A Helping Hand P9

>A fuzzy pair of lips attacks for massive damage.
>They pull away, after a moment, your entire body still stunned.
>Fluttershy flitters back to the floor, your mouth still slightly agape.
>”So surprised to see me, Anon? You ran away from the massage the other day. You had me so worried…”
>Her smile looks innocent, but her words come out with a twisted sense of satisfaction.
>”I knew I’d find you here, after all. I’m ready for another massage.”
>She lowers her eyes and licks her lip seductively.
>You can feel your eye twitch slightly.
>Not her. Not now.
>You struggle to maintain your composure, and spit away her kiss. She doesn’t react.
>”Welcome back, Fluttershy. How can I help you today…” You say through gritted teeth.
>”Oh silly, you know what I want. I’d like to spend some time in the Snuggleroom with you…if that’s okay.”
>IT IS NOT OKAY
>SHIT THIS IS MY JOB
>CONFLICTING EMOTIONNNSSS
>You pause.
>”I will have to go ask one of the sisters for help with this. I’m not entirely sure how to set this appointment up.
>You put on your best customer service face and turn, walking away to go find Lotus or Aloe.
>You hear them talking upstairs, and head up the tiny steps, trying your damndest to not bump your head.
>You breach the second floor and happen upon the upstairs.
“Aloe? Lotus?”
>There seems to be a giant bed up here. Oh this must be where they live too, you wonder.
>There also seems to be two mares on the bed engaging in oral sex.
 >Oh okay.
>Yet again, you’re frozen in place. Lotus quickly pulls up out of her sister’s crotch, juices still smeared about her chin.
BONER ACHIEVED. LET’S DRIVE IT HOME GUYS.
>You turn 360 degrees and moonwalk down the stairs.
>Silently, your brain full of fuck, you head back to the counter, Fluttershy still waiting for you.
”They say to come back later.” You manage flatly.
>”Oh I don’t need their permission. I’m VIP. I already know EXACTLY what to do.” She flashes a little VIP badge. Where the hell did she pull that from?
>She walks by you with a smile, her wing brushing against you, pushing you forward slightly.
>”Come on, Anon. I even paid in advance.”
>YOU KNOW SHE’S LYING. SHE HAS TO BE.
>She disappears into the main room behind you.
>Suddenly, you get an idea. A foolish idea, that will probably end badly…but you didn’t have much of a choice right now.
>…the sisters were busy and you had a job to do.
>WHY DON’T YOU JUST WALK OUT DAMNIT
>Because Rarity, that’s why. She was so happy when you got a job…
>You sigh.
>You were going to talk to Fluttershy about the other day, and see if she would see reason. If she didn’t, then at the very least you could try and avoid being raped instead of giving in like last time.
>With a sigh you walk back towards the blue door in the back behind the hot tub.
>There’s a little timer on the wall. You’re going to assume she wants an hour. You don’t care actually.
>You walk into the dimly lit room, and the door locks behind you.
>Fluttershy is splayed out on some pillows in the middle of the room, smoke from the incense burner wafting through the room. She makes no effort to hide her marehood from you. It makes you cringe.
>It’s a good thing that she chose lavender, for the incense. The scent reminds you of that time with Rarity that threw your world into whack, and helps you focus slightly.
>Your boner remembers as well, still rearing from the mental image of the spa sisters.
>NOT THE TIME
>Anyway…she would flip your shit at what’s happening right now.
>You walk into the room and take a seat next to the yellow pony, slumping into the comfy pillows.
>You take the initiative and steel yourself. This was not going to be easy, but it needed to be done.
“Fluttershy…before we do anything, I want to talk about the other day.”
>She looks at you, her face not even giving you an inch.
“I…what you did…was not okay. I don’t like you. Well…I don’t like you like that. I mean…”
>You fumble your words, and she smiles.
>”Oh you don’t have to be embarrassed, Anon. I could tell you were enjoying it.”
>She rubs her head up against you.
“Fluttershy…no…I…”
>You begin to lose your cool. You’re not sure how to explain away an erection.
>Gotta think fast.
“No…Fluttershy I’m with…Rarity.”
>”For now.” She says without missing a beat, nuzzling her head into your lap with a smile.
>Your skin crawls at her confidence, and you shuffle backwards with shock.
>”Oh you’ll be mine, Anon. I saw you with Rainbow Dash yesterday. Was she a good kisser?”
>Her eerie smile drives your already addled mind to the breaking point, but there are no tears now. Only rage.
>You clench your fists and stand, but her baby blues never waver from you.
“Fluttershy,” you speak through gritted teeth, your voice laced with venom. “I swear to god, I will never love you. I will hate you for the rest of your days if you even THINK about trying to ruin what me and Rarity have. I swear that of you.”
