Title:           Wrastlin
Author:          SilentOrion
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First Edit:      Wednesday 11th of September 2013 12:02:27 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 11th of September 2013 12:02:27 PM CDT

>Day Oh God The Pain in Equestria.
>You're Anon, as usual.
>Today differs from the ordinary however, in the single respect of it hurting to breathe.
>Christ, you need a drink, but that would require going to get it.
>You woke up an hour ago, and have not yet been able to will yourself to face the torturous pain that simply getting out of bed would induce.
>Fucking Fluttershy...
>Who the fuck has a Luchador fetish?
>It's becoming apparent that she broke your spine or something, as the agony is localized to your lower back.
>Pretty sure you're dying.
>Being the manly man that you are; you simply got up and dusted yourself off from the mind bending display of acrobatics and strength that she nailed you with yesterday.
>Yelling at her until she flew off in tears as usual; you made it all the way back inside before collapsing to the floor and crying like a bitch.
>It absolutely devastates your masculinity that you're now fairly certain of the adorable, meek pegasus being able to hands down destroy you in a fight.
>You'd heard of her staring down dragons and wrestling bears; but of course you discounted it all as Element of Harmony hype.
>I mean; fucking look at her!
>Biting your lip as a fresh wave of tears comes to your eyes; you hear a soft knocking from downstairs.
>God damnit.
>Sucking the tears back up like any real man would; you shakily rise to your feet and proceed to hobble towards your door.
>Out in the hallway you encounter your first real obstacle.
>Boss stairs.
>They have a mana bar.
 
>Each incredibly slow, precisely sure footed step down sends a jagged spike of pain up your back; like someones decided that a rusty nailcushion is a thing now and used your spine for it.
"...Fuck this."
>Letting every muscle in your body go limp; you ragdoll your way down the staircase while hoping that the intense pain causes you to blackout.
>No such luck.
"FUCKIN-UUUNGFFahahaaa...!! Aaaaghaaaa..."
>Once more, there you are on your floor, sobbing like a poofter.
>What would pops say?
>The soft taps on the door come once more, a little louder this time.
>Her concerned voice drifts in to you.
>"A-Anon...? Are you... Alright?"
>Don't let her see you cry, bro.
>Who fucking knows what she'll do to you if she becomes aware of your vulnerable state.
>She's yet to try anything, but it's only a matter of time; you can see it in her eyes.
"F...*cough* Fine."
>The first part came out in a pained squeak; had to mask it with a pleasing baritone that bleeds confidence.
"J-just... Go Away. Please."
>You want to bite off your tongue for actually saying something as unbelie-
>"Did you... Just say please...?"
>Your door is suddenly shattered from the force behind the Yellow cannonball in a clown outfit.
>Her guesses just keep getting more and more retarded; don't they.
>You're slowly approaching an event horizon of stupid, from which the light of sense cannot escape; aren't you.
 
>"Oh my goodness, oh my goodness what happened to you!?"
>It's possible to contain the sobs; but not the rage in your voice while replying.
"...I was forcefully slamfucked into the ground by a pone wearing a wrestling mask that should be thrown in jail, never to see he light of day again... Then showered in the sharp wooden shards OF MY FUCKING DOOR."
>If you could get up; you swear on ur mum...
>A sorrowful look overtakes her features as she softly replies.
>"I-I hurt you...? But you s-seemed fine yesterday..."
>Tears make their way down from her eyes that seem honestly regretful; smearing the white makeup applied to her face.
>Pussy.
"Yes. I faked it. Now get the fuck out so I can die in peace."
>With a final sniffle and wipe of her eyes; she gives you a determined look that can't bode well for your future self.
>"You just wait right here, mister... I'll be right back."
"No please don-"
>She rockets back through the now empty doorway.
>Hopefully to fetch a doctor to fix you, or an undertaker to get your measurements for a burial plot; but presumably to put on a skimpy nurses outfit to make the last moments of your life moist and awkward.
>What did you do to deserve this?
>A montage of the terrible shit you've done in life flashes by before you mentally stop yourself.
>Wow; you're going to hell.
>Glancing over to one of your cabinets; you can see sweet relief in the form of a bottle just a half a room away.
>An impossible distance.
>Lowering your head to the floor; you sigh at your miserable fate and wait for Fluttershy to return.
 
