[FR] Rave/Rape (Part II)

The following story is a fanmade product about the tv-show My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic.

This story mentions: hard language, alcohol, drugs, sex and interspecies intercourse of the non-consensual and sexual kind.

 

 

>Day dopamine shortage in Equestria.

>You are anon.

>And last time you checked you weren't a hydra.

>Then why did it feel like you had four heads?

>And why did they all feel like they were mere seconds away from exploding?

>You knew what a hangover was.

>It's not because you're a shut-in that you don't know how to down a bottle of cider.

>You've had your fair share of nights spent above the toilets and lazy mornings.

>But this...

>Shit, it even hurt to think.

>Well, best to stop thinking for a while then.

>Just lie down and resume your nap.

>Wait...

>Lie down.

>What were you lying on exactly?

>You slap your hand around a few times.

>Hard. Definitely something hard.

>You attempt to open your eyes.

"FUCK, THAT HURTS!" you cry out in anguish.

>That did not help your hangover at all.

>You try again.

>You peak your eyes open ever so slightly.

>Green.

>You were laying on something hard and green.

>That doesn't exactly say much.

>But it is progress...

>After a couple of seconds, your eyes start to adjust to the light.

>The sight in front of you was familiar.

>Very familiar.

>You were laying in you own front yard.

>How did you end up here?

>Memories from last night start to flash back in your mind.

>Oh yeah, you got raped last night.

>Silly anon, forgetting about traumatizing experiences like that.

>Oh well, at least Vinyl had the courtesy to bring you home last night.

>Sort of...

>Still awfully considerate for a rapist.

>You had some serious thinking to do about how you were going to react to this.

>But right now?

>You needed water and sleep.

>You crawl your way inside the house and crash into your couch, after downing half a gallon of water.

>Best hangover-cure you knew.

 

                               

>You are anon and for the second time today, you wake up.

>Only this time you only feel one head on your neck and it doesn't feel like exploding any time soon.

>Good, your hangover-cure has saved you once again.

>A quick glance at the clock tells you it is four in the afternoon.

>You go upstairs and start your morning-routine.

>Afternoon-routine?

>Eh, fuck it. You poop and wash up.

>After putting on some fresh clothes, you walk back downstairs.

>Breakfast?

>Or lunch, whatever.

>Better not though.

>Your stomach doesn't feel like it's able to digest anything anytime soon.

>You fill up a glass with water and sit down at the table.

>Last night was... messy, to say the least.

>You had sex with a horse last night.

>There go your morals and ethics flying out the window.

>Vinyl had drugged you.

>She had violated your personal values.

>She had used you for her personal satisfaction.

>She had raped you.

>You should be hurt and upset.

>You should be seething with rage.

>And yet, you aren't any of those.

>Looking back on last night, all you seem to remember was how amazingly soft and warm Vinyl had felt.

>You hadn't felt the warm, intimate touch of a woman's body for months.

>It wasn't exactly a woman this time, but still...

>It felt the same to you.

>Were you always wrong?

>You always saw the ponies as that, just ponies.

>But last night, you had came to realize that they were so much more then that.

>They were sentient beings, just like you.

>They longed for company and attention, just like you.

>They wanted to feel loved, just like you.

>Maybe Fluttershy was right all along.

>Maybe...

>

"FLUTTERSHY!" you suddenly yell out into the empty house.

>

>Shit, you had forgotten all about her.

>She must have thought you ditched her last night.

>Fuck, you had to go apologize to her right now and explain what happened.

>And on that thought, you storm out the door towards Fluttershy's cottage.

 

 

>You are Fluttershy.

>And you are lying curled up in your bed, covered by a pile made out of all the blankets you could find.

>And you are still shivering cold.

>Last night, you had awoken in a dark and scary forest.

>While you were lying there, on the cold and hard floor, memories of what had happened played in front of your eyes.

>The memories were vague, but the pain was not.

>You played them over and over again in your head, shuddering every time you did.

>After you had laid there in the forest for what seemed like hours, you realized that no one was going to come and help you.

>You were all alone.

>You were scared and you were hurt.

>It took some time to pull yourself together and the sun was already rising when you had finally made it to your cottage.

