>With a scream, both of pain and fright, you awaken to the face of Rainbow Dash.
>”Anon, what happened?!”
>She motions to your battered legs.
>You can barely move your lips, vapid of energy.
>She fidgets nervously.
>”I guess you're not talking... Listen, I've got some bad news.”
>Raise an eyebrow weakly.
>”Fluttershy, she... she got out.”
>Looking to your legs, you finally manage to croak out a couple of words.
“I kn-know.”
>The cyan blue figure's pupils expand like a supernova.
>”I- What- You can't be... No!”
>She simply stands for a few moments, staring ahead whilst shuddering.
>Closing your eyes you let out a puff.
>After what feels like a decade, the mare eventually looks down to you.
>”...Did she...?”
>Nod.
>”I... I can't believe it...”
>Ears are greeted with a pained yowl.
>You need to get up from the floor.
“Look *koff* I need h-help.”
>Through her anguished burbling, she sniffs.
>”I'll be back as-as-as soon as I can.”
>She blasts out of your house, rushing to presumably a vet.
>After all, you're still considered “monkey” to most.
 
>She's dotting about, left and right, yelling for help.
>All the p0nies in town look at her as if she is insane.
>She's questioning that herself.
>How could she have gotten herself tied in this web?
>The sole “human” of her homeland, and she is slowly falling in that cursed pit...
>The pit from which she has no hope of escape from...
>For him.
>She wishes it wasn't so, and she denies it.
>In her head she refuses to believe it.
>She almost had herself fooled at one point.
>But that is of no consequence right now.
>She still has to save her friend.
 
>It's hard to keep consciousness.
>Even though it's only been 10 minutes since Rainbow left, it feels like an eternity.
>You feel yourself slipping from reality...
>Slowly but steadily.
>Eyelids become heavier with each passing moment.
>You know you have to stay awake, but it's a hard task...
>Maybe some sleep won't be so bad...
 
>With a cough, you awaken.
>Your legs are suspended from the curtain railing.
>Scan your surroundings, to find you're in hospital.
>The mashed limbs are in casts.
>There's a small note at your bedside.
>You try to reach it, but with your legs hanging like that, you can't.
>It's a hairlength away.
>You struggle against your bubble, twisting and turning to try and reach.
>Effort wasted, all in vain.
>You sigh to yourself.
>A few moments pass, but then the door gives way.
>”Ahnon!”
>Applejack.
>”What in the hay happened to you?!”
>It's been a while since you've managed to speak properly.
>Well, guess you better give the old chords a workout.
“I *croak* was attacked.”
>”Oh Celestia, who did it?!”
>...This is a predicament.
>If you tell her... will she listen?
>She's already heard the same from Dash...
>But from you?
>Would it make her suspicious?
>What are you to do?
>Split second decisions are the worst.
“I... don't actually know.”
>”Huh?”
”It was in the dark. I was walking home. Next thing I knew I was being beaten into a pulp by someone or someones.”
>”Are y'all okay?”
>This pony.
“Well, obviously not.”
>She looks saddened by your off-the-cuff comment.
>But what were you to do?
>You've been beaten, molested and now you can't even move your fucking legs.
>”Well ah'm sorry to hear Anon. Ah jist wanted to stop on by to see if y'all were feelin' any better...”
>Sigh.
“Sorry. I guess I'm just in a bit of a mess right now.”
>She smiles slightly.
>”Well, if yer ever needin' somep0ny to talk to, I'm here.”
>Nod to her as she walks out.
 
>There's not much to do in here.
>You'd read one of Twilight's books she'd given you, if only you could get someone to get it for you.
>Shame you didn't remember when Applejack came by.
>The room is solitary, so no-one to make small talk to either.
>Most likely wouldn't bother themselves to anyway.
>It's just your luck that you'd get taken away from your homeland to another place where you are even more of a pariah.
>Hell, the only reason that party went well until the whole incident, was because everyone there was shit-faced.
>It's fortunate you're lying in this bed alone.
>Lest somebody tries to remember what the hell happened.
>Rainbow Dash was true to her word, but... if anyone else found out?
>They'd call you a liar, of course.
>How could the Element Of Kindness be so horrid?
>That's what they'd say, and that's what you've been pondering for the past week.
 
