My name is Fluttershy. Up until recently, I was a kind pony who loved animals, and the bearer of the Element of Harmony, Kindness. Now, I am a murderer. A rapist. A cannibal. A sadistic shell of my former self. This is my story, and any who no longer wish to hear my story may leave now. No one forced you to hear it, you do this of your own free will. As I myself will probably be dead by the time anyone hears my story, I am not responsible for your own mental or physical damage caused by my story and cannot be blamed for one's own recklessness towords their ponysona.
If you still wish to continue, be my guest. But do not expect answers as to why I lost my sanity, or why I became what I am. This is purely a story for knowledge, whatever the knowledge you may seek be. If you are reading this because it is a century or millenium since my passing, and you beleive this is purely a foal's fable, please go straight ahead as I am sure the families of the victims that I ruthlessly slaughtered and used for solely my pleasure would love to hear that years from now, their lost hopes and dreams, their disturbing sorrows reduced to ashes, the horrible truth buried so deep that no one could uncover it if they had Starswirl the Bearded himself to help you!
Now please. Sit back and relax as you hear exactly what happened throughout such a short period of time.
- Fluttershy, Element of Kindness
“Pinkie, have you seen Rainbow Dash recently?” I ask. It has been a week since anypony had seen the weather control pony, and as a result a replacement has been sent from Cloudsdale to do Rainbow’s job.
The pink party pony looks around, as though nervous, and then looks at me and giggles, saying “No, silly billy! Why, Fluttershy?” I say in my usual whisper “Well, no one has seen her for a full week! I want to go to her house, but…”
“Oh, you won’t find her there!” Pinkie Pie says. “What?” I ask. She quickly realizes her mistake and says “Oh, nothing of course!” However, I heard her clearly, and immediately knew something was up. Did Pinkie know something? “Pinkie, I’m shy, not dumb! What do you know?!”
She starts to slowly back away, so I start to pin her in. Pinning Pinkie in is no trouble at all, as many animals become frightened when they see somepony bigger then them. At this point, I knew she knew something, so I had to get it out of her! If she did anything, ANYTHING, to hurt MY Rainbow Dash! I love Dashie, and I need to know what happened to her!
As I continue descending on my friend, she moves closer and closer to the wall. When she realizes how close she is, she sprints to get out of the corner. Fortunately, I’ve faced similar problems with my animals, and trip her. She rolls onto her side and I take the opportunity to mount her.
I look around for some sort of weapon or something to keep her still, and find a dagger not far away. I lunge for it, and manage to take it into my mouth by the hilt. Pinkie tries to run past me, but I spin around, cutting her face. “Ow,” Pinkie shouts! I look at the cut the blade had made, and then to the newly bloodied knife in my grasp, than back to Pinkie’s face that is now dripping small amounts of blood. I knew I should be terrified of what I had done.
But I wasn’t.
“Wha di ou oo,” I heard myself shout, muffled by the dagger. “Nothing, I swear!” says Pinkie Pie. I point the blade at her throat. “Don’t lie, Pinkie Pie! I don’t want to hurt you!”
But I was lying. I did want to hurt her. I had a weird feeling, like a rush, when I cut her. I needed to feel that again! However, my shy little voice was telling me not to. So as a test to both of us, I swung the blade again, cutting into her other cheek. Again, the rush filled my body. It felt good to hear the party pony’s pathetic yelp escape her throat!
What was wrong with me?! I never acted like this before!
“Ok, ok Fluttershy! I’ll talk, I swear! Just put the knife away!” She says. “No!” I reply. “Not until I can be assured of Dashie’s safety!” I had to keep it with me. It felt good to have control!
“To be honest, Flutters, I…” “Yeeess..?” I urge. “Well, she’s dead. I tortured her to death.”
I feel my blood turn to ice. My heart stops beating, and I cannot move as I stare at the bleeding face of my true love’s killer. I feel like my jaw drops off of my face, even though my grasp on my dagger tightens. “I’m… sorry?” She mutters out.
