Fatal Fluttershy Part 3

>You got ready that evening to hang out with Pinkie, but you had a feeling Fluttershy wasn’t ready to give up.

>As you stood in front of the bathroom mirror and groomed yourself, those thoughts pervaded your mind.

>Fluttershy was becoming more like... her. You felt yourself clenching your teeth and frowning.

>You could practically feel Fluttershy trying to invade your space, wanting to touch and grab you like a piece of meat.

> Just like that aquamarine pony...

>In the mirror, you saw something move.

>Calm down Anon, you just need your medication. You reach into the medicine cabinet and grabbed a pill.

>You stared at yourself in the mirror, gripping the edge of the sink.

>You look like you haven’t slept for a while yourself. Hopefully Pinkie will be forgiving of your appearance, she is very understanding after all.

>You finish getting ready and head out the door. You took extra pains to make sure all windows and doors were locked.

>Knowing that Fluttershy took photos of you while you were sleeping was reason enough to give her a thrashing.

>You weren’t like that. Sure you could get angry and yell, but you didn’t want to physically hurt anyone. Especially not after what happened a year ago.

>Fluttershy will have to learn to deal with this the hard way.

>You headed over to Pinkies place where she greeted you with open arms and a hug.

>Taking her to a nice restaurant, you both indulged in each other’s presence and had a nice conversation over dinner.

>You got to learn more about her, and she was interested to hear all about the world you came from.

>You both treated yourself to some after dinner wine as you carried on your conversation.

>She was a terrible drunk. You meant that in the best possible way.

>You both walk around Ponyville for a while; she had a way of making you forget your troubles.

>Walking her back to her place and saying good night she asks biting her lower lip, “Wanna come in for a bit?” she was still tipsy.

>Oh shit. Wat do?

>You could feel your cheeks burn in and you stammered, but Pinkie grabs a hold of you and literally tosses you into her home.

>Pinkie pushes you onto the couch and sits on your lap facing you.

Pinkie, I don’t know. I know you’re a pony but....

>You look into her eyes, and your heart just melts.

>Fuck what they might think back home, in your heart this felt right.

>Pinkie grabs your shirt collar and pulls you in for a kiss. Your lips meet and her kiss wasn’t forceful as you both embraced each other.

>Closing your eyes, you hold onto her as her tongue gently invades your mouth. She inhales gently and makes it clear she does not want to let go for a second.

>Running your fingers through her mane, and gently rubbing behind her ear she begins to moan softly through her kissing.

>Her hips begin to rub up and down on the bulge in your pants. She finally pulls away from the kiss, a trail of saliva trailing from her lips to yours.

>She plants her face on your neck, inhaling your scent and starts to nibble your ear and proceeds to tenderly lick your neck.

>You weren’t sure what to do next, but Pinkie grabs your hand and placed it on her flank. You began to massage her soft supple flanks, her moaning became louder.

>You breathed in her natural smell, her mane smelled wonderful.

>She slides off you and begins to clumsily play at your pants.

Pinkie, you don’t have to...

>”Please Anon? I promise it will feel really good.” She looks at you with her beautiful eyes.

>You didn’t want to be apprehensive about this, so you oblige Pinkie.

>Undoing your buckle, you slowly unzip your pants as Pinkie stares at you crotch in anticipation. All that was left was your boxer shorts.

>You undid the single button and out popped your erect member. Pinkie was almost mesmerized by it, but she quickly gets to work.

>She slides her tongue slowly from the base all the way to the tip, tantalizing the sensitive nerve endings.

>You grip the cushions on the couch; you close your eyes and steady your breathing. It’s been a while since you felt the proper touch of a female.

>Swirling the tip of her tongue around the head on your cock, she teases you further.

>Her hot breath envelops your member, but she softly speaks your name, “Anon...” causing you to open your eyes and look into hers.

>She brings her hot wet mouth onto your member and sucks the tip with a light audible sound. She shifts her focus between your dick in her mouth and to your eyes.

>Her tongue ravishes the tip of your cock as pleasure melts your lower body.

