Fatal Fluttershy Part 4

>You spent a good part of the morning cleaning up the mess when you threw the tray across the room.

>It was hard to get the scent of Fluttershy off of the bed sheets, you contemplated just throwing them out.

>Once the house was back in order and everything was cleaned up, you locked up the house and headed back to your place.

>All you could think about was how to get yourself out of this situation. How serious was it if Fluttershy went to the authorities and her friends claiming you raped her?

>Should you even risk telling anyone if she was bluffing?

>The uncertainty was making you sick to your stomach.

>When you got home, you wanted to do nothing. You had to get her smell off you.

>You ran a hot shower and stood there, letting the hot steamy waters cascade over you while you were deep in thought. Weighing your options, playing scenarios in your head of what might happen.

>You popped some of your medication but it only did so much to help with your anxiety. Pinkie was due to arrive tomorrow morning.

>You lay in bed for almost the entire day, praying, wishing and hoping that something will come to you.

>Nothing did.

>You barely ate anything that day, being all worked up with anxiety and anger did that to you.

>Then something came to you.

>There is ONE possible way of ending it all.

>You go to the medicine cabinet and grab a bottle of aspire. Taking them without, you head to the pantry and grab a bottle of the strongest cider you had.

>Placing the bottles next to each other, you engaged in a showdown.

>You don’t what to expect if you went OD, but anything is better than dealing with this bullshit. You can leave a letter saying what Fluttershy did to you.

>On the other hand, Fluttershy would turn it around saying how you were so ashamed of the rape you killed yourself and is trying to pin the blame of her.

>You didn’t want that to be Pinkies last thoughts.

Fuck...

>You stared at the medication and booze for a while longer. You didn’t touch them, just left them alone.

>This wasn’t how you’ll end it... not yet.

>You paced through the kitchen, sipping on some water. Thinking about what to do, you know there was no physical evidence that you could use.

>If no physical, then what else?

>It all came back to you.

>Princess Celestia casted a spell thing on you when she read your mind. It was almost a year ago when you first arrived in Equestria.

>She wasn’t quite able to find how you got there, but she was able to see your past and everything you experienced.

>She can look into the past and see how from your perspective Fluttershy violated you last night!

>You grinned and clenched your fist. All you had to do was send a letter to Celestia and she will know what happened, and then Fluttershy will be brought to justice and exposed for the sleazy dirt bag she is.

>You couldn’t contain your excitement; you had to go see Twilight and Spike.

>She doesn’t have to know exactly what happened; just as long as you make it sound urgent they’ll compose a letter than you need to talk to Princess Celestia and you’ll be given an audience.

>Putting on some proper clothes, you get ready to leave before it got too late in the evening.

>There was a knock on the door.

>Your heart skipped a beat; you had a pretty good idea who it was.

>Slowly approaching the door, you noticed the deadbolt was unlatched. Reaching up, you first secure the chain door latch. It locks in place with a click.

>You reach to slowly turn the deadbolt, but a sudden force pushes the door inward. It sounded as if someone tried to kick the door in by force.

>You fall backwards, but the door chain holds fast. Whoever was on the other side was pushing to try and get in.

>Peering through the door crack, you didn’t see anyone at first.

>Fluttershys face suddenly came into view.

>You jumped, and she clearly made this manic look about her.

>”You weren’t thinking of going anywhere were you?” her voice soft and gentle, almost maniacal.

>Getting back up, you butted your shoe against the bottom of the door and held your leg against the door.

>”I know you’re there Anon. Let’s not play games with each and just be honest with me...” she cooed.

I just needed to grab a few things from the store, that’s all.

>She giggled, and wasn’t letting up on pushing the door. “I wish you didn’t have to lie to me Anon... that’s not what being in a relationship is about....”

I know that, but I need to grab a few things from the store.

>”I can do that for you. We don’t want you running off, or running your mouth off to anyone.” She warned.

>You didn’t respond. How the fuck does she know? Is there a camera or a device she’s hidden in your house?

>”Anon, you weren’t thinking of going to see Princess Celestia, were you?”

>Your blood ran cold and your stomach became sick again.

