Title:           Little League 2
Author:          Shiggler
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First Edit:      Tuesday 21st of February 2017 10:41:44 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 21st of February 2017 10:41:44 PM CDT

>You lay back with your head staring at the ceiling.
>“Anon, why’s it going soft?”
>You don’t care to tell her, you’re a bundle of confusion.
>Just.
>You have to get out of here.
>Surely all the movement would’ve loosened your bonds even a little bit.
>Little League looks up at you with a huge grin on her face.
>“That was amazing, Nonny~”
>You don’t react to her.
>She crawls up your body and plants kisses along it as she comes to your face.
>Lips pursed, she plants one onto your lips.
>You’re motionless and just keep staring at the ceiling.
>“What’s up Anon? Didn’t you like my surprise for you?”
>Is this filly insane?
>You told her to stop at least 5 times.
“No. Get me out of here.”
>Her brow furrows and her snout scrunches up.
>If she hadn’t… well, is it rape?
>You gave into it.
>Point is, it wasn’t initially wanted so she’s done something wrong.
>You feel unclean.
>Not to mention the stickiness down there.
>“Anon, you’re my special somepony now. That’s what mom said happens when you do that with someone you love.”
>Jesus.
>This filly is deluded.
“I want to get our of here, you’re not my special somepony and what you’ve done to me is illegal!”
>You struggle and strain, trying to move away from your sort-of assailant.
>“Why are you being so unkind to your future wife? We’re going to live in holy mare-trimony whether you like it or not!”
>She’s not so bright, is she?
“I haven’t agreed to marry you! What on earth would make you think that I agreed to this?!”
>Her lip starts to quiver and her eyes well up, she looks at you with a distraught look.
“Now for the love of Celestia’s pale ass, get me out of these ropes!”
>She blubbers and stutters at you.
>“B-but they said it- You were supposed to like it!”
>She starts to weep softly and storms out of the room.
>You can’t help but feel slightly bad for making a filly upset.
>Even one as insane as this.
>Her obsessions clearly run much deeper than a little playful banter every so often.
>“Nice one, Captain Obvious,” you think to yourself.
>You hear pacing trots from downstairs.
>She must be restless.
>More distraction for you to get out of here.
>With a decisive shove, you yank your arm to find something loosening.
>It might just be…
>One last yank and your arm comes free!
>You use your free arm to loosen the rest of your bonds, and finally you have regained freedom.
>Gathering your clothes, you hear the pattering downstairs stop.
>Shit.
>Is she coming back up?
>You freeze in your spot.
>The pattering continues.
>Phew.
>Fully clothed, you look out the window.
>An escape plan is in order.
>The ground outside is at that point where you’re unsure if you’d be able to jump out without injuring yourself.
>You decide not to.
>Instead, you’re going to walk out the door. Not like she’ll have a bag full of apples to hit you with.
>Y’know what, touch wood just in case.
>You go down the stairs and see her curled up in a little ball on the couch.
>Were it another filly, it’d be cute.
>Not this one.
>She looks up at you, sniffling and gasping for breath.
>“Wh-where are you going?! How did you get out?” she manages.
>You look at her expressionless.
>Turn, and walk straight out of the door.
>Not like you owe even that smidgen to her.
>The day matches your mood.
>Bleak, grey clouds above the town.
>As you set off almost immediately you feel a tugging at your trousers.
>“Gph… baph thph!”
>She’s not strong enough for any real tugging.
>More like you’re pulling her along the ground.
>She stops, and then shouts at you.
>“Anon! Come back inside! Please!”
>You stare daggers at her.
“Why? So you can knock me out again and this time chain me up?”
>She seems to be coming around to sanity.
>“N-no... I don’t know what’s right or wrong, I just...”
>She looks to the ground and trails shapes in it with her hoof.
>Then turns to her home.
>“I don’t know. I want us to be happy together.”
>Your head is an aquarium filled with fish made of bewilderment.
>“Come back inside?”
>Head is saying not to go with her.
>So is your heart.
>But you’re doing it anyway.
>What are you doing?
>She’s a-
>But is she?
>She clearly doesn’t even understand this stuff properly.
>But does that excuse it?
>No, but.
>Plenty of buts.
“Fine. We can talk about… what just happened.”
>You shiver.
>She trots slowly, much less joy in her strides compared to earlier.
>You go back and sit down on her sofa.
>She tries to get up beside you but you shake your head.
“Over on the other chair.”
>She complies.
>Neither of you say anything for a few minutes.
>Her eyes can’t seem to keep still, they drift away from you every time they cross paths.
>You decide to break it.
“So. What exactly compelled you to do… y’know?”
>The orange filly shuffles uncomfortably.
>“I wanted to... to show how much I love you...”
>You look at the clock.
>Two fifteen.
“But that doesn’t mean you can force me to do that to you as well.”
>Her head tilts.
>You look again.
>Two sixteen.
>“But how else was I going to do it? You never responded to anything!”
>Yeah. Because she’s a filly.
>You sit back.
“You’re a filly. Back where I’m from, doing that kind of thing with a teen or a kid is very very illegal.”
>She huffs.
>“But Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom’s brother did what we did too!”
>O.
>Ono.
>“And I’ve seen Cheerilee out with Pipsqueak before!”
>Wait what?
“You what?”
>She looks at you as though it’s YOU who’s gone crazy.
>“Yeah, everyone teases him and calls him the teacher’s pet!”
>You can only wonder what the hell that entails.
>She looks at you longingly.
>“So… what I did was wrong in hooman culture?”
>Most of us, yeah.
“Yeah, we don’t normally knock out people who refuse to have sex with us.”
>She looks away.
>“Sorry...”
>The damage has been done.
>“I just didn’t know of any other way to get your attention fully.”
>One more fish to the tank.
“Did you ever think of just, y’know, asking? How else do ponies get with each other?”
>This is ridiculous.
>She turns bright red.
>“I-I thought you’d turn me down, and then we’d never talk again, and then you’d never acknowledge me when you saw me and- and- and I...”
>She starts crying again.
>“I’m so sorry, Anon!”
>You lie back and glance for the time.
>Two twenty.
“Yeah. Me too.”