>She finally takes the rest of you into her mouth as you can feel the warmth and moist environment overtake you.

>She slowly works her whole mouth up and down your solid shaft; you can feel the back of her throat.

>Her mouth is sucking on your entire length, almost like it was trying to milk you for your seed.

>You instinctively reach out and place your hands on her head, rubbing your fingers through her mane as she did her work.

>You felt yourself on the edge as you couldn’t hold out much longer. You utter a few sounds and Pinkie knows what to expect.

>She bobs her head faster and you finally release your hot white seed into her mouth.

>You gasp is relief while her mouth continues to suck eagerly, not wanting to waste a single drop.

>Her mouth slips off your rock solid with a slight pop while she still tries to coax anymore of your seed out and laps up any remains.

Wow...

>That’s all you could utter.

>But Pinkie wasn’t done yet, she climbs back onto your lap, straddling you and holds her member with one hoof and places just the tip of it into her wet love hole.

>Biting her lower lip, she slowly gyrates her hips, teasing the tip of your cock with her warm velvety marehood.

>You placed your hands on her waist, wanting to push her down on you and feel her, put she pins your hands back playfully.

>Leaning in, she kisses you passionately while her vagina flows with her love juices all over your dick.

>She finally gives in and puts her full weight onto your cock, taking you all the way in to the base.

>It was much tighter and hotter than you thought; even Pinkie couldn’t help but wince in slight pain.

You OK Pinkie?

>She just brushes it off with a giggle and starts to slowly pull herself up, but pushes down even harder. You could feel her winking marehood contacting and squeezing.

>Pumping up and down, she starts to pant faster. The sensation was so intense, you felt like you were going to cum again even harder.

>She stopped pumping and slowly sank back on top of you. She wrapped her arms around your neck, inhaled more of your natural musk and grinded her hips right onto you.

>You could feel every bit of her vagina caressing your member as she kept you inside her. Pinkie was moaning even louder this time.

>Smelling her mane and the pheromones of her juices, you started to lift your hips upwards into her. She continued to pump up and down.

>Her pussy finally put the clamp on you as she yelped through her orgasm; you ejaculated along side with her.

>Her hot mare juices mixed with your semen as you could feel the hot mixture stir inside her.

>Both of you were breathing hard, eyes closed. You slowly collapse onto the couch with Pinkie laying on top of you.

>Opening your eyes, you look up t Pinkie as she looks at you and starts to giggle. You couldn’t help but chuckle yourself as you held onto her and gave her another kiss.

>Both of you feel asleep on her couch that night, basking in the warm afterglow of what transpired that evening.

>But the two of you weren’t alone that evening.

>A set of prying eyes watched as you both fell asleep in each others embrace.

>That morning, you woke up early and cooked breakfast for Pinkie. She woke up, beaming with energy and happiness that even threw you off guard.

>You spent a good part of the morning with her, and the conversation shifted to you and what you wanted to do with your life in Ponyville.

Well, for almost the last year I’ve been physically training myself and strengthening my body. The only problem is that my left ankle might not fully recover.

>Pinkie popped the question, “I’m sure the others will..” you interrupted

Not ot be rude, but I already tried. AJ thinks I might injure myself on her farm. Twilight doesn’t need help since she has Spike and her owl. Rarity would prefer someone that knows how to stitch and has a sense of fashion. Not to mention that Rainbow flies as its part of her job requirement. I also talked to the Cakes, but since you work there, there are no jobs available.

>Pinkie thought for a moment, “Well... you are super nice, Anon. Have you ever thought of working to help other ponies?”

How so?

>She jumps with excitement in her chair, “You could work at the local hospital!”

>Huh... you didn’t have any medical training, but you did know some first aid.

Would they even take me on? Don’t I have to go to school for that?

>”I know somep0ny that works there and I can put in a good word for you.” Her smile radiates.

If you think I should, then I’ll try. But are you sure they’ll want a human working there?

>”Well duh! You have something they don’t...” she paused, waiting for you to fill the blank.

>You gave her a blank stare. You were sometimes slow like that.

Uh....

