>It's been a week since you've arrived in Equestria.
>Found refuge from the clutches of death in a small hamlet on the edge of a strange forest.
>"Ponyville," you think it's called if what the few phrases you can make out from conversations is true.
>Most denizens avoid you, out of fear, disgust, or both, stopping only to glare.
"Excuse me?" You ask to an orange pony, adorned in a stetson hat.
>She scoffs "Yeah, what do YOU want?"
>She prods a hoof at you, pushing into your chest, before wiping it on the ground, as if to clean it.
>You awkwardly fumble a response.
"Please, you have to help. I spent a week in that God forsaken forest. I had to avoid getting eaten by animals, or worse - the plants. I'm hungry dirty and cold. I just want to know...is there anybo...pony I could talk to whose good at teleportation and stuff..."
>"Why do you need to know?"
"I just want to go home..."
>"Are you dumb? One of the most powerful ponies in Equestria lives here in ponyville, she lives in the treehouse here in town."
>Your eyes light up, hoping to finally get some answers.
"Excellent! Where can I find her?"
>She rolls her eyes.
>"She's in the big tree right in the ce..."
>She trails off, and turns her head in thought
>You swear you make out a mischievous grin on her face, but before you can speak, she turns to you.
>"Yeah, her house is right on the edge of the forest, to protect the town from magical surges and such. You probably passed it on your way here."
"And she'll help me?"
>"Yeah, she's got lots of food, shelter, and she's especially good at taking care of...animals."
>You arch an eyebrow, confused.
>What did she mean by that?
"Okay...thanks?"
>She mumbles in reply, before pointing a hoof towards the edge of the forest.
>"Follow the road that way a few blocks, and cross the bridge of the creek, you can't miss it."
>You look back to where the hoof points.
>Unmistakably towards the forest,
>You are reluctant to go back towards the place that was certainly your grave.
>But you have no choice.
>With a sigh, you begin to walk down the road, hoping that you'l find what you seek,
>You finally reach the creek and cross the bridge,
>You walk to the front door.
>Take a few moments to collect your thoughts.
>And knock.
 
>You hear the clopping of hooves on hardwood.
>"Just a minute!" The mare calls out from inside.
>Slowly, very slowly, the door opens.
>A goldenrod snout peeks behind the door.
>She seems nervous, even before laying eyes on you.
>Great, another scared, angry pony to deal with.
>"Umm...can I help yo..."
>She sticks her head out more. Upon making eye contact with you, she stops mid sentence.
"Um hi. I was wondering if you could help me? I seem to be a bit...lost. I was transported here a week ago, and I have no idea how or why, but a pony in town said you could help me?"
>She continues to stare silently.
>A few awkward moments pass, before she speaks again.
>All the hesitation seemed to instantly vanish from her.
>"Oh, my! Hello. How did you get all the way out here, little guy? Are you lost.?"
>Little guy?
""Uh, yeah, I was told you could help me get home? Maybe some food and a shower'd be nice, too?"
>"Oh yes! Of course! How could I be so rude? Come in, and I'll make you feel ALL better!"
"You will?" Great!
>For the first time since you arrived, you flash an earnest smile across your face.
 
>Maybe things aren't so bad after all. It's nice to have a pony finally willing to open up to you...
>You walk inside the cottage, the mare closes the door behind you.
>You hear the lock click closed.
>You get a good look at the home.
>It's full of animals of all kinds.
>Ducks, eagles, dogs, cats.
>Even a goddamn bear!
>Your surprised with how clean it is, with how much dung must be accumulated.
>At your feet you notice a small white bunny stomping its foot.
>It almost seems like its glaring...
>The mare walks back into view, all the animals rush over to greet her.
>"My name's Fluttershy, what's yours?"
"I'm Anon."
>She giggles. "Anon? That's a funny name! I think I'll call you Mr. Monkey. Is that okay?"
"Uh...sure."
>"You're much bigger than the other monkeys I usually deal with."
"That's 'cause I'm not a monkey - well, technically I am - but not like the ones at the zoo."
>She chuckles. "Oh Anon, all monkeys belong in the zoo."
>"You must be hungry, Mr Monkey. Would you like some food?"
>Your stomach answers faster than you can.
"Yes, please!"
>She smiles.
>"Wonderful. Wait here, Mr. Monkey, and Mama will get you your yum yums."
"Thank you..."
>She trots off further into the interior of the house.
>I can see why she lives on the edge of town, you think to yourself...
>She returns a few moments later, with something in her mouth.
>"Hewe, you gah, Misser, Monkey." She says before dropping the mystery object in your hand.
>A banana.
>"How did i fucking guess..."
>You unwrap the banana from it's peel.
>Wipe the saliva off your hand.
>Scarf down the banana, manners be damned.
>It hits the spot, you're feeling warm and content,
>Even a little tired...
>Very tired.
>You struggle to keep your eyes open, your head becomes heavier and heavier with every passing moment.
>Until finally, you collapse.
 
>You wake up. Some time later.
>You try to move, but find you cannot.
>You at your hands and find they're tied to a chair (Pinkie Pie got it for her,) along with your legs.
"Fluttershy!" you yell "WHERE ARE YOU?"
>That banana...
>She drugged you...
>"I knew that bitch was weird."
"FLUTTERSHY!"
>"Mr. Monkey! You WILL keep you voice down in my house! You don't me to punish you, do you?
"Why did you drug me? Why did you tie me to this chair?"
>"You'll find out soon, mr, Monkey."
>She eyes you with a primal urge. Her hoof grasps at you jean button.
>She gets it open, and unzips dick.
>Struggling with how your jeans cling to your legs, she finally manages to get them off.
"Stop, what are you doing?"
>She ignores you, and continues to disrobe you.
>Your underwear is child's play in comparison to your jeans.
>Your manhood is exposed.
"You can't do this! Please!"
>"My, my. Mr. Monkey, you sure are a big one.
>"Let's see if I can't play with you after all."