My vision goes red. All my thoughts die. Time slows dramatically. And then I, without a second thought, stab the blade to the hilt into Pinkie Pie’s right foreleg, right where it connects to the body.
“SORRY!” I scream as her right foreleg crumples under her weight. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘SORRY’?” I yank the blade out of her right foreleg and stab it into her left foreleg as she screams in pain. The rush builds in my heart. All I can see in her face is a mixture of blood and tears.
“SORRY DOESN’T BRING THE PONY I LOVE BACK, DOES IT?!”I yank the blade out again, this time swinging it in arcs that rapidly cut gashes into Pinkie’s legs and face. “HOW DO YOU LIKE IT, HUH?! DO YOU ENJOY THE PAIN?” I shout, again burying the blade into her chest.
The rush and my rage has blocked out every instinct other then violence.
“Fluttershy, sto-”
That was as far as she got before I sank the blade for the final time into her neck.
Still seething with rage, I pull the knife out of the corpse of Pinkie Pie, the Element of Laughter. I smile, looking at her bloody corpse, still bleeding in death. I cut off part of her right foreleg as a spoil to keep. I put the knife in my saddlebag, and take the severed leg with me as I escape under the cover of darkness to my cottage on the edge of the Everfree Forest, thinking on what I had just done.
Author's Note
Ok, so this is my first fanfiction ever, so let me know if I should continue or stop. Also, were you to share this, please give me credit.
Once I got home, I spent the rest of the night crying. Some was for the loss of my friend Pinkie Pie, but most was for the loss of the pony I loved most. I fell asleep eventually, but not for many hours. Sleep was restless, however, as I was plagued by dreams and visions of horror, teaching me to use tools I’d never expected to need to learn how to use, knowledge I'd never expected to need, and experiences I never thought I'd live through like I did in that dream land of a world. It wasn’t until after my next victim, however, that I discovered that I'd use the nightmarish knowledge to kill another pony.
-Fluttershy
I am jolted awake by a sound at the door. Somepony had knocked. I am drenched in sweat and my eyes are puffy from crying myself to sleep last night. I go and put on my robe, and notice it’s half past ten o’clock. Though nightmares plagued me the entire night, I somehow was forced to sleep in.
I float to the door, yawn, and open it to reveal my friends Twilight, Rarity, and Applejack. Had this been any other day, I’d have been excited or surprised, or both, but today I was frightened. I often would crack under pressure, but I sensed today would be different. My psychopathic tendencies were beginning to grow inside me. Where the old me would've broken down and sobbed like the little bitch I was, now I am able to look into my best friends' eyes and lie to their faces.
“Hel- oh, Fluttershy, you look terrible! You must have heard the news then?” said Twilight.
“What news? I was tending Angel, who was sick, and he got me sick,” I lied, “I’ve been in bed since yesterday.” I wasn’t completely lying, as yesterday I was caring for a sick Angel bunny. However, while he definitely got better, he never did get me sick.
“Ah, Twi,” Applejack whispered, “Maybe we should wait for Fluttershy to get better before we tell her ‘bout… y’know…”
Apparently my secret crush on Rainbow Dash isn’t so secret after all.
“Tell me about what?” I say with false innocence. What they don’t know is I already know what they’re about to tell me, and I let them see what I know they expect to see: A tilted head, a curious look on my face, as though the shy little mare the others knew was still there, nervous, but hoping, praying for some good news.
“We found Pinkie Pie last night in a dark alleyway in a pool of blood. Somepony had stabbed her to death as far as we can tell, as she had many varieties of deep and shallow gashes on the front of her body and legs. Also, her right hoof is missing. We couldn't find it with her body.” I cover my mouth with my left hoof, in what would seem is shock, while it is really to conceal a smile as I know it was my hoovework they found. For the first time since last night, I feel the horror of feeling joy from something horrible. “So they searched Sugarcube Corner, in case there was anything that could help reveal the killer's identity, and…”
Whereas Twilight had been speaking, Rarity surprising picked up for Twilight here, “Darling, they found a hidden entrance to a basement even the Cakes didn’t know about. And in the basement…” Rarity shutters but continues “… A blood-splattered dungeon, filled with torture devices and weapons. The blood... It was too contaminated with drugs and...” Rarity gets closer, tears visible in her eyes. "...DNA... Two different strands of DNA, from two different ponies... From what we can assume... Whoever was down there was raped... and with one pony known to be missing, we could only guess the identity of the victim..."
