[FR] Rave/Rape (Part III)

For Sequel Saturday, I decided to (sort of) finish something I've ignored completely for quite some time.

I wasn't very motivated to write anything so I just went with what was suggested here:

 

http://archive.heinessen.com/mlp/thread/S7476276#p7497463

 

" How about justice? Will Fluttershy even remember what the stallion looked like? How will they find him? Maybe they can draw him out again by using another p0ny as bait at another concert. Possibly by convincing Vinyl to play again for them through blackmail. She did rape Anon after all. "

 

 

                                                        *******

 

 

>You are anonymous.

>For the past couple of weeks, you've been living with Fluttershy again.

>You meant it when you said you wouldn't leave her side for even a minute.

>Slowly, things were starting to look better.

>The first couple of days, she couldn't even leave the bed.

>You fed her, cleaned the house and took care of the animals.

>You also told her to go to the authorities with this.

>She immediately broke down again when you suggested that.

>She didn't want anyone to know about what happened.

>You didn't agree with her but when you looked at the facts, you knew this would be a futile search for the police.

>A stallion drugged her.

>An earth pony of large size with a brown coat.

>Nobody in Ponyville matched that description as far as you knew.

>Somebody from out of town then.

>And considering the huge crowd there was at the party that only made sense.

>That was all you knew so far.

>You were pretty much stuck on a dead end.

>Not that you'd give up so soon.

>You just had run out of options for now.

>And there were more important issues at stake than justice...

>A couple of days ago, Fluttershy had finally come out of her room.

>Much to the delight of her animal friends.

>You just lacked the delicacy and finesse Fluttershy possessed to care for them.

>She spent the entire day in the living room surrounded by her animals, softly talking to some of them from time to time.

>You were glad to see that she was making her way out of the pit she had been pushed into.

>Her friends had come around in the past few days, worried about not hearing anything from their friend for such a long time.

>Rarity had been the first to come around when Fluttershy didn't show up for their weekly spa visit.

>You brushed her off with the excuse of Fluttershy being sick and that you were taking care for her.

>She insisted on seeing Fluttershy but you managed to get rid off her, saying that she was too sick to see anyone right now. That had been easy enough.

>Twilight and Applejack on the other hand...

>Those two were stubborn as mules.

>It had taken you some serious effort to get rid off them. Especially Applejack seemed very wary of your excuse.

>But you couldn't tell her the truth.

>You had promised Fluttershy that you wouldn't and that was a promise you simply weren't going to break.

 

>Right now, you were in the middle of making dinner.

>You were absentmindedly stirring in a pot of stew.

>The last couple of days you'd been feeling rather anxious.

>You just couldn't shake the guilt of what had happened to Fluttershy and it was eating you from the inside.

>You wanted... no... you —needed— to do something about it.

 

>You look at the contents of the pot and deem them edible.

"Fluttershy?" you call out in the general direction of the living room.

>When she doesn't respond, you peek your head through the doorframe.

>Fluttershy lies on the couch with Angel Bunny snuggled up next to her.

>You walk over to her and softly nudge her side to wake her up, much to the dismay of Angel.

>She wearily blinks her eyes and softly yawns.

"I made us some dinner, do you want some?"

>A small smile graces her face and she gives you a little nod.

>"I'd like that. Thanks, Anon."

 

>She gets up and stretches out before following you into the kitchen.

>You fill two plates with the steaming mixture and take a seat opposite of hers.

>Not wasting a single moment, you begin to devour your food.

 

>You sat there in silence, mindlessly chewing your meal.

>You barely registered the taste, you mind far too busy with replaying what you knew.

>Big stallion... Earth pony... Brown coat... Not from Ponyville...

>...

>Nothing.

>You came up with absolutely nothing.

>This was beginning to annoy you fiercely.

>You just needed to have some sort of closure with this situation.

>A face you could hate for this other than your own.

>This was your fault and you had to fix this.