>Your body trembles, and you take a menacing step toward her.
>She shrinks, fear in her eyes finally.
>You may have overdone it, but enough was enough. She threatened to ruin the one thing that you had in this world, not to mention she tried to blackmail you again, this time with Rainbow.
>You’re at a loss though. You still have a whole hour and unfortunately, you’re not too sure how to open the door. You don’t have any magic and for some reason you’ve never actually asked how they worked.
>You don’t care. You walk to the door and pound on it with your fists, crying a roar of frustration.
>You were upset.
>You pant, force obviously wouldn’t work.
>Turning to her, you see her sulking into the pillows with tears in her eyes. Her ears droop, and you can hear her beginning to sob.
>Goddamnit, Fluttershy.
>Not sure what to do, you walk back over to her and take a seat next to her head.
>You sit there a moment and sigh.
>You reach a hand out and place it on her head. She jumps in shock at the touch, looking up at you with tears flowing freely.
>You try and manage an apologetic smile, your brief spat of rage subsiding.
>Of course you were still angry, but you knew anger never solved a damn thing.
>You pull her head into your lap, and she looks at you surprised.
>You gently scratch behind her ears and lay back.
“Fluttershy…” you begin, breaking the silence. “I love Rarity. Please…don’t make this hard on me.”
>You idly pet her mane now, finally calming down. Deep down you’re hoping you’re not making things worse, but it’s hard to tell with this pony.
>”Anon…I love you too…and…and…” She begins to sob into your lap once more. “…I thought that…if you had sex with me…you’d…you’d love me too.”
>Oh shit what really.
>You rise and look down at her, puzzled yet again.
“You blackmailed me, Fluttershy. You threatened our relationship then, and you’re doing it now. That’s not how you show someone you love them.”
>That’s a minor lie. You really don’t know what you’re talking about but it sounds right.
>”M…maybe…maybe I can fix it?” She looks up at you, pleading.
“…let’s just be friends okay?”
>She sobs again, and you try to console her. You’re not very good at this.
>Moments pass as you and Fluttershy sit in silence, and eventually she falls asleep in your lap.
>The silence in the room gives you a little time to think. For once, in a long time, you stood up for yourself.
>Today could have gone so much worse, but you managed to avoid Fluttershy. Hell, you even managed to tell her off.
And we didn’t get raped!
>And we didn’t get raped. Good job guys.
>You relax in the pillows, the incense helping to calm your nerves. This has been a rough week.
>At least you get to go home to Rarity.
>You’re going to tell her what happened with Fluttershy.
After you have some fun.
>No, boner, you will have to wait. We have emotions now.
Pussy.
>Exactly.
Exactly.
>Oh shit you’re right boner.
>Much to your surprise, the door opens. Had it really been an hour already?
>You nudge Fluttershy awake. She looks up at you with eyes full of sadness, but you try and force a smile.
>”Times up, little one.” You try and sound optimistic, but you can tell she’s hurt.
>She blackmailed you into rape, and then threatened to break you and Rarity up.
>Yeah well, the injection of >feels from those fics back on Earth has kind of mellowed you out.
>She doesn’t say a word as you lead her out. Your eyes drift to the stairs as you pass them.
>You really have no reaction for that.
>You finally lead her out of the door. Fluttershy stops right before crossing.
>”I’ll make you mine, Anon. One way or another.”
>With that she leaves, a small bounce in her step that gives you eerie goosebumps.
>What in the world is wrong with that pony?
>The rest of the shift passes. You actually see no customers, and neither Aloe nor Lotus show their faces.
>You amuse yourself with the mental image of the sisters going at each other.
>Incest is always best, apparently.
>The sun begins to fall, and you turn in your paper hat.
>You had a plan for the night, and it was going to be awesome.
>You race home, pushing open the door.
>You are immediately attacked by the smell of food cooking.
>You walk into the kitchen and see Rarity and Sweetie Belle busy at the stove.
>”Hey girls! What’s for dinner?”
>Sweetie Belle runs up to you and hugs your legs again.
>”STEWWWW” She exclaims.
>She must really like stew.
>Rarity however, continues to simply slice up vegetables with her magic. Ignoring you.
>Again.
>That was definitely going to be brought up.
”Hey Rarity, I’m going to go wash up, do you need any help?” You offer with a smile.
>”No thank you, darling, I believe me and Sweetie Belle have it covered.” She says flatly, not even turning toward you.
>Okay, yeah this shit is unacceptable. But you knew better than to talk about it now.
>With a last backward glance you look back at her, hard at work making dinner for the three of you.
>Generosity.
>You finish washing up and head downstairs. Sweetie is attempting to set bowls on the table, and you rush to give her a hand.