At this news I move my hoof away from my face. My sadness has returned as fresh tears rolled down my face. Apparently my heart is not hardened like titanium just yet, and I can still mourn for my dead crush. I wrap my forelegs around Rarity as I release a great long sob. I miss Rainbow Dash dearly, and Rarity is the next best thing there. Next thing I know, I have three pairs of forelegs thrown over me in a big hug, and I release all of my despairs until all that is left is sniffles and moans of Rainbow’s name.
“Fluttershy? You feeling better?” Rarity asks. I nod, glad that I’m done. I hate crying, as it makes me feel so weak. It always has. It is a guilt which has followed me from foalhood to marehood. “Y’know, its Sunday. We have our weekly spa day today. Do you still wanna go? If not I understand, but I thought it might help you feel better about all this...” I say I still want to, but Twilight interjects and says I should stay here since I’m not feeling well. We argue for a little bit, but in the end I decide I’m going. I take off my robe, grab my saddle bag, and Rarity and I head to the spa.
As we trot to the spa, we notice the townsfolk are acting strange. I see that nopony is smiling and everypony is watching everypony else, as though their trust for everypony else has vanished. Even odder is when I notice Flitter, who I usually like to talk to, has a slightly less colorful coat, much like when Discord took over. We make our way over to the spa, as I beg in my head that whatever is wrong is not my fault.
We head in and I no one is at the counter immediately. Aloe, however, pokes her head out from behind her desk not long after we enter, and when she sees us she sighs with relief and smiles at us. "Rarity! Fluttershy! It's just you two! When Lotus and I heard about the murder, we became quite afraid! We thought you wouldn't come! Oh, Lotus and I are so sorry for your loss! We hope the murderer will be caught soon and put to death so we can let the town return to normal!"
“My word,” I whisper to Rarity, “This stuff travels fast, doesn’t it?”
“Well, you know where the Jacuzzi is and the towels are, so go ahead when you are ready.” Aloe says. As we get there, we see Aloe’s sister, Lotus, adding a perfume and some lotus petals to the water just for us. “Oh, hello mares! Aloe and I weren’t sure if you’d show! We’re so sorry about Pinkie Pie. She was the life of this town. I can't imagine her not being around...”
We get in the Jacuzzi as Lotus leaves us be. “Aaaah…” I moan as the warm water washes away what remains of my sadness. The water rejuvenates me and lets me think clearly, which helps me notice every little detail. However nothing stands out, and so I take this time to relax. I close my eyes and think on all that’s happened recently. I remember what Rarity said about the torture chamber and make a note to return there later, though I can’t decide why.
Finally Rarity breaks the silence and my train of thought.
“You know, darling, I’ve been thinking.” She says, quite loudly, which suggests she wants me to hear what she has to say. “What about?” I ask. “About this whole thing with Rainbow Dash. And Pinkie Pie. I know you loved Dashie...” My eyes shoot open. I blush, and look down. “It’s okay. She was cute, in a tomcoltish way. And I’ve been thinking about how maybe I should tell the pony I love that I love her. I mean, she doesn’t even know it, and losing two great friends in one night makes me realize that though fashion is great, it certainly doesn’t last forever, and love can last even shorter. I don’t want to miss the chance you missed.”
At first I was understanding, but then I turned bitter at the fact she referenced my shyness towards my telling Dash how I really felt about her. “Oh. Well you should before it’s too late. Who’s the pony anyway?” I’m making sure to keep the pony in my head, as I am jealous of Rarity and want to make the pony pay for possibly giving Rarity the love I never got.
“It’s you” Rarity whispers quickly.