>She giggles, “Your hands, silly! A human with your talents and magical hands like that...” she flashes a wink at you “... is sure to be an asset to the medical team!”

>She did have a point, but it was too soon to tell.

>You both went to the hospital and Pinkie did what she could to convince them to hire you. They seemed reluctant at first, but they were willing to train you and see how well you do.

>You gave Pinkie a huge hug and a kiss in front of the doctors. They were right to look a tad bit confused, but it wasn’t long before everyone knew that Pinkie was dating the local human.

>The next couple of weeks were the best. You began to learn more about pony anatomy and soon you would be able to help out your fellow... pony.

>And the best part is, no Fluttershy. She hasn’t shown her face ever since your last encounter. You knew she would eventually give up.

>You couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for her. Poor thing lives all by herself with her critters; it has to be lonely up there. Maybe if she wasn’t so crazy, then she could find a nice stallion.

>You spent more time with Pinkie as well and got to know her. You hanged out with the others occasionally, but you felt Fluttershy should be the one to apologize first before you would see her again.

>When you asked the others about Fluttershy, they said she didn’t show up around that much, but her behaviour wasn’t that odd recently either.

>Weeks later, the doctors were glad that you’ve been making progress. You weren’t a real doctor, but you could perform fine motor skills that would require a unicorn and lots of concentration.

>Soon you were helping ponies recover, and you even spent some of your extra time volunteering with the patients and the little colts and fillies.

>You read stories to them, played games and with the doctors permission took them out for a walk and buy them ice-cream.

>Things were going pretty smoothly. Yet all good things come to an end.

>Pinkie Pie was overjoyed to announce that her and the Cakes won a preliminary baking contest and would travel to Equestria for one of those contests.

>They would be gone for over a week, and you could tell Pinkie was upset that you couldn’t go. It was fortunate enough the Cakes knew someone else to watch the shop and run things while they were gone, but Pinkie had to go with them.

>You and Pinkie spent some time together the day before she had to leave. She asked you to occasionally do some house sitting for her until she comes back, just to make sure things are OK. You were even free to sleep at her house.

>Giving you a set of keys to her house, you spent the night together one last time.

>That morning, you helped Pinkie get her stuff together and brought her to the train station where the Cakes were waiting.

>You gave her a final kiss and hug goodbye, and reassured you will be waiting for her and how much you’ll miss her.

>You waved to her as she poked her head out of the train window. Even as the train slowly departed from the station you slowly walked on the board until it ended, keeping up with her until the end.

>Watching as the train was out of sight, you went about your usual business, hoping the best for Pinkie and the Cakes.

>The next few days were nothing special; you went to work at the hospital to further develop your trade and occasionally went to see Twilight and her friends.

>One evening, a late thunder shower decided to make an appearance in Ponyville. You figured you could stay at Pinkies place and watch it for the night.

>You packed nothing more than some books and your PJ’s as you stayed over at her house. The rumbling of the thunder and the light rapping sound of the rain against the glass windows was gentle on the senses.

>You made yourself comfy on the couch and even started up the fireplace.

>Comfy mode engaged.

>You were reading for a while and you noticed the rain picked up and the thunder grew louder; the sound of the wind howling was making itself known.

>There is a knock at the door.

>Putting the book down, you head to the door. Opening it, who else was it but Fluttershy.

>You looked at each other, but said nothing. Fluttershy was soaked to the bones and was shivering. She had a small gift basket with her.

>Tilting her head down, she closed her eyes and said, “I’m sorry....”

>You didn’t say anything at first, you just wanted to be sure if she was serious about this.

For?...

>She looks up to you, sniffling, “For everything, Anon. I just hope you can forgive me.” She begins to sob, looking at the ground.

>”I hope you and Pinkie are happy together.” She begins to turn around and walk away. Against your better judgement, you stop her.

Come on, let’s get you dried up.

>Picking up the gift basket, you escort her inside and grab a fresh towel.

 >You sit down with her in front of the fireplace and rub down her mane and back. You let her do the rest herself as you give her an incredulous look

It’s one thing to apologize to me, but to do so in a storm? Couldn’t it have waited until later?