>The three of you sit down to dinner. Rarity is sketching something in a pad while she eats. Sweetie Belle is excitedly spooning spoonfuls of stew into her mouth like a raging demon.
>You turn to her. She’d be more likely to talk, probably.
>”So…how was your day, Sweetie Belle?”
>”You’ll never believe it but I got there even before Applebloom and Scootaloo did,” she says through mouthfuls of stew. “And that never happens!”
>She remembers to swallow, and Rarity glares at her for chewing with her mouth open. You laugh.
“Did you get a gold star?”
>She nods excitedly, and asks Rarity for some more stew.
>You finish your bowl. It wasn’t as hearty as the stews back home, but it had plenty of carrots, potatoes, peas, and other veggies to make up for it.
>Turns out Rarity wasn’t that bad of cook. That was definitely something desirable in a wife.
>Wait, what.
>You ignore that thought and shake your head. Sweetie Belle goes to clean up her mess, but you take over, knowing full well that shattered plates are in your future if you don’t.
>You decide to finish up the rest of the dishes as well; you and Rarity not saying even a word in passing.
>She takes her sketchpad and walks into her inspiration room…but doesn’t close the door.
>Odd.
>Whelp…this is as good as time as any, you suppose.
>Finishing dishes, you head upstairs and grab the gift bag, making sure to hide it behind your back.
>You walk back downstairs, heart pounding, and round the curve toward Rarity’s room.
>”Anon, is…is that what I think it is?”
>Oh shit Sweetie Belle.
“Yes. Yes it is.”
>You don’t turn around.
>”Well don’t keep her waiting Anon!” You can hear her voice crack slightly, but think nothing of it.
>You swallow hard, and push open her door.
>Wait a second she’s not here?
>You walk to the middle of the room, bag still at your back.
“…Rarity?”
>Suddenly you feel that familiar icy sting…this time around your throat. The bag falls to the ground, tinkling with the sound of broken porcelain.
>You’re lifted in the air, your mind swirling with pain, fear, panic…you kick your legs and reach for the icy grip, but of course to no avail.
>She steps out from behind you.
>”Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” She speaks in monotone, like before.
>The burning continues, tightening slightly. She’s not trying to stop you from breathing, but this pain is getting intense.
>She rounds you and looks you in the eye.
>”Fluttershy’s hair was all over you when you came up. Of course you had to wash up.” She laughs almost maniacally.
>You struggle to say something, but she silences you with her magic, your lips burning like you kissed an ice block. Your arms fall to your sides, defeated. Fucking magic.
>”What kind of pony do you take me for, Anon? I mean, honestly?” She paces in front of you, flipping her hair.
>”They all say they love me. Of course they do. I give them everything they want. Who wouldn’t?” She doesn’t look at you as she says this, and you see a glimmer in her eyes.
>”And…to…to think I trusted you…I let you LIVE IN MY HOUSE!” The grip tightens, and she shoves you against a wall violently. Blood trickles out your nose, agony wracking your body.
>”…and you’re not even a pony. No…you’re an alien. You don’t even belong here. You had no one…you were lost…and of course…of course I JUST HAD TO TAKE YOU IN…” She looks straight at you now, her eyes filled to the brim with tears. Her voice is agonized.
>And as much as this hurts…and as confused as you are…you just want to hold her.
>You struggle against the wall to no avail, the icy bond on your neck holding strong. You try and move your cracked lips but nothing happens…not even a mumble comes out.
>”Anon I loved you! You’re not even a bloody pony and I loved you…” She slumps to the ground.
>”You stupid…stupid…” she trails off, loud sobbing replacing her noble voice.
>Her magic fades as well, and you fall to the ground, catching your breath, hard.
>Your whole body aches. Your mind is burning with emotion and even though you can speak, you don’t have any words to say.
>You lie there for a moment, face down.
>”…why don’t you just go…just…go…like the rest of them…” she sobs, her pained voice driving needles into your heart.
>Slowly, you rise, wiping the blood from your nose. There’s a heavy knot on the back of your head, but you don’t acknowledge pain right now.
>You walk over to the crumpled purple bag, and pull out the shattered mug, retrieving the piece with the ‘R’ on it, still intact.
>You walk over to her, and get down on your knees in front of her. You wait for her to acknowledge you.
>”Just…go…” she whispers, sobbing heavily into her hooves.
>You set the little shard on her hooves, pointing the ‘R’ toward her, a little fragment of a purple flower still attached.
>She raises her head, her beautiful face marred with anguish. She takes a long glance at the shard before she looks to you, her face wide eyed in grief and confusion.
“It was for you.” You manage, your throat dry and raspy.
>The tears begin anew, her eyes wide in surprise.
>”I…but…Flutter…” she studders, her voice cracking.
>You lean in and kiss her softly on the lips, pulling back slowly.
”No one but you, darling.”