Pattering. Angel noted, that's how it all started. Pattering in the walls, pieces of paper being mysteriously torn up, odd creatures skittering across the floor.. and it elevated. To this.
Angel watched desperately as his beloved caretaker, Fluttershy, was violated repeatedly by the squeaky offenders. There were hundreds of them, all piling up and doing unspeakable things to the pony he loved like no other. Poor Fluttershy's kindness betrayed her again as she cares for but three mice who seemed totally harmless, but were now ruining her life.
Earlier that day…
"Angel!" Fluttershy called from downstairs, "it's time to go! We shouldn't keep Rarity waiting!"
Angel rushed down the stairs and showed his tail to the mare, a look of panic on his face.
"Oh, you silly angel bunny," her voice cooed to him, "your tail never stays puffed properly, does it?"
She reached down and played with his tail for a moment, restoring it to its presentable, no, beautiful, puffy status. Angel glanced back at it with a smile, then hugged Fluttershy's foreleg as thanks. His affection got him a cute giggle and a pat on the head.
A small squeak erupted from the center of the room as Fluttershy attempted to leave. Her newest friends, three small, white mice, had awoken. She looked at them with a loving, caring smile.
“Good morning, my dear friends,” she spoke in a cheerfully excited voice, “Angel and I are leaving to have a picnic with Rarity. We’ll be back soon!” The door closed and Fluttershy and Angel were both gone.
The mice conversed among themselves. “Why are we staying here again?” The first mouse asked, turned to the second mouse.
“Because that giant wobbly fur thing is taking care of us! We’re getting free food and everything!” The second mouse exclaimed in response. “Isn’t that right?”
The third mouse nodded. “We’ll have to pay her back in our best way!”
They scurried back to their hole in the wall, made overnight in a place no creature could find it.
Or at least, they hoped no creature could find it.
One creature could find it.
One smaller than a pony, but larger than a mouse.
Later…
The mice assembled in the center of the room once more as the cottage’s door opened. Fluttershy and Angel treaded into their home, content with their meeting with Rarity.
The mice ran up and greeted them, friendly as always before. Angel was greeted with a hug from the second mouse while the first and third both leaped up and cuddled Fluttershy’s neck warmly.
Shortly after the reunion with the mice, Fluttershy decided it was feeding time for them. The mice were getting food for no work. Again. All was well.
Fluttershy pulled out three bowls, each about half the size of the mice, and filled them with mouse feed. She then set a small block of cheese on top of the dish as a treat for her dear friendly mice.
The mice ate their meal happily, taking all the greatest pleasure in the free food. After a life of only working to scrounge for food out of the garbage of ponies, the mice were happy to finally have a caretaker.
“We still must pay her back!” Said the first mouse.
“Indeed, we must.” Said the second mouse.
“We will pay her back when she comes back downstairs.” Said the third mouse.
Meanwhile..
Angel went upstairs with Fluttershy, who had to use the batheoom. After Fluttershy finished her business, Angel stopped in front of her, warning her of what he saw the previous night.
It was about midnight; Angel went downstairs, as requested by Fluttershy, to check on the new additions to her family: The three mice. He went down the stairs, alarmed to see the mice were nowhere to be found. He was about to go back upstairs and alert Fluttershy when a slight skitter could be heard from behind a small dresser. Angel investigated to see a hole in the wall. Perhaps the mice had made their own small home in their new home? Certainly Fluttershy wouldn’t mind, but Angel wanted to see what was inside.
Angel peeked his head into the small hole. Inside he saw various things. Alerting enough, he could only count one or two things that weren’t capable of ending the life of a creature. The three mice slept huddled together in the corner, close to a door, probably going outside. Littered around the room were blades, chains, rope, and other tools. Angel was about to pull out, assuming they’d used the tools to create their hole, before something caught his eye.
He reached his arm in and grabbed a small sheet of paper, close to the mice. He pulled it out as well as his head, and read it, curiosity overtaking his respect for privacy. On the sheet of paper he saw what appeared to be plans. Not plans for construction, not even plans for destruction, but plans appearing to be made for the torture of another creature. Specifically, his dear owner and caretaker, Fluttershy.
After that night, Angel knew to doubt his trust toward his new housemates, and intended to tell Fluttershy about the whole thing as soon as the time was right. Unfortunately, Angel thought as Fluttershy left the bathroom, there simply wasn’t a good time for news of that manner. Instead of waiting any longer he decided it would be simplest to just tell her about it right then.
Fluttershy was on her way back downstairs. Angel knew if he told her about it with the mice in her presence, they would know, and possibly take drastic action before anything else could be said about it. He ran in front of her as she raised her hoof to take the first step. Really, really bad mistake.