>And you were going to fix this.

>Apparently your internal conflict made itself apparent as Fluttershy suddenly interrupted the silence.

>"Is something wrong, Anon? You look so tense."

"It's just.."

>For a moment, you consider not telling her.

>But this has been eating at you for days.

>And why would you keep this from her?

>Friends are honest with each other.

"I've been thinking about what happened."

>"Oh..." she mumbles in response, trying to hide behind her mane.

>She wanted to pretend this never happened.

>That might work for her but it certainly didn't for you.

 

"Look, I know you don't like to talk about this but it's important that we know everything that happened."

>"B-but I already told you everything I can remember," she says, turning her head to the floor.

>You get up from your seat and walk over to where she sat.

>You crouch down and cup her cheek with your hand and lift her head, looking earnestly in her eyes.

"One more time. Just tell me one more time."

"Then I won't ask again. I promise."

>She sighs deeply and looks at your shoes again.

>"I flew over to the bar and I tried to order you a drink... but the bartender kept trotting past me."

>You nod in response, motioning for her to continue.

>"And then somepony yelled at the bartender."

>"A big stallion was standing next to me."

>"He ordered me something in a tall glass."

>"And he told the bartender he wouldn't pay."

 

"Wait for a bit."

"Did... Do you know if he had an accent?"

>If he wasn't from Ponyville, he might have a foreign fall of tongue...

>That's something you'd neglected to ask in the past.

>I think... Maybe. I didn't recognize it, Anon. I'm sorry."

"No, no. That's okay. You don't need to apologize to me."

>You softly rub her back.

"Can you tell me the rest?"

>"Well, I didn't want to be rude so I sipped that drink he gave me."

>"But then I felt all dizzy and we went outside."

>"He... I think he said I should dip my hooves in the lake and then I'd feel better."

>"And then, when we'd gotten to the lake, he hit me and told me I was st-stupid and then h-he d-"

"It's okay, Fluttershy. You don't need to tell me this if you don't want to."

"Do you remember anything from when you woke up?"

>She shakes her head from side to side.

>"I was c-cold. That's all I know."

>You wrap your arms around her and pull her close to you.

"Thank you for telling me."

"I promise I won't bring it up ever again."

 

>You'd already looked everywhere in the forest between where the tent stood and the lake when she first told you and like you'd expected, you had found absolutely nothing there.

>Either you were dealing with a mastermind here or that son of a bitch got lucky beyond belief.

>But you'd get your hands on him someday—

>"I'll do the dishes tonight, Anon."

 

>Your train of thought is interrupted.

"Uh, yeah. Sure. Thanks, Fluttershy."

"I'm just going to go for a short walk, okay?"

>Fluttershy looks at your worriedly.

"Just going to get some fresh air, I'll be back in a bit."

>You put on your coat and walk out the door.

 

>You just mull on what Fluttershy told you again and again.

>Big stallion, some sort of accent, brown coat...

>Somep0ny from out of town.

>He was at the party...

>So he had to be from some town nearby...

>But you didn't know from which town the ponies at the party were.

>You slam the palm of your hand against your head and groan.

>Come on, anon!

>You're supposed to be smart. Thousands of years of evolution. Opposable thumbs and all that funk.

>Why can't you come up with a solution for this then?

>Big stallion, some sort of accent, brown coat...

>Somepony from out of town.

>He was at the party...

>So he had to be from some town nearby...

>But you didn't know from which town the ponies at the party were.

>Some way to identify them...

>If only you knew what accent that stallion had.

 

>There had to be something. There just had to be...

>Something you were overlooking.

 

>You clap your hands together in delight.

>Those tickets Fluttershy bought!

>Oh, those things better be name-registered...

>You turn around and full of vigor you walk back towards the cottage, your guilt now replaced with a feeling of anxiety.

>Looks like you were due for a long deferred confrontation with a certain DJ tomorrow.

 

 

>The next morning passes in a rush.

