The Fluttering Monster.

Sunset's Punishment. Part 1.
>Her lip curled into a twisted sneer of amusement
>The halls were clearing now, and her target was in sight
>Approaching silently, Sunset Shimmer waited until everyone had left to strike
>Like a cobra in the shadows, she struck hard and fast
>Fluttershy squealed in surprise when her body was pressed flush against the lockers, a hand slapping against her mouth to stifle any kind of scream
>The hand not covering her mouth slammed into the locker mere inches from her face
"Hello little bird"
>Fluttershy was shaking in her boots, as much as Sunset Shimmer, who was pressed flush against her, allowed.
>Sunset chuckled darkly into her ear
"Stay quiet and I may let you off without a beating."
>Fluttershy was nearly vibrating now, her body wracked in silent sobs as tears spilled from her eyes
>She managed a small, voluntary nod
>Sunset Shimmer pulled her around and pressed her back tight to the lockers, still maintaining a degree of closeness between them
"Let me make this clear, little bird"
>Sunset Shimmer spoke clearly and slowly, so that even in her terrified state, Fluttershy could understand her
>Fluttershy glanced left, then right, making sure the hall was completely barren, before turning back to meet Sunset's eye
>Sunset, for her part, barely registered that the animal caretaker had all but stopped shaking
"W-what c-can I d-do for you?"
>Sunset chuckled again
"W-well"
>Sunset's mocking tone carried a certain degree of harshness, even when trying to sound like the girl below her
"Y-you c-c-could-"
>Sunset stopped mid sentence, trying to register why she had both stopped talking, and when Fluttershy had let her have a seat on the floor
>Fluttershy was looking down at her, her face still the epitome of kindness.
>Sunset Shimmer's jaw, now catching up to her brain, exploded into agony as clutched it tightly, trying to garble out a scream
>Fluttershy refused to let her, and took the invitation to slam her knee-high boots into the other girl's ribs
>Sunset writhed on the ground, trying desperately to get away from Fluttershy as she continued her assault
>Fluttershy didn't stop, every kick getting progressively stronger as Sunset bent beneath her
>She finally stopped, content with seeing Sunset in a near comatose state, laying in a beaten, bloody mess at her feet
>Fluttershy bent down to sit on her heels, the serene expression on her face never wavering
>Sunset flinched away from Fluttershy, covering her face as the other girl placed a hand on her cheek
"O-oh dear, you've h-had quite a b-bad fall, haven't you?"
>Sunset looked up at her, tears streaming down her cheeks
"I-I said y-you look l-like you've had a bad fall"
>Sunset finally nodded, choking on the tears as they continued to cascade down her cheeks
"Yeah, I had a bad fall, nothing else. P-please don't hurt me."
>Fluttershy looked actually appalled at the notion
"Why, I-I would never hurt you! I'm just Fluttershy. A soft spoken animal lover."
>The thought made Sunset want to vomit
>That they allowed this girl to fool them...
>And that Sunset wasn't going to rat her out for nearly beating her to death...
>She curled into a tight ball, whimpering when Fluttershy traced the back of her hand down the cheek she had been caressing
"I-I hope you l-learn never to walk without tripping. That fall l-looks like it hurt a lot."
>Sunset Shimmer said nothing, squeezing her eyes shut in pain.
"I-I should go get a nurse. I would h-hate for anything bad to happen to you. Y-you're welcome."
>She remained quiet, content with letting Fluttershy talk as much as she wanted, as long as she left her alone
>Fluttershy grabbed her hair and yanked on it, causing Sunset to scream
>She was muffled by the hair in Fluttershy's grip coming to rest across her throat, choking
the life out of her
"I said y-you're welcome."
>Fluttershy eased her grip on her hair slightly
"Thank you Fluttershy, thank you f-for getting a nurse. Y-you're a great friend."
>Sunset hoped that would be enough to appease the monster standing above her
>Fluttershy hummed in delight and helped Sunset stand up
"Let me take you to the nurse, b-because we're s-such good friends now."
>Sunset nodded meekly, not bother to resist when Fluttershy pressed her lips to the beaten girl's cheek.
>Fluttershy kept Sunset by her side, slinging her arm around her shoulders and holding her close
>Sunset knew any kind of resistance would involve a very painful lesson
>She was hardly ready for another lesson
>The thought almost made her stop, almost being the key word
>As soon as her feet started to drag Fluttershy threw her against the lockers
>Sunset slid to the ground, dazed and sore as Fluttershy loomed over her
"O-oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I think you must've tripped again!"
>Sunset nodded her head meekly
"Yes Fluttershy. Sorry Fluttershy. I'll try to be less clumsy."
>Fluttershy smiled benevolently down at her, in a way that made Sunset feel with every passing moment that this would become a regular thing
>As Fluttershy hoisted her up and began their journey once more, Sunset began to think about the girl next to her
>How many others had been her victim?
>Were all her friends beaten into submission and were simply to scared to resist her?
>Sunset regretted ever even coming to this world
>Fluttershy had seen to that
"We're h-here."
>Sunset looked up to see that, yes, Fluttershy had actually taken her to get medical help, and didn't want to simply dispose of her
>Fluttershy was looking at her expectantly
"Thank you so much for helping me Fluttershy. We'll be best friends for sure."
>Fluttershy beamed at her, a wide smile on her small face
"I-I'd love nothing more."
>Sunset tried to shuffle towards the nurse's office, but was stopped by Fluttershy sticking her foot out
>She fell face forward into the wall next to the door, her face pressed against the wall and Fluttershy leaning on her, much in the same way she had done earlier
>Fluttershy's breath tickled her ear as she spoke, low and serious
"I hope you get better. If you think of touching me again for anything other than than to do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you, you will regret it."
>Sunset nodded her head
>Fluttershy separated, her cheerful look and blissful grin on her face again
"G-goodbye, rest up well."
>Sunset nodded again, not trusting herself to speak
>Fluttershy quirked her eyebrow
>Sunset folded in on herself, quickly stuttering out a reply to appease the dangerous girl in front of her
"Thank you Fluttershy, I'll get better as soon as I can, I promise. I'll just have to make sure to watch the stairs when I'm walking."
>Fluttershy patted her head, grinning happily when she kissed her cheek again
>She walked away, and Sunset stayed stock still until she couldn't hear or see any trace of her left
>Sunset shuddered, resting her back against the cool metal of the lockers
>She couldn't get her out of her head.
>Fluttershy.
>So sweet, as they claimed, so gentle, caring, kind-
>Sunset snorted
>The girl had left her worse off than Sunset herself had ever done to anyone else.
