Title:           Stumbleine Part II
Author:          Slasher_Science
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First Edit:      Thursday 29th of November 2012 06:26:15 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 29th of November 2012 06:26:15 PM CDT

>You wake up alone in bed.
>A tiny bed.
>What happened?
>Fluttershy...
>It all comes rushing back to you.
>You were raped.
>By a pony.
>You throw the blankets off and scramble around looking for her.
>Sunlight streams through the windows.
>A bird sits on the sill, chirping out into the morning.
Flutter-
>You cut yourself off and jump up to get dressed.
>Your stomach and crotch have a dry crust formed on them.
>You bend over and puke into a potted plant.
>There's movement downstairs.
>Fluttershy.
>Looking around for escape routes, you come to only one conclusion.
>The window.
>You shoo the bird away and look out.
>The second story drop wouldn't kill you but... It would hurt.
Think think think...
>Sheets!
>You start working on tying sheets together, finding extras in a dresser.
>The same dresser is also large enough to support your weight.
>You tie the end of the sheet chain to a leg of the dresser and toss the rest out the window.
>They hit the ground with a couple feet to spare.
Perfect.
>You hoist yourself up and get ready to repel.
>You give the sheets a tug.
>Good thing you're not one of those obese kids.
 
 
>As luck would have it, there was no window on this side of the house down below.
>But if Fluttershy came up to her room anytime soon...
>You back out and begin lowering yourself.
>At least this secret agent stuff was keeping your mind off what happened last night.
>Halfway there.
>Where would you go after this?
>Pinkie Pie?
>Maybe Sweetie Belle.
>Would anyone believe that you were sexually assaulted by Fluttershy?
>No chance right?
>She's the element of kindness...
>In your lapse of concentration, your hand slips.
>Your feet slide off the wall and you grab onto the sheets for dear life.
AH!
>Your body spins and your back slams into the wall.
Oof!
>The force causes you to lose your grip with your sweaty palms.
>The ground approaches fast.
>You close your eyes.
>*SNAP*
 
 
AHHHHH!
>You scream and roll over onto your back clenching your left wrist with your right hand.
>You can't help but cry from the pain.
>You look down,
>It's broken.
>You can't feel your fingers, they're stuck slightly bent, your whole hand cocked at an odd angle.
>You try to silence your screams and hobble onto your knees.
>She will hear you.
>You manage a few steps before you fall to one knee and hiss through your teeth.
Dammit dammit dammit...
>"Oh my goodness Anon what happened?!"
>You look back in fear.
>Fluttershy flies toward you looking worried.
>She puts a hoof on your shoulder as you try to crawl away.
Go away! Leave me alone!
>She backs away.
>You lay on your back in the grass sniffling and cradling  your wrist.
>"O-oh no! I-it's broken!"
>She approaches again and tries to examine it.
>You roll away and hide it from her prying hooves.
Go away you freak! Don't touch me!
>The pain is making your voice shake.
>You feel her hoof on your shoulder again.
>This time you don't move.
>You try to catch your breath through the throbbing pain.
>"You're not thinking clearly from the p-pain... I'll get you inside."
>She starts to scoop you up.
Put me down! DON'T TOUCH ME! You... y-you rapist!
>She struggles to fly with you in her arms.
>"I'll fix you, don't worry my little Anon."
>She carries you back into her house.
>You weren't able to escape...
>She had you now.
>The door closes behind her.
>That's when you know you're truly trapped.
 
 
>Two days later.
>Your wrist is now wrapped in thick bandages.
>The pain of Fluttershy resetting it had been excruciating.
>She had gotten an herb for the pain.
>You had spent the last two days in a daze on her couch.
>That herb was meant for ponies.
>Not humans.
>The red root made reality fuzzy.
>All you could do was drool on yourself and groan.
>Unable to resist her even when you were sober enough to make out her face.
>She just kept feeding you the herb.
>Spoon feeding you.
>Touching you.
>Undressing you.
>Kissing you.
>She had to help you use the bathroom.
>Pinkie Pie had come by earlier asking about you.
>Fluttershy hid you under a pile of blankets.
>"I haven't seen him s-since he went to look for his home Pinkie Pie... Maybe he found it."
>Then she was gone.
>You wanted to scream out for Pinkie.
>The herb made it so your tongue didn't cooperate with your brain.
>You could only make pathetic gurgling noises as the pink pony bounced away from the cottage.
>Fluttershy returns and pulls the blanket off of you.
>"That was a close one Anon," she uses babytalk, "now I have you all to myself again."
>She rubs her face against your cheek.
>"You're right where you belong Anon."
>Her lips graze your forhead.
>"Soon you'll forget all about that other place."
>"Soon you'll realize,"
>Fluttershy slides the blanket off the rest of your body and exposes your naked form.
>"You are home."
 