>You could see her smirk through the crack in the door, “You were, weren’t you? But believe me, you can expect to be arrested before you can even send that letter”

>This fucking bitch knows your every move. She thought this through.

>She wasn’t just desperate, she was actually smart.

Fluttershy, please leave. I need to rest and see Pinkie tomorrow. I’ll say my goodbyes to her then.

>Fluttershy laughs softly, “I think it would be better if you didn’t see her and forgot all about her.”

Fluttershy, you talk about making me happy. Well this is all I ask you. Please...

>There was silence for a moment.

>”Alright sweetie, but don’t try anything. I’ll know if you do.” And just like that, your weight on the door slammed it shut.

>You instantly locked the deadbolt and went around the house securing all the doors and any possible place she could enter.

>You spent the next while checking every nook and cranny. You were convinced Fluttershy was somehow keeping tabs on you.

>Nothing showed up, she was just very perceptive.

>It would’ve been easier to go and kill Fluttershy in her sleep.  

>You weren’t like that.

>As you went to sleep, you hoped that an idea would come to you. Something that will make everything right.

>You barely slept that night.

>As morning came, time felt like it dragged on forever. You dreaded having to see Pinkie only to say goodbye and so long.

>You ate and got dressed, and headed out to go meet Pinkie at the train station.

>As you stood on the platform, you looked around anxiously. You know Fluttershy had to be around, or perhaps had an extra set of ears and eyes.

>It wasn’t long before you could see smoke, and the train was coming into view. You glance at the clock tower, it was right on time.

>You scanned for Pinkie and the Cakes, and spotted them in the second cart as it passed by you. Making your way, you waited for the doors to open.

>Pinkie was the first one out and she looks like she’s about to explode with happiness. She tackles you to the ground with a hug.

>You held tight onto Pinkie, and you didn’t say a word to her.

>The Cakes walked off the train and with them was a trophy.

>”We won first place!” Pinkie exclaimed jumping off you to show off the trophy.

That’s great! Congratulations.

>You did your best to seem like you were happy as can be.

>You grabbed Pinkies suitcases and escorted her out of the station. Pinkie began retelling you about how the competition was fierce and how they barely won.

>Waiting outside the train station, you hailed a taxi and began to load up her belongings.

>”We’re going to celebrate later at SugarCube Corner. I’ll expect that you’ll be there?” she looked at you with hopeful eyes.

>Oh Christ, those eyes... This was killing you inside.

>You helped Pinkie get into the backseat of the taxi, but you didn’t step on.

About that... I’m going to be really busy. So I can’t make it.

>”Why? Is something going on at work?” she inquired.

No, it’s just that... I can’t really...

>She smirks, “Oh, you’re hiding something from me...” she wags her tail and proceeds to tackle you.

Pinkie!

>Pinkie lands on top of you and tickles you, through some of your chuckling you push her off

Stop it, Pinkie! Christ, you can’t take anything seriously.

>”What’s wrong?” she asked as her expression became more confused and saddened.

>Clenching your fists, you close your eyes and felt your body tightening up. This was the most painful thing you could imagine doing to someone you cared about.

I... I don’t want to see you ever again...

>”What?” she asked quietly looking up at you.

I’m sorry Pinkie, but I have to go.

>You begin to walk away and hear a pop sound. Looking back, Pinkie’s mane seemed to deflate. The look of utter sadness over took her.

>You started to jog away and you didn’t look back.

>As you returned home, you couldn’t hate anyone but yourself.

>How could you let this happen? Why did you trust Fluttershy?

>You slam your fist against the door before unlocking it. Taking off your boots, you head to the pantry to grab that hard cider.

>Fluttershy was in the kitchen waiting for you. You weren’t surprised by the fact she was there.

How the fuck do you get into my house!? I’m going to change the locks, I swear to God.

>”Did you tell her?” she asked inquisitively.

Yeah

>That was all you wanted to say as you grabbed the cider and began to take mouthfuls.

I just hope you’re happy.

>She smiles, “I know you’re upset now, but soon you’ll see that my love is greater than hers.”

I LOVED HER, YOU DENSE FUCK!