Fluttershy panicked at the sight of her bloodied, dead pet rabbit under her hoof, and effectively tripped over him, falling down the stairs. She tried to get back up, but couldn’t. Blood leaked from her nose as she realized one of her legs wasn’t working at all.
The mice ran over, surprised at the pegasus’s huge fall. They wiped her nose softly, getting some of the blood on their hands. Maybe this was their chance to pay their dear caretaker back?
Less than an hour later..
Angel awoke at the top of the stairs, feeling intense pain in his back. He noticed the sheet of paper he tried to give Fluttershy at the bottom of the stairs, spattered with blood. In fact, there was blood spattered all over the whole area. Panic and adrenaline filled Angel’s veins as he dashed down the stairs.
Upon reaching the last step, he searched around, a balance of urgency and caution in his movements. In the center of the room, he saw his caretaker, Fluttershy, tied up, crying and sobbing violently. She lied on her back, her arms constrained and her legs..
Angel gasped, seeing that her legs had been impaled and pinned to the floor by large, metal stakes. He recalled seeing them in the hole of the mice. He sprinted over to Fluttershy, hoping to comfort her in some way and maybe get her out of her prison. She noticed him as he went, and fright filled her expression. Why was she afraid?
A sudden cracking buzz filled the room as Angel spazzed and lost control of his limbs. He fell to the ground quickly, seizing, electricity flowing through him relentlessly. Angel cried out for him, despite her own pain. Such a great caretaker, in such a horrendous position. Tragedy, Angel thought, had never been darker.
“We have an audience now!” The first mouse exclaimed, staring at Angel.
“Indeed we have! We needn’t hold back, my friend!” The second one called.
The third grinned mischievously. “Maybe we can even have some fun with him?”
“Yes, let’s get him in on it, too!” The fourth agreed.
“Perhaps we should split in half? Half of us take the pony, half the bunny?” The fifth suggested.
“No! We need to make sure they both get a full taste! Let’s just switch between them together!” The sixth shouted.
A thousand mice all cried out in agreement. The first mouse yelled, “Very well then! We shall give them both the full treatment! Let us treat the large one first!” The mice all cried out once more.
Angel watched in terror as the mice, having the audience they desired, crowded around Fluttershy. She gasped and thrashed, hurting her legs more. Blood was all over the place. Without effort, about forty or fifty mice all climbed up onto Fluttershy’s chest and crawled up her neck. Some escalated further to her face, standing on it, looking either into her eyes or her mouth.
Fluttershy gasped as a sudden salty, bitter fluid entered her mouth. She spit and gagged, but it just kept coming as if it was being shot from some source aimd aimed directly into her. Above her, a mouse had revealed his penis and had begun to urinate into her mouth. The mice around cheered excitedly.
The grotesque liquid waste only kept coming as more mice joined in, releasing their bladders in the the poor pony’s mouth. She coughed and gagged further as her mouth filled up with it, at least thirty mice all contributing, being switched out for other mice one at a time.
Angel felt sick. Surely Fluttershy felt sicker, but still, he knew he felt completely and totally sickened by what was occurring before him. The mice continued filling her mouth and lungs with their urine, pissing without a worry in the world. The poor pegasus had only one option eventually; to swallow it or choke to death. Thirty minutes and seven-hundred mice later, none of the mice had any juice left to give her.
At least, Angel and Fluttershy thought they were out of juice. That wasn’t the case.
Six mice quickly climbed onto Fluttershy’s face and up to her eyes, wide open in disgust, pain, and mostly, fear. The mice exposed their tiny penises again as two of them reached down and held her eyelids open with ease. All six mice began to shoot streams of urine into her eyes. She kicked and screamed at the intense, burning pain, but only succeeded in further injuring her legs. The mice laughed together as the now blind pony lie on the ground, motionless aside from her violent sobbing. Their gift to her was going well!
Together they chose to further the gift and make it even more splendid. Five more mice climbed onto the face of Fluttershy who, by now, had chosen to completely submit to the will of the mice. They turned so all of their teeny anuses were hovering, aimed directly into her poor, defiled mouth. Fluttershy only knew what to expect.
Angel vomited, thanks to what happened next. The mice, all at once, began to defecate into Fluttershy’s mouth. Tiny pellets of mouse scat fell and landed within her mouth, making her gag and nearly vomit herself. Upon her near-vomiting, however, a mouse started to claw at the open wound in her leg. The pain was a quick override to her disgust and she accidentally swallowed the feces.
Fluttershy would have probably cried more, had she not run out of tears. Another fairly large group of nice climbed onto her face and dropped their mice shit into her unwilling mouth. She almost vomited again, but again, the mice sensed it and tore at her wounds. Fluttershy envied whatever ponies were in hell at the moment; there was no way greater suffering existed. The whole process repeated several times, until eventually Fluttershy had to vomit.