>You barely remember running through your morning routine.

>Less than half an hour after you woke up, you're already standing in front of Vinyl's house.

>You're impatiently tip-toeing back and forth, waiting for the door you just knocked on to open.

>You hear some commotion from behind the door and moments later, you are met by a white unicorn with a blue mane that's even messier than usual.

>She blinks groggily a few times and rubs her eyes before fully registering that it wasn't a pony standing in front of her frontdoor.

>Her vision turns upwards and for a moment, you see her mouth falling open slightly before she quickly recovers her composure.

>"Uhh... Hey, Anon. What brings you here?"

"I need to ask you some things. Mind if I come in?"

>"Sure... I guess?" she steps sideways, allowing you to enter the two-story abode.

>You step inside and she closes the door behind you.

>"Follow me," she orders you as she walks in front of you.

>You don't know whether she's making an actual effort of swaying her hips or if it's become a habit by now for her but you can't help yourself as you sneak a glance at her curvy bottom.

>You shake your head from side to side.

>Focus, Anon.

 

>She opens a door and leads you into her kitchen.

>"Here, have a seat."

>She motions towards one of the chairs standing around the table and takes the one opposite it herself.

>"So, what can I do for you, Anon?" she purrs in a sultry voice with heavy-lidded eyes.

"I need to see a list of guests that attended your last party."

>That clearly wasn't the kind of answer she was expecting and her bedroom eyes quickly make room for a confused look.

>"W-What do you need that for?"

"That's none of your concern, Vinyl. I just need to a list with names of everybody who was there."

>A chuckle is all you get in response.

>"Anon, it's a rave. There's no list of guests for those kind of parties."

>You groan and rub your temples.

>No, you'd come too far now to give this up.

"How about those tickets? Weren't those name-registered?" you desperately try.

>Vinyl cocks her head to the side slightly as she grins at your discomfort, only aiding to upset you.

>"Nope. Why are you so interested in my paperwork anyways?" she giggles.

"BECAUSE I NEED TO KNOW WHERE THE ASSHOLE LIVES WHO FUCKING RAPED MY BEST FRIEND AT YOUR SHITTY PARTY, THAT'S WHY!" you burst out.

>All those frustrations you'd kept to yourself for the past day seemed it fit to come out right now.

"Is that mandatory for those parties of yours? For people to get raped? Because it sure seems like it."

>"Anon, calm down. What are you talking about?" Vinyl asks cautiously, taken back by your sudden outburst.

 

>You take a few moments to compose yourself again.

>You'd nearly broken your promise with that outburst of yours.

"Nothing. I can't tell."

>You shove your seat backwards and stand back up.

"Just forget I was here. Asking —you— for help was a dumb thing to do in the first place."

>She quickly gets up herself.

>"W-Wait here for a moment, I'll be right back," she yells behind her back as she trots down the hallway.

>Moments later, she returns. A sizeable, olive-green binder floating behind her in a blue aura.

>She throws it on the table and begins flipping through it quickly before looking back at you.

>"Here."

>"Around 450 tickets sold to Ponyville, 250 to Trottingham," she says, pointing towards one of the latest pages in the binder.

"I thought you said—"

>"They're not name-registered but I keep an eye on my salesnumbers from out of town."

>"Can you tell me what's going on now?"

>You sit back down at the table.

"That's all? Ponyville and Trottingham?"

>"Yes. Trottingham is about the same distance to the lake as Ponyville..."

>That certainly made things easier for you now.

>You could pretty much confirm that stallion was from Trottingham.

>Then again, Trottingham probably had more than one stallion...

>You'd need to find a way to draw him out.

>How the hell were you supposed to do that?

>You didn't know the slightest thing about the guy other than the fact that he likes to abuse those weaker than him.

>You needed something to lure him out..

>Some sort of set-up...

 

>And then, a smile spread on your face.

"Vinyl," you speak up, making the mare look up at you, "you're going to throw me a party."