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>Since then, Fluttershy had pulled Sunset into her little pack of friends
>Any attempt to broach the subject of who and what Fluttershy really was, was met with swift rebuttal
>Sunset had learned after the first time, that one does not talk about Fluttershy when she wasn't around
"Hello Sunset!"
>Sunset jumped a foot in the air, startled by Fluttershy's appearance
"H-hello Fluttershy. Sorry I couldn't work on our project last night I had-"
>Sunset stopped by Fluttershy raised her hand to silence her
>One did not speak when Fluttershy demanded silence
>She smiled at Sunset, grabbing her hand gently
"T-thats alright Sunset, I understand."
>Sunset nearly blew out a breath of relief
>Fluttershy placed a hand, almost lovingly so, on Sunset's cheek
>Sunset didn't bother trying to shake Fluttershy off, as in between fits of violence, Fluttershy was oddly affection and nurturing
>The problem was, was that Sunset could never tell one way or the other
>Fluttershy leaned in, planting a quick peck on Sunset's cheek
>Sunset relaxed a little, that was usually a good sign
>Within a second, Fluttershy grabbed her cheek with her hand, her nails digging into Sunset's soft skin and clamping down like a vice
>Fluttershy slammed Sunset's skull against the lockers, hard enough to bounce off despite the crushing pressure now being applied to her head
"I know you were with someone last night..."
>Fluttershy leaned in close to the whimpering girl, her grip on Sunset's cheek loosening until it was simply resting there
"And if I found out you do that again without my knowledge or permission..."
>The threat was left in the air, and Sunset understood
>Fluttershy hated sharing.
>Sunset nodded, resting her throbbing forehead on Fluttershy's shoulder
>Fluttershy cooed softly, content with the display of affection
>Sunset felt it odd that, despite the rough treatment, Fluttershy could, and was, very affectionate
>So long as her rules were followed to the letter
"T-thank you Fluttershy, I'll try not to run into my l-locker again."
>Fluttershy nodded, patting Sunset's cheek lightly with her hand
"Good girl."
>Sunset kissed Fluttershy's cheek, and the pink haired girl strode away, a content smile on her face.

Generosity's Fall
"So? What do you think?"
>Rarity was beaming at her, a grin stretching from ear to ear as she awaited the verdict,
>Her customer stared blankly at the dress, not even sparing a glance to the grinning fashionista.
"It's... Nice. May I borrow a pair of scissors?"
>Rarity's grin faded a little as confusion pushed her glee aside. Nice certainly wasn't the word she'd use, either.
>All the same, Rarity nodded and handed over a pair of tailor's shears tucked into the small pouch hanging from her waist
"I suppose that's alright, may I ask why you need those shears?"
>Fluttershy accepted the shears and turned her attention back to the dress.
>It would be, to anyone else, a stunning work of a very, very good seamstress
>Yet Fluttershy could see every flaw
>Every out of place stitch, every misguided choice.
"W-well... First y-you overextended the cuffs."
>Rarity's jaw fell open when Fluttershy snipped the left cuff off, followed by the right.
"E-excuse me?! I'll have you know-"
>Rarity was stopped by Fluttershy shearing off the lace ribbon around the dress' waist
"T-the lace d-doesn't match or c-compliment the primary c-colors."
>Rarity was nearly boiling mad, her usual porcelain skin flushing a bright red.
"I should think NOT! How DARE-"
>Fluttershy cut the buttons holding the top section of the dress closed.
"B-buttons are out of style this s-season."
>Rarity lunged, an angry shriek issuing from her throat as she approached Fluttershy.
>She was mere millimeters from grabbing Fluttershy and tearing her apart, when her world exploded into bright white lights at the back of her eyes,
>Rarity was thrown to the ground by the punch, both to her jaw and to the solar plex that left her gasping for air.
"T-this dress is as s-shody looking as y-your haircut"
>Fluttershy's simply statement of fact sent a shudder up Rarity's body.
>Still clutching her bruising face, Rarity whimpered when Fluttershy started berating her.
>Every mistake, every wrong stitch, every mismatched color was thrown at her face,
>Rarity let out a shuddering sob as she was verbally assaulted, the dress raining down over her in ribbons as Fluttershy continued to chop it to pieces.
>The girl, who had been meek and docile when they had met, was now standing over her.
>The dress had been cut into ribbons now, and the berating was over.
>Rarity breathed a sigh of relief, despite the ache in her jaw and chest,
>Fluttershy looked down at her curiously, yet maintaining that look of pure innocence even as Rarity cried at her boots.
>She sunk down onto her knees, trapping Rarity under her as she straddled the sobbing fashionista,
>Rarity didn't try to throw her off, too focused on getting her breathing under control.
>She looked up at Fluttershy finally, eyes still brimming with tears.
>Fluttershy reached down, gently tracing the lines Rarity's tears had carved down her flawless skin.
>The tears were wiped away with a quick flick of Fluttershy's thumb.
>Rarity sincerely wished that Fluttershy would get off her, praying to everyone she could that this devil would relinquish her.
"Y-you must pride yourself on y-your hair, right?"
>Rarity didn't respond verbally, merely letting out a startled whimper and a noticeable widening of her eyes.
>Fluttershy grabbed a large lock between her thumb and forefinger, resting the shears given to her against Rarity's scalp, at the base of the lock.
"Please."
>Rarity's whisper got the attention of Fluttershy, who glanced down at her.
"Please don't cut my hair, p-please. W-what do you want? I'll do a-anything."
>Fluttershy seemed content with the confession and promise, she relinquished Rarity's hair as she nodded in satisfaction.
>Rarity let out a breath and didn't resist when Fluttershy pressed her warm, almost searing lips to her cheek.
"G-good. Y-you'll give me clothes whenever I w-want them, right? S-since we're such g-good friends now."
>Rarity whimpered.
>Fluttershy stared down at her unblinkingly, still perched on her waist.
>Rarity continued to whimper and whine under her
>She was carefully trying to extract herself from the faux-timid girl
>Fluttershy gently traced Rarity's cheek with the back of her hand, following the curve of her jaw before moving her fingers to cup her chin
>Rarity opened her mouth to say something, anything, to get Fluttershy off of her.
>She was interrupted by Fluttershy bending down to rest mere inches away.
>Rarity could feel the heat of her breath, the pulse in her hand-or perhaps that was her own heartbeat trying to beat straight out of her chest.
>The scent of lilacs and roses and lavender, of animals and cinnamon burned at her nose.
>Fluttershy's long pink hair created a curtain around them, shutting them from the outside world.
>Fluttershy's gaze never faltered from her, as Rarity's tried to look anywhere but her eyes.
>Rarity let Fluttershy pin her hands above her head with only one of her own, let Fluttershy lean down far enough to bit at her jaw playfully, bit at her neck, even her lips.
