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Maybe, Fluttershy. Part 3

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>You continue your run toward ponyville.
>While being extremely winded, you weren't going to stop until you reach your goal.
>The figure of the treehouse begins to take form.
>Twilight is the only one you know who could protect you from Rarity.
>She's probably the only one who would believe you as well.
>You eventuall make it to the front door.
>With a quick fling it was open.
>Twilight was sitting in the middle flipping through a few books.
>Her magic lowers the books with the sudden entrance of yourself.
>"Anon, where have you been, I haven-"
>You quickly interrupt her.
Twilight.. Rarity is..
>This is difficult, you're extremely tired.
>With your hands on your knees, you continue.
Rarity is coming after me. I need your help.
>"Why would rarity be after you." She raises a hoof in question.
>You spend the next 10 minutes explaining the situation to her.
>Leaving out only the explicit details of the rape.
>Not sure why you were even trying to keep your dignity at this point.
>She pauses for a moment once you finish.
>You watch her, awaiting an answer.
>"It's not that I don't trust you."
>Your heart sank.
>"It's just I've been friends with Rarity for years."
>"She would never never do anything like this."
Twilight. Please you need to believe me!
>You had to convince her. She is your only chance for security.
>Behind you start to hear the clop of hooves.
>You turn to check who would be interrupting you two.
>As if a supernova began within your mind.
>Your pupils dialated and your mind shivered.
>Rarity is at the door. Walking in your direction.
>You backstep as fast as you can, retreating behind Twilight.
>Despite Twilight not believing you, she steps in front.
>Not in a threatening manner, but more that of preparation.
>Rarity is levitating a small piece of paper along with her.
>On that note, where the hell are her bruises.
>The spot you knocked rarity out is completely healed.
>No red surrounding the area. Just clean and white as it had once been.
>Fucking magic...
>"Twilight! Anon!"
>"I'm so glad I could find you both."
>With a move of her horn she moves the paper to Twilight which is then taken over by her magic.
>The title of the paper reads "Monthly dress showing"
>It's that stupid event where all the designers go to show off their new products.
>"Oh and Anon, I'm so glad you're finally blending with pony culture."
>She is staring directly at your crotch.
>Almost forgot you had no chance to grab any clothes.
>With one hand you cover you junk while trying to give her a stern look.
>Is she just going to fucking pretend it never happened.
>"I almost forgot, thank you Rarity"
>Worst part.
>Twilight is buying every damn part of it.
>Rarity turns around and leaves with a final remark.
>"Hope to see you both there."
>The door is closed with magic. You turn to Twilight.
This is fucking bullshit!
>Twilight gives you a sharp look.
>She hates harsh language, even in the worst situations.
>Twilights lets out a sigh.
>"Look Anon, I think you're just having problems with Rarity like you did with Fluttershy."
>You slap your hands against your mouth. Muffling the irritated groan.
>"You can't go around saying everyp0ny is trying to rape you."
>"Maybe you can go to the showing, to try and bond with her."
>She moves the levitated paper to the front of you.
>Deciding to humor you.
>"There will be plenty of unicorns there to protect you."
>Out of anger you swipe at the paper, crunching it in your hands.
>You start heading to the door, planning to leave.
>The walk was slow, dawning on the situation.
>Twilight was the only one willing to listen to your concerns.
>The only one able to help you.
>You reach the door entrance and stop.
>Looking back you see a concerned expression on her face.
>You wanted to say that you hated her...
>But that wasn't true.
>Turning around, you exit and close the door.
>You had nowhere to go but your home at Sweet Apple Acres.
>It was an empty walk.
>There was nothing to look forward to in life.
>Rarity had won. Used you, threw you away, and moved on.
>Maybe you can just end it all.
>Not like it would change anything around here.
>You near the bridge.
>A familiar blue blur flies overhead.
>Moving downward, it is now flying by your side.
>"hooh, so that's how you look under all those clothes."
>You like Rainbow Dash, but now was clearly not the time.
>Continuing with your walk, you ignore her.
>"Hey don't ignore me pal."
>She nudges you at your side.
Go away Rainbow.
>"No way, you've been gone for like, a week."
>"You haven't been avoiding me, have ya?"
Rainbow Dash.. Go away.
>Your hate slowly being directed at her.
>You quicken your pace.
>Rainbow dash only matching the speed.
>"Look, I don't care what issues your having, but you can't just ignore your friends."
>With that you place pressure on your left foot.
>Extending your hands to push her as far away as you can.
>This damn pony was as agile in the air as anyone could be on the ground.
>With no hesitation she forces herself back your way.
>Her shoulder colliding with yours. pushing you off balance.
>Your hands extend to catch yourself.
>You hit the ground with a thud.
>Hands being only partially successful in stopping your fall.
>With a small skid, you lay there on the muddy trail.