>You slammed a fist onto the counter.

>She frowns at you, “You should consider watching that tone, mister. We wouldn’t want a scared little pony to go to the authorities.”

>Glaring at her, you take another swig of the cider.

>Fluttershy floats up to the table and sits at the edge, looking at you with a sultry look “You know, it’s kind of a turn on when you try to act forceful.”

You would think that...

>”I don’t think I have to tell you what to do. Better make good of your time” she laid back on the table spreading her legs and exposing her glistening marehood to you.

>”I think you deserve something to eat” she contemptuously teases you.

>Not seeing much of a choice, you kneel down in front of her and proceed to eat her out. You shudder with disgust at every lick, her musky smell overpowering your senses.

>Afterwards, Fluttershy rubbed your head and commented on how good you were.

>You went to the bathroom and brushed your teeth.

>She begins to head to the door, “Well, I’m off to celebrate at SugarCube Corner with the others.”

Good for you.... Hope you choke on cake....

>The last bit you muttered to yourself.

>”I’ll be the one to break the news to Pinkie Pie about our love. I’ll see you tomorrow, Anon.” The door slams shut.

>You stood there in front of the bathroom sink, staring at your reflection. You could still taste her in your mouth. She even had the nerve to cum inside your mouth.

>You started to gag and heave as you finally threw up in the sink. You looked at yourself again in the mirror.

>Your reflection was met with a fist as the mirror cracked and blood dribbled from your knuckles.

>At SugarCube Corner, the party was well under way by the time Fluttershy arrived.

>Twilight was first to greet her, “Hi Fluttershy, thought you wouldn’t make it.”

>Fluttershy greeted her back in her calm demeanor, “I wouldn’t miss this for anything. Pinkie always throws the best parties.”

>She looks around but didn’t see her anywhere, “Oh, where is Pinkie? Is she here?”

>Twilight took her off to the side, “Pinkie’s upstairs. She seemed upset, I think her and Anon had a falling out of some kind.”

>Fluttershy gasped, “Oh my, that sounds awful. How could Anon do such a thing?”

>Twilight shrugged, “I don’t know, but she insisted we have a good time without her. I’ll talk to her later.”

>As everyone in SugarCube Corner continued to celebrate the Cakes and their victory of winning the baking competition; Pinkie Pie was upstairs alone in her room.

>No one else, no laughing, no smiles.

>All she could think about was you.

>Later that night as you lay in bed, you were looking at some of the photos you had on Pinkie.

>You hear someone unlocking the door and closing it behind them. You knew who it was and didn’t bother to say hello.

>Fluttershy made her way upstairs with two bags, “Hello Anon. I brought something for you.”

No thanks

>She puts the bags down and lays beside you on the bed, “Oh Anon, I know how hard this must be for you. But you and I are starting a new life together.”

I prefer the one I had with Pinkie...

>She spots the photos you were holding and quickly snatches them. You reach out to grab them, but she’s already ripping them to pieces.

>To add insult to injury, she keeps them to make sure you would tape them back together. “All you need is me now, Anon. I’ll be sure to take good care of you!” she smiled.

>She goes into one of her bags and pulls out picture frames of herself and places them around the room.

>You sit there and watch her with a dead stare while she goes about.

>”There.” She chirps as she places the last one on the night stand, “We need to get some pictures of us together.” She blushes.

>”Oh, and one last thing.” She goes into the other bag and pulls out a small welcome gift basket of fruit.

>She must have a gift basket fetish.

What’s that for?

>”This is a welcome gift basket for me. This is to commemorate me being welcomed into your home.”

>First this bitch tricks you and now she’s making herself welcome in your home.

>Fluttershy smiles at you, “Of course, you can help yourself. I heard eating fruit makes you taste even better.” She winks at you.

Goodnight.

>She walks up to your side, “I’ll be going home now, I’ll see you first thing in the morning Anon.” She pecks one lightly on the cheek.

>She turns her face, expecting the favour to be returned.

>You don’t say anything. “Ahem...” she coughs.

>With a groan, you peck her on the cheek and her cheeks tint a rosy colour. “That’s a good boy. Good night!”

