Monster

Warning: Rape Scene. See A/N for for Too Clop Didn't Read summary

I had never been as terrified before in my life as I was now. In the past few years since I had met Angel bunny, I had faced down timberwolves, negotiated territory disputes between angry bears and even angrier manticores, and even faced down a bunny stampede. I shivered as the memory came back to me, of thousands of tiny feet trampling down on me in every direction while I choked on the dust they had thrown into the air. I quickly banished the thought from my mind as I faced down the situation in front of me.

Scornful and judging blue eyes stared at me from the heavyset, bearded face of a pegasus stallion that stood between me and the happiness of my best friend. He stood at least a head taller than me, his muscles rippling as he moved his head to scrutinize me further. His blue cap looked far too much like a policepony’s cap for my comfort. As he adjusted his red bow tie, something metallic glinted under his rugged wifebeater. His mouth, a thin, disapproving line, opened as he spoke.

“You gonna buy a cherry or just stare at me all day?”

Oh, no! He saw me! I couldn’t do this. It was too much pressure! It couldn’t take it! I would crack! I backed away and shook my head. The cherry vendor scoffed and turned away as I walked away in shame. I sighed in relief, before shaking my head. What was I doing? I had come out here to the town–which was apparently called Ponyville–with my hair dyed green and wearing a face-concealing hat made of leaves, all because I wanted to make Angel a special recipe for his birthday. Angel had always had a fondness for salads with cherries on top, but cherries were usually too expensive to buy. Not to mention the risk of getting caught.

Every time I came out to this place was a huge risk, but there was nowhere else to go to get cherries. Cherries only came from the far south, where the Cherry family lived. Only one merchant in the entire area sold them, and he traveled back and forth, setting up a stand on the outskirts of Ponyville every weekend. Today was the Angel’s birthday, and my last chance to buy him something special. And I was walking away from that chance.

“You’re a scaredypony Fluttershy!” I whispered to myself harshly. “You’ve already risked getting caught and thrown in Tartarus for this. And Angel will be so sad when you don’t get him anything for his birthday!” I turned around. “For Angel!”

I walked up to the cherry vendor one more time. He turned a disinterested eye to me. “What’s this, the third time? You gonna buy something or not?”

I quivered. ‘For Angel,’ I thought, and opened my mouth.

“I want to buy a cherry,” I told him, eyes focused on the cherry so as to not look at the stallion as he stared down at me with his eyes. His intimidating, scary, judging, watching, all-knowing—I had to get out of here! Just as I was about to turn away to flee, his voice broke through my panic.

“That’ll be eight bits.”

I shot my head up in surprise. What?

“But you sold them last week for five bits!”

He smirked down at me. “Yeah. Last week.”

My hooves shook under me as if the world itself was falling apart. What was I going to do? I didn’t have the bits. I had only managed to scrape together seven bits from working odd jobs for non-pegasus ponies that were from out of town and wouldn’t likely remember me.

I couldn’t take the risk of anypony finding me. I had seen that notice on the Ponyville notice board, the piece of paper with bold words printed on it: “Wanted: Suspected of ponyslaughter. Wanted for questioning.” They had plastered a picture of my face on it. I was crouching awkwardly as I attempted, but failed, to smile into the camera. Instead, what came out was a picture of me looking like a cringing, ratty waif. My eyes, which I had narrowed because the camera flash had startled me, looked shrewd and conniving. My hair covered part of my face, giving me a somewhat sinister look.

Ever since I saw that poster, I knew that if I got caught, I would be interrogated. And I was interrogated, I would break. I would tell the truth. I would tell them that I was a killer, and then I would be thrown into Tartarus.

And now here I was, with seven bits to my name, living in the fields with the bunnies and trying to buy a cherry with my life savings. And it still wasn’t enough. My ears drooped and my eyes lowered. I desperately struggled against the tears that gathered in my eyes. I spoke up desperately in the vain hope that he would reconsider.

“Sir, you don’t understand! I need a cherry! My life will be over if I don’t get that cherry!” Maybe not literally, but I just couldn’t stand the idea of having nothing to give to Angel for his birthday. I looked up to him. He had taught me how to hide, how to live in the wild, how to speak to animals and put my hoof down when necessary. I had to make his birthday special.

The stallion remained unimpressed. “Yeah? And I thought my life would be over when my first marefriend left me. I’m still here. You’ll be fine without that cherry. You think you need it? So does everypony else. Now either pay or scram.”

I looked around. There was nopony else nearby. It was early in the morning. I had woken up early to make sure that there would be as few ponies as possible so as to minimize the chance of getting caught.

“But there’s nopony else here! For all you know, I could be the only one that wants to buy a cherry!” This wasn’t going to work. We both knew that what I said wasn’t true.