>Your left arm and right hand holding you only slightly above the ground.
>"Jerk!" Rainbow shouts, before flying off.
>Nothing is broken or bruised.
>You could stand up and continue walking.
>But.. you don't want to.
>Staring at the ground, you start to wonder.
>Why is it not raining.
>Why do these damn pegasus have to clear the skies.
>You wanted it to rain.
>Begging in your mind to have it pour down on you.
>But alas, there is nothing.
>Nothing to hide your tears.
>It's been easily 10, maybe 15 minutes.
>Now just resting on your shoulder as you look to the side.
>The mud creating a small pocket fitting to the shape of your body.
>Having not given yourself enough of a reason to move, you lay there.
>This isn't so bad, I can die of starvation here.
>No you idiot get up.
>Why? What's the point.
>Your inner monologue not even bothering to answer the question.
>With blurry eyes, you notice a small pink and yellow blur on the bridge.
>Of course she had to show up.
>With a quick gasp she runs toward your body.
>Closing in, she stops directly in front of you.
>Eyes staring at you, as you look at her in return.
>The expression on her face showed that of mixed emotions.
>Happy to see you out of the "hospital"
>Sad to see you laying in the mud with no movement... no emotions.
>"Oh goodness anon!"
>Opening her bag she pulls out a small wash cloth.
>With it place against her nose, she begins washing your face.
>Stop it.
>"You shouldn't be laying in the mud."
>Moving the cloth down your neck and to your shoulder.
>I hate you.
>From your shoulder she continues to clean along your chest.
>"I said I'll take care of you, see."
>Leave me alone.
>With the dirty cloth in her mouth, she looks back at your face.
>How did you not notice?
>She's looking at you with a half smile.
>Tears. flooding down and even reaching the bottom half of her neck.
>"Anon.. I love you.." Almost as if she was choking
>"Please, get up... Please.."
>With your right hand you start to rub her right cheek.
>Moving your arm to the back of her neck.
>You pull in for a hug.
>You've hugged her before, this isn't anything new.
>But.. you've never felt more secure.
>Not just secure, confident even.
>These ponies are always so nice to each other.
>After a minute in your grasp, you back her head away.
>You pull yourself to a kneeling position, and from there stand up.
>She's immediately eye level with your junk, you only chuckle at the stare.
Hey Fluttershy,
>Her head perks upward to meet yours.
You wouldn't happen to have any spare clothes?
>She opens her bag once again and takes out a pair of pants.
>You figured.
>Your clothes go missing daily.
Can we go to your cottage, I would like to stay at your place tonight.
>Unable to vocally express her feelings, she squees, rubbing the side of your hip.
>At a slow pace, you both start walking toward her cottage.
>having arrived at the cottage, Fluttershy immediately cooks up some hot food.
>It was great, considering the crap you've been fed for the past week.
>While eating you take a look at the bag she layed down in the chair next to you.
>More of my clothing, personal supplies and.. the paper you had in your hand.
>Reaching over you withdraw the paper and uncrumble it.
>The stupid showing.
>On it detailed the events to take place along with other useless information.
>But, Twilight could be right. Maybe you should just give it a try.
Hey, Fluttershy.
>You call out her name, still cooking more food which wasn't really necessary.
>She walks in with her apron on.
>It's kinda cute.
Do you mind if I go to the dress showing with you?
>She always talks about these, helping the others deliver the clothes to the stage and such.
>Her mouth opens in a smile.
>"Oh! Yay. Yes Anon."
>"Is uhm.."
>She's rubbing her hoofs together.
>"Is dressing up your fetish?"
>You try to hold back a laugh, only to fail and let it through.
>Blushing, she turns her head in embarrassment.
Not quite, but maybe you're getting close.
>Her ears perk upward.
>That should cheer her up.
>The next day comes. You felt amazing.
>Having slept in a bed and being able to move upon waking up.
>The pleasure of being able to stretch your limbs in any fashion.
>Walking to the kitchen you notice Fluttershy is already cooking.
>She offered to sleep on the couch and would have it no other way.
>With a quick meal, you are ready to start the day.
>It was the day of the showing, and Fluttershy had some work to do.
>You offered to help her with whatever she needed.
>One of her roles was to take all of the clothing to the destination.
>You two head out and stop at several shops and homes picking up different style of dresses.
>Pony fashion is very limited.
>Thick edges with thin inner parts that all connect near the neck.
>It could always be connected near the waste, but that seemed too country for them.
>All of the stops were complete, including the one at Rarity's shop.
>She simply ignored my presence.
>Now heading to where the showing was to take place.
>It's just a small building at the south part of ponyville.
>The whole building was raised several feet off the ground.
>For construction reasons that you never really understood or cared about.
>Upon entering, it's exactly what you would expect.
>Empty seats all facing toward a single tall stage that lead through the middle of the room.
>Having dropped off the clothing, it was time to hang the banner.
>"There's a ladder next to the stage." Fluttershy says, motioning toward the side.