>Rarity gasped as Fluttershy pulled back, her lips gleaming with saliva, leaving behind a hickey mark that blemished her clear white skin.
"...Beg..."
>Rarity looked up at her in shock
"You heard me. Beg me to mark your skin, or your hair will pay the price."
>She hesitated to respond, a slight downturn of Fluttershy's eyebrows was the only indicator of her distaste
>But Rarity was aware that that was all it took to set Fluttershy off.
"P-please..."
>Fluttershy leaned back down and continued to lay butterfly kissed along her neck.
"Please what?"
>Rarity craned her head enough to expose her yet unmarkd flesh, that Fluttershy was quick to swoop in on.
"W-would you p-please give me more hickeys, F-Flutteshy?"
>Fluttershy did as asked, nipping harder at the sensitive flesh of Rarity's neck.
>Rarity's hands tried to come down to protect her from Fluttershy's assault, but were trapped in a vice-like grip
>She was at Fluttershy's mercy.
>Of which, Rarity lamented, she had none.
>Fluttershy finally pulled back completely, breaking their curtain and releasing Rarity's hands
>Rarity didn't move from the position, shallowly panting as Fluttershy looked down at her dispassionately.
>Rarity felt the loss of warmth from her unwilling partner, the scents that clung to her were gone now, as well, and the lips exploring every inch of her untouched neck
>She couldn't, wouldn't, admit it out loud, but she missed it.
>Fluttershy stood up completely and took a step away from Rarity, nudging her with her boot.
>Rarity's head, covered in her now matted, royal purple hair and a sheen of sweat, lolled over to look at Fluttershy.
>Fluttershy bent down to sit on her heels, keeping her eyes on Rarity.
"Good girl."
>The proclamation broke through the haze threatening to overwhelm Rarity, especially when Fluttershy reached over and gently pet her head
"Thank you... Fluttershy."
>Rarity's head fell back and her body rested boneless against the floor
>Fluttershy stopped patting her head and stood up once more.
"I'll be leaving now. Do make sure your next set of clothing is... Up to par."
>Fluttershy left, closing the door behind her.
>Rarity was still sprawled out on the ground and panting lightly, her body covered in a thin sheen of sweat
>She touched her neck, a thin blush forming on her face.
"T-that was... Nice."

Kindness' Descent.
>The halls were silent, save for the gentle hum and the repetitive click-clack of boots on the polish floor.
>Pinkie Pie languished in her activities, her bright, happy smile beaming brightly across her face.
>The silence of the hall didn't matter to her, even alone she could be happy.
>Someone had to fill the halls with good cheer, right?
>Pinkie stopped, her face falling into a scowl as she thought.
>Could a hall fill with happiness?
>Oh well, she concluded, she'd certainly try anyway!
>Pinkie was oblivious to the janitor's closet near her opening; silently, like a ghost gliding over the tiled floor.
>A pair of hands reached from the darkness.
>Like a flash they descended on the still party planner- Pinkie yelped in surprise but had no room to resist.
>She was dragged in, a hand clamped over her mouth, the other around her waist.
>Pinkie thrashed in the grip of her unknown assailant; her resistance, however, was ultimately futile.
>The hands holding her were like iron.
"Shh shh shh",
>Pinkie suddenly tensed as the voice of her captor tickled the back of her neck.
"Don't fight me, Pinkie Pie. You'll be happier if you don't."
>Pinkie stopped struggling; her attempts at escape were replaced with relief that it was only Fluttershy who had dragged her in here.
>The fear, almost palpable, washed from her body.
>Pinkie leaned in against Fluttershy comfortably, resting the back of her head against Fluttershy's neck.
"Good girl."
>Fluttershy released her waist and used that hand to pat her cheek lightly.
"I'm going to let you go... Stay quiet."
>She nodded her head.
>Fluttershy did as she promised, releasing Pinkie from her grasp and spinning the party planner around to face her.
"Hiya Flutters! Is this some kind of closet party or something? Seems a little cramped."
>Fluttershy offered her a cute, innocent smile.
"Sorry Pinkie, I only invite my friends to parties."
>Pinkie's head tilted to the side, a quizzical look on her face.
"Whatdya mean Flutters?"
>Fluttershy's innocent smile didn't falter as she answered.
"Like I said, this isn't a party. I wouldn't have invited you if it was."
>Pinkie's brow furrowed, her forehead creased.
"Fluttershy I thought we were friends-"
>Fluttershy's cruel laughter in the darkened space of the closet sent a chilly lance up Pinkie's spine.
"Friends? Let me tell you something Pinkie. No one in this school is your friend."
>She shook her head in mirth.
"But that's what you get for being annoying."
>Pinkie unconsciously backed away from her oddly behaving friend, finally resting against the back corner of the closet.
>Fluttershy was looming over her, her hands on her hips and an innocent smile on her face.
"It looks like you still don't believe me. Tell me Pinkie, when's the last time you've been invited to a party?"
>Pinkie's mouth shot open to answer.
>Within a moment- a deathly still, quiet moment- her jaw clicked shut.
"Like I said, everyone in this school finds you annoying. They just use you for your parties, Pinkie. Who'd like an annoying, useless, idiot like you?"
>Pinkie's vision was clouded by tears, a choked sob leaped from her throat before she could contain it.
>A pit of ice was forming in her stomach that slowly spread up her chest to fill her being.
>Was it true?
>Did no one... Did no one like her at all?
"F-fluttershy..."
>Pinkie hated the way her voice cracked, the way her hair fell flat around her face
>The way Fluttershy was completely destroying her.
"Don't worry Pinkie."
>Fluttershy's cooing voice was whispered in her ear as the caretaker bent down.
"I'll be your friend again..."
>Pinkie crossed her arms around her knees and buried her head in them to stifle her quiet sniffles.
>Fluttershy was only a little annoyed at being ignored.
>It wouldn't matter, soon.
>Fluttershy gently extracted Pinkie's head from her knees, cradling her chin in her hand.
"There there... I still like you Pinkie..."
"B-but you s-said..."
>Fluttershy waved her off.
"Don't worry about that now, I can help you change. Make you worthy of being my friend."
>Pinkie's head tilted in askance once more.
"Well I'm the only one in the whole school who told you the truth, so I must be the one closest to you, right? And friends have to stick together."
>Fluttershy smirked as her point finally dawned on Pinkie.
>A startled, but accepting look crossed her face.
"You a-are my only f-friend. N-none of those other... M-meanies t-told me."
>Fluttershy's smirk grew into a large grin as she nodded.
>This had gone even better than she had planned, Fluttershy mused to herself.