My head shoots up. Surely I misheard! She was so quiet... "Sorry, Rarity, what was that? I must have misheard you..." Rarity looks at me and opens her mouth as though to say something. Then she closes her mouth. She sits there for a while, opening and closing her mouth as though she was trying to say something, but just can't.
Finally, Rarity closes her mouth for the last time, and next thing I know, I feel Rarity's hooves on my shoulders and her lips on mine, and everything comes to me in a flash: I hadn't misheard her, and Rarity could barely even say it once. Now she is forced to resort to using actions to show her feelings. Before I can think of what to do next, I melt into her kiss, arousing my every sense.
After what feels like an eternity to me, I finally feel Rarity pull away from me, and I see tears falling from her eyes. "Do you really love me?" Rarity asks. "I'm sorry I kissed you, but I couldn't help myself. I feel bad for you, and I'm scared." Clearly this drama queen really does have a sensitive side, despite the emotions she usually shows being 'inspired,' 'mad,' and 'omc this is the worst thing ever here let me spawn a fancy couch to show how much this upsets me.'
"Rarity, I... I don't love you. But I can try. I want you to be happy, and we're such close friends, I want the best for you." I say to her, whispering nervously.
"Then prove it to me!" Rarity screams in an almost frightening voice. "Please," Rarity says, this time in a calmer fashion, "Fluttershy, I-I can't imagine another day without proof that somepony I know loves me! I just can't survive without this! A single day has driven me insane! I need you! I need... your body..." Rarity hisses the last words out and fresh tears escape her eyes, causing her beautiful, expertly done makeup to run down her face.
"My body? You mean you want to control me?" I ask, trying to keep my feelings under control.
"NO!" She screams again. "Fluttershy, you and I both know you're still a virgin. THAT, darling is what I want." I feel my face turning as red as it will ever be as I finally realize what she craves. "Sex, Rarity. You want me to mate with you."
I sigh. I always thought Dashie would be my first, but clearly that was not an option. And who better to take it than the pony who loves you the most? Plus, it's obvious Rarity wants me badly, and I don't want to hurt her. I don't want her to feel the pain I felt with Dashie. "Surely not here, though? Shall we head back to your place?" I say, not wanting to do anything dirty here. "Thank you, Fluttershy. I promise you won't regret it."
I nod and slip out of the tub, immediately drying myself off, as well as going into the locker room to retrieve my saddlebag. Rarity follows me, her mane in her face to hide the mess her makeup had made. She trots quickly into a corner of the room and lets out a dramatic sob, making me turn to her. "Rarity? What's wrong, hun?" But I had a good guess what was wrong. "My makeup!" She screams to me, unable to turn and look at me as she levitates a makeup remover towelette to wash it clean.
"OF ALL THE THINGS THAT COULD HAPPEN, THIS WAS THE WORST. POSSIBLE. THING!!!" She screams, acting as dramatic as usual. However, she doesn't make a show of it like she normally does. She was crying harder than I'd seen her ever cry in my life; and she doesn't cry often. "M-M-My makeup! Nopony can see me without my makeup!" I tried to approach her to calm her, but it was like she had a shield around her I couldn't penetrate. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. "Um, R-Rarity, dear, don't you have more at home? Can't you just reapply it there?"
But she continues to avoid looking at me. "You don't understand, Fluttershy... Nopony has seen me without my makeup on in years! Even longer than we've been friends! I've been very careful and very precise about that! I know all the tricks to keep it on for extended periods of time, and to make sure that it was waterproof, but I never could make it-" She lets out a great sob. "Tearproof!" She then takes a deep breath. "Okay, okay... I'll just teleport home and I'll be all better!" She continues to mumble to herself as she strokes her normally gorgeous mane, which is becoming tangled and knotted, until I cut in. "Um, pardon me Rarity, but, uh... Why do all this?"