>You grab the ladder and hold the sign while Fluttershy nails it inward.
>Fluttershy spends the next 30 minutes touching up small details, and then it was time to go.
>A few hours pass and it's time for the showing.
>The majority of the guest have arrived, it was mere minutes from starting.
>Rarity was to be the first to show, mainly to spark interest in the crowd.
>It's no lie, her work is stunning.
>With the show nearing the start time.
>The lights dim to further light the stage.
>Rarity appears on stage to introduce everyone.
>She looked so confident.
>Hundreds of ponies watching her every move.
>She begins with a little twirl to show off the complete dress.
>Voices of agreement emit from the crowd.
>With a slow start, she starts walking down the center.
>Confidence like that cannot be silenced, the crowd eating up every moment.
>Halfway down now, everything going as she wanted.
>Until...
>A tug on the back of her dress, seems to have caught in the floor.
>With the landing of her hoof she's looking to quickly fix this issue.
>Only with one problem, as she turns, the ground below her gives out.
>The ground ahead of her collapses with ease.
>Breaking at each point that you altered a few hours ago.
>The dress still snagged in the flooring behind her.
>Rarity is a quick thinker though.
>With a quick glimmer you can notice light emit from her horn.
>This was only to be silenced by a purple surface surrounding the horn.
>You see, it was important for Rarity to remind Twilight about the showing.
>It is her monthly job to secure the stage with a magical spell of her own.
>Unicorns have, in the past, cheated.
>Using illuminating spells to make their dresses seem more attractive.
>Rarity continues to fall, twisting sideways to almost meet your eyes.
>You are grinning.
>Never meaning to start this smile, but it was happening.
>A very thin line restraining you from outright laughing.
>The colts in the front row were quick to act, moving out of their seats to assist her.
>Moves only to be halted by the same purple surface.
>Encompassing the entire stage, each touch sending a purple sensation outward.
>Jealous designers have done whatever they could to upstage the others.
>Slipping small pieces of paper under the walker to have them trip.
>This was a simple fix for Twilight, though.
>Everything continued to move slowly.
>You wanted it that way, to savour this moment.
>Pegasus beginning the flapping of their wings.
>Mares lifting out of their seat.
>Colts lunging forward in an attempt to help.
>unicorns attempting their spells, only to hit the barrier.
>Fluttershy moving her head toward your chest. To shield her view.
>Then.. you heard it.
>A snapping noise that seemed to echo through the building.
>Life bounced back to normal speed.
>Ponies alike banging on the purple barrier that seems to be pulsing now.
>Pegasus trying to either find another way in or have left to seek help.
>unicorns using their magic, like fireworks, made attempt after attempt.
>Fluttershy bawling her eyes out on your chest.
>Rarity hanging there, emotionless, eyes closed.
>You just sat there, grinning.
>A single tear making a clear exit from your eye.
>This was your audience.
>Minutes pass with each pony finally winding down.
>Authorities having shown up and Twilight contacted to remove the spell.
>You sat there in the same seat. Fluttershy still crying.
>She starts to murmur some inaudible words.
>You pull her away, giving her room to talk.
>Slowly she goes,
>"Anon..."
>Choking on any attempt to continue.
Yes, Fluttershy?
>"Is .."
>She's having difficulty controlling her mouth.
>"Is crying your fetish."
>She stares into your eyes, hers bloodshot from this whole episode.
>You begin to rub the back of her neck.
Maybe, Fluttershy.
..Maybe
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>You continue your run toward ponyville.
>While being extremely winded, you weren't going to stop until you reach your goal.
>The figure of the treehouse begins to take form.
>Twilight is the only one you know who could protect you from Rarity.
>She's probably the only one who would believe you as well.
>You eventuall make it to the front door.
>With a quick fling it was open.
>Twilight was sitting in the middle flipping through a few books.
>Her magic lowers the books with the sudden entrance of yourself.
>"Anon, where have you been, I haven-"
>You quickly interrupt her.
Twilight.. Rarity is..
>This is difficult, you're extremely tired.
>With your hands on your knees, you continue.
Rarity is coming after me. I need your help.
>"Why would rarity be after you." She raises a hoof in question.
>You spend the next 10 minutes explaining the situation to her.
>Leaving out only the explicit details of the rape.
>Not sure why you were even trying to keep your dignity at this point.
>She pauses for a moment once you finish.
>You watch her, awaiting an answer.
>"It's not that I don't trust you."
>Your heart sank. 
>"It's just I've been friends with Rarity for years."
>"She would never never do anything like this."
Twilight. Please you need to believe me!
>You had to convince her. She is your only chance for security.
>Behind you start to hear the clop of hooves.
>You turn to check who would be interrupting you two.
>As if a supernova began within your mind.
>Your pupils dialated and your mind shivered.
>Rarity is at the door. Walking in your direction.

