Stumbleine Part II

>You wake up alone in bed.

>A tiny bed.

>What happened?

>Fluttershy...

>It all comes rushing back to you.

>You were raped.

>By a pony.

>You throw the blankets off and scramble around looking for her.

>Sunlight streams through the windows.

>A bird sits on the sill, chirping out into the morning.

Flutter-

>You cut yourself off and jump up to get dressed.

>Your stomach and crotch have a dry crust formed on them.

>You bend over and puke into a potted plant.

>There's movement downstairs.

>Fluttershy.

>Looking around for escape routes, you come to only one conclusion.

>The window.

>You shoo the bird away and look out.

>The second story drop wouldn't kill you but... It would hurt.

Think think think...

>Sheets!

>You start working on tying sheets together, finding extras in a dresser.

>The same dresser is also large enough to support your weight.

>You tie the end of the sheet chain to a leg of the dresser and toss the rest out the window.

>They hit the ground with a couple feet to spare.

Perfect.

>You hoist yourself up and get ready to repel.

>You give the sheets a tug.

>Good thing you're not one of those obese kids.

 

 

>As luck would have it, there was no window on this side of the house down below.

>But if Fluttershy came up to her room anytime soon...

>You back out and begin lowering yourself.

>At least this secret agent stuff was keeping your mind off what happened last night.

>Halfway there.

>Where would you go after this?

>Pinkie Pie?

>Maybe Sweetie Belle.

>Would anyone believe that you were sexually assaulted by Fluttershy?

>No chance right?

>She's the element of kindness...

>In your lapse of concentration, your hand slips.

>Your feet slide off the wall and you grab onto the sheets for dear life.

AH!

>Your body spins and your back slams into the wall.

Oof!

>The force causes you to lose your grip with your sweaty palms.

>The ground approaches fast.

>You close your eyes.

>*SNAP*

 

 

AHHHHH!

>You scream and roll over onto your back clenching your left wrist with your right hand.

>You can't help but cry from the pain.

>You look down,

>It's broken.

>You can't feel your fingers, they're stuck slightly bent, your whole hand cocked at an odd angle.

>You try to silence your screams and hobble onto your knees.

>She will hear you.

>You manage a few steps before you fall to one knee and hiss through your teeth.

Dammit dammit dammit...

>"Oh my goodness Anon what happened?!"

>You look back in fear.

>Fluttershy flies toward you looking worried.

>She puts a hoof on your shoulder as you try to crawl away.

Go away! Leave me alone!

>She backs away.

>You lay on your back in the grass sniffling and cradling  your wrist.

>"O-oh no! I-it's broken!"

>She approaches again and tries to examine it.

>You roll away and hide it from her prying hooves.

Go away you freak! Don't touch me!

>The pain is making your voice shake.

>You feel her hoof on your shoulder again.

>This time you don't move.

>You try to catch your breath through the throbbing pain.

>"You're not thinking clearly from the p-pain... I'll get you inside."

>She starts to scoop you up.

Put me down! DON'T TOUCH ME! You... y-you rapist!

>She struggles to fly with you in her arms.

>"I'll fix you, don't worry my little Anon."

>She carries you back into her house.

>You weren't able to escape...

>She had you now.

>The door closes behind her.

>That's when you know you're truly trapped.

 

 

>Two days later.

>Your wrist is now wrapped in thick bandages.

>The pain of Fluttershy resetting it had been excruciating.

>She had gotten an herb for the pain.

>You had spent the last two days in a daze on her couch.

>That herb was meant for ponies.

>Not humans.

>The red root made reality fuzzy.

>All you could do was drool on yourself and groan.

>Unable to resist her even when you were sober enough to make out her face.

>She just kept feeding you the herb.

>Spoon feeding you.

>Touching you.

>Undressing you.

>Kissing you.

>She had to help you use the bathroom.

>Pinkie Pie had come by earlier asking about you.

>Fluttershy hid you under a pile of blankets.

>"I haven't seen him s-since he went to look for his home Pinkie Pie... Maybe he found it."

>Then she was gone.

>You wanted to scream out for Pinkie.

>The herb made it so your tongue didn't cooperate with your brain.

>You could only make pathetic gurgling noises as the pink pony bounced away from the cottage.

