[Flutterrape]Winter Anon Part 5

Authors note: I will not be continuing this story, as I feel that this story was incredibly sub-par in parts 3-5, and as such, I will not continue it. Apologies.

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>It's been two days since you killed Fluttershy.

>And you feel free.

>No more fetish attempts.

>No more drugging of your food.

>No more constant embarrassment in public.

>It's all over.

>Nothing can harm you any longer.

>You are the literal embodiment of frost itself.

>And you've shown that you're capable of murder.

>Yet you don't want to continue.

>Perhaps you should visit Ponyville once more.

>Or alternatively, you could not walk into a deathtrap waiting to happen.

>Oh wait, you're made of actual ice by now.

>And it's winter.

>So much for a deathtrap.

>After visiting Fluttershy's grave, with the words "She Was A Bitch" carved into the stone, you go to Ponyville, for probably the last time.

>Your first stop will be your house that was burned to the ground, much appreciated, crazy ponies.

>Once you arrive there, you see a tombstone with candles surrounding it.

>"Here Lied Anon, he was always dear to us all."

>Which is why they tried to fucking end your life because you rejected a creepy rapist.

>Because friendship is magic.

>You look at your house.

>Oh good, they left a hill there and removed all the rubble. Wasn't that nice of them?

>Next stop, Fluttershy's cottage.

>It'd be interesting to see what moronic attempts to woo you she would've tried had you not killed/rejected her.

>Might as well take one last look before you begin your work.

>You open the door to the cottage, and notice Angel sitting next to a sack of vegetables.

>He waves at you with a smile.

>This little bastard has no idea what you've done.

>Better to leave it that way.

Hey buddy, di-, I mean, does Fluttershy keep a journal or something here?

>He looks at you with a strange expression. What's it for?

>You using the past tense?

>Or you asking for your rapist's journal?

 

>He comes back 5 minutes later with a book of some description.

Thanks. By the way, I'd move out of here if I were you. Not a good idea to stay in this cottage anymore.

>He stares at you as if you just emptied his feed out the window in front of him.

Trust me.

>The bunny nods slowly and leaves the cottage.

>Well, now to see what creepy shit Fluttershy wrote about you.

>You open the journal.

>"I'm going to try to guess Anon's fetish today, maybe it's canoeing? Or fillyfiddling?"

>You already regret this idea. Regardless, you turn the page.

>Huh, this date matches the one when you "broke her heart".

>"Anon rejected me. I feel hopeless now. He had never looked so angry before..."

>Seriously? All you told her was that it's less love and more attempted rape, you hate her simply existing, and her not giving up is the worst news you've hear-

>Actually, that was kind of a dick move. You could've said it better.

>Oh well, she's dead anyway. Time to keep reading the diaries of a dead pony.

>"...the others came here and told me it would all be fine. I know they're lying."

>Well, at least she understood that.

>"But I will never stop trying. He will be mine one day."

>You flip the page.

>"I found Anon unconscious at a tree just outside Applejack's house. I took him in. I really don't want to see him hurt."

>You can't help but chuckle at that line.

>"Maybe I should make a move on him tonight. I know he'll want to rut me after I saved his life from the cold."

>wellthatescalatedquickly.gif