>You backstep as fast as you can, retreating behind Twilight.
>Despite Twilight not believing you, she steps in front.
>Not in a threatening manner, but more that of preparation.
>Rarity is levitating a small piece of paper along with her.
>On that note, where the hell are her bruises.
>The spot you knocked rarity out is completely healed.
>No red surrounding the area. Just clean and white as it had once been.
>Fucking magic...
>"Twilight! Anon!"
>"I'm so glad I could find you both."
>With a move of her horn she moves the paper to Twilight which is then taken over by her magic.
>The title of the paper reads "Monthly dress showing"
>It's that stupid event where all the designers go to show off their new products.
>"Oh and Anon, I'm so glad you're finally blending with pony culture."
>She is staring directly at your crotch.
>Almost forgot you had no chance to grab any clothes.
>With one hand you cover you junk while trying to give her a stern look.
>Is she just going to fucking pretend it never happened.
>"I almost forgot, thank you Rarity" 
>Worst part.
>Twilight is buying every damn part of it.
>Rarity turns around and leaves with a final remark.
>"Hope to see you both there."
>The door is closed with magic. You turn to Twilight.
This is fucking bullshit!

>Twilight gives you a sharp look. 
>She hates harsh language, even in the worst situations.
>Twilights lets out a sigh.
>"Look Anon, I think you're just having problems with Rarity like you did with Fluttershy."
>You slap your hands against your mouth. Muffling the irritated groan.
>"You can't go around saying everyp0ny is trying to rape you."
>"Maybe you can go to the showing, to try and bond with her."
>She moves the levitated paper to the front of you.
>Deciding to humor you.
>"There will be plenty of unicorns there to protect you."
>Out of anger you swipe at the paper, crunching it in your hands.
>You start heading to the door, planning to leave.
>The walk was slow, dawning on the situation.
>Twilight was the only one willing to listen to your concerns.
>The only one able to help you.
>You reach the door entrance and stop.
>Looking back you see a concerned expression on her face.
>You wanted to say that you hated her...
>But that wasn't true.
>Turning around, you exit and close the door.

>You had nowhere to go but your home at Sweet Apple Acres.
>It was an empty walk.
>There was nothing to look forward to in life.
>Rarity had won. Used you, threw you away, and moved on.
>Maybe you can just end it all.
>Not like it would change anything around here.
>You near the bridge.
>A familiar blue blur flies overhead.
>Moving downward, it is now flying by your side.
>"hooh, so that's how you look under all those clothes."
>You like Rainbow Dash, but now was clearly not the time.
>Continuing with your walk, you ignore her.
>"Hey don't ignore me pal."
>She nudges you at your side.
Go away Rainbow.
>"No way, you've been gone for like, a week."
>"You haven't been avoiding me, have ya?"
Rainbow Dash.. Go away.
>Your hate slowly being directed at her.
>You quicken your pace. 
>Rainbow dash only matching the speed.
>"Look, I don't care what issues your having, but you can't just ignore your friends."
>With that you place pressure on your left foot.
>Extending your hands to push her as far away as you can.
>This damn pony was as agile in the air as anyone could be on the ground.
>With no hesitation she forces herself back your way.
>Her shoulder colliding with yours. pushing you off balance.
>Your hands extend to catch yourself.