>She blinks a few times, trying to process your sudden moodshift.

"And it's going to be completely free for everyone."

>That seemed to trigger a reaction her.

>"What?! I can't do that! I've got to make a living too, you know."

>Her reluctance did not aid your short temper in the slightest.

>She'd been running you on edge a bit too much this morning.

 

"I don't think you quite get it yet, Vinyl. You don't have anything to choose here."

"Either you do this for me and we're even or I'll go to the authorities and tell them about what you did to me at that so-called 'rave' of yours..."

>

>Vinyl's expression quickly turns into a sour scowl upon hearing your threats.

>

"And I don't think you only have one of those pills you gave me."

"We wouldn't want the great DJ PON-3 to be involved in a drug-scandal, would we?"

"I think that's more harmful for your reputation than a free concert."

>

>"Nobody's going to believe you! You don't have any proof that I did anything to you. That's almost been a month ago! Besides, you sure seemed to enjoy yourself well enough at the moment!"

>You chuckle, earning you yet another look of confusion from Vinyl.

>Then, as quickly as that smile had appeared on your face, it falls of to become replaced by a look of utter disdain.

"You drugged me. You raped me. And now, you've got the nerve to sit there and fucking mock me?"

"I don't think, you full well know who you're talking to."

"Let me just assure you that my friend Twilight Sparkle won't be having much trouble performing a simple memory spell on me."

"I'm also fairly confident that Princess Celestia wouldn't take very kindly to your actions, were she to be informed of them by her personal student."

>You slam your fist against the table, causing the white unicorn sitting across it to jump back in surprise.

"So don't play games with me. I'm not in the mood, Vinyl."

>You stand back up and put your coat on again.

"That concert is next Saturday. You sort it out however you want to, as long as it's in Trottingham and nobody has to pay for it."

 

"There better be advertising everywhere I look if you want to keep this between us."

>You reach for the doorknob, one foot already in the hallway.

"If I haven't heard of that concert by somepony in town by Wednesday, you're done for."

 

"Have I made myself clear?"

>Her response comes somewhat delayed, still startled from your sudden outburst.

>"Y-Yeah, I-I'll get started right away."

"Good" is all you say before you slam the door shut behind you.

 

>That went a lot more difficult than you had anticipated.

>You'd usually say you're a fairly calm and composed guy.

>But that mare sure had her ways to get under your skin.

>Not that you cared much about what Vinyl thought of you...

>You'd doubt that you and her were going to be friends after what she did to you.

>Not that it was all bad, after all it had been her who'd made you realize how much you missed Fluttershy.

>Still, you weren't exactly going to thank her for what she did.

>The only thing that mattered right now was that she'd get that concert set up so you could find the asshole who'd hurt Fluttershy.

>

>

 

>Sure enough, only two days later, the entire town was already littered with posters, pegasi flew over town dropping flyers two times a day and soon the party became the talk of the town.

>The free entrance might have had something to do with that as well, of course.

>You'd went to see Vinyl once more to add one little request to the previous one.

>To get the same bartender.

>It was one of those simple things standing right in front of you that you still managed to look past.

>If you had any luck left, then maybe he'd remember what the stallion looked like.

>As it turned out, Ponyville only had one bartender.

>Some stallion named Bluey.

>Bit of a weird name for a pony, now that you came to think of it.

>He worked at the Golden Griffon, Ponyville's go-to cafe.

>Well, seeing as it was the only cafe, there weren't a lot of other options left...

>You'd went to visit him in the past week to ask him if he remembered the little encounter he'd had.

>That day, Lady Luck decided to grace you with her presence.

 

>"That prick? Yeah, I remember him. If he weren't as pumped as a minotaur, I wouldn't mind showing him what way is up and what way is down, if you catch my drift."

"Oh, I get you alright. I've got some issues with the guy himself."

"Say, you're working at Vinyl's party this weekend, right?"

