Sinful Anon Act 8

>2 months later

>You look at yourself in the mirror

>You had gained weight

>Your hair was faded and falling out

>You had bags under your eyes

>Your muscle now turned to flab

>You dressed in dirty baggy clothing

>You look at the mirror steadily

>In a fit you punch it as hard as you could

>You break it

>You also hurt yourself

>You look at your bleeding hand

At least I can still feel something...

>You haven't shown up to the strip club in days

>At this point people thought you had retired

>You don't go to the arcade anymore

>You don't go to the speakeasy any more

>Friends and lovers that you knew had stopped liking you altogether...

>To keep money you got a job at the mailing industry with Derpy

>It wasn't as much fun shaking your ass and making feel p0nys happy and aroused

>But it put food on the table...

>As you walk out of your house to go get food and supplies

>You can here talk of p0nys

>"Wow he really let himself go" One says

>"And to think I wanted to tap that" Says another

>It hurt like hell to hear those words from p0nys that once worshiped you

>Now you're nothing but a fat, smelly slob working at a post office...

>-Paning away from Anon-

>"Hey boss look isn't that there eh...Anon?" Bucktooth blue stallion says pointing at you from a distance

>"Hm...hey! Yeah you're right!" The Yellow durby hat stallion says getting angry

>"Well look at him now he's nothing but a loser!" The yellow durby hat stallion says with a sly smirk

>"C'mon, let's go show'em what for!" He pushes his hat forward looking tough

>-Paning back to Anon-

>The two stallions approach you

Listen I'm not in the mood so please-

>Without a second thought the yellow durby hat stallion punches you in the face

>Your nose starts to bleed

>The Bucktoothed blue one starts to kick your legs

>You fall to the ground in pain

>They continue to beat you up into submission

>They walk away laughing

>Why didn't you defend yourself?

>Why didn't you call for help

>The old you would have put them in the dirt post haste

>But you weren't really you, were you?

>You hobble back home

>Sore

>Aching

>Bleeding

>You get a knock on the door

>You go to answer it only opening the door slightly

>"H-hello Anon...." It was Fluttershy

>"I-I brought some of those cookies you liked" she was holding a plate of them

Just leave them on the front step and you can go Fluttershy...

>"Anon, I want to come in, none of us have seen you in a long while and...and I want to make sure you're okay" Fluttershy says worried

>You hesitate to close the door...

>You open it anyway

>Fluttershy gasps at the sight of you

>"A-anon! W-what happened to you??!" Fluttershy takes your face in her hooves

>You look into her teal eyes

Life...plain and simple...

>Were the only words to come out of your mouth

>Fluttershy comes in and nurses your wounds and brusies

>"Anon, I can't stand to see you like this, as of now I'm going to do my best to take care of you, okay?" Fluttershy says stomping a hoof down

>You look at her

>You then look away

Okay...

>You say without much life in you

>For the next several weeks Fluttershy tries to cheer you up

>Make you laugh

>Get you angry

>Something to show her that you still had emotion

>Maybe the old you would have said or done something...

>But you weren't you anymore...

>"Pure of heart"..."Plain and Simple" the words still echoed in your mind

>You knew those words weren't you

>You used to be  thrill seeker

>A lady charmer

>A brawler

>Now...you're just a loser, Plain and Simple...

>Fluttershy says that she wants to spend the night with you

>You didn't care or think much of it

>The next morning you find yourself tide up with Fluttershy sitting on top of you with a creepy face

>"Good morning d-doll!" She says struggling with her words

Fluttershy what are you doing...

>"I-I'm gonna show you a good time by fudging your brains out until you get your confidence back!" she says still with a creepy happy face

>She rips off your clothes

>She begins kissing your chest

Fluttershy please stop...this isn't right

>"Don't be silly Anon you love this sort of thing! Come on, please enjoy it!" She says grinding on your chest now

>She licks your neck and kisses you all over your face

>Not even a wiggle down there

>"Please Anon...show some emotion..." Fluttershy burys her face in your chest

What's the point...everp0ny other p0ny thinks I'm Pure and Plain, so I guess that's what I am no...

>"THAT'S A LOAD OF SUGAR HONEY ICE TEA!" Fluttershy screams at you in frustration

>"This isn't the Anon I know and love! A-and I want him back! Please Anon! D-don't give in like this..." Fluttershy begins to cry

>She pulls out your make-up kit

>"Look remember this? Remember how pretty you used to look while wearing this stuff?" She trys to apply the make-up on your face

>She does a horrible job of it

>"S-see, you look pretty a-already" Tears were running down her face and onto yours

>It made the masquera run

Please Fluttershy, stop this, I-I don't want to continue anymore...

>"No! Not until I get the Anon I loved back! The Anon that used to be strong and sexy with his words, the Anon I cooked for and knitted for... the Anon I fell in love with"

>She kept kissing you and grinding upon you

>It didn't turn you on in the slightest

>"Anon, damn it love me! hate me! show some emotion!" She looks at you with those teal eyes now raining with tears

>You looked at her blankly

I...I can't... that's not me anymore...

>Fluttershy continued to cry on top of you for the next hour or so...

>Eventually she untied you

>She wasn't able to get the excitement she felt when being around you like she used too...

>She still visited everyday though since then

>To make sure you weren't hurting your self

>Or worse

>She would even try to have some fun by guessing your fetish once or twice

>You wouldn't do such things...not anymore.

>You were Pure of heart...Plain and Simple, nothing more nothing less...

>The words still left mental scares over you to this day

>Life "was" good...

>You sit in the tub one night and think endlessly

>You eye the razor blade on the sink

>"Is this were it all ends?" You think to yourself

>...