He predictably scoffed. “Yeah, well there’s going to be a huge rush soon. Maybe if I still have some in the evening, I’ll sell them to you for cheap. But I doubt it.”

I doubted it too. He had sold out before noon last week.

“Please! I’ll do anything! I’ll clean your laundry! I’ll shine your shoes!” I burst out.

He glanced down at his clothes, frowning. “You tryin’ to imply something girly?”

He took a menacing step forward out of his booth, eyes fixing me with a glare. I trembled and took a step back. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean anything, I just thought—”

He burst out into a chuckle, but the glare didn’t quite leave his eyes. “I’m just kidding. So tell me, why don’t you just ask go home and come back with an extra bit?”

His words made sense. Any other pony would have just taken his advice. But I knew that tone. That purple teenage schoolteacher used it when she kept asking me questions about where I was from. He was fishing around for information! My heart sped up. He might have recognized me from the wanted poster.

“Um.” I paused. I couldn’t tell him I was from some faraway place. He might check! And if he checked, I would be found out.

“Um.” What could I tell him? It had to be something that he couldn’t trace.

“I-I travel a lot, and this is all I have.” There. Simple but vague.

He smiled at me triumphantly. Had I said something to give me away? I hid myself under my mane, before worrying that the green might have washed off. I tried to check it for pink spots, but he interrupted.

“Oh, you travel? Just you and your parents, huh?”

I breathed a small sigh of relief. This question was one that I was asked a lot when I was a filly. “Oh, no sir. I’m an orphan. I’m a wandering animal caretaker, though I can do other jobs too.”

His grin bore down on me. I didn’t like that grin. He smiled like a timberwolf grinning down at a poor innocent bunny right before it tried to gobble it whole. I wondered whether he would try to eat me. I looked at his teeth, and comforted myself with the knowledge that they weren’t any sharper than a normal pony’s teeth. They were a little crooked, though. They reminded me of something, though I couldn’t quite figure out what they reminded me of.

He sized me up and said, “Other jobs, huh? Well, how about an even trade. I’ll give you my cherry if you give me yours.”

My face scrunched up. “My cherry? Oh, I don’t have one.” Wasn’t that the reason I was buying his? Was he feeling alright? I looked him over in concern.

He rolled his eyes and snickered. “Well, of course not. We got a few minutes till the usual customers get here, though. Wanna work for your cherry or not?”

My eyes lit up. I wasn’t sure what he was talking about, but if it would make Angel happy, then it was worth it.

He took a step into his tent and held it open for me. “Fillies first,” he said waving me in. His grin was even wider now.

I hesitated. Maybe this was a bad idea. This had the word “trap” written all over it.

He waved again impatiently. “Come on, we don’t have all day. I gotta actually sell some of these, you know.”

I took a deep breath and muttered “For Angel” one more time. I had come this far. I couldn’t back out now. I walked inside.

The tent was bigger on the inside than it had seemed from the outside. A single foldable table sat in the center, with various cooking utensils scattered on the floor around it. Near the back corner of the tent lay a large and plush bed with an attached lamp. A few magazines and some clothes lay scattered around the floor by the lamp.

I looked around suspiciously, but I didn’t see anything that indicated that he was a cannibal. Maybe he hid the bones? I knew that timberwolves buried them. I put my nose to the ground to the ground to try to sniff out blood. I didn’t smell anything. I was probably just being silly. Just because he looked scary, it didn’t mean that he was a bad pony. I should know better, after meeting Harry the bear.

As I lifted my head from the ground, I took a breath and spoke up. “So, um. What did you want me to do, exactly? If you don’t mind me asking, I me-eep!” His hoof was touching my flank and rubbing it. I froze. I hadn’t been touched by a pony in years. Sure I hugged Angel all the time, and sometimes cuddled with other animals, but this was the first time another pony had touched me. I felt a strange kind of warmth spread from where he had touched me. I blushed and shied away from him. What was that?

He leaned in further and put his other hoof around my neck as his face appeared behind my ear. I shuddered at how close he was to me. His hot breath ran up my neck. I tensed and the hoof he was rubbing my flank with moved back towards my haunch. As the hot feeling from his hoof intensified, I felt something ache within me.

“I’m kind of a dominant type. You ain't met a stallion like me before. You just relax now and let me work my magic,” he whispered into my ear.

I was confused. Wasn’t he a pegasus? And what was a dominant type? Though I was distracted, I definitely felt something wet and fleshy run along my neck. A jolt of adrenaline shot through me. He was licking my neck now! Oh Celestia! He did want to eat me!

“Please don’t eat me,” I begged, knowing I was helpless to stop him. The way his arms coiled around me reminded me of a snake coiled around a mouse. The harder the mouse struggled, the tighter the snake would coil. I held still in the vain hope that he would change his mind.

He chuckled deeply and said, “Aren’t you just the cutest thing ever. Now what’s stopping me from gobbling you whole?”