>"Sure am. From what I've heard passing around in the bar, most of town is going to be there.."

"Look, if you happen to see the guy walking there, give me a heads up, will ya?"

>He smirks at you and nods in understanding.

>"Will do, son" is all he says before turning his attention towards washing his glasses again.

>You get up and walk back towards Fluttershy's cottage.

>You couldn't shake this feeling of giddiness.

>You were finally going to get him.

 

 

>Saturday night.

>You are still Anonymous.

>Today couldn't possible have crawled by any slower.

>The fact that you've been anticipating this night for an entire week didn't do much good to that feeling.

>You told Fluttershy that you'd be sleeping at you own home tonight.

>And truth be told, you hadn't visited that place in over three weeks now.

>You can only begin to imagine the layers of dust beginning to cover all your possessions.

 

>You didn't want her to worry over what you've been planning for the past week.

>Luckily, she had no idea of the existence of the party.

>She still hadn't stepped farther outside than a couple of feet into her own yard.

>Maybe..

>Maybe, you ought to ask for help.

>She'd been recovering slowly but you were beginning to doubt whether this was something you'd be able to handle on your own.

 

>First things first though. Tonight, you'd hopefully get closure with the past.

>You'd deal with the future when it comes around.

 

>It was around nine in the evening when you ran through your morning routine for the second time today.

>A sanitary break, shower, shave and a pair of fresh clothes later, you were ready to depart for Trottingham.

>Luckily, it was only a good twenty minutes walking away.

>After saying goodbye to Fluttershy, you put on your coat and begin the trek towards the neighboring town.

>Bluey wasn't exaggerating when he said most of the town would be there.

>Left and right, ponies were walking in the same direction as you were.

>You saw that school teacher... Miss Cheerilee, you believe she was called, with glowsticks braided into her hair and different colors of hoofwarmers on both her front- and hindhooves.

>Looking around at all the different groups of ponies, sharing laughs among each other, distracted you well enough to make the walk seemingly pass by in a matter of mere minutes.

>Where the ponies you walked with began to form a line in front of the building, you walked around to the side.

>You were met by two guards, wearing their signature black vests.

>Before they could even ask you anything, you retrieve a rectangular, white card out of the pocket of your coat, trimmed with golden lining.

>In bold letters 'VIP - BACKSTAGE' was printed on it.

>"Just follow us, sir," one of them says, as they make their way to the back of the building.

>One guard steps to the side as the other opens the door for you.  

>After a couple of turns and a set of stairs, you are behind Vinyl's turntables, perfectly able to overlook the entire floor of the building.

>There weren't that many ponies in the building yet.

>Then again, it was only a little past ten.

>You look over to your left towards the bar and raise your hand at Bluey who was once more washing glasses, undoubtedly in preparation of the thirsty crowd to come.

>A solemn nod is your reply.

>

>About five minutes later, Vinyl walks up on stage.

>Nothing more than a 'Hey' and a glare is said between the both of you.

>Things had gotten a little tense.

>Looking around and roughly calculating what this gig would have costed, you had a pretty solid idea as to why she might be a bit pissed at you.

>

>A short while later, the speakers came to live and you saw Vinyl relax visibly as she came into her element.

>You alternated your focus between the entrance and the bar, looking at Bluey every once in a while.

>The longer the evening progressed, the bigger the flow of people entering became.

>And still no sign of him...

>You sigh and head towards the bar.

>You definitely could use a drink.

>

>

>The bar was absolutely swamped with ponies of all sorts and sizes shouting orders at Bluey and his crew, naming all kinds of drinks you'd never even heard of.

>He wasn't phased in the slightest, filling shot glasses with exotically colored drinks at near break-neck speeds.

>Several bits flew over the counter one way, several filled glasses came over the other way moments after.

>When he saw you, he gave one of the other ponies a small nod signaling to fall in for him for a bit and trotted over towards you.

