- >Day Be Aggressive. B.E. Aggressive. In Equestria.
- >Holy shit.
- >Fucking Fluttershy is running a self-assertiveness seminar.
- >With some big ass Minotaur.
- >In Appaloosa.
- >"Fluttershy was a wimp, but with the help of Iron Will, she is a pimp."
- >The Minotaur flexes his muscles.
- >Fluttershy looks out into the crowd.
- >It's not a big crowd, but she's doing that thing she does.
- >That stare.
- >Everyone, not just you, is clearly intimidated.
- >Its weird, it triggers something in the back of your head.
- >Those very primal flight or fight reflexes get snapped on.
- >But after everything that's happened.
- >You feel more like flight.
- >You shrink down a little in the back of the crowd.
- >"O-oh..."
- >She taps the little microphone on her headset and clears her voice.
- >It's...powerful.
- >"Iron Will's methods worked for me and they'll work for you!"
- >She flutters off stage and right up to some yellow pony in a cowboy hat.
- >"DO YOU DOUBT ME?!"
- >Full on terrifying.
- >"N-no 'mam."
- >She flutters back on stage.
- >"That, everypony, is your first lesson. “Don't be shy, look 'em in the eye!"
- >Iron Will is nodding with a grin from the side of the stage.
- >Fluttershy notices him and nods.
- >And then gets this almost sadistic grin on her face.
- >"The goats are going through the crowd looking for the silliest, wimpiest, shyest looking pony here!"
- >"And that pony is gonna come up on stage and volunteer, even if they're not okay with that..."
- >You hear a bleating from behind you.
- >Fucking Goats.
- >You've been cornered by goats.
- >This has happened before. In the real world.
- >Damn you third grade petting zoo field trip!
- >You bent over to tie your shoes and you became dogpiled by goats!
- >They begin knocking you around.
- >Shoving you forward.
- >You end up onstage.
- >Crafty goat fuckers coralled you.
- >You've got a black eye.
- >Rope cuts on your wrists.
- >And a nasty bruise around your throat.
- >Fluttershy is still working the crowd.
- >Ironwill slams you on the shoulder.
- >"All right brother, you look like you need some serious self-assertiveness training!"
- >A spotlight falls on you.
- >Pyrotechnics blaze up.
- >He kicks you in the ass and you go sliding into center stage.
- >Fluttershy looks down at you.
- >She looks like she's still drunk on the attention.
- >"A-anon?"
- >What would be a mumbled recognition is blasted over the speakers.
- >Followed by feedback.
- >You look up at her and wave a little.
- >"Anon, is that you. What are you even doing here?"
- >Oh that's not her usual voice.
- >That's self-assertive still.
- "I just...need some help. Maybe."
- >She rips you off the ground by your shirt collar.
- >She shouts in your face.
- >“Maybes are for babies!”
- >You wince.
- >This is emasculating. On such a heavy level.
- >Maybe if you didn't get raped in a basement a little over a day ago you'd process it better.
- >She's breathing heavily.
- >She's angry at you.
- >You could cry right now.
- >That's what you were taught growing up.
- >Either laugh or cry.
- >And quit being a wussy.
- >"Maybes are for babies! Are you here to get help or get hurt?!"
- >You let out a little snicker.
- >"You laugh at me? I WRATH at YOU!"
- >She slams her forehead into your face.
- >Crack.
- >Nose is bleeding.
- >She drops you on your ass.
- >"Now ladies and gentlecolts, how could this have been avoided?"
- >She's not even looking at you.
- >Some voices pipe up from the crowd.
- >"He coulda been direct!" "He should've said what he wanted!" "He should'a ducked!"
- >Fluttershy spits.
- >It hits you in the eye.
- >Today is a new low.
- "I'm...sorry. It's just...this isn't going to help me."
- >This isn't how you thought this little self-help seminar would go.
- "I'm wasting your time."
- >“You apologize, I penalize!"
- >She rips you off the stage by your hair and sneers right in your face.
- >It's that stare.
- >And the pain.
- >And it's just been too much.
- >Your eyes start to well up.
- >For a flicker you can see classic Fluttershy in there.
- >She drops you.
- >"This could've been avoided if he had been direct from the start!"
- >"He probably thought he was some big shot guy who could push people around and get what he wanted because he's handsome.."
- >"But look at him!"
- >She glares down at you and you shrink towards the stage floor.
- >Just trying to keep yourself stable.
- >Iron Will slides out and back into the limelight.
- >He kicks you off stage right.
- >Grabs Fluttershy's forehoof and raises it high.
- >Like she's the heavyweight champion of the world.
- >"Follow Iron Will, my friends! He'll help you be so assertive that you'll be able to get your way no matter what!"