>Pinkie was so simple minded.
>Fluttershy rested a hand on Pinkie's cheek as she crouched down to be eye level with her new "friend".
"And what do you say for being allowed to be my friend?"
>Pinkie paused for nearly a minute, her scrambled brain wracking itself for an answer.
"T-thank you... Fluttershy?"
>Fluttershy beamed at her in answer; Pinkie responded with a small, submissive smile.
"Good girl."
>Fluttershy patted Pinkie on the head. She lifted Pinkie from her seated position to stand next to her.
"Once more. What do we say?"
>Pinkie Pie chirped her answer happily;
"Thank you Fluttershy!"
>Fluttershy nodded her head with a grin.
>She tapped her finger expectantly against her cheek.
>Pinkie seemed to take the hint as she leaned in and kissed her cheek, a small blush coloring her pink cheeks red.
>Life, Fluttershy mused, was good.

Honesty and Lies.
"'S up this way, Flutters."
>Fluttershy smiled innocently at Applejack, nodding her head in understanding.
"What was it you said was disturbing your apple trees?"
>Applejack scowled and pulled the brim of her hat down.
>She looked away; embarrassed.
"...Bats."
>Fluttershy gave her an admonishing look that Applejack was still turned away from.
"Fruit bats again, Applejack? They seem to simply love your farm. You know, if you set aside part of your orchard for them-"
>Applejack turned back towards Fluttershy, a furious look on her face.
"I said no! Those darn bats have been a pain in my keister since they moved in!"
>The apple farmer, snorted in anger, her arms crossing over her chest as she continued to lead Fluttershy towards the bat infestation.
>Fluttershy's only indication of her displeasure was a purse forming in her lips.
"Applejack?"
>The apple farmer turned back around, an angry look still marring her otherwise pretty face.
"I'll need your rope. For the bats."
>Applejack muttered something under her breath, but handed the rope attached to her waist over grudgingly.
>It seemed to Fluttershy that the fruit bats were something of a sore spot for the farmer.
>They fell silent, save for the sound of twigs and grass crushing under their boots.
>The orchard was almost silent, and darkened by the overhead canopy that rustled in the mid-morning breeze.
>A soft chirping from birds as they flitted past them, the gentle rustle as the breeze swept through the orchard.
>Fluttershy breathed it all in, a content smile on her face.
"We're almost there."
>Applejack was looking back over her shoulder at her, her mood obviously improved, if still a little upset.
>Humming in acknowledgement, Fluttershy started to scan the tree line.
>Sure enough, there were some apples already drained dry.
>Fluttershy's gaze fell on Applejack's back.
>Her grin- a content, small smile- curved out into a sinister smirk
>Fluttershy gripped the rope in her hands, her sinister grin fixing itself on Applejack's back.
>Her dexterous fingers made a quick knot in the rope, in the reminiscence of a noose.
>A loop was made out of a knot, so the rope could slide in and out; tighten and release.
>Fluttershy was certain it would only need to tighten.
>She let her gaze fall from her target; instead she observed the nearby trees as they passed under them, searching for a steady branch.
>There was one merely feet in front of them.
>It looked long and sturdy, about a thick as Fluttershy's thigh and a little longer than her leg.
>Perfect.
>It only took one try to get the end of the noose over the branch, and it took merely seconds for Fluttershy to grab it before Applejack noticed.
>Applejack passed just in front of the branch, completely unaware of the danger hanging just behind her.
>Fluttershy sprung.
>Quick like a cobra, the noose in her hands was wrapped tight around Applejack's throat.
>Constricting her, squeezing her throat shut, leaving her gasping for air.
>Fluttershy grabbed onto the end not connected to the noose and pulled. Hard.
>Applejack struggled in the tight rope's unyielding grasp, her boots still on the ground yet the rope held her.
>Fluttershy didn't need to kill her- didn't want to ,either- she simply needed to incapacitate her.
>So she did.
>Applejack gasped, desperately trying to pry the ever-tightening rope off her neck.
>Futile as it may have been, Applejack was thrashing, whining, kicking and doing her best to get the rope constricting her throat off.
>Another moment passed.
>Applejack fell silent, now simply gasping for air in the harsh rope's unmerciful grip.
>The rope was the only thing keeping her on her boots, now that the air had been constricted out of her.
>Fluttershy giggled innocently; a soft smile curving her face.
>Applejack's body was lowered to the ground- already she was gasping and hacking, trying desperately to get air into her starved lungs.
>She laid on her side on the orchard's floor, a half-lidded look on her face and a shuddering, oxygen hungry rise and fall to her chest.
>Fluttershy smiled down at her fallen friend, a wide grin on her lips.
"Need a hand, Applejack?"
>She laughed at her own joke, and the subsequent hacking moan coming from Applejack's abused throat.
>Fluttershy bent down, wrapping the noose around Applejack's wrists and tightening the rope to a painful degree.
>The rope's other end was used by Fluttershy to hoist up Applejack into a kneeling position.
>Fluttershy tied off the loose end on a nearby root that stuck out of the soil. A quick test confirmed it to be sturdy enough.
>Applejack wouldn't have time to focus on breaking her binds, anyway.
>She was, true to her tough and hardy nature, already rousing from her forcibly induced sleep.
>Although Applejack was still groggy and disoriented from the oxygen deprivation she was conscious and aware of what had happened to her, and who had done it.
>She moaned in pain again as the bruises around her throat throbbed.
"Feeling better, Sweetie?"
>Fluttershy's soft, loving tone was almost a mockery to Applejack's ears.
>A lie, a false image presented by a madwoman.
"F-fluttershy..."
>Applejack stopped midway to cough. A dry hacking left her throat as she tried to speak.
"Don't worry Applejack."
>Fluttershy's cooing, motherly tone that Applejack had always taken as sincere seemed now like a honeyed ambrosia barely covering the festering, rotten core.
"I won't hurt you, you know. If you do what I say."
>The thought almost made Applejack laugh.
>A throbbing, painful reminder kept her silent. though.
>Fluttershy took Applejack's silence as leave to continue, and she did, as she knelt down in front of the farmer.
>She loving caressed the freckled orange cheek cupped in her right hand.
>Fluttershy's soft humming, which Applejack had finally noticed, seemed out of place in their present situation.
>It was as if Fluttershy was uncomprehending as to what she had done. Was doing.
>Applejack was rapidly regaining strength, and Fluttershy took notice of this too.
>A hand- even lighter in tone than her blonde hair- gripped her golden locks tightly.
>Applejack winced when Fluttershy's grip kept her down on her knees as the animal caretaker rose into a standing position.
>Fluttershy kept her head pushed down, turned towards the floor.