>"What can I get ya, lad?"

"Just give me the strongest thing you've got in those bottles," you sigh.

>"No luck with your search so far?" he asks as he pours some golden liquid in a small glass.

>You take a small sip and enjoy the burning sensation flowing down your throat.

"Can't say that—"

>"HEY ASSHOLE, WHERE'S THOSE DRINKS I ORDERED?"

>Some people turn their heads towards the source of the noise, others simply chose to ignore it.

>Just another drunkard trying to cause trouble...

>Bluey however turns around at a speed that legitimately made you worry about him breaking his neck for a moment.

>On the other side of the bar, a large stallion wearing sunglasses was shouting insults at one of the other ponies working behind the bar.

>"I'd down that drink as quickly as I could if I were you, Anon."

>"There's your guy, right there," he says, pointing towards a more than bulky stallion.

>You quickly get up and walk over to the other side of the bar, rapidly maneuvering between the ponies waiting for their drinks.

>You spot the guy, still standing in front of the bar and you swing your arm

 

>over his shoulder.

"Hey buddy, what's up?"

>The stallion looks at you, clearly confused by the tall monkey almost hugging him.

>"And just who are you supposed to be?" he says, shrugging you arm of his shoulder.

"Hey man, that's no way to treat an old friend."

>You look back at the bar.

"Hey Bluey!" you shout.

"Get me one of those golden thingies you just gave me for my friend here," you say, adding a quick wink to that.

"And none of those small glasses, ya hear!"

>At the prospect of free alcohol, the stallion's weariness already seems to be watering down considerably.

>"Uhh... Jog my memory for a bit, mate. Where'd we meet again? Gym?" he asks you, a local accent very clearly present in his voice.

>Bluey comes back with a big mug, filled to the brim with the same drink you'd had moments ago and a much smaller one filled with what seemed like regular cider.

>"These are on the house, lads. Drink up."

>The both of you tap your glasses together and you both down your drink in one go, even finishing at the same time.

>The stallion smacks his lips and slams a hoof on his own chest, loudly burping short after, earning you some looks from annoyance from bystanders, before speaking up.

>"That's the stuff. Now tell me, where do I know you from? I think I'd remember something like you..."

"Don't you remember me? Well... You did have an awful lot to drink..."

"Don't you remember going to that party in Ponyville a month ago? The one in the woods? Big tent near the lake?"

"Ring any bells?"

>You stared at him intently. Even the tiniest of movements would make or break this little plan of yours.

>He gulped loudly.

>"Uuhh yeah, I think I remember you now..."

"I bet you do."

"Say, do you happen to remember my friend who was there as well?"

"A pegasus... Yellow coat, light pinkish mane... The most fragile little mare you'll ever meet?"

>The stallion did his best to keep his face as neutral as he could but your stern gaze made him visibly uncomfortable.

"Fluttershy is her name."

>He was sweating bullets now.

>"Uh no, I don't remember her. Look man, I've got to go. I've got some—"

>Your hand shoots out and grabs hold of his mane.

"You've got what? More innocent ponies to harass?"

"No, tonight you'll be partying with me."

 

"I wouldn't try to cause a scene if I were you," you whisper in his ear.

"I'm sure we can settle this as mature men."

>Strangely enough, your threatening tone of voice was enough to render the stallion completely meek.

>You'd never really considered yourself as very intimidating.

>But for a pony barely reaching your waist, a bipedal creature coming in a little over six feet that eats meat probably is pretty scary.

"Let's go outside for a moment, shall we?" you say as you kept a tight grip on the scruff of his neck.

 

 

>You made your way out of the back of the building.

>After walking around for a bit, you saw exactly what you were looking for.

>A poorly lit, small alley. The kind that you'd overlook unless you know it was there.

>You dragged the stallion along in the alley until you were sure that the both of you were obscured from the sight of strangers completely.

>You can finally drop the facade of composure.

>You throw him against a dumpster standing against the wall.

