Anon's Corruption: Part 10 - Honesty 2 (Clop)

>You’re distracted as you make your way back home after a long, hard day’s work.

>You and Applejack managed to clear half the eastern orchard together.

>More evidence that you two go so well together.

>After hauling all those apples into the cellar you stuck around for dinner with the Apples.

>Apple Bloom came back and told stories about her day, and how she, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were still questing for their cutie marks.

>It’s endearing to hear her tales full of hope. She reminds you that one day you’d like to have kids...

>Not that there’s much chance of that happening here, but that’s why you dote on her so much.

>Big Mac was stoic as usual, not saying much and nodding at the right times.

>Granny Smith went on one of her usual rants, detailing how she found out about zap apples and their cultivation.

>Apparently she was trying to teach you something with that rambling, nonsensical tale.

>She’s still got it in her head that you may work on this farm properly one day.

>Not that you’d mind being with Applejack, but you can’t think about that right now.

>No, your most pressing concern is Fluttershy and leaving her.

>It’s for your own sanity. For weeks now you’ve had to put up with her lecherous advances.

>You don’t know how much more you can take.

>Every touch makes you relive that night in your mind.

>It’s enough to make you want to break down in tears every time.

>Sometimes you just want to punch her. To make her feel your pain and anguish.

>But you’re not that kind of person.

>You just want to make her understand. To make her see what she’s done.

>To learn that it’s unacceptable, and that you can’t live with her anymore.

>You drag your heels all the way back to her cottage.

>You pause as you reach the door.

>Your hand recoils from the handle as you mentally debate with yourself.

>You don’t want to do this.

>You don’t want to face her.

>But you have to.

>Honesty.

>That’s what she said.

>And you trust her.

>So you’ll do it for her.

>And then you can be together.

>You sigh deeply, and mentally steel yourself for the oncoming assault.

>You open the door finally, and are greeted with your monster.

>She’s humming a sweet tune as she floats over the stove in the corner, making some kind of stew it seems.

>The homely scent fills your nostrils, and tickles your taste buds pleasantly.

>She has some of her animal friends helping her. They bring her vegetables which she peels and chops into the pot.

>The yellow angel, no, demon, turns around as she hears you close the door, her gigantic teal eyes creasing into a smile as she is evidently pleased to see you.

>She drops her current vegetable and flies over to you, tackling you in a hug.

>You cringe internally as she hugs you tightly, but outwardly reciprocate the hug.

>She dots kisses on your cheeks. Each one makes your stomach churn as your mind races back to that night...

>”I’m so glad you’re back! You’ve been gone for so long, I was getting worried about you! Welcome back, darling!” She gushes.

“Heh, it’s nothing, Fluttershy, I-“

>”Well since you were gone so long, Angel got a great idea for dinner! I thought I’d get it started and it’d be done by the time you got back. I hope you’re hungry for stew!”

“Actually, Fluttershy, I ate at the farm...”

>Her face falls for a minute, then springs back to her cheery state. Her mood is lifted simply by your presence.

>”W-well no matter. I’m sure the animals would like some. I missed you, you know!”

“Oh, really...?”

>”Of course, Anon! Don’t you miss me when you’re out at work?”

>Her pleading eyes search yours for signs of sincerity.

>You no longer have any to give.

“Of course I do.”

>Your mouth lies, but your face tells the truth.

>It is plain that you conveyed no emotion in that last sentence.

>Fluttershy releases the hug, holding you at hooves’ length.

>Confusion paints a heartwrenching portrait on her face.

>”W-what’s wrong, Anon?”

>You’ve steeled yourself for this moment. You can’t back down now.

“Fluttershy, we need to talk.”

>She drops to the ground, fear retracting her wings and gluing them to her sides.

>She backs off and hides behind her mane from your withering stare.

>The sight almost makes you feel sorry for what you’re about to do. Almost.

>”What’s the m-m-matter? Are you upset?”

“Upset? UPSET? Yes. Yes, Fluttershy. I am upset. I can’t do this anymore.”

>She squeaks and lowers herself to the ground as you shout at her.

>She has never seen you this worked up before.

>”I’m sorry! I don’t know what’s wrong!”

“Of course not. But I’ll tell you.”

>You give a deep sigh and sit on the floor next to her. You speak calmly. You are not an angry man by any stretch of the imagination.

“Fluttershy, you raped me. Back at the party, I said no. I wasn’t sure back then. I didn’t think men could get raped. But you did. You somehow paralyzed my body and raped me. Applejack says it was “the stare.””

>Terror fills her eyes as she absorbs your words.

>You can see the cogs in her head turning, trying to best remember the acts of that night.

>She knows you’re right, and even if you weren’t she wouldn’t argue.

>”Oh Anon... I’m so sorry! I... I had no idea! I didn’t mean to...”

“You didn’t mean to rape me? How do you ACCIDENTALLY rape someone?”

>She squeaks and shies away even more. Tears well up in her eyes.

>”I’m so sorry Anon... I thought y-you w-were *sniff* ready...”