>Lovingly so, Fluttershy rested her other hand on top of Applejack's head.
>As she would a pet, Fluttershy began gently rubbing Applejack's scalp.
>Applejack blushed at the treatment, not because it was embarrassing, no, because it felt good.
>Really good.
>Her fingers continued to play in the hair not captured tightly in her other hand, bringing to her an odd sense of pleasure that Applejack couldn't place.
>Applejack shuddered under the delightful ministrations of Fluttershy, holding back a moan as she rubbed in just the right spot.
>A heat filled her cheeks and a flush traveled down her face and chest.
>Why was Fluttershy affecting her so much?
>Applejack's blush deepened when Fluttershy crouched back down so they were at eye level with each other.
>She didn't stop her gentle petting.
>Soft, dexterous fingers worked through the matted, straw-like golden blonde locks, quickly and efficiently.
>Applejack turned her head away as much as Fluttershy allowed, attempting- and failing- to disguise her blush.
>Applejack nearly jumped out of her boots when, as her neck was exposed, Fluttershy's lips came down to lay a gently, butterfly-like kiss on the bruised flesh.
"W-what're-"
>Fluttershy shushed her with the hand she was petting her with, and Applejack complied immediately.
>Applejack panted, her form slackened, only held up by the ropes digging into her wrists.
>Fluttershy had been lustfully torturing her for an eternity; long enough to make her a burning, sweaty mess at least.
>She hadn't yet relented.
>Kissing her neck, her face, everywhere she could, bare her lips.
>Fluttershy had worked the band out of her ponytail, leaving her golden hair to hang free as the animal caretaker continued to massage her scalp.
>She didn't talk, either.
>Silent except for the sounds she made as she tormented Applejack.
>Applejack's neck was more bruised now than it was when she had been let out of the noose, covered in darkened bite marks.
"F-fluttershy."
>Applejack's panted, moaning in bliss as Fluttershy bit the junction of her neck and shoulder.
>Fluttershy finally decided to speak up.
>Her voice, as soft and smooth as silk, and as quiet as a mouse, whispered against Applejack's ear.
"You're a good girl, Applejack..."
>Applejack groaned at her heady, husky voice.
>Whispered in her ear- her neck being lavished in attention all the while.
"Be a good girl and beg me..."
>She wondered what it was that Fluttershy wanted from her.
>Her mind felt like it was melting, her body, quivering into an aroused mess.
"Beg me to kiss you. Let me kiss you on the lips. Beg."
>Applejack nodded her head frantically.
>She was vaguely aware of her hat- her ever present, beloved stetson- was on Fluttershy's head instead of hers.
>It was an odd look for her, but one Applejack liked.
>Broken from her reverie by a particularly sharp nip from Fluttershy's teeth against her neck, Applejack started with a panted, lust-filled voice.
"Please... Please, kiss me Fluttershy. I'll let ya do anything for it- just please, kiss me."
>Fluttershy didn't hesitate, her lips clashing against Applejack's in a heated, searing kiss.
>Applejack's eyes drooped, her body- already relaxed- slumped even further. Boneless.
>Another eternity passed by Applejack in a blur.
>An eternity they kissed, an eternity in which Applejack was caught up in.
>Fluttershy's lips, the taste of her lip gloss and her scent; strawberries and fresh melon and lemon.
>Fluttershy separated from the nearly comatose farmer.
>She was pleased to see her reaction, her slumped, exhausted form,
>Caught up in the kiss, despite it having ended.
>Fluttershy hummed, enjoying the glazed over, boneless form of her newest prey.
>Her right hand came up, hand hooking under Applejack's chin and forcing the farmer to look at her.
>Applejack was still out of it.
>Fluttershy stood up from her position on the orchard floor.
>She let Applejack's body collapse, the rope untied from the root it was looped around.
>With a hum, and a skip, Fluttershy bounced away from the downed farmer.

The Unloyal.
>The sun rested on her shoulders.
>Bare as they were, under the mid-summer's glaring heat.
>Sweat glistened on her toned and taut skin.
>She huffed out a breath, using her right hand to wipe away the accumulated sweat on her forehead.
>Her muscles ached, and her mind was foggy under the heat.
>Leg rearing back for another kick to the soccer ball just underfoot, she let her foot fly into the black and white skin of the ball.
>It flew fast and far over the green- if a little browned- turf she was practicing on.
>She grinned cockily to herself,
>Perfect as always.
>Her right hand came up to push her long, multi-chromatic hair out of her face, exposing a pair of cerise irises.
>Cocky grin still on her face, Rainbow Dash leaned back, arms throwing themselves in the air as she stretched.
>Her taut stomach, bare due to the sports bra being her only chest covering, flexed as her back did.
>Rainbow sighed in contentment, slumping back down with a noise of satisfaction.
>A practice well done, if she said so herself.
>Her nose scrunched when the accumulated sweat clung to her skin.
>She would have to shower in the locker rooms.
>Rainbow was quick to jog back up to the school, stopping to grab her gym bag,
>She arrived at the entrance to the girl's locker room, frowning when the door didn't budge at her pulling.
>Locked, of course.
>Rainbow bit her lip.
>She lived too far to simply walk there before her curfew, and staying out alone simply wasn't an option her parents would allow her.
>She racked her brain for possibilities, rolling her head back and forth, as if to dislodge a good idea.
>Almost like a lightbulb, an idea came to her.
>Fluttershy should be home.
>Rainbow checked her phone. It was nearly seven o'clock,
>A message to her parents, telling them she was going over to Fluttershy's house to spend the night, was sent, and soon Rainbow was jogging towards her oldest friend's home.
>Fluttershy would welcome her, right?
>Fluttershy's rich blue iris poked through the thin crack of the door, finally ceasing the knocking that was levied against it.
>Rainbow Dash was stood in front of her.
>A beaming smile cut across Rainbow's face at the sight of Fluttershy's familiar eye.
>Fluttershy opened the door fully, leaning against the door frame and looking Rainbow up and down.
>Sweat still lingered on her barely-clad skin, her sports bra covering her chest in much the same amount as her spandex shorts were her bottom.
>That suited Fluttershy just fine.
"Heya Flutters."
>Rainbow was still smiling at her.
"Hello R-Rainbow Dash. W-what can I do for you?"
>Rainbow rubbed the back of her head nervously.
"Well I was about to run home, but I realized how late it was, and my parents would freak if I showed up late again."
>Fluttershy nodded, firmly aware of exactly how spirited Rainbow Dash's parents were.
"..So I was wondering if I could stay the night here?"
>Instead of replying, Fluttershy stepped into the darkened home, leaving the door open for Rainbow Dash to enter.