>With that she leaves and you hear the door open and close with a quick of the lock.

>Good boy

>That’s rich.

>Grabbing the fruit basket you look at its contents. Pretty mundane, just some typical pineapple, bananas, cherries grapes and strangely enough, prunes.

>You hated prunes. They always made your gut gurgle loudly.

>Suddenly, an idea.

>It was so stupid it could work.

>But it had to wait until morning.

>Sleeping easier that night, you plotted out your scheme carefully.

>As morning came, you got up early and exercised. You ate an extra serving of oats this morning; gonna need the energy.

>Of course, your breakfast wasn’t complete without a couple of prunes. Cleaning them off you noisily smack and chomp down the fruit.

>You didn’t care for the taste, but you had to make something sound convincing to Fluttershy.

>As you expected, Fluttershy came to the door. “Good morning anon? Sleep well.”

Better than usual, listen I need to do some shopping. Wanna come with me?

>She seemed excited at the thought; starting the day by being with you and shopping? What’s not to love?

>It sometimes didn’t take much for Fluttershy to get distracted.

>You grabbed your things, your jacket and a long list of items and groceries.

Shall we?

>She nods and the two of you head to Ponyville.

>You made casual conversation, but didn’t want to sound out of the ordinary. As you approached the store, you could feel the prunes doing their work.

>As you enter the store, you grab a cart and begin to casually stroll around and grab items as you went. You could see the bathrooms in the back of the store.

>It’s ShowTime.

>You drop to one knee as your stomach continued to gurgle and groan, “Anon! What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

It’s my gut... I gotta go now..

>”You’re not leaving now are you?” she asked desperately.

No, I need the bathroom... I gotta do my thing...

>You got up to your feet and stumble your way to the back with the help of Fluttershy. “Don’t try anything funny now Anon, I’ll be watching the front door.”

>The groaning and gurgling in your stomach became so loud even Fluttershy was spooked by it, “Oh... my...” she whimpers.

I might be a while; human digestion is a bitch sometimes.

>Handing her your shopping list, you ask if she could continue shopping. She reluctantly agrees, you push through the door and lock the door behind you.

>Phase 1 complete: Ditch the Bitch

>What Fluttershy didn’t know is that the colt bathroom has a window. Not a big one, but you could manage to squeeze through.

>In case Fluttershy was still hovering by the door, you make grunting and heaving sounds while you rattled the window frame.

>It was stuck, but with a bit of force you manage to slide it over. You lift yourself up and begin to pull yourself through.

>It was a bit arduous, but you manage to plop out the window and landed in the alley behind the store.

>You jogged as quickly as you could away from the store and towards the SugarCube Corner.

>It wasn’t far away and you quickly walk through the front door, there you see Mrs. Cake working the register.

>Gasping for air, you manage to speak

Where’s... Pinkie...?

>Mr. Cake was walking out of the back door holding Pound Cake, “I think you need to leave. She’s still upset about what happened.”

I need to talk to her! You better not stop me or God help me...

>You looked at their horror struck face. This wasn’t going to get you anywhere.

I’m sorry. But it’s urgent that I see her. I don’t have much time.

>”She’s upstairs, deary.” You nod with a thank you and climb the stairs to her room.

>You knock three times on the door

Pinkie?

>At this time, Fluttershy was walking through the aisles and gradually picking up each item according to your list.

>She spotted something that wasn’t clearly defined and thought about going back to ask you.

>”Was it the low-fat or the low-carb that he wanted?” she muttered to herself.

>But an idea occurred; why not buy both for Anon? He’ll be so happy that you generously bought him both.

>Crisis adverted.

>You knock again at the door

Pinkie, please open up. I want to talk with you. I need to see you. I’m so sorry for what happened, but it’s important that you listen to me.

>You waited a few moments, but it seems she wasn’t going to answer.

>Your heart sank as you began to descend the stairs. You hear the door knob click.

>Turning around you look up to see Pinkie looking down at you, her eyes filled with tears.

>It crushed you to see her like this.

Pinkie... I’m so sorry.