>She shakes her head, “No, I just couldn’t bear the thought of you hating me. I had to come see you.”

How did you know I was even here?

>”Twilight told me.” She replies.

>You should’ve figured telling twilight probably wasn’t a good idea. You focus attention back to Fluttershy.

But you do understand why you’re apologizing, right?

>She nods, “I just hope we could be still be.... friends?” she glances at you with a cute smile.

>You couldn’t help but smirk yourself.

I would like that very much.

>She smiles at you, “Thank you.”

>You both sit there for a moment in front of the fireplace while her fur and feathered wings dry up, “Oh! I brought you guys a gift.”

>She grabs the gift basket that was placed on the table and pulls off the cloth, two bottles of red wine and 2 crystal wine glasses.

>”I thought that since both of you were getting serious, then I should happy for you.” Her expression became that of more reverence and happiness.

That’s really nice of you, Fluttershy.

>You picked up one of the bottles inspecting it. Looked very nice indeed.

> Fluttershy perked up, she was glad to hear you say that, “How about we share a bottle as a token of our new friendship? Starting on the right foot?”

Sounds like a plan.

>You didn’t like wine that much, but it couldn’t hurt to expand your horizon.

>You retrieve a wine opener and with a pop, the cork comes out. You pour the deep crimson liquid into both glasses and hand her one.

>”To a new friendship” chirps Fluttershy.

>You just smile and tap the glass against hers. Taking a sip of the wine, it was nicely full bodied and aromatic and a bit tolerable in its overall taste.

>You weren’t a connoisseur of wine, but this was a pleasant surprise.

>Fluttershy took a deep gulp of the wine and gives a small hiccup. She giggles.

I didn’t take you for a wine drinker.

>She takes another sip, “Oh, there’s a lot you don’t know about me, Anon.”

Guess I don’t.

>The next couple of hours, you and Fluttershy talked. Drinking wine and talked. You got to learn a bit more about her, as she did of you.

>You couldn’t help but wonder what really happened that made her turn a new leaf.

>Both of you were so enthralled in each other’s conversation, that you didn’t even realize that you both finished off the second bottle of wine.

Oops.  

>You held the bottle over your mouth seeing if there was any more; Fluttershy giggles at your attempt.

>Not realizing it was strong stuff, you stumbled over and fell to the floor. “Timbeeerrr” Fluttershy laughed.

>Laughing like an idiot as well, you picked yourself up and looked at the time. It was almost midnight.

It’s late, better call it a night.

>The storm was still going strong outside. Fluttershy looked like she had more than her fair share of alcohol. She staggered as she got up and looked outside, “I better get going I guess.”

Well, I couldn’t let you do that. I’m sure there’s a spare room you can bunk in for tonight.

>”Oh no, I couldn’t do that. I wouldn’t want to be a bother, especially in Pinkie’s house.”

Pinkie would do it for anyone, don’t worry about it. Let’s get you to bed.

>You pick her up in your arms and clumsily walk up the stairs. She giggled in your arms and rested her head snuggly on you.

>It was weird, but there was something about her natural scent that made you.... think certain thoughts.

>You probably just miss Pinkie and can’t wait for her to get back.

>Arriving at the guest bedroom you plop Fluttershy down and lean in the doorway.

Whoever gets up last makes breakfast, agreed?

>She nods her head as she finds her way under the covers.  

Goodnight.

>You slowly close the door behind you as you leave, “Goodnight, Anon” Fluttershy replies.

>The door closes with a click and you head to Pinkies room. You take off your top, but leave the PJ bottoms on.

>Closing the bedroom door, you tuck yourself in and peacefully drift away. Happy that Fluttershy has made her peace and that you can expect Pinkie back in a few days.

>Nothing could go wrong, right?

>Stirred out of your sleep, you slowly turn to adjust yourself but your hands were held fast.

>You woke up instantly and tugged. You hands were bind to the bed posts, as were your legs and ankle. It was still dark in the room.

>Flashbacks flooded your mind.

>That aquamarine pony came in the middle of the night.

>She violated you. Invaded you. Betrayed you.

