Your Shy Seduction

Wow, you insensitive prick. You go on a date with a girl, take her to the movie, and leave her alone when she's crying? You're dating her, for fck's sake. You could've put your arm over her, hold her hoof, whisper it'll be okay and discuss how many kids you're going to have after you rut her senseless, anything!

But no. You sit there, twiddling your thumbs as an overly-sensitive mare balls her eyes out. Dick. As you reach for your soda pop, you hear something from behind you. Something that makes chills run down your spine as your blood freezes.

"CUTIE MARK CHAPERONS YAY!" screamed the fillies that seemingly popped out of nowhere. You didn't even have time to scream as four fillies pounced on you. Every pony in the theater glanced at the spectacle before returning to the movie, completely ignoring you.

You were pushed into the aisle, on your back, by the weight of the four fillies. Apple Bloom and Scootaloo pinned down your left and right arm, respectfully, as Sweetie Belle clung to your head and obscured your vision. You gave a mighty struggle, flailing with all your strength, but ponies were strong. Even little fillies like the Crusaders. You tried kicking your legs to flip onto your feet, but Babs quickly put an end to that.

Whump! Whump! Babs brought down a metal baseball bat* onto both your shins, breaking the bone and ending the rest of your resistance. Tears streamed down your face as searing pain shot through your body. You tried to ask, to plead, to beg them for forgiveness, but you lost consciousness with a final swing at your skull.

You woke up on the hard floor, cold and damp. You tried moving, but found your arms and legs bound by tight rope. Small hoof-steps approached you, somepony ripped off your blindfold and forced you to look at them.

Babs, smoking a cigar, sneered at you. "So you're the scm that left poor Fluttershy in tears. Well, we're going to have fun tonight..." She began to rub her hooves, snickering in ominous glee.

"What the hell?" you grunted, tugging against the bonds. For some reason, it sounded like she was censored or something. "What the hell did you just say?"

Babs scoffed. "You're asking me about my language, mle? What the bck did you just bcking say about me, you little flly**? I’ll have you-"

Yeah, it was going to be one of those nights. Oh, and they brought out the taffy machine. Too bad they didn't get torture cutie marks, but they sure tried.

You only screamed once.

"FCK!!"

~Bab End~