>Feeling the tears welling up in your eyes, you walk back up the stairs. She manages to smile at you.

>You reach your arms around her and hugged as tears rolled down your cheek.

>You both didn’t say anything for a while, just crying softly and never wanting to let go.

I love you... Please forgive me, Pinkie. No matter what it takes, I will make it up to you.

>”Do you promise?” she asked through her sniffles.

I pinkie promise...

>Her mane seemingly went ‘poof’ as she smiled at you through her tears.

I need to tell you something, I don’t have much time.

>You enter the room and close the door behind you.

Pinkie, I am going to tell you what happened. But I need you to trust me on this and not tell anyone else with an exception.

>She nods, “I’ll try Anon.”

>Taking a deep breath, you begin to recount the events of what transpired while she was gone.

>It was hard for her to accept at first, she knew Fluttershy for a long time and that seemed really out of character for her.

Pinkie, I’ve seen this behaviour back where I come from. She’s a kind of sociopath! She only appears to be friendly, but she’s really manipulative. Pinkie, I know you’re hurt by this, but I love you and would never betray you or hurt anyone else by my own volition.

>She looks to the ground, but with a serious look she nods, “What can we do?”

Tomorrow morning, I need you to go to Twilight, and only her, and tell her that I seek an audience with Celestia. With her help she can look through my memory and see what Fluttershy did to me.

>Pinkie nods her head in agreement “Okie dokie lokie”

I have to get back to Fluttershy before she gets suspicious.

>You begin to leave, but you turn around and give her a quick kiss.

No matter what, I will always love you.

>She giggles, “So will I.”

>You head down the stairs, but Pinkies catches your attention, “Anon... I forgive you.”

>With a nod and a smile, you quickly head downstairs. Giving the Cakes many thanks for letting you see Pinkie you head back to the store.

>Fluttershy by this time was done with your shopping list and was heading back to check up on you.

>You hobbled down the street as quickly as you could. Of all times for your left ankle to be gimped....

>You push yourself harder, not knowing if Fluttershy was onto you.

>Fluttershy was approaching closer to the bathrooms.

>You could see the store in the distance.

>Fluttershy knocks on the door, “Anon, how are you doing in there?”

>No response.

>”Anon? Are you OK? Anon?!”

>No response still.

>You were so close to the window, just a bit further.

>”Oh my goodness! Um... sir!” she called a grocery clerk over. “Yes ma’am?” he answered in a gruff voice.

>”Someone I know is in there but he’s not responding. I need this door open!” she urged him.

>He pulls out a huge ring of keys and begins to go through them. “Nope, not that one...” he mutters as he tries the next one.

>Sweating bullets, you hope into the window and squirm like a motherfucker to get in. Unfortunately, your grunting was heard.

>”Oh! I hear him! Anon are you OK?” Fluttershy calls out.

I’m fine!

>Your hips were stuck.

>You squirm and pull, until finally you fall into the bathroom and your pants hanging down your ankles.

>The clerk finally gets the right key and unlocks the bathroom door.

>Gotta think fast.

>Pulling down your boxer shorts, you sit on the toilet.

>Fluttershy can only see you sitting on the toilet all sweaty and the clerk gets this shocked look on his face.

A little privacy please?!

>The clerk instantly closes the door. “Sorry about that sir! Are you OK in there?”

Yeah, I’m just about done. I tend to fall asleep when this happens.

>”Thank you sir.” Fluttershy compliments the clerk. “I’ll go buy this stuff, just meet me at the front door OK?”

Thank you Fluttershy, you’re a life saver.

>You could hear her walk away, and your bowels actually gave way.

>Meeting Fluttershy outside, you apologize to her for scaring her like that. You lied to her saying it was something that happens to a human once in a while.

>You treated Fluttershy to lunch after bringing the groceries home at a nice restaurant. She seemed to appreciate the gesture. “Oh my, Anon. You really know how to treat a pony.”

Well, it’s the least I could do for you since you bought my groceries.

>You just had to play it cool, until tomorrow. You could only trust Pinkie as this time to do her job.

>Later that afternoon, Fluttershy was getting frisky as you went home.