The normally calm, beautiful mare starts to shake violently as fresh tears run down her cheeks. I can almost physically feel her heart beating faster and her mind slipping into the grips of an anxiety attack, which I have had all too often in my lifetime. "I c-can't let a-a-anypony see me like this! You'd n-n-never want me if you saw me like th-th-th-this! P-Please. just go away!" But I can't, for I have spoken those same words to the one I loved, and she left eventually and it hurt me more, and so instead I go to her and hug her tightly, not letting go of the one pony who still loves me, despite the thrashing and screaming. "Rarity, please," I scream, "please calm down! I still love you, Rarity! I always have and always will! Now please, please, just calm down!" It takes a good amount of time before she does so, and it is when she finally is calm that I can get a good look at her face. Despite the freckles and maybe crows feet, there isn't much of a difference. However, she has always had a desire to be among the rich at Canterlot, and I can guess what is wrong.
"Rarity, look at me," I speak in an unnaturally determined voice. I hold her head still so I can look into those eyes that remind me of a precious gem as I speak again. "You are beautiful. No one here will hurt you, Rarity. I understand your anxiety, but you have no need to fear ponies hurting you. Please..." I smile gently at my new lover. "You can trust me, right..?" She nods at me, smiling in a way I've never seen her do before.
"O-Okay Fluttershy... I hope you're ready to lose your virginity..~" Rarity says in a teasing tone.
"I hope you are too..." I say, before whispering something under my breath I don't mean, or at least I think I don't mean. "...bitch..~"
I regret the word as soon as I say it, but only for the moment it takes for Rarity to register the word, before she responds. "Bitch? Oh darling, I didn't think you were that naughty~" Rarity says with a smirk before she takes my hoof. "Let's go, Fluttershy, before I fuck you here~"
At Rarity's Boutique...
We head up to Rarity's bedroom as soon as we arrive, and immediately after the door slams shut, I feel my saddlebag leave my body as I am roughly forced onto the bed. Rarity places her lips on mine, and I feel myself getting wetter as Rarity forces her tongue into my mouth.
'If Rarity was any more aroused, this would be rape,' I think to myself. But I feel no disappointment or pain or anger, just arousal. I eventually regain control of my body allowing my tongue to meet Rarity's in time to the thrashing beat. I lower my hoof down to the origin of the warm, damp sensation driving me to thoughtless mating.
Then, I remove my hoof and break our kissing to lap up the juices flowing from our sweet pussies. When our lips, or really our tongues meet again, we share the wonderful taste of our sweet nectar, and in the next moment I feel a shot of extreme pleasure shoot through me as our second pair of lips finally meet and share a sweet kiss.
Before we know it, all feeling we have left is in our marehoods, and then we are on the ground grinding our vaginas together feeling nothing but the pleasure our soaking wet pussies could provide. Our moaning was drowning out everything in the room, and for a long while I forgot where I was, or who I was making love to. All was pleasure, and finally I feel a great buildup of pressure in between my legs, and the spell is broken as I scream at a frequency I thought couldn't be possible until I realized Rarity was screaming it with me:
"I'M CUUUUUUMMMMMING!!!!!"
As a young filly, I did not have enough time or knowledge to properly please my inner feelings during heat, and once I gained the knowledge of things such as "fucking" and "masturbation", I was far too busy to please myself even in the lowly hours of the night. As a result, this was my first ever orgasm, and it was mind-shattering. It felt as though a huge wave of pleasure was just released through my marehood.
Panting and exhausted, I speak, breaking the silence: "Rarity, um, I know I'm not the best judge, considering this was my first time, but... that was amazing."
"Oh, darling, I agree completely! But we're not done yet! We're not leaving here with our hymens intact!" Rarity walks over to her closet and pulls out a dildo surprisingly close to a colt's real equipment, only this one was about a foot long and was attached to a pair of panties. Rarity blushes and says "I promised myself if I ever found a mare that I'd want to spend the rest of my life with, she'd break my hymen with a strap-on the first time we had sex. And tonight is that night."