 
>Four days since breaking your wrist.
>Four days of hell.
>Fluttershy keeping you drugged up.
>She keeps touching you.
>She hardly ever leaves her home and when she does, she dopes you up heavily.
>You are faintly conscious during the times she is gone.
>This makes it seem like she's always there.
>But,
>You can feel yourself building a tolerance to it already.
>Fluttershy doesn't notice.
>In fact, she hasn't noticed you have been spitting some of the herb out now.
>Each moment, you're coming back to reality.
>Then it happens.
>Fluttershy is up in her bedroom.
>You get a sudden flash of clarity.
>You test sitting up.
>It takes a lot of effort, but it works.
>Now to stand.
>You slowly push yourself up on your right arm.
>Good, you're standing.
>You take a step.
>The world shakes in your vision and you stumble.
>Your left hand shoots out to a chair and catches it.
>There's surprisingly no pain in your fractured wrist thanks to the herb.
>You can do this...
>You shuffle like a zombie to the door.
>Making sure to open it as silently as you can, you take your first breath of fresh air in days.
>It's night.
>The moon brightly lights up the forest around Fluttershy's cottage.
>You begin your slow trek down the dirt road.
>Never looking back.
 
 
>You make it to Sugarcube Corner.
>The trip there was hard.
>You fell a few times.
>Your body is covered in sweat and you're out of breath.
>The herb has worn off mostly with your work.
>You feel nauseous and collapse on the entrance to the shop.
>With your last reserves of strength you reach out and knock on the door.
>After a while of laying there it opens.
>Pinkie Pie stands there sleepily with a night cap on her frizzy mane.
>"Hoozit? Isss really late you kno-"
>She looks down and sees you.
>"Anon? Anon..."
>She rubs her eyes and her mane shoots out in surprise,
>"Anon what happened?!"
>You wrap a hand around her hoof.
Please... Help...
>Everything goes black as you slip into unconsciousness.
>You dream Fluttershy is chasing you through a field.
>You are naked and scared.
>Pinkie Pie and Sweetie Belle laugh at you near the edge of the forest.
>You see your parents ahead, holding their hands out for you.
>No matter how fast you run, they never seem to get closer.
>But Fluttershy does.
>You see a purple pony off to the side.
>Twilight Sparkle.
>"Did you enjoy your time?"
>You reach out for your mother.
>Her head turns into Twilight's and she speaks using your mother's voice.
>"We all just want to wake up."
>You bolt up out of your sleep with a gasp.
>"Oh my, you're finally awake."
 
 
>Pinkie Pie stands inches from you staring with a large smile.
>You're in a bed.
>The sheets, blankets and pillow cases are all pink.
>Actually, almost everything in the room is pink.
>This must be her room.
>It's day.
>The sun shines over your face.
>You wrap your arms around Pinkie and squeeze her tightly in a hug.
>She giggles.
Thank you thank you thank you!
>You realize you're naked.
>You had been naked when you escaped Fluttershy's...
>You let her go and make sure your lower half is covered by the blanket.
>Pinkie cocks her head, "you were in pretty bad shape last night. I had to wrap your paw up again because of the dirt... Did you break it?"
>You examine the fresh bandages.
Pinkie Pie... I- I need to tell you something.
>She smiles, "I like secrets, is it a secret?!"
>You fidget uncomfortably.
It's about Fluttershy, she-
>Pinkie gasps,
>"I almost forgot! You have a visitor!"
>She zips to the door and opens it.
>Fluttershy stands there looking worried.
>Your heart sinks.
>"Oh my little Anon, I found you!"
>She walks toward you.
>"Let's go home."
>Her eyes bore into yours.
>Pinkie Pie interjects, "Shouldn't he rest a bit more?"
>Fluttershy's gaze never leaves yours.
>"I think we will be okay."
>"I promise we'll be perfect."
 
 
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