>Trussed up as you were, you tried to get comfortable.
“Fluttershy, would you accompany me? Just for a little while?”
>Twilight’s disposition towards you had an adverse reaction when she discovered her magic was incapable of interacting with you.
>Which admittedly only became apparent after she refused to take your continued good behavior on your word alone.
>A brief madcap of ‘evading’ her spells, Pinkie Pie laid hooves on you again.
>And this in turn was enough to allow Rainbow Dash to violently crash into the ground, with you to cushion her impact.
>Pinkie may not have been enough, even with her irrational movement, but Fluttershy’s participation and your attempts to shield her from herself left you open to one particular grab.
>This is when Twilight had a clear shot with a spell aimed at detention, which utterly failed to do anything.
 
>”I didn’t know you could talk…”
>Fluttershy’s voice was barely above a whisper, but as she ministered to your head you had no difficulty with her words.
“It was just two hearts communicating, I’m sure."
>That was cheesy as fuck.
"The same way you communicate with your other non-verbal friends.”
>”But what about your face?
“Wha—“
>”Your other one, I mean. The one that shined and was hard, and had lots of small details.”
>You winced at that, and then winced harder at the sudden discomfort in your face.
>”It hissed as you breathed.”
“Well, it’s gone. I needed it, now I don’t have it. The only benefit now is that it’s no longer keeping my words from you.”
>You gesture with a brief nod of your head, cringing at the movement.
“Now it’s just everyone else who will take me and my words from those who would hear them.”
>You motioned her to continue with her ministrations.
 
>First she uses a clean dry cloth to brush away obvious bits of dirt.
>Dabbing a cloth in antiseptic, she was cleaning dirt from your face.
>There’s an odd discoloration as she wipes above your brow.
“Ah! Hold on.”
>She freezes.
“Please, continue. Yes, just like that.”
>Briefly taking her eyes from her work, you see the unspoken question in them before she resumes her work.
“If I act unfazed, undiminished, by their abuse, it may birth more frustrations that they may take out on me…”
>You feel her wilt a bit at that.
“But showing weakness will invite directed cruelty from those petty enough to capitalize on it.”
>You indicated towards Rainbow Dash.
“If they suspect that I have something they want, and believe themselves in control…well, that would be bad for me.”
>”I understand why. But how?” Fluttershy asked insistently. “I don’t understand.”
“Well, it’s basically all I got going for me. And I imagine it will get worse, depending on how ‘civilized’ you ponies are.”
 
>You overestimated how much interest the Princesses would take in this.
>The message Twilight received detailed a Chariot would be dispatched in the morning for your retrieval.
>You were hoping to be in official custody away from an overeager Pony with more political connections than sense.
>Without any detention facilities, the best they could come up with was a shed.
>Without any handcuffs, they settled for trussing you up.
>You swear, this could’ve been one of those stress positions to torture detainees.
>Difficult to breathe unless you flex some muscles to take some of the pressure.
>This was fine until your muscles started to ache.
>And so it was through the night.
>Watched by Pinkie Pie.
 
“Have you prepared a transfer of custody form, Pinkie?”
>She seemed easily derailed, why the fuck not?
>”A transfer-what now?” She asked quizzically.
“You know,” you rasped, “that thing that documents the chain of custody for me.”
>Yeah, she was struggling with this one.
“You’re not just going to hand me off to anyone are you? Give me to some shady guy and I disappear forever, eh?”
“Pinkie, I’m disappointed.”
>You’d give her a disapproving look, but that was spoiled by the coughing fit it prompted.
>”This is your own fault, y’know.”
>She sounded as though she were trying to convince herself.
“Yes, very much so,” you agreed. “I surrendered to you after all.”
 
“I mean—“
>Another coughing fit interrupts.
“You haven’t established my intake condition, and I’ve been in your custody several hours!” you rasp insistently
“I’m thirsty. I need to use the bathroom.”
“You haven’t document the conditions of my ‘cell’. If I shit myself, who’s to say that it wasn’t already here and you’re just an especially depraved pony who put pony waste inside my pants.”
“Who’s to say that you—“
>You struggle to inhale
“Who’s—“
>”Hey, c’mon”
“YOU SHIT MY PANTS PINKIE PIE!”
>You devolve into another round of gasping and wracking coughs.
 
“No?”
>You can hope, right?
>”That’s disgusting.”
“I was good, wasn’t I?”
>”You tried to escape earlier! You can’t be trusted.”
>She gave you an especially fierce glare and an appraising eye.
“Rainbow Dash, she hurt me.”
>”Oh come on! You look fine.”
>She gestures to all of you. Especially your face.
>”Fluttershy even cleaned you up, and all the did was waste a few bandages and stinky ointment.”
“She hurt me on the inside. Emotionally! I’m wounded.”
>You tried to sound especially affronted there.
>”Yeah, yeah.”
“But seriously, I think she bruised something inside. It’s hard to breathe.”
>You hammed up the wheezing a bit, but cringed in real pain as you breathed a bit too deep.
“Please? Just let me sit upright.”
>She considered you a moment longer.
 
“Do you want me to beg? I know the words.”
>”I don’t think—“
“Please! Please don’t hurt me!”
>You cringe as best you’re able.
“I don’t know anything, please. Please, please, please. I don’t know”
>”Alright, I get—“
“PLEASE! I don’t. I can’t. Just let me know what to say and I’ll say it!”
>Desperation is the only thing that can be read as you cease being coherent.
“it hurts. why are you hurting me pinkie? you were a nice pony. i just, i, i, i, i trusted you.”
>Your voice breaks, and your whole body shakes.
>You try to turn away.
>Stricken by indecision, she appears to be on the cusp of a decision.
>She moves to untie you.
“thank you, pinkie” you whisper. “i knew you weren’t a bad pony.”
>You sigh.
“If you hand me over to just anyone, the wrong sort of ponies, THEN I’ll have the opportunity to try and really convince someone to stop hurting me.”
>Pinkie freezes.