>She did, quickly following Fluttershy down the entrance hall into the den.
"Thanks for this Fluttershy, I really didn't want to hear the lecture tonight."
>Fluttershy hummed in reply.
>Rainbow looked around, noting the very spartan way Fluttershy lived.
>Then again, she hadn't expected much else.
>Rainbow Dash knew Fluttershy was living alone - her parents had a second home in Ponyville that allowed Fluttershy to be near the animal shelter she worked at, without having to commute from Cloudsdale.
>She snorted, imagining how her parents would react if she wanted to get away like that.
>Fluttershy stopped at the door to her bathroom, opening it and flicking the lights on.
"Please shower, Rainbow Dash, you're a little... Sweaty."
>Rainbow blushed bashfully.
"Sorry about that. Could you loan me something to wear? Everything in my gym bag is a little gross right now."
>Fluttershy nodded, gently pushing Rainbow into the bathroom
>The warm spray washed over her, drenching her multi-hued hair and baby blue skin.
>Rainbow sighed in relief.
>Warm water cascaded around her form, her muscles relaxed under the ministrations of the shower head.
>Rainbow Dash stood under the spray for almost ten minutes, simply enjoying the luxurious feeling.
>A sigh of contentment left her; a noise of pleasure escaped her lips.
>Finally she began washing herself.
>She took special care in rinsing her body, letting the grime of the day rinse off of her.
>Rainbow, entrenched deep in her cleansing ritual, started to gently hum.
>With no particular tune, Rainbow was simply humming along to an unknown beat.

>Her humming had managed to penetrate the- admittedly flimsy- walls of Fluttershy's home.
>Fluttershy's ears perked on hearing the gentle tune, breaking the concentration she applied to picking out Rainbow Dash an outfit.
>Without missing a beat, Fluttershy began to hum, much softer than Rainbow Dash, as she continued her task.
>Most of her wardrobe simply wouldn't fit-- Fluttershy was proud to say her bust was much, much larger than Rainbow's.
>Yet any clothes she had before her growth spurt most likely would be too small for the athlete.
>Fluttershy rifled through her closet, rapidly moving clothing out of the way in her pursuit.
>She halted, spying a white box at her feet she had missed.
>It was laying on a wooden shoe rack- a box filled with cubby holes.
>Fluttershy vaguely remembered where she had gotten the box.
>A gift, she recalled, from her grandparents a little under a year ago.
>She had yet to wear the boxes' contents.
>It would, Fluttershy mused, be perfect.
>Fluttershy grabbed the thin box.
>She opened it, and, confirming it was what she thought it was, she padded here way towards the bathroom.
>The humming was coming to an end, and as Fluttershy got closer she could hear the creaking a faucet and the abrupt cut off of the shower.
>Fluttershy knocked on the door, calling Rainbow's name softly
"Rainbow Dash?"
>The sound of bare feet on tile reached Fluttershy's ears, followed by the rustling of a towel.
>Rainbow opened the door with a grin, looking much cleaner than she had when she had arrived.
"Are these my clothes? Thanks, Flutters!"
>Rainbow grabbed the box from her friend's waiting fingers before shutting the door.
>Fluttershy waited, her hands now clasped behind her back, humming a soft tune.
>A beat.
>The gentle rustling of the thin paper that covered the clothes, and the clothes themselves greeted Fluttershy's ears.
>A still silence formed from the rustling garments, the clothing itself falling silent.
>Fluttershy could hear the surprised intake of air from Rainbow Dash after several moments.
>A surprised gasp sounded through the thin door.
"Uh... Fluttershy, you still out there?"
"Yes, Dashie. I'm here. Is everything alright?"
>Fluttershy could almost see the flush through the door, could imagine it vividly in her head.
"Did you... Did you check what clothing you gave me?"
>Fluttershy smirked.
"Yes I did Dashie. You're wearing the only things I could find that would fit you."
>A grunt of displeasure sounded from inside the bathroom.
>Yet the rustling of clothing confirmed that Rainbow was changing into the clothing provided for her.
>Several moments passed; minutes in which Fluttershy kept busy by rocking on her heels and humming.
>A muttered curse from Rainbow made Fluttershy's smirk widen even further.
>She couldn't imagine Rainbow Dash's distress, but she knew it would be worth it.
>For her, Fluttershy amended to herself.
>The door opened, and Rainbow Dash stepped out.
>Fluttershy was greeted by perhaps the cutest sight she had ever seen.
>The frills and curls of the knee-length dress accentuated Rainbow Dash's plain sort of beauty,
>There was a dour look on Rainbow Dash's face; defeated yet resigned.
>A white collar extended down to cover her chest as the blue, polka dotted material flowed outwards.
>Fluttershy beamed delightedly.
>Rainbow tugged on the collar, a blush tinging her cheeks.
>She looked away, refusing to meet Fluttershy's eye.
>Yet still painfully aware of the way Fluttershy was grinning at her.
>If Rainbow didn't know Fluttershy well, she would have assumed that the animal caretaker was some kind of sick pervert.
>The thought helped her attention fall away from the embarrassingly girly dress she was in.
>Fluttershy, a sexual deviant?
>She snorted at the thought.
"S-so whatdya want to do, Fluttershy? I'm not really tired..."
>Fluttershy stopped her staring, her piercing cerulean eyes locking with Rainbow's soft magenta.
"Oh. I have a few board games..."
>Rainbow winced.
>A thin smirk crept up Fluttershy's lips as she continued.
"...But I'd much rather give you a makeover, Rainbow Dash."
>The board games were starting to sound better already
"B-but, Fluttershy-"
>Rainbow Dash stopped, her flood of refusals dying in her throat.
>Fluttershy was giving her that look.
>Cute and innocent, with a touch of begging in her baby blue irises.
>As if on a cue, her eyes grew misty and her lip started to wobble.
"...Alright. Fine."
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>Rainbow Dash shuddered as the cool touch of a bristled brush swiped over her eyelid.
>After much cajoling and caterwauling Fluttershy had finally wrangled Rainbow Dash into a chair for a makeover.
>An hour later, and Rainbow still had no clue what Fluttershy was doing.
>First things first, Fluttershy had taken a single glance at her hair and decided it was a personal insult.
>A regular bird's nest, as she had called it.
>Her hair had been pulled away from her face, pulled tight into a pair of pigtails.
>Rainbow's protests were unspoken; Fluttershy's voluptuous chest had taken her attention in a firm grasp.
>Soon after Fluttershy had pulled back- and, embarrassingly, there was a small, knowing smirk on her face- before pulling a makeup kit towards them.
>Rainbow had been unable to look at herself in a mirror since Fluttershy had started, rather Fluttershy seemed to actively try to keep her from looking.
