Salt pt. 3

>Several months after Fluttershy raped you, your life has more or less

returned to normal.

>Only you don't hang out with Yellow Quiet anymore, you've managed to put the incident behind you, but you'll never forgive her for it.

>Now you just leave salt for her at her house on the way to work in the morning. If only to prevent her from raping you once more.

>You rarely, if ever see her, which suits you just fine.

>You still work with Applejack, hang out with Rarity and Pinkie, have drinks with Rainbow.

>You also spend more time with Twilight.

>She's still not putting out, and your dick is getting impatient.

>It's been conspiring with brain to get you to tell her it's for Science.

>Clever Dick.

>But no, you aren't that type of guy, you're a good guy.

>You've been in Equestria for a year today, and you're hoping that nobody makes a big deal about it.

>Everyone knows and accepts you by now, they don't think your strange anymore.

>Except for Lyra, she stares at your hands obsessivly.

>Your jimmies have informed you that they are rustled by her, and you make a note of never going with her out to that log cabin she told you about once.

>But your thoughts have digressed.

>You are walking over to Sugarcube Corner for breakfast, because the only cereal you have left is Harmony Crunch, it's got little marshmellow mane 6 in it.

>Kind of disturbing.

>Walking into Pinkie's lair, panic strikes you as you see a familliar yellow coat and pink mane.

>Memories of a few months ago flood your mind and you can't move.

>Pinkie Pie notices you and uses her reality altering powers to somehow get to you and hug you at a speed making KENYANS look like still frame photos.

>OHMYGOSHANONYOUVEBEENHEREFORAYEARTODAYWEHAVETOTHROWASUPERHUMONGOUSPARTYTOCELEBRATE-"

>She doesn't notuce your panic attack as she squeezes every ounce of air from your body.

>Fluttershy turns around to look and you an-

>Wait a minute,

>That's Butterscotch.

>The effeminate stallion nods in greeting before walking out with his box of cupcakes.

>Your panic subsides and you manage to hug Pinkie back.

>You then pry her off you with a crowbar.

>"-ANDTHENWECANPLAYPINTHETAILONTHEPONYANAFTERTHATWECAN-"

>She's still talking.

>She hasn't taken a breath since you walked in.

>How the fuck does she do that?

>You cover her mouth with your hand to silence her, she just giggles and keeps talking in a muffled voice.

I appreciate you wanting to throw a party Pinkie, but I don't want you guys making a big deal over me anymore... Besides, I was hoping for some pancakes before wor-urk!

>You are silenced as the pink party pony stuffs a stack of 12 pancakes directly down your throat into your stomach.

>You don't manage to taste them, but you assume they were delicious.

>You thank Pinkie and do a barrel roll outta there before she can do something else scary to you.

>Seeing Butterscotch has reminded you of Fluttershy, and more specifically of the fact that she hasn't been seen around Ponyville by you or your friends in several weeks.

>Everyone who's gone too see her has said she looks fine and were told that she's just busy taking care of some animals who have caught a really contagious disease.

>You honestly don't care, as long as she stays out of your life.

>But brain decides to start niggling you about something.

<You know Anon, you never did make her promise that she wouldn't rape you again, maybe she's been plotting on how to get you without you being able to escape.

>She wouldn't do that, would she?

<She probably would, you should go force her to promise before it happens again.

>Well, you are my brain, and that's only logical, so I guess I should do that after work

>It's after work.

>You've made your way to Fluttershy's cottage, despite all your misgivings.

>Before you can knock on the door, you hear some noise, like something in pain.

>Shit, maybe Fluttershy is in trouble.

>She may have given you an involuntary blowjob, but you still can't let her die.

<Hang on man! Maybe you're overreacting a little here...

>NO! You won't let her die and leave you feeling guilty about hating her.

>You kick down the door and see something you never would have expected to see here in Equestria.

>Little grains of salt everywhere, the house is dirty, looks like no one has cleaned in days.

>On the table next to the couch is a mirror with a line of salt cut on it.

>And on the couch itself...

>Fluttershy, looking strung out worse than a crack junkie on a ten day bender.

>The noises are coming from her, and you realize she's moaning.

>She's moaning because she's friggin' herself to a picture of you.

>"Oh Anon I know you love me, why would you give me so much salt otherwise? Twilight must be forcing you to stay with her so that's why we can't be together but I can wait and OOOHHH!!~"

>Her insane rambling is cut off by her maregasm, and she sprays her juices all over the couch before falling asleep mumbling about you.

>You Falcon Nope outta there, and walk back home, thinking furiously.

>What the fuck? She's acting like salt is fucking cocaine, and you're pretty sure it's just fucking salt.

>You HAVE been using it to cook, after all.

>You weren't lying to Twilight when you said that.

>Aside from looking like a crack whore, she seems latched on to the delusion that you're in love with her, and Purplesmart is keeping you two from being together.

>You make a mental note to correct her, and set everything straight, because you don't want any problems.

>You're actually happy with your life now, even though you'll probably never see another human.

>Earth kinda sucked.

>Your ex girlfriend on the other hand, never sucked, something you resented.

>You arrive home, still lost in thought, and make yourself something to eat before settling down to read some Game of Pones.

>Despite the fact that there were no horses in the books, (Other than ponies.) they were remarkably similar to the earth version of the same series.

>But there were horse puns.

>So many puns.

>You fall asleep reading, intending to set everything straight between you and Fluttershy tomorrow morning.