>In less time than you would expect from the usually easy going and slow pegasus; she floats back through your doorway with a saddlebag full of...
>Stuff.
>It's closed; how should you know what freaky BDSM gear she brought?
>Setting the bag down; she trots over to your prone form and worriedly nuzzles your cheek.
>You stare blankly above you as her mane drapes over your face, and her concerned eyes gaze down into your own uncaring ones.
>There's no point in resisting; you can't do anything in your current tormented state.
>This is happening.
>"Lets just get you to the couch; then I'll fix you a nice b-breakfast."
>Gripping your shirt by your neck; she drags you across your living room floor towards the couch; splinters of wood that litter the floor digging into you with each pull.
>This combined with the pain of your possibly shattered spine is becoming enough to send black spots reeling all across your vision.
>When she finally reaches it; she attempts to lift you up with the same grip, but falters halfway and drops you back to the floor with a thud and moan of pain.
"I hate you so fucking much..."
>She frowns down at you sadly.
>"T-that's not nice, Anon... I only want to take care of you..."
>It's a cute act; but you know for a fact that it's only a matter of time until she whips her di- wait, whips your dick out.
>Female rape; this is so fucking backwards.
 
>Once more gripping your shirt with her hooves on your shoulders this time; she pulls you up onto a resting position on the couch.
>"There... We... Go! Are you c-comfy?"
>You most certainly aren't comfy.
>The pain really is starting to become unbearable; it's your only hope that your weakness doesn't show.
"Y-yeah sure... See that bottle over there? Get it for me?"
>Cringing from each individual pang of agony from your ruined back; you point to the half empty bottle of Stalliongrads finest Vodka.
>No better cure for what ails you.
>You've always done your best to remain sober around the pones; they're simply too innocent to deal with a drunken fool of an Anon.
>But desperate times and all that.
>She catches sight of what you're asking for and floats over to it.
>Looking down at the label; a frown that somehow speaks of a mothers disappointment crosses her face.
>"A-Anon... I know it must hurt, but this isn't any way to cope..."
>Your eyes, narrowed with a venom that only an alcoholic in need of a fix could muster, peer into her own stern ones.
>You will not be denied your own liquor.
"Give... It..."
>She shakes her head slowly as her eyes close and the look of disappointment intensifies, but relents in the face of your glare.
>Floating over slowly; she drops to the floor and hoofs you the bottle, which you immediately take a hearty swig from.
>"Oh Anon..."
>You can't bring yourself to care about her sad tone of voice as she looks you over; already feeling that wonderful uplift.
 
>As you take another mouthful; she trots over to her saddlebags and starts pulling out cooking equipment, as well as a pink apron with a heart on it that admittedly looks adorable on her once she's finished tying it around her midsection.
"Chaaah, that's the shit right there!"
>She glances back over at you as you wipe your mouth before trotting to your side once more.
>Reaching out with a hoof; she gives you a look that's a step away from being The Stare.
>"Alright, mister... T-that's enough..."
>Implying liquor.
>Implying ever enough.
"Yeah, I'll hold on to this thanks."
>Wrinkling her muzzle as your breath that bites of the booze reaches her nostrils, she trots over to the kitchen without another word.
>What do you care if she thinks any less of you?
>Shit; if you'd known it was so easy to throw her off your scent, you'd have been wasted around her since the day you met.
>That heavenly glow overcomes you as your senses and thoughts begin to slow to a crawling pace; the sound of cooking reaching you from the kitchen.
>Your back still aches like a bitch, but it's starting to feel like you can ignore the pain.
>Swilling away more of the clear contents from the bottle; you hum to yourself while waiting for breakfast.
>You do believe that's fish you smell.
>Must be taking all of her willpower to stand over something that used to be alive and watch it burn; but if there's one thing you know, it's that she'd do anything to get on your good side.
>As the mouthwatering scent permeates through the room; you just continue to hum and stare at the ceiling in a slightly dulled stupor.
 
>It's not terribly long before she returns carrying a plate on her back, and fork in her mouth.
>Gross.
>Setting the plate on the coffee table beside you; she somehow grips the fork in a hoof and takes up a bit of stir fried fish and veggies.
>"S-say aaaah..."
>Holy shit you're suddenly in an anime; naked apron and everything.
>Giggling to yourself as you open wide; you bite down when she gently places the food on your tongue and tilts her head in expectation.
>It's delicious, as you're sure almost anything would be to your inebriated mind.
>She smiles widely in enthusiasm at what must be a stupid grin on your face as you chew.
>"Do you l-like it?
>Washing it down with more glorious vodka; you reply honestly.
"Fuck yes; who knew you were so good at searing the flesh of deceased animals?"
>Her smile takes on a hint of pained exasperation at the reek of alcohol; but she continues to hoof feed you duteously.
>"I'm glad... Y-you may have pulled a muscle; so you need your protein."
>Continuing to power through the meal; your pained back moves further and further from your thoughts as the vodka does it's job.
>When it's been polished off; she happily trots back to the kitchen with your dirty dishes before coming back to stand by your side.
>"Alright, r-roll over for me?"
>You cock an eyebrow and chuckle at her like a perverse dimwit.
"Excuse me? Want me to bite the pillow to?"
 
