now losing her sanity in front of everypony.
>Even they too had a look of shock on their faces and even they were hesitant of hauling you off to jail.
>Never have you ever seen here so…  broken down.
>You sigh deeply as you turn away and bow your head in shame.
”Don’t look at me, Shy.  Please…  Don’t look at me.  It’ll be easier for you if you just look away.”
>If your hands were free, you would use them to cover your ears or knock yourself the fuck out.
>You would do anything just to stop hearing your mother cry and grieve.
>Not even a 1000 of Luna’s screeches compared to what you were hearing now.
“Officer…  Come on, let’s go.”
>“You will be held at the local jail for now.  Where you will be held while serving your sentence will be decided later on as well as your trial date.  Your time will also be determined then.”
“Fine.  Whatever.  Just…  Please…  For the love of Celestia, take me anywhere away from here!  I can’t stand being here at the moment.”
>”Yes…  Of course.”
>You take one final glance at Fluttershy who was still screaming your name and trying to reach out to you with her hoof.
“Oh, my little Shy…  I’m so very very sorry.  I didn’t mean for it to be like this.  Be strong for me, okay?  Girls, take good care of her while I’m gone.”  You softly uttered under your breath.
>You close your eyes tightly while sighing deeply once again.
“I love you so much and I’ll miss you.  Goodbye…  Mother.”
>The guards redirect their focus on you once again and escort you.
>As you continue walking away from the mane six, the incoherent screams of Fluttershy could still be heard echoing in Ponyville and you heard your name in her cries a few times.
>Retribution has been delivered.
>But could you really say it was worth it?
>On the bright side, at least you don’t have to wake up early and go to work tomorrow or deal with the stress of work.
>Nor do you have to worry about making bits now.
>If your trial takes a turn for the worst, prison should be able to provide you with free stuff like a bed, some food, time to exercise, and plenty of time to think and reflect.
>Except Fluttershy won’t be there to tuck you in and lull you to sleep with her lullabies.
>Nor will she be able to provide you with her warm and gentle touch.