- >You've scraped your hands now.
- >You can't laugh this one off.
- >This was too much.
- >You get to your feet and just stumble off to the side of the stage.
- >There's nobody around to see you.
- >You let it all out.
- >You miss so many things.
- >You miss the prospect of a better life.
- >You miss the chance at a career.
- >You miss your old life.
- >You miss the simple things.
- >You miss just being a guy who didn't mind getting roughed up in sex.
- >You hate that people seem to be defining you by that now.
- >And you hate getting hurt so much lately.
- >You miss having the will to love.
- >And you cry.
- >It's silent and heavy.
- >You're so not used to crying.
- >You can hear the loud rock music playing.
- >More pyrotechnics being shot off.
- >Self-assertiveness being pumped out of loud speakers.
- >You take a few deep breaths.
- "This...is not..my life."
- >You look at your scraped up hands.
- >Clench and un-clench them.
- >You punch yourself in the face.
- >That was a bitch punch.
- >You do it again. Harder.
- >Again.
- >Harder.
- >Get this shit out of your system.
- >You brutalize yourself.
- >And you are not aroused.
- >You topple over your side and just lay in the desert dirt.
- >Looking up at the sun.
- >You want to let out a primal scream of defiance and hate.
- >But.
- >Well, why the fuck not.
- "FUCK. EVERYTHING. I AM NOT. A FUCKING. LOSER."
- >You don't know how long you just lay there.
- >You aren't hearing the fanfare of winners.
- >There's some blood spilling over your eye.
- >You must have cut your brow.
- >You're a fucking loser, you know that?
- >That blood feels weird now.
- >Now it's all sticky and cracked.
- >Dry.
- >You just look out at the town of Appaloosa.
- >It's like a Wild West Re-Enactment town.
- >Situated in the middle of some goddamn not-Arizona Badlands.
- >You never went to the Badlands.
- >Wait, aren't those in New Mexico?
- >You'll never go there either.
- >Though you tread now in a world no man has ever seen or stepped.
- >You miss places seen and walked a thousand times by your kin.
- >This must be how the astronauts felt up in space.
- >Surrounded by the void.
- >All that man every accomplished
- >On a tiny
- >Blue
- >Marble.
- >"A-anon?...are you c-crying?"
- >Fucking Fluttershy.
- >Ruining your elegantly crafted poetic existentialist nightmare.
- "I was."
- >She whimpers.
- >"I t-thought m-maybe if I was m-more like Rainbow and assertive y-you'd l-l-like me...more...mblmb."
- >She mumbles.
- "I was climbing out of that pit, Fluttershy."
- >You try to get up but your chest hurts.
- >You had been wailing on your chest as well.
- "I was really doing it..."
- >"..it's not fair."
- >That's the mumble you can make out.
- >Life isn't fair. You can make it fair by hobbling others.
- >Even the odds, so to speak.
- >You're going to hobble someponies when you get back to Ponyville.
- >As soon as you stop kidding yourself.
- >Stop kidding yourself.
- >You just can't.
- >How'd you end up broken like this?
- "I miss my old life so much."
- >She lays down next to you in the dirt.
- >Her eyes are filled with regret and sadness for what happened on stage.
- "I had aspirations. Friends. Career in the making. I was interesting."
- >She gives a small smile.
- >She doesn't say anything.
- >She's smart like that.
- >She knows when you need to talk and when you need to listen.
- "Twilight thinks I'm evil...so does Applejack."
- >Your voice sputters somehow.
- >A breach in your usually solid charisma.
- "Twilight r-r-r--"
- >Now you just sound pathetic.
- >It's just a word.
- "Twilight took advantage of me."
- >Or a phrase if you don't want to use that word.
- >Fluttershy is shocked and she looks like she wants to cry.
- "Applejack thinks I change you guys...make you worse."
- >You begin to rebuild yourself in your head.
- "I think it's the opposite. I think you guys bring out the worst in me."
- >Fluttershy does start to cry.
- "I want to hurt her. So bad. Because she did something. Because she could."
- "I want to be able to hurt her."
- >You slam the side of your head against the dusty ground.
- "I just can't."
- >"S-stop it."
- >Fluttershy gets off the ground and wipes the tears from her eyes.
- >"S-stop a-acting like it's t-true."
- >You start to get up. But it's painful.
- >"You're not..." She clears her voice. "You're not weak."
- >"And you're not evil."
- >"...And I t-think I bring out the b-best in you m-m-mister."
- >You get up a little more and you can feel bones popping.
- >You must've really done a number over on yourself.
- >Rage and hitting rock bottom. Helluva'n'anathestic.
- >You topple over.
- >She's under you.