>A loud thud resonates through the alley from the impact but you weren't concerned about attracting attention.

>Most of the town would be at the party anyways.

>Even here, the dull thumping of the bass from Vinyl's music could still be heard.

"I'm going to give you one chance to redeem yourself," you say, looking down on the stallion who was still groggily laying sprawled in front of the dumpster.

"You're going to tell me exactly what you did to Fluttershy."

>When you are met with nothing but silence on his end, you walk towards him.

>Placing one of your boots over his nethers, you slowly lean forward.

"Maybe I wasn't very clear. You're going to tell me what you did to her right now or I'll make sure you'll never be able to use this thing again," you say, intensifying the pressure on your boot.

>He squirmed around on the ground before weakly groaning out.

>"Okay. Okay. Just please, stop."

>You lift your boot up and take a step back.

"I'm listening."

>He crawls up, leaning his back against the dumpster.

>"Okay, so I was at that party, just minding my own business."

>"And then your friend came along and she had a bit too much to drink and she got all flirty with me and—"

>You sigh loudly, causing the stallion to halt his confession.

"And here I was hoping we could settle this like grown men."

"I really was hoping we didn't have to resort to this."

>Before he could even fully begin to comprehend what you meant, you kick his jaw shut, causing his head to slam against the dumpster again.

 

>You follow up with a kick to the ribs.

>You're pretty sure you heard a crack somewhere and he's weakly spitting out blood.

>You stand over him and lean down.

>With one hand you press his muzzle against the concrete, balling the other into a tightly gripped fist.

"Don't".

>You punch his face with all your might.

"Fucking."

>Another pound follows swiftly.

"Lie."

>You bring your fist down on him once more.

"To."

>Your hand is glistening with a coat of blood by now.

"Me."

>You lift his head and slam it against the floor for good measure.

>You get back up and swiftly kick him in the mid-section again.

>A steady flow of blood trickles out of his right eye and his breath is raspy, in between coughs of blood.

 

"LOOK AT ME!" you yell at the cowering stallion, now desperately trying to crawl away from you through the dirt of the alley.

>His right eye was already swollen so heavily at this point that there was no actual difference between open or closed anymore, but his left eye focused on you.

>You take a deep breath and try to compose yourself.

"Listen to me and listen to me carefully."

>You crouch down and bring your face right in front of his.

>You take a hold of his muzzle and force him to be eye to eye with you.

>His eye keeps rolling away in its socket.

>You don't know whether he's about to pass out or if he's just refusing to meet your gaze.

>Not that it mattered, as long as he heard what you had to say you couldn't care less about the pathetic excuse of a man shivering in front of you.

"If you EVER set foot in Ponyville again and I WILL know if you do, you'll never need to worry about your future again because I will see to it that it ends there and then. Permanently."

 

>A shiver rolls over your back.

>All the pent up frustrations from the past weeks were coursing through you now, setting you ablaze with rage.

>There was so much hate carried in that sentence that it took you the utmost composure to keep yourself from bashing in his skull.

>You had absolutely no trouble visualizing your boot repeatedly stomping his muzzle.

>You could almost hear the crack that would resound on the impact.

>That sickening crunch of bones forcefully being torn apart sounded like music to your ears.

>You just wanted to make him beg for mercy, just like he'd done with her.

>You look down on him, squirming around amid the trash.

>It's where he belonged.

>A throne fit for a coward.

 

>You were better than that. You're better than him.

>You take a few deep breaths and try to calm down the beating of your heart.

>A murderer isn't any better than a rapist.

>It wouldn't help Fluttershy in the slightest if you got arrested.

>You stand back up and rub most of the dirt of your shirt, only tainting it with blood in the progress.

"I hope that I've made myself clear to you."

>You turn around and walk back out of the alley.

>That had been dealt with.

>It might not have been what Fluttershy wanted, but this was all the closure the both of you would get.

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~To be continued~