>She starts sobbing. Huge, fat tears roll down her face.

“I wasn’t. I said I wasn’t.”

>”B-b-but...”

“But what, Fluttershy? You can’t take something like this back.”

>She cries even harder, hiccupping as she lets out deep sobs.

>”I... love...”

“I don’t love you, Fluttershy. You never even gave me a chance to. I love Applejack.”

>She looks up at your scowling face with betrayal in her eyes.

>Her entire world is crashing down around her.

>Her love turned out to be a lie, and she hurt him so deeply.

>And all this time she had no idea.

>Now she’s lost him to another mare.

>The look she has on her face tugs on your heartstrings.

>You wish it didn’t have to be this way. You wish you didn’t have to break her heart.

>But it’s the only way, isn’t it? For your own sanity at least...

>Honesty is the best policy, isn’t it?

>You’ve been living a lie in misery for all this time. Surely this has to be better?

>Fluttershy sees no compassion in your face.

>You’ve practiced it many times on your way to this confrontation.

>She looks down at the floor where her tears have soaked into the floorboards.

>She looks the picture of misery right now.

>You’ve traded your own misery for her happiness.

>And then something strange happens.

>She looks up at you.

#KRRRSH

>Her face has changed dramatically.

#WARN...

>She stares up at you with determination.

#ERR..

>Your head pounds, and all you can do is focus on her stare.

>It’s happening again!

#SIM... INSTA...

>You feel yourself sucked into those eyes. Those unyielding eyes that command you.

>The world around you shifts and distorts, and all you can see is her.

>”I... I won’t lose you! I can’t lose you!”

>She stands up and takes a step towards you.

>You command your body to run, to not have to experience the helplessness again. To not be powerless!

>”I’ll show you how much I love you.”

#SUB... FAIL...

What the hay...?

Fluttershy?

>You look down at your body, as it disappears in a flash of light.

>In its place is your usual orange coat. Your hooves have returned.

>It’s good to be in your own body again. But you still can’t move it.

“F-fluttershy, darlin’. Stop this nonsense...”

>She approaches you, not breaking her intense gaze on your eyes.

>She’s predatory in the way she’s stalking towards you. You can feel her intent boring through you.

>She’s going to rape you.

>And there’s nothing you can do.

>”It’s because I’ve not shown you enough affection, isn’t it? I’ll give you my most special thing. Then that’ll prove how much I love you.”

>Her eyes lustfully travel down your body, and you’re forced to follow with your own eyes.

>They end up on your crotch where you find a very alien piece of anatomy.

“WHAT THE HECK?”

>Your body is equine again, but where your teats should be you find Anon’s cock and balls.

“N-no, Fluttershy. Don’t do this. I don’t want this.”

>”QUIET.” She speaks. The force in her command is unlike anything you’ve heard before.

>You obey.

>”Now enjoy this.”

>She leans in close to your face, and closes her eyes as she tilts her head.

>Your body forces you to do the same, though your mind screams for you not to.

>Your friend kisses you deeply, tongues running over each other.

>You can taste her intimately. She was eating carrots before you came in it seems.

>She breaks the kiss.

>Her wings unfurl, and she flaps gently to drag you into the centre of the room.

>Your legs guide you, unthinkingly, to exactly where she wants you.

>She raises a hoof and pushes you onto your back.

>You muster all your strength to resist her spell and speak.

“Flutter... shy... stop...”

>She straddles you, face to face and boner to pussy.

>”I said for you to be quiet. Please don’t make this any harder than it has to be.”

>She almost looks sad as she says that, as if she doesn’t want to do this.

>You are running out of sympathy for her though.

>You have to stop this, and diplomacy seems to have failed.

>You give it one last shot.

>You close your eyes and focus on moving your legs.

>Your left hind leg twitches.

>A little more.

>You shut your eyes to focus.

>Fluttershy leans down and forces open your muzzle.

>Her invading tongue runs along your teeth and gums, seeking to distract you from your task.

>You try to block out her touches. Her hooves stroking your sides. Her touch creeping ever further down, threatening to get closer to your new, sensual area.

>You manage to resist for a few more seconds and tense your hind hooves under your oppressor.

>You kick out with all your force.

>She yelps in surprise and sails through the air.

>You put all your energy into that kick, but Fluttershy lands a mere two feet away.

>It seems her paralyzing stare had more effect on you than you had hoped.

>You take this chance to try and run, but Fluttershy jumps on your back.

>”My mistake. I should have said for you to stop resisting. I should be more clear with my orders.”

>Your body seizes up again, even though you have your eyes clenched shut.

>She flips you over onto your back again, and you comply like her own private ragdoll.

>You feel tears escape your eyes as a terrible sense of hopelessness sets in.

“Please, sugarcube... Don’t do this... We can forget about any of this... Ahm sorry fer takin’ Anon. Yew can have him back. Please.”

>She doesn’t respond. All she does is lean in close so you can feel her breath on your wet cheeks.

>She licks your cheek, lapping up the salty tears.

>”Don’t cry. I promise it’ll feel good. You’ll feel my love soon enough.”