- >You lean on her.
- "You used to really creep me out, Fluttershy."
- >You're able to get up on your feet now.
- >She doesn't look at you.
- >You pat her head and scratch her behind the ears.
- "But that wasn't love."
- >She helps you move.
- >You don't even know where you're going.
- >You're actually sort of dizzy.
- >It's hot out.
- >You've been bashing up your face and body.
- >Some blood loss.
- >..you should find a mirror.
- "You might've thought it was love, but you can't make someone love you."
- >You notice some blood on Fluttershy's back.
- >Some flecks of red in her mane.
- >Your knuckles are busted up.
- >"I'm sorry, Anon."
- >You just give her a little smile.
- >She recoils at first but smiles back.
- >There's so much concern on her face.
- >She got a trailer for her little part in this self-assertiveness training deal.
- >It's nice. Kinda blurry.
- >That's probably just the mild concussion talking.
- >You lay down on her bed and look up at the metal ceiling.
- >She's buzzing around you, multi-tasking.
- >Making some soup.
- >Burning your wounds with alcohol.
- >Bandaging your wounds.
- >She pricks one of your eyebrows and you can feel a liquid starting to pool.
- >You finally get that part in the Rocky movies where he asks Mick to cut him.
- >So much gauze.
- >Bondage isn't really your deal.
- >But the pressure feels nice.
- >That may be because it's stopping you from dying.
- >Though you'd normally doubt you have enough stupidity to beat yourself to death.
- >Today is a day for an exception to be considered.
- >Your brain must've been baking in the sun.
- >You hear something bleat.
- "No fucking goats in here!"
- >Wow, you sound drunk Anon.
- "I fucking hate goats!"
- >Stop talking buddy.
- >Stay conscious.
- >If you fall asleep you might die.
- >Scalding hot soup is forced down your throat.
- >Fucking Fluttershy.
- >She notices.
- >She blows on the next spoonful.
- >"Just let momma help you, mister."
- >You try to lift a hand and rub your eyes.
- >It takes longer than expected to get up there.
- >It's quite bandaged.
- >The arm is quite bruised.
- "Fluttershy?"
- >She puts another spoonful down your throat.
- >You can barely even taste it.
- "Fluttershy, I'm still in my little hole."
- >She gives you a look.
- >Like, 'shut up anon, this is different'.
- >"Sshh... t-this is different, Anon...if that's all right with you."
- >You finish another meal.
- >In silence.
- >Thoughts of self-loathing are you there?
- >You've been replaced with renewed vigor for life?
- >How'd that happen?
- >Self-injury combined with...oh.
- >All-consuming urge for vengeance and justice.
- >Not healthy, but understandable.
- >The soup was good.
- "Fluttershy?..can I have a mirror?"
- >"Uhm...you...might...mbmlbm."
- >She mumbles but goes off and retrieves one anyway.
- >She doesn't let you use it right away.
- "It's that bad?"
- >"...wasn't that good before."
- >You laugh.
- >Oh god that hurts.
- >You shouldn't work the ribs next time, dumbass.
- >"Oh-no! I meant...when you were on stage...you're usually handsome, mister."
- "Can I just see myself, please?"
- >She winces nervously and turns the mirror on you.
- >You look like goddamn Joshua Graham.
- >Sans the burnt flesh.
- "Went a little heavy on the bandages?"
- >She shakes her head.
- "Wow. That bad?"
- >She nods.
- "Wow. Fuck me."
- >"O-oh...do y-you want me to be rough?"
- >It's a tense moment.
- >She's looking right in your eyes.
- >She seems really torn about this.
- >And well... You were FUCKING JOKING.
- >Not even fucking joking.
- >More like cursing yourself out.
- >But well... this is what she's seemed to always want.
- >You are helpless.
- >Utterly at her mercy.
- >You just got raped not even two days ago.
- >This isn't happening.
- "...Actually, Fluttershy. I know you've totally earned it."
- >Wow, that's like a twenty bucks in the douchebag jar statement.
- "But, maybe we should wait until I heal up?"
- >She smiles. Must've been worried.
- >Snuff is most certainly not either of your fetishes.
- >She sits down on the ground next to you.
- >You turn your head and just look in those big, sad, beautiful, concerned eyes.
- >She kisses you.
- >On the lips.
- >She slides her tongue in as well, just to explore.
- >You move one of your arms, and it takes a moment, behind her head.
- >You release one another and she blushes.
- >"Is..this because y-you got hurt and it's your f-fetish?"
- "No."
- >"Oh."
- >She seems downtrodden.
- "This is actually better than my fetish."
- >She seems overjoyed.
- >And you spend the rest of that night.
- >Mackin' Fluttershy.
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