>You hit the ground with a thud.
>Hands being only partially successful in stopping your fall.
>With a small skid, you lay there on the muddy trail.
>Your left arm and right hand holding you only slightly above the ground.
>"Jerk!" Rainbow shouts, before flying off.
>Nothing is broken or bruised.
>You could stand up and continue walking.
>But.. you don't want to.
>Staring at the ground, you start to wonder.
>Why is it not raining.
>Why do these damn pegasus have to clear the skies.
>You wanted it to rain.
>Begging in your mind to have it pour down on you.
>But alas, there is nothing.
>Nothing to hide your tears.

>It's been easily 10, maybe 15 minutes.
>Now just resting on your shoulder as you look to the side.
>The mud creating a small pocket fitting to the shape of your body.
>Having not given yourself enough of a reason to move, you lay there.
>This isn't so bad, I can die of starvation here.
>No you idiot get up.
>Why? What's the point.
>Your inner monologue not even bothering to answer the question.
>With blurry eyes, you notice a small pink and yellow blur on the bridge.
>Of course she had to show up.
>With a quick gasp she runs toward your body.
>Closing in, she stops directly in front of you.
>Eyes staring at you, as you look at her in return.
>The expression on her face showed that of mixed emotions.
>Happy to see you out of the "hospital" 
>Sad to see you laying in the mud with no movement... no emotions.
>"Oh goodness anon!"
>Opening her bag she pulls out a small wash cloth.
>With it place against her nose, she begins washing your face.
>Stop it.
>"You shouldn't be laying in the mud."
>Moving the cloth down your neck and to your shoulder.
>I hate you.
>From your shoulder she continues to clean along your chest.
>"I said I'll take care of you, see."
>Leave me alone.
>With the dirty cloth in her mouth, she looks back at your face.
>How did you not notice?
>She's looking at you with a half smile.
>Tears. flooding down and even reaching the bottom half of her neck.
>"Anon.. I love you.." Almost as if she was choking
>"Please, get up... Please.."

>With your right hand you start to rub her right cheek.
>Moving your arm to the back of her neck. 
>You pull in for a hug. 
>You've hugged her before, this isn't anything new.
>But.. you've never felt more secure.
>Not just secure, confident even. 
>These ponies are always so nice to each other.
>After a minute in your grasp, you back her head away.
>You pull yourself to a kneeling position, and from there stand up.
>She's immediately eye level with your junk, you only chuckle at the stare.
Hey Fluttershy,
>Her head perks upward to meet yours.
You wouldn't happen to have any spare clothes?
>She opens her bag once again and takes out a pair of pants.
>You figured. 
>Your clothes go missing daily.
Can we go to your cottage, I would like to stay at your place tonight.
>Unable to vocally express her feelings, she squees, rubbing the side of your hip.
>At a slow pace, you both start walking toward her cottage.

>having arrived at the cottage, Fluttershy immediately cooks up some hot food.
>It was great, considering the crap you've been fed for the past week.
>While eating you take a look at the bag she layed down in the chair next to you.
>More of my clothing, personal supplies and.. the paper you had in your hand.
>Reaching over you withdraw the paper and uncrumble it.
>The stupid showing.
>On it detailed the events to take place along with other useless information.
>But, Twilight could be right. Maybe you should just give it a try.
Hey, Fluttershy.
>You call out her name, still cooking more food which wasn't really necessary.
>She walks in with her apron on.
>It's kinda cute.
Do you mind if I go to the dress showing with you?
>She always talks about these, helping the others deliver the clothes to the stage and such.
>Her mouth opens in a smile.
>"Oh! Yay. Yes Anon."
>"Is uhm.."
>She's rubbing her hoofs together.
>"Is dressing up your fetish?"
>You try to hold back a laugh, only to fail and let it through.
>Blushing, she turns her head in embarrassment. 
Not quite, but maybe you're getting close.
>Her ears perk upward.
>That should cheer her up.