>Her soothing words have no effect on the ice daggers that stab your heart.

>She turns around 180 degrees and you can feel her breath on your erection.

>She lays her weight on top of your chest, and you’re face to face with her pussy.

>You can see that she’s winking already, excited in anticipation for what she plans to do.

>Her marehood drools sweet syrup, filling your senses with pheromones and the smell of honey.

>You’re lost in her scent, when you feel an entirely new sensation from your crotch.

>You look down to see Fluttershy’s tongue caressing your balls.

>She massages them gently, bringing one into her maw and rolling it around, while licking the other with her long tongue.

>For all the horrific emotions it’s causing you, your body complies with Fluttershy’s ministrations and sends pleasurable sensations to your brain.

>The wrongness of the situation hits you like a ton of bricks, but your new cock doesn’t care.

>It stands to attention, eagerly awaiting Fluttershy’s tongue.

>She drops your balls with a loud POP from her mouth.

>”You’d better get to work back there.” She advises in a way that makes it sound like it definitely isn’t advice.

>She returns to tending to your balls.

>You reluctantly extend your tongue, and touch her moist folds.

>Her honey drips down your tongue and all the way into the back of your throat.

>You quickly swallow before you choke, but by then the next gushing load is deposited onto your face.

>The pheromones fill your nostrils and make your head swim.

>You shouldn’t be affected by them. You’re a mare.

>But whatever is going on, for all intents and purposes you’re Anon.

>This is his memory. You’re playing his role. And Fluttershy is playing rapist to a tee.

>You return to licking her mound, flicking her clit when it shows itself.

>She moans and squeals, the vibrations tickling your balls and sending shivers up your spine.

>She decides your balls have been teased enough, and releases them.

>She repositions herself and licks the tip of your cock.

>The new sensations bring a blush to your cheeks, and you moan instinctively.

>”Don’t stop licking, or I’ll stop licking.”

>You comply, returning to your task.

>The fastest way out of this situation seems to be compliance.

>You decide to try and speed up this torture by sucking her clit out of hiding.

>She squeals as you pull it out.

>With the pressure on, you start licking her nub.

>Up, down.

>Side to side.

>She goes wild, moaning and screaming when you do a figure of 8 on it.

>Eventually you’re rewarded with a new face full of marejuice when she climaxes on your face.

>Her hooves fidget, and her wings shoot up from her sides, raising to their full height.

>You keep licking, and soon she regains her senses.

>She returns your generosity with a vigorous blowjob.

>She impales her mouth suddenly on your rock hard member, eliciting a deep groan from your throat.

>She bobs up, just as fast, using her tongue to tickle your tip.

>It’s all too much too fast! Your dick feels like it’s going to explode.

>She stops when she sees your balls tense up, just as you’re on the verge of cumming.

>”Now you’re ready. So am I.”

>She does another 180 above you, and positions her hole above your rod.

>”I-I love you, Anon!”

>She slams her full weight down on your cock, and you feel the resistance of her hymen shatter in an instant.

>Her eyes roll back in her head, as the pleasure and pain of it all overloads her senses.

>Blood oozes out around your cock, and her pussy spasms and contracts around you.

>It takes a few seconds, but her senses return, and she leans over you, planting her front hooves on your chest.

>She leans in for a kiss.

>She recoils as she tastes herself on your lips.

>She sits up straight, and you can feel her yourself shift inside her as she does.

>”I’ve given you my virginity, Anon. Now do you see?”

“No! I never asked for this!”

>She ignores you, and starts pumping up and down.

>After she worked you up so much, the sensations of her velvety tunnel are driving you mad.

>You want this to hurry up so you can get some release, but she’s taking it agonisingly slow.

>”You’re... going... to love... me...” She pants.

>You don’t. And you won’t.

>You just want this to end.

>You never wanted your friend to treat you like this.

>This isn’t how friends act.

>You start weeping again, even as your balls betray you, and you feel them getting ready to erupt.

>”Cum... For... Mama!”

>Fluttershy picks up the pace, and you feel her contract powerfully around you.

>The tight sensations are sending your cock into overdrive, and you feel that you’ll end this any second now.

>Sure enough, your balls release their load deep into Fluttershy, who groans loudly.

>You let out an extra long sob.

>She lifts herself off you, and the horrible fetid mixture of blood and cum spills out of her.

>She looks proudly at it, as if it were some sort of achievement.

>You simply cover your eyes with your forehooves, as it seems her enchantment has subsided.

>She stumbles over to her couch, with a smug grin on her face.

>She doesn’t even bother to look back at you. She’s convinced she’s won.

>And in a way, she has.

>Anon didn’t want to get raped. But she managed to anyway.

>Dear, sweet Fluttershy.

>You pick yourself up and sprint out the door.

>You run all the way to Sweet Apple Acres, tears streaming from your eyes.

>You make it to the homestead and collapse, curling into a ball.

>It was better to have lived with it.

>Confronting her did nothing.

>Maybe sometimes, it’s better to tell a lie.