>A few hours have passed since Applejack's visit.
>You managed to get some sleep, thank goodness.
>It would have been murder to have to sit - or hang there, rather - for that length of time.
>A pony knocks upon your door.
“Come in.”
>”You have another visitor, Mr. Anonymous.”
>Oh?
>”It's technically against the rules to do this, visiting hours are LONG since over, but... this mare made it very clear she needed to see you.”
>Who could it be?
>”I'll let you two talk.”
>The nurse walks out.
>”H-hello Anon.”
>...No.
>It can't be her.
>”I wanted to tell you something.”
>There's nothing you can do to stop her.
>She comes closer and closer to your bedside.
>Your entire body has begun to seize up.
>Vocal chords tense, you can't even scream for help!
>”I w-wanted to say...”
>She attempts to cup her hoof near your ear.
>”I'm not finished with you.”
>The yellow pony retracts, sweat drips from your nose.
>Her lips curl up slightly, and her tongue wets them.
>She gives you a small kiss and you can't pull away.
>Her taste is familiar.
>You wish it was foreign.
>She pulls away, and finally turns to leave.
>”I'm going to go now...”
>Halfway out the door, she stops and glares daggers at you.
>”But if you t-tell ANYP0NY about this...”
>She needn't say a word. You know exactly what she means.
>She'll be the fucking death of you.
 
////////
>Anon is in the hospital.
>You're stuck in Cloudsdale for now.
>Well, not stuck.
>But you're not allowed to visit til 11am.
>If only you didn't have to attend Wonderbolt training yesterday.
>The worry that has built up inside you is insurmountable.
>Is he gonna be alright?
>Is he gonna recover?
>Where did Fluttershy go?
>You need to ask somep0ny, but...
>Who?
>Does anyp0ny else even know?
>Anon isn't likely to tell them...
>And he made you swear not to.
>But...
>Is it worth breaking his trust to try and solve this whole mess?
>By Tartarus, you've only been friends with him for a few days...
>This is so convoluted.
 
>You dart off through the clouds, the wind whooshing next to your ears.
>Moisture from the sky fluff refreshes you.
>You've been going around in circles like this for an hour or so.
>There's just nothing for it.
>You need to see Anon.
>Now.
>Spying the town square, you flap down to it.
>The clock reads “10:50”.
>Only ten more minutes.
>Heck, you might as well walk this one.
>If you flew, you'd be there in seconds, once more sitting in anticipation.
>Listing lazily through town, you pass many ponies.
>They all seem to stare at you funny.
>What's their deal?
>You haven't done anything to them.
>Maybe your frown is putting off the newest lot.
>As you turn, you catch a glimpse of yourself in a window.
“Huh.”
>Your eyes have enormous purple bags underneath them.
“...So that's why.”
>Surely you weren't up all night...?
>From the other side, a pony taps the window with a scared/confused look on his face.
>You jump back a little, blushing.
“Sorry...”
>This whole ordeal is taking as much of a toll on you as it is Anon.
>The hospital is ahead.
>You can only hope it's 11am.
>As you walk in the door, you see the clock.
“Oh, come on!”
>10:58.
>”It's only another two minutes, Rainbow Dash.”
>The doctors and nurses know you on a first-name basis.
>What comes with being an athlete is a lot of injuries.
“Redheart, can't I just go up and see him?”
>”No, you know how much I hate having unenforced rules.”
“Fine.”
>You cross your arms and begin to sulk.
 
>That two minutes felt like a year.
>”Rainbow Dash, you can go see Anon now.”
>Your heart is racing.
>Is he okay?
>”Room 124, remember.”
>Climbing up the stairs, you pass a couple of doctors.
>They turn from you.
>What's the big idea?
>Anon's door is in front of you.
////////
 
>It's 11:01.
>You've been sitting in shock since last night.
>It's too horrifying to think.
>You're just gonna become a little fucktoy.
>For that...
>She's not even worthy of being called a creature.
>That entity.
 
>The door opens.
>”Anon?”
>Rainbow?
>”Anon, are you alright?”
>She comes to your bedside, but jumps back at what she sees.
>A drained, emotionless face.
>Completely pale, devoid of any sensation whatsoever.
>Affixed in that same position...
>Mouth catching flies, your pupils shrunken to atomic sizes.
>It's not a sight you'd wish upon anyone.
>”Wha... What happened to you?”
>You're trying your best to respond.
>Move your eyes around frantically, trying to let her know.
>”Anon!”
>She doesn't seem to understand.
>”What are you trying to tell me?”
>Your jaw unlocks slightly.
>It's not enough, your vocal chords are still wrapped in a slipknot around each other.
>Tears well up in her eyes.
>”Is this just a game to you?!”
>No!
“Gckk...”
>Her sobs drown out your feeble noise.
>”You've made me worry so much...”
>She sniffs and blubbers violently.
>”And now you're not gonna tell me ANYTHING?!”
>Her eyebrows tilt downward.
>”Well fine! If you ever need me again I'll be nowhere that you can find me!”
>This is horrific!
>Surely she must understand...?
>This isn't your fault...