You know, we shouldn’t do it so soon. A human is much better to please after a full days rest.

>Fluttershy was playing around with you, “Come on, mister. You know that isn’t fair.”

How about this, I’ll cook you up a nice dinner to make up for it. Come one inside.

>You hang up your jacket at the entrance and began to cook.

>Fluttershy couldn’t help but admire and look at you with a twinkle in her eyes, “you have no idea how happy I am now that we’re together...”

>Not for long....

>After supper, you cleaned up and sat on the couch in front of the fireplace with her as you read your favourite passage from a book.

>”This is so romantic, Anon” she starts to yawn with a smile and pecks you on the cheek.

A relationship doesn’t have to be about sex, sometimes it’s just nice to cuddle and enjoy each other.

>She looks at you with lusty eyes, “Hearing you say that makes me... I feel like I’m going to leak...” she brings her lips to yours, but hers start to become frantic quickly. Kissing like a maniac while her tongue tries to invade your mouth.

>You slowly push her back with a sly look on your face.

Fluttershy, don’t spoil for what’s to come tomorrow. In fact, I hate to ask but I plan on redecorating the room with something more... erotic. But it’s a surprise so I’ll need you to leave for the night.

>She looks like she could faint, but with a blush on her cheeks she rubs her nose to yours, “OK, but remember no funny business.”

I promise, just remember that your patience will be rewarded and you’ll have the time of your life tomorrow.

>She pouts that she’ll have to leave, but knowing of what will come tomorrow she took up on your advice and headed out for the night.

>You stayed on the couch and continued to read, “Goodnight Anon!”

Goodnight

>On her way out, Fluttershy noticed something on the collar your jacket that you wore to the store.

>Upon closer inspection, it was a long strand of pink hair. A rather dark pink colour that wasn’t hers.

>She looked to you, but you were too engrossed by the book and too excited about tomorrow.

>Fluttershy quickly leaves the house without saying another word.

>Stretching out over the couch, you eventually fell into a sleep. You couldn’t wait to be with Pinkie again.

>But fate was sometimes cruel.

>You were awoken up a splash of cold water to the face.

>You sprang up but you hands were tied behind your back as well as your feet and you fell to the floor. There hovered Fluttershy with an empty bucket.

Did you want to try watersports, Fluttershy? Because I’m not into that.

>”Spare me your humour. Did you think I wouldn’t know?”

>Oh shit.

Know what?

>She frowns at you, “That you’ve been with Pinkie yesterday?”

I wasn’t!

>”DON’T LIE TO ME!” she screamed. It brought you back to that moment when Lyra was the exact same way.

Fluttershy, don’t do any irrational.

>She pulls out a strand of Pinkie’s hair, “I found this on your jacket, you must’ve been really close to her” she drops it to the floor.

>You look out the window, it wasn’t morning but it was soon going to be.

So, do you just want to do it now?

>”Anon, I should’ve known you would be weak. That Pinkie has been nothing but a distraction. I guess the only way to fix the problem is to make it go away.” She coos with this glazed look in her eyes.

I swear to God Fluttershy, you touch one hair on her head and I’ll make you regret it...

>You could feel the rage burning inside you.

>”I’m sorry Anon, but I already did. She’s just waiting for me at the lake. Imagine the look on everyone’s face when they discover her bloated corpse and your jacket.” She smirked.

>This bitch was going to frame you for murder...

You sick fucking freak! You’re going to have to untie me at some point, and when you do I’ll-

>Fluttershy slams a ball gag into your mouth and fastens it.

>You rage at her, but the gag made your words incoherent once again.

>”I better go now and take care of Pinkie, and Angel here will be guarding you.” Angel appears around the corner of the kitchen holding a huge cutting knife like a sword.

>Angel took up arms and stood by you and saluted to Fluttershy. “Good boy Angel...” she walks up to you and pecks you on the forehead. “You be good now, I’ll be back before you know it.”

>As you watched her leave the house, you screamed into the gag as no words could come out and tears began to stream from your eyes again.

>Helpless

>Weak

>Powerless

>Unable to stop Fluttershy from killing Pinkie.