>Looking at you in confusion; her eyes slowly widen in realization as her cheeks get rosy.
>She looks down and mumbles inaudibly while scuffing a hoof along your floor as you take another chug and flip over with a laugh.
>"P-please Anon... I think you've h-had enough to drink..."
>You're laughter rings out once more; it's so easy to laugh when your knee deep in the sauce.
>But you think she's probably right; at least for now.
>Any more and you'd be passed out like a club hopping floozy, just begging for a good date raping.
>After setting the bottle to the floor beside you; you feel your shirt rising up along your back, but you can't really seem to find any fucks to give at the moment.
>"O-oh... I'm so sorry..."
>You can feel her warm breath tickling your bare skin as she begins to pick out slivers of wood with her muzzle.
>It feels a bit...
>Good, honestly.
>The pain is dulled to such an extent that all you really feel is her warm fur and breath on you.
>It's been far too long since you've had much real contact with anyone; pone or otherwise.
>She finishes removing debris from your back and flaps off to retrieve something from her bag.
>Coming back; she pours what you'd assume is some form of disinfectant onto a clothe and prepares to apply it to you.
>"Now this might sting for just a little bit."
>She's really in her element here; not even stuttering in awkwardness like she usually does around you.
>Your face is buried in your arms, and you're fighting the urge to take a nap.
"Whatever..."
 
>She delicately wipes the clothe along your back with the utmost care; keeping careful watch for any signs of discomfort.
>Before long; she's finished up and is packing away the disinfectant back into her bag.
>Feeling her hooves land on either side of you; you tilt your head to look at her from the corner of an eye.
>"I'm j-just going to try and work out all this tension that you're carrying."
>You mumble out a response that you can't even make out yourself as she gingerly steps along your back.
>A throbbing pain rises in the back of your mind, but quickly dies down from her ministrations.
>"Now just you sit tight."
>Facing the opposite direction from you, she grips your legs with both forehooves and places her hind legs along your back.
>With a sudden jerk and twitch of your eye; your legs are yanked backwards as pressure on your spine causes it to crack loudly.
>Oh god, that's so much better.
>She floats off as you let out a moan of deep content and pleasure.
>Wriggling slowly in a way that would have caused you to gasp in pain this morning, you relax your body and sink deeper into the couch.
"Oh shit; thanks for that..."
>The sweet release from that pain, and being able to finally stretch out only exacerbates your sinking consciousness.
>As you're drifting off, you feel her hop up onto the couch and cuddle into a ball next to your side.
>"You're w-welcome, anything for you..."
>And then darkness.
 
>Coming back to a waking state an indeterminable amount of time later; you find the pegasus snoozing quietly at your side, just as you left her.
>It feels like you've been asleep for hours, but being as drunk as you still are; you doubt that's the case.
>Picking up the bottle on the floor to drink once more; you glance down at the adorable mare.
>She actually did you some good today; despite this entire thing being her fault.
>And she was really cute in that apron.
>But most importantly she didn't try to molest you as you were expecting.
>In her sleep; her soft breath slowly passes the lips that were softly mouthing at your back just this morning.
>A stray strand of mane falls over her muzzle which you brush away gently.
>Perhaps it's the alcohol, but thinking back on the events of the day; you are considering doing something you'll probably regret.
>Rising to stand at the side of the couch; you look over her sleeping form and gently shake her awake.
>Those bright teal eyes; dulled only slightly from sleep look up to regard you.
>She mumbles quietly while staring up at you and rubbing along her eyes with a hoof; a small smile dawning on her face.
>Leaning closer, you wait until your lips are only inches away from her own.
>She closes her eyes and raises up in expectation.
>Gripping her body and pulling it ever closer to your own; you whisper to her in the soft tone of a lover.
"Lucha Libre is for fags..."
>Turning suddenly, you perform a flawless German Suplex; sending her crashing through your coffee table.
>"EEEEP!"
>Leaping to your feet in one fluid motion; you run towards the wall and rebound against it.
>Using the gathered momentum; you drop The Peoples Elbow down on her with the wrath of an angry god.
>KO!
>It was a drunken wrestling kind of day.