With my suspicions confirmed, I began to scream as loudly as I could. All I wanted was to give Angel a nice birthday present. Poor Angel. I had been so eager to surprise him that I hadn’t even said goodbye. Would he go looking for me, only to never find me? Maybe he would find my bones and give me a nice burial? Would he be alright on his own without me?

I felt his hot breath against my neck as he chuckled breathily. “Damn that was adorable.”

Well, screaming didn’t help at all. I bit my lip. Maybe reasoning would? “Well, mister. I’m a nice pony and I think you’re a nice pony and nice ponies should be nice to each other. I probably don’t even taste good,” I pleaded to him, words rushing out of my mouth in a frenzy.

I was barely paying attention to them anymore, though. I felt dizzy. Had he poisoned me with something? My knees were wobbling from lifting up both myself and the stallion, but they were also trembling from fear and… something else. I felt a dull thumping in my head, and some kind of burning feeling in my chest. Was this what it felt like to stare death in the face? It didn’t feel as bad as I thought it would be. In fact, it felt kind of… nice in a way. What was wrong with me?

The stallion chuckled. “Well, I think you’re a very naughty pony. And you taste just fine to me. Let’s get a better taste,” he said before moving his tongue up to my ear. I moaned involuntarily as he began to nibble. To my surprise, he wasn’t nibbling very hard.

‘Why don’t you just eat me already?’ I thought furiously, before realizing that I wanted him to eat me. What was wrong with me? Was his tongue coated with some kind of insanity inducing cannibal juice?

His tongue moved back down to my neck and I felt myself twist my neck towards him in ecstasy. This was sick. He couldn’t just eat me with dignity. He had to make me throw myself into his mouth.

I felt a sharp pain as something stabbed into me from behind. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed him holding up his hoof, a trail of blood dripping from it.

He looked confused. “Wait, didn’t you say you’ve done this before?”

I hadn’t said anything like that! And even if I had, how could I have been eaten before? He was making no sense! I was completely speechless. What in Equestria was going on?

Before I could gather my thoughts and answer him, he said, “Ah, screw it. None of my business. Just spread ‘em.”

Spread them? Spread what? My eyes bulged as a giant wormlike appendage appeared out from under him. Looking at it made me sick, so I turned my eyes away. Wait! I turned my eyes back. I had seen that before, somewhere. Anatomy lessons from a lifetime ago flooded my mind. I gulped.

“Oh, dear,” I uttered, realizing what was going on. He wasn’t trying to eat me. We were mating. The scientific word for it was coitus. That was his penis. Typically, a stallion needed to engage in foreplay before unsheathing his penis and impregnating a mare. That was what we had been doing. Oh, Celestia. He wanted to make a baby with me. Why me? Why did he even want a baby? Was he doing it because he felt nice? Didn’t he know I could get pregnant? I wasn’t ready for a baby!

I looked down at my vagina and saw it was bleeding. He had torn my hymen with his hoof. I had lost my virginity. I felt sick. It wasn’t the pleasantly strange kind of sickness that I had been feeling before. I wanted to go home and wash myself until I drowned. Mating was supposed to be between special someponies. I didn’t even know his name. I couldn’t stay here any longer. I definitely couldn’t let him finish this.

Armed with the knowledge that he wasn’t going to eat me, I made a run for it. A strong arm grabbed me and held me tight. I flapped furiously in an attempt to get away. It was useless. He was too strong.

“Hey!” he glared down at me. “What do you think you’re doing?”

A tear rolled down my cheek. “I’m sorry! This is all a misunderstanding! I didn’t know—I can’t—I don’t want this!” I babbled.

His glare deepened. “What the hay, bitch?! You can’t just swish your tail at me and let me show you a good time and then call rape!”

I sobbed deeper. Was he right? Was this my fault? I should have just left when I had the chance! How had I not realized what was going on? I had read the chapter on pony reproduction and had the best grades in the class. But nothing had prepared me for this!

I looked up at him. “Please just let me go,” I begged.

His expression grew darker. “You wanna make me angry, well I’m fucking pissed!”

I struggled harder. His grip tightened to a stranglehold. He shifted his left arm, which had been grabbing me around the waist, and lifted my body into the air. As he did so, his right arm shoved me forward towards the bed.

“You like it rough, don’t you. You wanna get dominated, don’t you!” he shouted.

Whatever that meant, it definitely sounded painful. I twisted my head around to look for anything that could help me. A knife lay on the floor next to the table.

I gulped. Why was the first thing I thought of a knife? Was this what I had turned into? I took a deep breath and summoned all of my courage. No matter how mean he seemed, this was just a misunderstanding.

“I’m sorry,” I began. “I didn’t mean t—”

I gasped as he slammed his hoof into the back of my head. I felt his breath by my neck again.