>A sense of suspense and unease welled up within Rainbow Dash, as if Fluttershy knew she would protest.
>Fluttershy, after another very obvious- though not unappreciated- view of her chest, decided to step back.
>Rainbow felt a growing sense of dread well up within her.
>That grin; Fluttershy's growing smirk.
>It seemed to mock her, and spell her doom all at once.
"Would you like to see, Rainbow?"
>Dash snatched the mirror away from Fluttershy, shuddering as she anticipated what had been done to her.
>Her jaw fell open.
>She was practically cute!
>The blush on her cheeks, and the rosy red lipstick with the barest hint of mascara and eyeshadow...
>They all served a purpose, it seemed, as even contrasting colors blended well.
"F-fluttershy..."
>Fluttershy was a bundle of emotions; proud, ecstatic, even delighted.
>Her face betrayed every one, followed by a smug look.
"I-I think you look cute, Dashie. Like a doll."
>Rainbow's cheeks, already colored by the artificial blush, were nearly glowing red.
"L-like a doll? Fluttershy!"
>Dash was speechless; unable to form even the barest of coherent sentences.
>Fluttershy's smug look turned into a thin smirk as she took a step away from Rainbow and turned away from her.
>Soon, she thought to herself, soon.
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>A breeze wafted into Fluttershy's bedroom from the opened window next to her bed.
>Caressing Rainbow Dash who was nestled onto her friend's bed.
>Fluttershy had left, citing her need to use the bathroom.
>It left Rainbow Dash with some chance for inner reflection.
>Namely her odd behavior.
>Rainbow Dash couldn't remember Fluttershy being so...
>So assertive!
>She scowled.
>Dolled up, in a frilly dress.
>Hmph.
>Rainbow stood up from the bed, a pensive look on her face.
>Should she really invade her friends privacy?
>Especially when she's been acting so... Weird?
>Rainbow shrugged off the feeling of foreboding she felt.
>Rainbow began approaching Fluttershy's closet.
>Perhaps the most cliche way to start, but a good way none the less.
>Her hand touched the painted wooden knob.
>She prepared to open it, quickly and painlessly, but she couldn't.
>Her hand was stuck.
>Rainbow could feel the slatted painted door's knob move under her fingers, but could not fully open it.
>She shuddered, a cold lance racing up her spine.
>The sense of unease and foreboding returned to her tenfold.
>Her arm jerked back all on it's own, throwing the door open.
>The slatted door clacked softly against itself as it accordion'd away from the other side.
>Rainbow squawked in surprise, just as quickly as she had slammed open the door, she shut it.
>Her heart raced, beating in her chest like it was trying to burst free from her rib cage.
>Rainbow couldn't believe it-
>Fluttershy couldn't have-
"Hello Rainbow Dash."
>Her pleasant voice filled the air right behind Rainbow, making her tense up in fear.
>Rainbow felt like sweat was shooting off her by now.
>She turned around, coming face to face with Fluttershy.
>Fluttershy stood close to her, almost nose-to-nose, her wide, innocent eyes beaming up at Rainbow Dash.
>A delightful smile curved it's way pleasantly on Fluttershy's face.
"Would you like some tea? It's a special blend of mine..."
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>Her smile felt forced.
>Like a carver had simply chiseled one onto her face.
>Her back, ramrod straight, was ever so slightly shuddering.
>It was the only- Rainbow hoped- visible sign of her discomfort.
>Fluttershy was still as content and peaceful as ever as she poured out a measured amount of tea into two cups.
>Hers, she left plain, but she added two spoonfuls of sugar to Rainbow Dash's.
"T-thank you, Fluttershy."
>Fluttershy offered her a warm smile, seemingly glossing over the nervous tremble in Dash's voice.
>Which the athlete was thankful for, if nothing else.
>The tea was warm, as Rainbow took a sip, but not too hot.
>Fragrant and tasty.
>Her teacup clinked softly against the porcelain dish.
>Rainbow set the cup and dish down, her strained smile further settling on her face uncomfortably.
>Fluttershy sidled up next to her on the couch they both were seated on, getting far to close for Rainbow Dash's comfort.
"You look so tense, Rainbow..."
>Without her noticing, which sent another shudder up her spine, Fluttershy had leaned in, her lips mere millimeters away from Rainbow's ear.
"N-no, not tense at all. Ha ha."
>Rainbow internally cringed at the nervous stutter she had adopted.
>Fluttershy's hands came to rest on Rainbow's shoulders, a smirk curling her lips.
>Her cup of tea sat on the table still, cooling and untouched.
>Fluttershy's hands started a gentle massage, an ultimately futile effort to get Rainbow Dash to relax.
>To Rainbow's ever growing dread, the massage was working.
>Her muscles grew relaxed, her mind cloudy and foggy.
>Fluttershy was whispering in her ear now, but Rainbow couldn't make out what was being said anymore.
>This massage...
>Rainbow's head lolled back and forth as she sunk into unconsciousness.
>Blackness.
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>Rainbow Dash tugged at the straps holding her wrists and ankles.
>Her struggles were fruitless, the leather belt-like straps kept her spread eagle on what felt like Fluttershy's bed.
>Rainbow had awoken there, blinded, muffled by a gag, with plugs preventing her from hearing.
>So far Fluttershy hadn't entered the room, that Rainbow could tell, as she hadn't been touched at all yet.
>Hopefully it would stay that way, as her ever-growing fear seemed to mount as the minutes (though perhaps seconds, she couldn't keep track) piled up.
>Rainbow stopped struggling for the moment and simply collapsed boneless on the bed.
>She panted softly, her resistance wore her out quickly.
>Yet, despite being bound and completely deadened to the world around her, Rainbow knew the most humiliating part of it was the fact that she was still wearing the dress Fluttershy had given her.
>The makeup Fluttershy had slathered on her face was still there, as well.
>Rainbow jumped, jolting in her prone form.
>Something soft had brushed up against the sole of her bare left foot.
>Something warm and soft and thin.
>Fluttershy, perhaps, or maybe the wind.
>She really hoped it was the latter.
>Rainbow stayed tense as she waited for Fluttershy to continue to tease her.
>A breath, a moment later and Rainbow was laying back into the soft mattress.
>It seemed it really had been the wind-
>Rainbow squealed into her gag, jerking away from the digit gently tracing her thigh, just above her knee.
>That was most definitely Fluttershy.
>Rainbow started thrashing now, shaking back and forth and trying desperately to escape.
>The leather straps held her firm, still, despite her protests.
>Rainbow continued to try and escape for several more minutes at least before finally falling still to the bed, panting and sweaty.
>As soon as she fell still, Rainbow was assaulted.