>You immediately got under the shower and turned the water up to the highest temperature.

>You had to clean yourself. You had to become clean again.

>You had held yourself together for a long time, but feeling the sensation of the hot water beating down on your sore skin was too much.

>There was no point in holding your tears back any longer and so you cried.

>You cried your eyes out.

>You stood there under the shower, waiting to feel clean again.

>The water had became cold a long time ago.

>You still felt dirty.

>Eventually, the water stopped falling.

>You had used all the water in the house.

>And you were still dirty.

 

>You stood there, crying in a shower that had no water, until you ran out of tears to cry yourself.

>You made your way to your bedroom and closed all the windows.

>Maybe if you fell asleep, you could wake up and it would have all been a terrible, terrible dream.

>You lay there curled up in your bed, waiting for sleep to come to you.

>But, it didn't come.

>Visions of a hoof slapping across your face kept repeating themselves every time your eyes became heavy.

>Tears kept rolling down your cheeks, dampening your sheets forming a dark, wet spot were you lay.

>Nobody could help you.

>Nobody was going to come for you.

>Nobody loved you.

 

 

>You are anon and you are almost at Fluttershy's cottage.

>Oh man, she is going to be so pissed at you.

>How were you going to get yourself out of this one?

>'Oh hey, Fluttershy, sorry about ditching you last night. I did drugs and fucked the DJ. You understand, right?'

>Yeah, that might not work so well..

>Oh well, you'll talk yourself out of it.

>Something about crossing a bridge...

>First things first, you just had to apologize.

>You stop running when you arrive at the front door.

>Out of breath, you take a moment trying to regain your bearings before knocking on the door.

>You could use some physical exercise..

>Well, you got plenty last night.

>Focus, anon. Important friendship on the edge of a breakdown here..

 

>That's right.

>You did not like to admit it, but Fluttershy was your closest friend.

>Well, she was until she started with the fetish guessing.

>But before that, the two of you got along great.

>As you stood there in front of the door, you began to replay the memories of when you first came here.

>The shy equine finding you in the forest..

>Her asking you if you were hurt or lost..

>Your scream of fear from hearing a talking horse..

>Her scream of fear from your scream of fear..

>Moving into her cottage..

>Meeting her friends..

>Meeting the princess..

>Moving into your own house

>The tears on her face when she begged you to stay..

>You told her you would still come to visit..

>That you were still best friends..

>..

 

>You felt awful.

>All of this was all your fault.

>You had cooped yourself in.

>Hardly leaving the house, talking to no one..

>You had driven your closest friend away.

>You had turned her into something she wasn't.

>All in a desperate attempt to get your attention.

>You snapped your head up.

>How long were you standing here?

>You knocked on the door again.

"Fluttershy, we need to talk about last night. I'm really sorry, can you just please let me in?" you yell towards the door.

>No response.

>Oh man, she was really mad.

>You grab the door handle and gently nudge it.

>The door was unlocked. You open it and walk inside.

 

>Something felt really off putting in here.

>All the curtains were closed making the cottage appear rather macabre.

>Looking around, you saw none of the food bowls of the animals had been filled.

>You saw some of the animals peeking out from the shadows.

"F-Fluttershy, are you in here?" you speak into the darkness, slightly scared by the unusual sight.

>You heard nothing.

>Or wait, you did.

>You heard a soft thumping coming towards you.

>Suddenly, you felt something pull at your pants.

>You look down and see Angel Bunny looking up at you.

"Hey there, buddy. Do you know where momma is?" you ask the little white animal at your feet.

>He frantically nods and points upstairs, whilst pulling you towards the stairs.

"Don't worry, I'll fix this."

"It's my fault to begin with..." you glumly state as you walk up the stairs.

 

 

>Once upstairs, you can hear sobbing coming from behind a closed door.

>You gently knock twice before opening the door and sticking your head through the opening.

"Fluttershy, can we talk?" you ask softly.

>"P-please... please leave..." you heard a muffled voice say.

"Fluttershy, I'm really sorry about leaving you last night. I just ... "

"Stuff happened, okay? I don't really want to talk about it, I'm just really sorry for leaving you there."