I stand still as Rarity uses her magic to slip the strap-on onto me. "Also Fluttershy, this strap-on is special: it is specifically designed to go as deep inside one's body as they desire, so when I say deeper and you aren't buried to the shaft inside of me, I MEAN deeper!" I can't imagine what that would mean, so I simply approach Rarity as she places her lips on the tip of the shaft. A shiver of pleasure runs through me. "One final thing," Rarity says, "The shaft is magically bound to you, so you and it both react as though you have had this..." Rarity licks her lips as though staring at a delicious dessert straight from the oven. "...monster of a dick your entire life~"
Then Rarity takes the shaft in her mouth and starts to give me a blowjob. As Rarity starts to take the shaft deeper and deeper in her mouth, I start to understand what she meant by "specifically designed to go as deep inside one's body as they desire." I could feel my cock going deeper down Rarity's throat, growing longer until she finally reached the shaft, yet as far as I could tell she could breathe fine. But I could see she had my impressive member inside her, for her throat was bulging in such an interesting, yet oddly arousing way.
Then, when I thought I couldn't take any more, Rarity removes the cock from her muzzle and whispers softly in my ear. "It's time~" Rarity simply stands up and turns away from me, revealing the still soaked marehood which would soon be stuffed full of dick. I come up behind her and, carefully lining up my false hardness with her vagina, I slowly but surely drive my spike home into her.
What start out as moans of pleasure quickly turn into moans of pain and anguish as Rarity's hymen breaks and blood spills out of her body. On some wild instinct, I catch some on my hoof and lap it up. 'Mmm,' I think to myself. 'The combo of blood and her sweet nectar is surprisingly appetizing.'
Craving more, I pick up speed despite Rarity's plea's for me to stop and let the pain subside. I knew fucking her more would cause the wound to tear more, therefore releasing more blood. I moan Rarity's name as I feel the blood wash over my false penis and wanted nothing more than to lick the blood off.
"Oh," I moan, "Oh, oooh, aaah, AAAH, AAAAAAH!!!"
I moan as I finally release the magical load inside of my dick inside of Rarity's bleeding pussy. Rarity falls to the ground, still bleeding, and I bend down and started licking up the mixture of liquids off the ground, Rarity watching the whole time.
And then a crazy idea enters my mind. A forbidden idea. One that should be considered taboo even to the most sadistic of ponies. I walk over to my saddlebag and pull out the knife I used to kill Pinkie with. Noticing the blade still has Pinkie Pie's blood coated on the tip and on the edge where I'd severed her hoof, I walk over to Rarity, who is now curled up in a fetal position, and wrestle with her for control, but finally get her. Somehow she is more exhausted than I am.
I roll her over so she is in a position that offers her plot to me in the most revealing way, and plunge the knife into Rarity's asshole as she lets loose a horrible shriek. I realize a nearly fatal mistake and go and grab some fabric from downstairs, leaving the knife hilt deep in Rarity's asshole. Using the fabric as a gag, I return to Rarity's plot, fucking her with the blade as her butt starts to overflow with blood.
As my mind slips deeper into darkness, I have another idea. I slide under Rarity in a 69 position and move her gag, only to be replaced with the cock she wanted so badly to take her virginity. I force it deeper down her throat as I continue to fuck her ass using the knife. Throughout the night I fuck her throat with that magical cock and her ass with that bloody knife. I lap up the blood when I grow tired, and I smile as I let that thick member Rarity equipped me with slither deeper into her body, letting loose orgasms of thick, copious, fertile seed into her body. Soon her body is disfigured by the tentacle-like dick, which is now almost entirely through her small intestine, as well as the cum which has swollen her stomach, and my muzzle is stained red with the mare's blood. It isn't until Luna's moon shines on her that I realize she is dead, and the pleasure I felt from that magical dick is gone because the source of magic that gave the strap-on its magical powers is gone.
It takes a few moments for reality to sink in, but when it finally does, I just smile and pass out, satisfied by a job well done.
Author's Note
Yes, so chapter two is complete. And it just gets worse from here on out. Please don't read on if you barely/couldn't make it through this chapter. This chapter was particularly long so I could develop Fluttershy's sexual desires. I hope you enjoyed, feel free to give criticism. Tell me what I can do better for chapter three!
