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Fluttershy x Stocks 2: Electric Scootaloo

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1 day, 5 minutes.

 

The large, almost formless weight lifted from Fluttershy's backside, pulling out of her and leaving her feeling empty and cold. That was all for the day. She could tell, this was her life now - the chill in the air against her exposed skin told her the sun had set, even though the tight blindfold covering her eyes had left her in darkness for the last 4 days as she served her punishment.

 

Her punishment was just, she realised this now. Her crime was a terrible one, and crime couldn't be permitted. In some ways, she was performing a service, showing others what would happen if they thought they were above the law, as she had. In some ways.

 

Fluttershy felt a portion of the day's loads begin to seep out of her, dripping down her inner thigh and running down her leg, the heat leaving her. She prepared for another cold night. Her last cold night, tomorrow all this would be over. She was counting down the seconds.

 

1 day, 0 minutes.

 

Fluttershy found herself missing the hot weight of the unknown, anonymous stallions. Her body yearned for it, a week straight of orgasm after orgasm hammering at her and leaving her body a quivering wreck. It hadn't become easier, even if it didn't hurt as much as it had at first, every thrust was still like a dagger through her heart. This wasn't how it was meant to be.

 

He should have been brave, and manly, somepony who could protect her against anything, and somepony who could hold her close at night. Somepony who could keep her warm, safe, and happy. Not like this. Nobody would want her now, she was nothing but a broken, ruined mare. Her body bore the signs, she was sure. A week straight of constant sex, of rough treatment and no mercy had left her...

 

Well, she couldn't see. She couldn't hear. So many days later she could barely feel. But the smell, the smell never went away. The smell of dozens upon dozens of stallions, each just a little less painful than the last, but all of them treating her as worthless. What seemed like the entire population of Canterlot had been over her these past 4 days.

 

Would her friends accept her? Would they even recognise her? She barely recognised herself, each thrust driving such pleasure through her body. Such unwanted pleasure, causing nothing but pain in her mind. Each and every mindblowing orgasm like somepony spitting in her face.

 

The cold night air wasn't great for drying anything out. Her blindfold hadn't been changed, and it was still sodden with tears. Her coat hadn't been cleaned, and stallions weren't always careful. Rarity would be horrified.

 

Rarity. There mere thought of her friend was enough to cause a sob, but just the one. She needed to remain strong, it was almost over. Close, now. 0 days, 23 hours, 58 minutes. It was time to get some sleep, Fluttershy needed her strength for the day to come.

 

0 days, 20 hours.

 

The morning began like the last, and the one before. The bucket of freezing water hit her face, shocking her awake and washing away some small fraction of the dirt clinging to her filthy coat. Unlike the morning before, the torture of hours of nothingness was averted as the earplugs were pulled free.

 

Noise, screaming and chaotic, flooded Fluttershy's mind. The relative tranquility of the early morning seemed deafening to her recently unused ears.

 

"LISTEN UP, SLUT" yelled an unknown voice, presumably a guard, his quiet whisper being so loud as to trigger a splitting headache in Fluttershy's pathetic, broken form. "YOU'RE A VERY LUCKY PONY, SOMEPONY IS HERE TO SEE YOU, ISN'T THAT RIGHT?"

 

His voice was slowly becoming more managable as Fluttershy's ears adjusted to the assault, but the deafening boom that came next felt like needles sticking into her eardrum. "Eeeyup", it blasted, filling the air with pain.

 

Pain passed, though - the previous 4 days, 4 hours had taught her that. Pain didn't go on forever. The voice sounded familiar - could it really be Applejack's brother?

 

"Buh..." Fluttershy spat, trying to talk but finding her mouth and tongue unresponsive. That was it, the last straw. Celestia had taken everything from her - her life, her friends, her virginity, and now, finally, her dignity. A few moments later, the tears began to seep out of her blindfold, every motion of her shuddering head knocking more fluid from its completely soaked material.

 

"Come, now, don't cry Fluttershy." the voice boomed soothingly, the powerful tones seeming kind, and comforting. The only kind voice she'd heard for 4 days, 4 hours, and one minute.

 

"I'm here to sell apples, I didn't realise you were here. I gave the guards a few to look the other way, just for a moment. Everyone back home's so worried about you, so hang in there. Now I gotta go or somepony'll see us, so you just hold tight."

 

Fluttershy heard the clip-clop of hooves clatter away from her as Big Mac left. "Tha- Thank you", she whispered hoarsely as he left, wrestling her tongue into action, the words seeming important.

 

Somepony cared. Even like this, after so long, somepony still cared. Maybe when this was all over, it could be forgotten. Maybe she could return to her normal life. Maybe.

 

19 hours, 55 minutes to go. In a few hours, the first of the day would mount her. She wouldn't be ready, she never was, no matter how much she braced herself. She would cry, she would moan, and then she would sob in self-disgust. But in 19 hours, 55 minutes time, she would get to go home, back to her friends who loved her, and ponies who truly cared for her.

 

Maybe, in time, this would all just be a distant memory.