Her chunky insides splashed out of her mouth, shooting upwards with light pressure. She retched repeatedly, quickly creating a pool of her stomachal fluids under her head; a mixture of mouse scat, urine, and the meal she’d eaten with Rarity. The mice cheered.
After Fluttershy threw up, the mice realized they were bored of her. They had violated her in every way they could- almost. The mice got an idea.
A group of mice lined up, facing Fluttershy’s crotch. More mice climbed up and defecated into Fluttershy’s mouth, forcing her to swallow it, to distract her. As she was preoccupied with the mouse shit in her face, the mice moved their line forward until he front of the line was nuzzled against Fluttershy’s slightly moist slit. Fluttershy gasped, choking on and swallowing more scat.
The mice crawled, one by one, into her marehood. The kept gasping in surprise and unwanted pleasure, choking on more and more of the disgusting, bitter-salty mouse feces flooding into her mouth. The mice kept crawling in, until at least twenty had entered her. She squirmed, too overwhelmed by the scratchy feeling in her vagina to feel the pain in her legs. She kept squirming, then suddenly started to begin feeling dizzy. Moments later, Fluttershy lost consciousness, violated to the fullest by the mice. They escaped her marehood after she passed out.
“What do we do now?” Said one of the mice.
“We have to find something else to do!” Said another.
“What, though?” Said yet another.
“We still have her little rabbit left! We must treat it as well!” A more intelligent-sounding mouse answered. Angel squirmed, trying desperately to escape. At least a hundred mice circled around him.
“What shall we do to him?” One of them asked with a sly grin.
“I have an excellent idea!” Another answered.
They grouped up, whispering with their tiny mouse voices. Angel could barely hear them in their normal voices, so their whispering was unbearably quiet. After conversing for a few seconds, they circled around him again.
Mice slowly crawled over to where Angel was pinned and crawled up to his face. He tried to bite them, and succeeded. He made contact with one of their legs, biting it clean off- the mouse screamed in agony, falling off of Angel. The taste of blood and flesh filled Angel’s senses, making him gag and spit the leg out. The mice laughed.
“He is weak! He cannot defend himself from what we’ll do!” At least three mice exclaimed at once. It sounded demonic, Angel thought.
Without any warning at all, the mice crawled over his face and into Angel’s mouth. Angel gagged, feeling the mice scurry and scratch on his tongue and gums, and then, to his horror, crawl through to the back of his throat. The mice were force feeding themselves to him. Angel coughed and gagged more, trying desperately to spit the furry creatures out, but their grip was too firm. They crawled down his throat and into his stomach. More joined.
Angel’s stomach and throat were fed mouse after mouse, eventually filling up completely. The mice inside of him scratched around, clawing at his insides. He noticed the distinct aftertaste of blood.
Slowly and surely, more mice moved down into his stomach, which was already painfully full. The kept crawling. And crawling. Angel gasped and cried out in the intense pain inside of him, before the pain suddenly got n times worse and a spurt of blood was shot out of his mouth. The mice had made his stomach tear and burst open.
Angel struggled a little more, but felt too dizzy to do anything. A warm feeling began to overcome him as the pain began to fade. His end was coming, and still mice crawled into him. The warm feeling continued to fill him and the pain was completely gone. A light shone across the room. Angel, suddenly feeling free from his position, went into it.
Later..
Fluttershy awoke, gasping and crying in pain. She looked around the room through squinted eyes, surprised to see most of her blood had been cleaned up and the metal stakes that once were holding her legs were now gone. she shook slightly, recalling the details of what happened to her, relieved not to see a mouse anywhere.
“O-Oh no..! Angel!” Fluttershy frantically looked around, then turned her head to where she remembered the mice had bound her favorite pet. Her vision was filled with tears, as she saw the lifeless body of the rabbit. Shakily getting up, Fluttershy walked over to his corpse, and slowly lowered his eyelids. Tears burst out from her eyes. She mourned.
Fluttershy lowered her head to Angel’s corpse to listen for a heartbeat. Maybe, just maybe if he could find one.. maybe her dear Angel could be saved. She listened as closely as she could. Her heart sank as she did not find anything.. except for the muffled sound of squeaking.
Fluttershy pulled away in surprise as mice suddenly tore Angel’s belly open and leaped out. They attached to her face and she screamed. Fluttershy ran outside of her cottage after shaking the mice off, then ran straight to Applejack’s barn. A quick explanation led to one conclusion.
Fluttershy and Applejack stood at the cottage as it burned. Fluttershy’s home, any animals inside, the corpse of her bunny, and all of the mice became only ashes that day. The memory of this still haunts Fluttershy to this day, and will for the rest of her life. She will never trust a mouse again.
