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Of Chaos and Ponies PT3

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>Tick.
>Tock.
>Tick.
>Tock.
>Tick.
>Tock.
>Tick.
>Tock.
>You lie awake in bed, staring off into space with bloodshot eyes.
>Eris lightly snores in your ear as she holds your shivering form like a teddy bear.
>You weren't raped.
>Thank god.
>You were however molested.
>You can still feel her talons squeezing on your junk as she came closer to release.
>Don’t think about it.
>Just no.
>...
>Why are you acting like such a little bitch right now?
>You are a man!
>Daring to look back at your captor, you catch a glimpse of her face in the moonlight.
>You start to shiver harder and turn away quickly.
>Eris is a fucking god.
>You are nothing to her let alone a bitch.
>Actually, that is the perfect descriptor of you at this moment.
>You are her bitch.
>She used you to off herself and nothing else.
>Eris could have raped you but she didn’t.
>But the fact still remains and it makes you feel even worse about yourself.
>At any given moment should she feel like it, she could use you over and over without a second thought.
>And there was absolutely nothing you could do to stop her.
>A sob hitched in the back of your throat but you suppress it.
>You aren’t a fucking child.
>You aren’t some over emotional prick either.
>You shouldn’t be crying.
>But you, a bitch, belong to Eris.
>And apparently Eris’s bitch does.
>You end up crying silently for an untold amount of time before you drift into dreamless sleep.
---
>You slowly fade back into consciousness but don’t move a muscle.
>The sun is up judging by the warmth on your skin and blankets.
>You don’t want to do anything but lie here.
>You don’t feel the chimera behind you which your bed feel like a safe zone, if even for a moment.
>Then you hear familiar light tapping on your door.
>Knockknockknock.
>You don’t move.
>Knockknockknockknock.
>Knockknockknockknocknockknock!
>You sigh.
>As much as you would like to lie here, you should really probably get that.
>Every time you ignore her in the mornings she immediately assumes you are in some sort of peril that give her the right to enter your house.
>And the last thing you want is another rapist in your home.
>So begrudgingly, you get up to your feet and throw on a bathrobe.
>You trudge through the hallway.
>Down the stairs.
>Past the wreckage in your living room.
>Or what’s left of it anyways.
>There’s no sign of chaosbutt.
>The knocking has since intensified to pounding and makes you cringe on the inside.
>Not today.
>Alas, you have to do it though or it’ll be worse.
>So, you open the door.
>There, stands Fluttershy in all her glory.
>No ridiculous costumes so it can’t be to bad.
>She wears a pair of goggles over her eyes, though.
>You glance at the pony sized box behind her.
>Maybe you’ve spoken too soon.
>The mare pulls out a remote control with a comically large red button in its center upon hearing the door open.
>She turns her back to you and fiddles with it for a moment before speaking.
>”Mff, mfff fh mfh ffshm mf rmffh?” Flutter Mutter asked through a mouth full of controler.
>Suddenly the box vibrates and an electronic whine is audible to you.
>Well fuck, she’s powered up something.
>This’ll be awful.
>A compact jet of flame shoots out of the cardboard and starts cutting through it.
>While this is going on, the box itself has caught fire.
>When the semicircle is complete, the flame stops and the burning piece of cardboard falls to the ground.
>The plastic packaging stuff releases black smoke, obscuring the inside of the box.
>Two red dots were clearly visible through the dark plumes.
>Out of the flames steps a mechanical pony.
> Panels on its back were open revealing a mechanical arm with a blowtorch nozzle attached at the end.
>There are other arms with what appears to be some sort of weapon attached to each.
>Pic-related because fuck you.
>Overpowered as fuck.
>The robo-p0ne stops at the base of your steps and sits down as the arms retract into its back.
>The panels slowly close with a mechanical whir before it cocks its head sideways and looks at you.
>Flutter Stuffed Potatoes spits out the the controler and turns to you.
>”So, are r-robots yo- Anon, oh my goodness! You look terrible!”
>The pegasus flies over to “assist” but you hold out an arm which she flies directly into and falls to her ass.
>It almost made you smile.
>Almost.
>”Anonymous, what happened to you?” the yellow pervert asks worriedly.
>Funny how she can actually speak without stuttering on the tip of a dime.
“None of your business. Just had a rough night”
>You involuntarily shudder.
>Then blink.
“Robots are not my fetish.”
>She looks heart broken.
>”A-are you sure? Y-you always t-t-talk about all the technology your people m-make.”
>You squeeze the bridge of your nose in an attempt to stave off the coming headache.
“Fluttershy?”
>”Yes?”
“Go home.”
>”Oh, ok-k...”
>Flut Lump turns around and walks away leaving you standing in your doorway while a robot sits on your steps and a box fire raging in your yard.
>You head back inside.
>Something scratches at the door, gaining your attention.
>You open it to find the robot sitting on it rump with its ears folded back.
>You stare at it.
>...
>It whines at you like a dog would.
>...
“Fuck it, get in here.”
>It wags is robo-p0ne tail and trots inside.
>Turning around, the ruin that is your home greets you.
>Goddamnit.
>This’ll be a bitch to fix.
>!
>You look down to see the robot equine nuzzling your leg like a cat.
>With your right hand, you reach down and scratch behind its ear.
>You discover two things.
>The hair is made of copper wiring.
>Damn good wig because it looks like a pony mane to you.
>And you catch a glimpse of a winking metal vagina.
>...
>You can’t have nice things.
>Grass crinkles below your shoes.
Upon moving them, you see a picture of Eris hanging over your shoulder while you freakout in the bathroom.
>Fucking hell.
>Be Anonymous, roommate of Eris.
>Owner of vagina equipped dog-robop0ne
>These are your stories.