>You take a seat on the edge of her bed and put a hand on what you assumed was her side.

>The blankets obscured her from your sight.

>You softly rub her, she had always liked it when you did that.

>But now she tenses up and tries to pull away from your touch.

"Fluttershy, please don't be mad. I didn't mean to—" you start to apologize again.

>"Y-you d—    You d-d—" your former friend replies from under her layer of blankets before she breaks down and starts to cry.

"Fluttershy, what's wrong?" you ask, surprised by the sudden response.

>Fluttershy starts shaking and breathing heavily.

"Calm down, Fluttershy. Just tell me what's wrong. I'm here for you," you say in an attempt to calm her down.

>"How can you say that?" she suddenly snarls at you.

>Her head pops out from under the blankets and for the first time today you see her.

>She looks absolutely horrible, her beautiful teal eyes are now bloodshot.

>Her coat is streaked with tears and slime.

>She must have laid here crying for hours now.

 

>"You weren't there for me! I was all on my own!" she yells at you before breaking down in another fit of tears.

>She hides back underneath the pile of blankets.

>You sat motionlessly on the edge on her bed.

>Her sudden outburst confused you.

>You were expecting her to be mad, but there was definitely something wrong for her to react like that.

>You just sat there, waiting for her to calm down before you decide to speak up again.

"What's wrong, Fluttershy? I'll help you in any way that I can, I promise."

>It takes another few minutes for her to stop sobbing.

>She comes back out from underneath the covers.

>She turns to look towards you.

>No, not towards you.

>At you.

>She stares right at you, with eyes that contained sadness you didn't know existed.

>"I-I- ..." she says before she starts shaking again.

>You put a hand on her hoof and gently squeeze it.

"Just take your time, Fluttershy," you try to say in your most reassuring voice.

>"L-last night, when I went to the bar..."

>You nod in affirmation.

>"There was this stallion who gave me a drink."

>"And then I didn't f-feel so good and we went outside"

>"And then we.. "

>"He.. he made me—"

>She couldn't finish that sentence.

>And she didn't need to.

>You had heard enough.

>You did the only thing you could think off.

>You pulled her close and hugged her tightly.

 

>She now sobbed into your chest.

"I'm so, so sorry Fluttershy."

>What else could you say?

>This was your fault.

>You should have never left her alone.

>She got hurt because you didn't care. Again.

>She had always been so kind to you and this was how you had repaid her.

>By abandoning her.

>By leaving her alone so she could get hurt.

>You were to blame for this.

>You swore on anything you ever cared for, you would never allow anything like this to happen again.

"I'm here for you now, Fluttershy. I'm going to help you get through this. You don't have to do this alone. I'm here for you. I'm not leaving you," you say while you stroked her mane.

>You repeated that line over and over again as you gently swayed back and forth with Fluttershy clutched against your chest.

"I'm here for you. I'll help you."

"It's going to be okay. I'll help you."

"I'll help you."

>You didn't know who needed to hear that more, her or you.

>You sat there until Fluttershy stopped crying.

>You felt devoid of all life.

>Calming Fluttershy down had used up all your energy.

>This had been a nerve-wrecking experience for the both of you.

>You lay down in Fluttershy's bed, holding her close to you.

 

 

>You are anon, and the past two days had been the most life-altering days you were ever going to experience.

>But as you held your friend close to you and feel her muscles relax as she finally drifted off into sleep, you couldn't help but to feel a sense of happiness descending on you.

>For the first time in a long while, you felt happy.

>You were going to help your friend and you would never let this beautiful mare get hurt again.

>Because in that moment you realized something.

>You loved her and she meant more then anything in the world to you.

>You would make sure of it that her assailant was going to pay for his crimes.

>But right now, your best friend needed you.

>

>You are Fluttershy and you finally start to fall asleep.

>The blankets couldn't provide you with a sense of security.

>But as Anon held you, the visions of a hoof striking you finally disappeared out of your sight.

>You still had a long way to go before you would feel like your former self again.

>You were facing a hard time ahead of you.

>But you were going to make it.

>Because your best friend would be helping you.

>