>You breathe harder now and pull as hard as you could, but the cloth rope held fast.

>Helpless

>Immobile

>Exposed

>You thrash and pull, like an animal caught in a trap.

>Your mind race with wanting to escape, to be free, to run away.

>You need your medication.

>Fuck that, you need to get out of here.

>The door opens.

>You stare with intense horror as you see a pony stand in the doorway. She immediately closes the door behind her.

>You swear she was blue. In your mind she looked blue. It was Lyra.

No... nonononono you’re dead!

>She comes closer to you, a familiar voice speaks, “What’s the matter?”

Get the fuck AWAY FROM ME!

>The pony climbs on top of you, but you’ve struggled so much that you couldn’t put up much more of a fight.

>Tears stream from your eyes.

>Just leave me alone. A hoof softly strokes the side of your face, “You’re just having a nightmare. Poor babe...” the voice was becoming clearer.

>You start to scream. Something was forced into your mouth and fastened around your head. It was a  ball gag.

>”You shouldn’t yell, you’ll spoil the moment...” She spoke. You could see her long mane and her features became clearer.

>It was Fluttershy.

>She leans in close to your face, “Try to relax, sweetie... I’ll make you feel even better than Pinkie could.”

>You tried to talk but the ball gag made your speech incoherent. Fluttershy starts to delicately kiss and lick your neck and work her way down.

>”You have no idea how long I’ve waited, Anon... To feel this body; to smell and touch it.” You shake your head and kept repeating no.

>You could see her wings unfold as she licked your pecs, as well as inhaling your natural body odor. She rubbed her face all over you, trying to feel your body.

>Every inch of your being resisted and tried to make yourself numb to her. Closing your eyes, you thought about Pinkie.

>Fluttershy wasn’t the one to give up. She quickly moved down to your manhood which hasn’t reacted much to her.

>She giggles, “Let’s wake him up, shall we?” She slowly begins to massage your manhood. Her touch was tenacious, yet delicate.

>You kept thinking of Pinkie. Turning your head to the side, you open your eyes and spot a picture of you and Pinkie together on the night stand.

>Fluttershy leaned over and tilted i down, “Tsk tsk Anon, you’re supposed to be enjoying me right now.” She went back to her work.

>You couldn’t help but cry as she continued to roughly rub and stroke your dick which was becoming firmer by the second.

>This familiar sense of being roughly handled, to have your trust betrayed as well as your own body betray you; it was all leading back to Lyra.

>You swear you could see Lyra standing in the corner of the room. Her sickly demonic smile as maggots and flies oozed from her rotting eye socket as her brunt flesh peeled off and crumbled to ashed.

>You screamed into the ball gag as you felt your eyes roll up into the back of your head.

>Fluttershy was beginning to suck on your member in a rough manner. She was so concerned about getting you erect and keeping you there, there throat and tongue forcefully massaged your cock.

>Through the ball gag you begged her to stop, but your unintelligible babble fell on deaf ears.

>You seized your body in one last attempt to stop the pleasure from overtaking you. Fluttershy seemed to sense this. “Don’t be a naughty boy, and give momma what she wants...”

>She positions herself over your crotch, her dripping wet mare cunt winking and drooling for your dick.

>She drops herself right onto you; her tight hot love hole engulfs you in one gulp. She lets out a long moan, as if this was the most satisfying thing she ever had in her life.

>”This is... even better than I expected...” she gasped. She begins to pump herself, and your body reacts on impulse by letting your dick throb and twitch inside her.

>”Oh Anon, I can feel you inside me.” She groans as her body shudders. “I know you’re enjoying this too. Your body can’t lie.”

>She tossed her head up in wild abandon as she grinded her hips harder, pushing you further to your limit.

>You felt like passing out, but not from the pleasure. All the rage, sorrow, anger and pain you had to put up with fills your entire being.

>Her marehood squeezes tighter as she starts to orgasm, her juices flowing from her all over your crotch and filling the air with a rather sickly, yet erotic aroma. You started to bang your head around, trying to distract yourself.