>At first the touches had been light and soft, now Fluttershy didn't seem to mind taking a rougher approach.
>Her hands were rougher now, too, the skin more calloused.
>Wider and firmer.
>Rainbow made a muffled noise of confusion, halted by the familiar soft digits of her yellow friend.
>Then who was...
>Rainbow groaned, her neck craning harshly as a pair of lips made contact with her neck.
>Feather-light kisses and dexterous, yet thin and soft fingers- most definitely not Fluttershys, yet not rough enough to be the other person's- stroking her cheek.
>Three people, then.
>Rainbow felt shame and guilt well up within her when she realized that the gentle ministrations of the lips and hands on her neck, combined with the rough gripping and fondling of her thighs was turning her on.
>A fourth pair of hands joined Rainbow Dash's torment, they felt thin and impossibly soft, yet firm and confident.
>Trailing there way from Rainbow Dash's jaw, the hands finally settled on massaging her shoulders.
>Rainbow was lifted slightly, enough for someone to slide under her and prop her up to continue the sensual massage.
>Her body had once been tense, now it relaxed and released all the pressure being built in her stressed body.
>Rainbow moaned desperately into the gag but was helpless to stop the violation of her body.
>A new person joined, now, ramping it up to five.
>Her gag was loosened, yet the other's either fondling her thighs- which had moved to her inner thighs and buttocks, much to her chagrin- massaging her shoulders, or kissing her neck were still going strong.
>This new person, who's hands felt nothing like the thin fingers of Fluttershy, had untied the knot keeping Rainbow's gag in place.
>It fell away easily, but before Rainbow could start protesting, a pair of lips covered her own.
>She resisted, trying to scream bloody murder into her kisser's mouth.
>Muffled as she assumed it would be, it had accomplished nothing besides allowing her jaw and mouth to open, which left a quick way in for her assaulter.
>The one kissing her quickly capitalized, thrusting their tongue into Rainbow's mouth.
>She was too distracted to fight back- sensations wracked her body.
>Shudders crawled up her frame and an ever-dampening womanhood burned fiercely, demanding release that looked like it would never come.
>Rainbow Dash whimpered in longing.
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>Time stretched on into a blissful euphoria.
>Rainbow Dash's sense of time was skewed, both by the deadening of her senses and the arousing touches levied upon her; groping fingers, tickles, a massage, even a few gentle bites to her inner thigh.
>Four people were touching her.
>Fluttershy's hands were not among the ones fondling her body.
>Rainbow could guess at who was lightly playing with her breasts, kissing her neck and massaging her shoulders, even leaving marks on her inner thighs.
>Yet Fluttershy remained elusive.
>Rainbow groaned as a heat welled up within her stomach, burning a path from her red cheeks to her flushed and sweaty chest, finally coalescing at her navel.
>Her body felt like a coiled spring that wanted to desperately to unwind, fall limp and spent and delirious in it's relaxation.
>Rainbow bucked against the hand that had finally finished with her thighs, and moved up to her hips.
>Rough and calloused fingers pulled at Rainbow's under garments- lacy, as much as she didn't like to admit.
>Rainbow's attempts to buck the intruder off, or even just to stop the undressing was all but futile.
>Her attacker yanked down her underwear and pulled it clean off.
>The fire in Rainbow Dash's stomach built to an almost unbearable level.
>The one who had stripped her of her under garments was now leaning forward.
>Hot breath traced the lengths of her thighs, up to the junction that connected her legs to her lower body.
>A growing sense of need, an urgent demand that called for release, clawed at Rainbow's throat.
>Desperately trying to get out, to get past her kisser's tongue and lips and teeth and start pitifully begging.
>Dash whimpered into her invader's mouth.
>The time, perhaps hours or days or seconds, finally ground to a halt.
>The wandering hands and lips, the massage and fondling, ceased almost immediately.
>Rainbow almost cried underneath her blindfold, and was nearly about to shout- for them to continue or to let her go, she wasn't quite sure.
>Groping hands and ticklish fingers left her in one fell swoop.
>Several moments passed in agonizing silence as Rainbow Dash tried to trash around on the bed.
>It did little to help her situation, and soon she was exhausted.
>The constant teasing had already left her worn out, struggling simply piled on.
>Rainbow fell to the bed, boneless and sweaty and defeated.
>Someone finally touched her, and this time Rainbow could tell that it was Fluttershy.
>Her soft hands traced Rainbow's jaw line, from her chin up to her ears.
>With a swift tug, Rainbow Dash could hear again.
>The birds chirping just outside the window assailed her ears immediately.
>Rainbow opened her mouth to protest her treatment, but a hand silenced her.
>Rather than Fluttershy's smooth and almost butter-soft hands, calloused digits formed a tight seal on her lips.
"Listen, Rainbow Dash..."
>Fluttershy's breathy voice tickled Rainbow's ear, still blinded and muted she could only nod her head a little in response.
"You're a good girl, Dash."
>The statement surprised Rainbow, but not as much as the cold feeling of steel against her skin.
>Rainbow reflexively jerked away from it.
>Fluttershy pressed the flat blade of a knife against Rainbow's neck, just under her ear.
"Be a good girl for me."
>Rainbow's attention was split by the gentle tune of Fluttershy's voice, and the freezing edge of sharpened metal at her skin.
>Fluttershy ran a hand through Rainbow's hair, with quick flicks of her wrist she was undoing the pigtails fastened from the multi-chromatic locks.
"You'll do that, won't you? Don't fight, Rainbow."
>Rainbow Dash nodded her head, wincing when the steel burned at her jawline.
>A tense hand gripped her heart, squeezing it tightly as Fluttershy started to whisper sweet nothings in her ear.
>Fluttershy finally pulled back, and a moment later the calloused hand pulled away from her lips.
"Will you... Submit to me, Dash?"
>Rainbow Dash panted softly, her jaw working to form a retort.
>Rainbow winced as the edge of the blade pressed up against her neck.
>She hesitated for another moment, before finally answering.
"Y-yes. I give up, just- just continue, already!"
>Fluttershy kissed Rainbow Dash's cheek and whispered into her ear.
"As you wish."
>Seconds transformed into hours, Dash couldn't tell anymore, caught in the influx of pleasure and teasing that radiated from every part of her body.
>Fluttershy had clicked her fingers together and the girls fell onto their dolled-up prey as if they were lions.
>Fluttershy beamed as she watched Rainbow get swallowed into the great maw of pleasure that consumed her entire being, content in knowing that she was now the boss.
>No one would stand up to her, now.
>Fluttershy's beaming grin settled into a coy smirk as she approached the bed.
>They wouldn't leave her out of the fun, if she could help it.