“And I really don’t care,” he declared cruelly before grabbing my neck and smashing my face into the bed.

My face landed in the blanket with my mouth completely covered. I tried to breathe through it but it was too thick. I tried twisting my neck around, but his hoof cut into my skin. I stopped moving, hoping that maybe it would hurt less if I did, but the suffocating pain in my chest forced me to tilt my head one last time. His hoof sliced against my neck, and I whimpered in pain, gagging. Tears blurred my vision as I beat at him with my wings in attempt to dislodge him. His hoof removed itself from my neck. I twisted my neck, wincing at the painful act, and sputtered as I gasped for air. Teeth bit down on my wings. I exhaled something between a shriek and a whimper.

“Shut up!” the stallion commanded, shoving me back down, pinning my body to the bed. I twisted and struggled to break free, but he bit my wings again. I grunted as he forced my head down, barely able to breath anymore. I felt a sharp pain in my vagina as he penetrated me from behind.

I turned my head to the side and wept. How could a pony be so cruel? I had tried to apologize, but he hurt me anyway. He was a monster. With each of his thrusts I lost a little bit of my will to fight, but a cold feeling settled in my chest.

I chose to focus on the physical pain instead. My right arm was bent at an awkward angle. I lay on it, and every time he pushed me down it dug into my chest. I focused on pulling it out. It was easier to focus on the pain I could stop.

There. I pulled my arm out from under me and shook it out. It had fallen asleep and felt all tingly. I remembered that back when I was a filly, I would sometimes make my leg fall asleep so I could feel that tingly sensation. It wasn’t very painful. It just felt funny. I tried to think of more happy things from my fillyhood.

I crouched low, examining the tiny paw print. My prey was near. The print was still molding itself into shape, which meant that my quarry had just passed through here less than a minute ago. I raised my ear flaps and listened.

There! The pitter patter of tiny feet sounded like thunder in the eerie silence of the Everfree Forest. I crept towards the noise, making sure that I didn’t step on any of the branches that were lying around. Moving slowly, I made sure that my breath was as shallow as possible. My prey had the most sensitive ears I had ever seen, except maybe Bruce the Bat’s. As I drew near, something must have alerted my target, because I saw something white streak out from a nearby shrubbery.

I shot out after him. I knew he could sprint faster than me, but I could hold out for longer. I kept running as quickly as I could, but I was losing him. Frustrated, I beat my wings to give myself a quick speed boost. I felt myself wobble a bit as I lost my balance, so I beat my wings harder and lifted off the ground. Now flying at my target, I noticed him slowing down. I beat my wings harder as I touched down on the ground, balance restored slightly. As I drew closer, a broad grin filled my face. It was the first time I had ever gotten this close.

Suddenly, the streak of white shifted to the right in a sharp, almost ninety degree turn. I stumbled as I tried to slow down and shift my momentum. I turned to my right, but couldn’t find him. I rushed forward, before realizing I couldn’t hear him either. I slowed to a stop and lifted my ear flaps again. His tracks led into a nearby hollowed out log. I grinned, before peering into the log, arms ready to grab him if he tried to make a run for it.

A furious white bunny burst out from the log, hind leg extended for a flying kick that was aimed at my face. I closed my eyes and flung my arms together, trapping the bunny, but taking the kick in the process.

“Oof!” I said as I tumbled backwards. I felt the bunny clawing and scratching at me, but I didn’t let go. Not now. I had been trying to catch him for months, and a few scratches weren’t going to make me let go now!

“Ow!” I shouted, blinking back tears. He had bit me!

“Angel! That was mean!” I complained, still holding onto him. “Why can’t we just play regular tag?”

Angel’s head popped out from my arms and scowled at me. He struggled for a bit more and then hung limp in defeat.

I set him down gently. “You’re it.” I said gently, smiling. Well, smirking actually. I knew it was mean, rubbing it in, but I just couldn’t help myself. Angel grinned evilly back at me. I felt my smirk fade and trepidation fill me. He was it now. Oh, dear.

Yet as I looked at him, I saw a newfound respect in his eyes. My heart warmed, and a smile—definitely a smile this time—appear on my face.

I choked back a scream. Blackness filled my vision as rough hooves pressed around my neck, choking me. I felt something warm and sticky spurt into me, and I prayed to Celestia that I wouldn't get pregnant.

Finally, he released my neck. I gasped for air as I felt him shift off of me. Everything ached. My legs tingled as if thousands of tiny daggers pierced them. My wings were bent and bloody. They had somehow been twisted into an awkward position. I flexed them, and felt my muscles cramp up. My eyes watered as I slowly flexed out my wing muscles completely. I felt something hit my face and bounce off. I looked down. It was a cherry.

“Now get out.” I heard the cherry vendor say. I looked at him. What was it for? Why would I care about a cherry? I opened my mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. Picked up the cherry. And left.