>The next day comes. You felt amazing.
>Having slept in a bed and being able to move upon waking up.
>The pleasure of being able to stretch your limbs in any fashion.
>Walking to the kitchen you notice Fluttershy is already cooking.
>She offered to sleep on the couch and would have it no other way.
>With a quick meal, you are ready to start the day.
>It was the day of the showing, and Fluttershy had some work to do.
>You offered to help her with whatever she needed.
>One of her roles was to take all of the clothing to the destination.
>You two head out and stop at several shops and homes picking up different style of dresses.
>Pony fashion is very limited.
>Thick edges with thin inner parts that all connect near the neck.
>It could always be connected near the waste, but that seemed too country for them.
>All of the stops were complete, including the one at Rarity's shop.
>She simply ignored my presence.
>Now heading to where the showing was to take place.
>It's just a small building at the south part of ponyville.
>The whole building was raised several feet off the ground.
>For construction reasons that you never really understood or cared about.
>Upon entering, it's exactly what you would expect.
>Empty seats all facing toward a single tall stage that lead through the middle of the room.
>Having dropped off the clothing, it was time to hang the banner.
>"There's a ladder next to the stage." Fluttershy says, motioning toward the side.
>You grab the ladder and hold the sign while Fluttershy nails it inward.
>Fluttershy spends the next 30 minutes touching up small details, and then it was time to go.

>A few hours pass and it's time for the showing.
>The majority of the guest have arrived, it was mere minutes from starting.
>Rarity was to be the first to show, mainly to spark interest in the crowd.
>It's no lie, her work is stunning.
>With the show nearing the start time. 
>The lights dim to further light the stage.
>Rarity appears on stage to introduce everyone.
>She looked so confident.
>Hundreds of ponies watching her every move.
>She begins with a little twirl to show off the complete dress.
>Voices of agreement emit from the crowd.
>With a slow start, she starts walking down the center.
>Confidence like that cannot be silenced, the crowd eating up every moment.
>Halfway down now, everything going as she wanted.
>Until...
>A tug on the back of her dress, seems to have caught in the floor.
>With the landing of her hoof she's looking to quickly fix this issue.
>Only with one problem, as she turns, the ground below her gives out.

>The ground ahead of her collapses with ease.
>Breaking at each point that you altered a few hours ago.
>The dress still snagged in the flooring behind her.
>Rarity is a quick thinker though.
>With a quick glimmer you can notice light emit from her horn.
>This was only to be silenced by a purple surface surrounding the horn.
>You see, it was important for Rarity to remind Twilight about the showing.
>It is her monthly job to secure the stage with a magical spell of her own.
>Unicorns have, in the past, cheated.
>Using illuminating spells to make their dresses seem more attractive.
>Rarity continues to fall, twisting sideways to almost meet your eyes.
>You are grinning.
>Never meaning to start this smile, but it was happening.
>A very thin line restraining you from outright laughing.
>The colts in the front row were quick to act, moving out of their seats to assist her.
>Moves only to be halted by the same purple surface.
>Encompassing the entire stage, each touch sending a purple sensation outward.
>Jealous designers have done whatever they could to upstage the others.
>Slipping small pieces of paper under the walker to have them trip.
>This was a simple fix for Twilight, though.
>Everything continued to move slowly.
>You wanted it that way, to savour this moment.
>Pegasus beginning the flapping of their wings.
>Mares lifting out of their seat.
>Colts lunging forward in an attempt to help.
>unicorns attempting their spells, only to hit the barrier.
>Fluttershy moving her head toward your chest. To shield her view.
>Then.. you heard it.

>A snapping noise that seemed to echo through the building.
>Life bounced back to normal speed.
>Ponies alike banging on the purple barrier that seems to be pulsing now.
>Pegasus trying to either find another way in or have left to seek help.
>unicorns using their magic, like fireworks, made attempt after attempt.
>Fluttershy bawling her eyes out on your chest.
>Rarity hanging there, emotionless, eyes closed.
>You just sat there, grinning.
>A single tear making a clear exit from your eye.
>This was your audience.
>Minutes pass with each pony finally winding down.
>Authorities having shown up and Twilight contacted to remove the spell.
>You sat there in the same seat. Fluttershy still crying.
>She starts to murmur some inaudible words.
>You pull her away, giving her room to talk.
>Slowly she goes,
>"Anon..."
>Choking on any attempt to continue.
Yes, Fluttershy?
>"Is .."
>She's having difficulty controlling her mouth.
>"Is crying your fetish." 
>She stares into your eyes, hers bloodshot from this whole episode.
>You begin to rub the back of her neck.
Maybe, Fluttershy.

..Maybe

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