>”I know you have to give in, Anon. And soon you’ll see things my way...” You kept thrashing your head, but your dick wasn’t agreeing with you.

>You desperately held onto a mental image of Pinkie as you came closer.

>You could only feel like part of you die as you climaxed and ejaculated inside Fluttershy. The look on her face was more than bliss; it was domineering.

>She had you right where she wanted you.

>Fluttershy fell on top of your chest, breathing heavily. Your vision was becoming blurry as you felt your head buzzing. As tears started to stream from your eyes, you faded away from consciousness.

>You just wanted it all to end...

>As you regained consciousness, it was morning. You were in bed, but untied and the ball gag was gone.

>In through the door strolled Fluttershy with a breakfast tray on her head. “Good morning sleepy head. You were so wonderful last night I decided to make you a special breakfast.”

>The nerve of her....

>She rapes you in the middle of the night, and acts like it was something you willingly participated in.

>She sets the tray on the bed and nudges it towards you; it was a glass of OJ, eggs sunny-side up and some toast.

>Not saying anything, you pick up the tray and look at it closely, then to her. You felt sick to your stomach. Moe than sick, you were fucking pissed.

>You throw the tray of food at the wall as hard as you could; the glass and plates smash and hit the floor. OJ splashed all over the wall and dribbled onto the floor.

WHAT THE FUCK?!

>That was all you could muster at that point.

>You stared at her, but she didn’t seem deterred “Now look at what you’ve done! You spilled your food, now I’ll have to make you more.”

>You clenched your fists. Oh how you wanted to strangle the life out of her, but you just couldn’t do that.

Shut the fuck up! You shut and listen to me.

>You paused; you should’ve known she couldn’t be trusted.

>You didn’t even know where to begin, but you had to start somewhere.

Get out...

>”But....” she spoke.

GET OUT!

>Her eyes widen, and she gave you a stern look. That same stern look that still haunted you ever since you met Lyra.

>You felt yourself frozen, almost in fear. “Are we done having a temper trantrum?”

>You didn’t respond, but just looked at her fearfully.

>”Good.” She went over to where the tray was and began to pick up all the pieces, “Anon, you and I had a special moment last night. I hope you realize now how childish you’ve been.”

>You finally speak up.

I didn’t consent to sleeping with you. You tied me up and stimulated me when I did not want it. That’s rape, and Pinkie will hear about this.

>Fluttershy looked at you with a sleazy look, “That’s not what your body told me last night....”

No shit, that’s how it reacts. That doesn’t mean I wanted to.

>Fluttershy continued to pick up the pieces, “Well, it doesn’t make a difference.”

What are you talking about?

>Placing the broken pieces on the tray, she sets it to the side and gives you that stare again.

>you stumble backwards and fall onto the bed. She promptly jumps up and stands over your body, her eyes seemingly go cold.

>A sinister smile creeps over her face and she strokes your face, you felt fearful to even stop her. “Oh Anon, you just don’t get it. Who will they believe? Sweet, innocent Fluttershy who never makes a scene? Or the two legged monkey that gets his kicks from dating ponies?”

Pinkie will believe me, and so will Twilight.

>”I doubt that, sweetie. They’ve known me for years, and only you for a short time.” She giggles, “I think it’s in your best interest to do as I say, or you’ll find yourself in a heap of trouble, mister.”

>She slowly backs off and jumps to the floor.

I... I can’t just stop seeing Pinkie.

>Fluttershy smirks, “Then you’ll have to come up with an excuse then. Just as long as she gets the message that you don’t want to see her.”

>She walks up to the door, stopped and turns to look at you, “I have to go home now, I’ll be expecting you to come see me once you deal with Pinkie.” She winks at you and leaves the room. You could hear her leave the house as the front door slams shut.

>You sat there at the edge of the bed in total disarray of what transpired. Looking at the nightstand, you see the picture frame that lay down on its front.

>Grabbing it, you remember it was a picture of you and Pinkie. Tear drops fell onto the glass of the picture frame as you looked at it.

>You hugged the picture as you quietly cried to yourself, feeling it was the closest thing to Pinkie at the moment.