>Fluttershy returns and pulls the blanket off of you.

>"That was a close one Anon," she uses babytalk, "now I have you all to myself again."

>She rubs her face against your cheek.

>"You're right where you belong Anon."

>Her lips graze your forhead.

>"Soon you'll forget all about that other place."

>"Soon you'll realize,"

>Fluttershy slides the blanket off the rest of your body and exposes your naked form.

>"You are home."

 

 

>Four days since breaking your wrist.

>Four days of hell.

>Fluttershy keeping you drugged up.

>She keeps touching you.

>She hardly ever leaves her home and when she does, she dopes you up heavily.

>You are faintly conscious during the times she is gone.

>This makes it seem like she's always there.

>But,

>You can feel yourself building a tolerance to it already.

>Fluttershy doesn't notice.

>In fact, she hasn't noticed you have been spitting some of the herb out now.

>Each moment, you're coming back to reality.

>Then it happens.

>Fluttershy is up in her bedroom.

>You get a sudden flash of clarity.

>You test sitting up.

>It takes a lot of effort, but it works.

>Now to stand.

>You slowly push yourself up on your right arm.

>Good, you're standing.

>You take a step.

>The world shakes in your vision and you stumble.

>Your left hand shoots out to a chair and catches it.

>There's surprisingly no pain in your fractured wrist thanks to the herb.

>You can do this...

>You shuffle like a zombie to the door.

>Making sure to open it as silently as you can, you take your first breath of fresh air in days.

>It's night.

>The moon brightly lights up the forest around Fluttershy's cottage.

>You begin your slow trek down the dirt road.

>Never looking back.

 

 

>You make it to Sugarcube Corner.

>The trip there was hard.

>You fell a few times.

>Your body is covered in sweat and you're out of breath.

>The herb has worn off mostly with your work.

>You feel nauseous and collapse on the entrance to the shop.

>With your last reserves of strength you reach out and knock on the door.

>After a while of laying there it opens.

>Pinkie Pie stands there sleepily with a night cap on her frizzy mane.

>"Hoozit? Isss really late you kno-"

>She looks down and sees you.

>"Anon? Anon..."

>She rubs her eyes and her mane shoots out in surprise,

>"Anon what happened?!"

>You wrap a hand around her hoof.

Please... Help...

>Everything goes black as you slip into unconsciousness.

>You dream Fluttershy is chasing you through a field.

>You are naked and scared.

>Pinkie Pie and Sweetie Belle laugh at you near the edge of the forest.

>You see your parents ahead, holding their hands out for you.

>No matter how fast you run, they never seem to get closer.

>But Fluttershy does.

>You see a purple pony off to the side.

>Twilight Sparkle.

>"Did you enjoy your time?"

>You reach out for your mother.

>Her head turns into Twilight's and she speaks using your mother's voice.

>"We all just want to wake up."

>You bolt up out of your sleep with a gasp.

>"Oh my, you're finally awake."

 

 

>Pinkie Pie stands inches from you staring with a large smile.

>You're in a bed.

>The sheets, blankets and pillow cases are all pink.

>Actually, almost everything in the room is pink.

>This must be her room.

>It's day.

>The sun shines over your face.

>You wrap your arms around Pinkie and squeeze her tightly in a hug.

>She giggles.

Thank you thank you thank you!

>You realize you're naked.

>You had been naked when you escaped Fluttershy's...

>You let her go and make sure your lower half is covered by the blanket.

>Pinkie cocks her head, "you were in pretty bad shape last night. I had to wrap your paw up again because of the dirt... Did you break it?"

>You examine the fresh bandages.

Pinkie Pie... I- I need to tell you something.

>She smiles, "I like secrets, is it a secret?!"

>You fidget uncomfortably.

It's about Fluttershy, she-

>Pinkie gasps,

>"I almost forgot! You have a visitor!"

>She zips to the door and opens it.

>Fluttershy stands there looking worried.

>Your heart sinks.

>"Oh my little Anon, I found you!"

>She walks toward you.

>"Let's go home."

>Her eyes bore into yours.

>Pinkie Pie interjects, "Shouldn't he rest a bit more?"

>Fluttershy's gaze never leaves yours.

>"I think we will be okay."

>"I promise we'll be perfect."

 

 

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