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>Tick.
>Tock.
>Tick.
>Tock.
>Tick.
>Tock.
>Tick.
>Tock.
>You lie awake in bed, staring off into space with bloodshot eyes.
>Eris lightly snores in your ear as she holds your shivering form like a teddy bear.
>You weren't raped.
>Thank god.
>You were however molested.
>You can still feel her talons squeezing on your junk as she came closer to release.
>Don’t think about it.
>Just no.
>...
>Why are you acting like such a little bitch right now?
>You are a man!
>Daring to look back at your captor, you catch a glimpse of her face in the moonlight.
>You start to shiver harder and turn away quickly.
>Eris is a fucking god.
>You are nothing to her let alone a bitch.
>Actually, that is the perfect descriptor of you at this moment.
>You are her bitch.
>She used you to off herself and nothing else.
>Eris could have raped you but she didn’t.
>But the fact still remains and it makes you feel even worse about yourself.
>At any given moment should she feel like it, she could use you over and over without a second thought.
>And there was absolutely nothing you could do to stop her.
>A sob hitched in the back of your throat but you suppress it.
>You aren’t a fucking child.
>You aren’t some over emotional prick either.
>You shouldn’t be crying.
>But you, a bitch, belong to Eris.
>And apparently Eris’s bitch does.
>You end up crying silently for an untold amount of time before you drift into dreamless sleep.

---

>You slowly fade back into consciousness but don’t move a muscle.
>The sun is up judging by the warmth on your skin and blankets.
>You don’t want to do anything but lie here.
>You don’t feel the chimera behind you which your bed feel like a safe zone, if even for a moment.
>Then you hear familiar light tapping on your door.
>Knockknockknock.
>You don’t move.
>Knockknockknockknock.
>Knockknockknockknocknockknock!

>You sigh.
>As much as you would like to lie here, you should really probably get that.
>Every time you ignore her in the mornings she immediately assumes you are in some sort of peril that give her the right to enter your house.
>And the last thing you want is another rapist in your home.
>So begrudgingly, you get up to your feet and throw on a bathrobe.
>You trudge through the hallway.
>Down the stairs.
>Past the wreckage in your living room.
>Or what’s left of it anyways.
>There’s no sign of chaosbutt.
>The knocking has since intensified to pounding and makes you cringe on the inside.
>Not today.
>Alas, you have to do it though or it’ll be worse.
>So, you open the door.
>There, stands Fluttershy in all her glory.
>No ridiculous costumes so it can’t be to bad.
>She wears a pair of goggles over her eyes, though.
>You glance at the pony sized box behind her.
>Maybe you’ve spoken too soon.
>The mare pulls out a remote control with a comically large red button in its center upon hearing the door open.
>She turns her back to you and fiddles with it for a moment before speaking.
>”Mff, mfff fh mfh ffshm mf rmffh?” Flutter Mutter asked through a mouth full of controler.
>Suddenly the box vibrates and an electronic whine is audible to you.
>Well fuck, she’s powered up something.
>This’ll be awful.
>A compact jet of flame shoots out of the cardboard and starts cutting through it.
>While this is going on, the box itself has caught fire.
>When the semicircle is complete, the flame stops and the burning piece of cardboard falls to the ground.
>The plastic packaging stuff releases black smoke, obscuring the inside of the box.
>Two red dots were clearly visible through the dark plumes.


>Out of the flames steps a mechanical pony.
> Panels on its back were open revealing a mechanical arm with a blowtorch nozzle attached at the end.
>There are other arms with what appears to be some sort of weapon attached to each.
>Pic-related because fuck you.
>Overpowered as fuck.
>The robo-p0ne stops at the base of your steps and sits down as the arms retract into its back.
>The panels slowly close with a mechanical whir before it cocks its head sideways and looks at you.
>Flutter Stuffed Potatoes spits out the the controler and turns to you.
>”So, are r-robots yo- Anon, oh my goodness! You look terrible!”
>The pegasus flies over to “assist” but you hold out an arm which she flies directly into and falls to her ass.
>It almost made you smile.
>Almost.
>”Anonymous, what happened to you?” the yellow pervert asks worriedly.
>Funny how she can actually speak without stuttering on the tip of a dime.
“None of your business. Just had a rough night”
>You involuntarily shudder.
>Then blink.
“Robots are not my fetish.”
>She looks heart broken.
>”A-are you sure? Y-you always t-t-talk about all the technology your people m-make.”
>You squeeze the bridge of your nose in an attempt to stave off the coming headache.
“Fluttershy?”
>”Yes?”
“Go home.”
>”Oh, ok-k...”
>Flut Lump turns around and walks away leaving you standing in your doorway while a robot sits on your steps and a box fire raging in your yard.
>You head back inside.
>Something scratches at the door, gaining your attention.
>You open it to find the robot sitting on it rump with its ears folded back.
>You stare at it.
>...
>It whines at you like a dog would.
>...
“Fuck it, get in here.”
>It wags is robo-p0ne tail and trots inside.
>Turning around, the ruin that is your home greets you.
>Goddamnit.
>This’ll be a bitch to fix.
>!
>You look down to see the robot equine nuzzling your leg like a cat.

>With your right hand, you reach down and scratch behind its ear.
>You discover two things.
>The hair is made of copper wiring.
>Damn good wig because it looks like a pony mane to you.
>And you catch a glimpse of a winking metal vagina.
>...
>You can’t have nice things.
>Grass crinkles below your shoes.
Upon moving them, you see a picture of Eris hanging over your shoulder while you freakout in the bathroom.
>Fucking hell.
>Be Anonymous, roommate of Eris.
>Owner of vagina equipped dog-robop0ne
>These are your stories.

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