Cotton in the Wind

by SolidStone

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, Twilight Sparkle, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Sad, Other, Original Character, Rarity, Tragedy, Fluttershy, Adventure, Sex
Length: 6257

When the past actions of the angry mesh with the emotional rollercoaster that is the cycle of abuse, you can be certain that there is only heartbreak, horror, and tragedy in store. Starring you, as Anonymous.

I will put out a warning real quick,
This is a detailed and graphic tale about the horrors of emotional, mental and physical abuse.
If that offends you, click back and do not read this story.

This is the story of School Teacher Anonymous, who learns of a horrible secret revolving his students, and of the reality of the past coming to haunt the present. Originally started as Rarity asking "Anon, what's sex?"

Somehow evolved into a horror/adventure story about different kinds of abuse.

So sit back and grab a tissue, and enjoy,
Cotton in the Wind.

Published 2014-06-28 00:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2014-06-28 00:30:01 UTC

Cotton in Summer

"Mr Anon, what's sex?"

You look down in a bit of a shock to see Rarity, her head cocked in confusion.

"Where did you hear that term dear?" You ask, rubbing your neck akwardly. For whatever reason, the ponies here thought it would be a great idea for you to be a kindergarden teacher. I mean, yeah its the early 1980's in Horseland, but still, don't they do background checks?

"I heard Fluttershy talk about it. Will you tell me Mr Anon?"

You kneel down and hold the young filly by the side of her mane.

"Now, there are things that youngin's ain't supposed to know little one. Life is better when you take your time to experience things at their proper times."

"But Fluttershy says she has it all the time Mr Anon! I want to know what it is!" Rarity huffs grumpily, puffing her cheeks out at you.

Your calm face suddenly fell, you look away from the young filly and begin surveying the playground. Pinkie seems to be getting along well with the others, Twilight is reading for whatever reason, its recess, not study time, Rainbow is picking on the boys...again! And Applejack seems to be enjoying her orange snacks.

Where is Fluttershy though?

"Rarity, have you seen Fluttershy today?"

Rarity looks around, and pulls you in as if she wanted to whisper in your ear.

"I heard, that at recess, she goes down to the creek to have sex!" Rarity whispered.

"Uh huh. Right. Well then." You grab your whistle and blow it harshly.

"Okay everyone, back to class! Recess is over!"

All the ponies groan as they shuffle back into the schoolhouse. You quickly pull Twilight aside.

"Twilight, can I trust you to lead the class for about 20 minutes?"

She nods her head adorably, and trots into the schoolhouse.

Time to figure out what all of this nonsense is about.

You head down by the creek that was about 20 feet from the Schoolhouse as your paternal instincts kick in. You don't know why you were transported to Equestria, or why upon your arrival, the ponies in their radical 1980's fashion decided unamiously to name you their new schoolhouse teacher, but you suppose that you were given a role to play in this world.

You hear the soft whimpers of a sad filly as you approach closer to the creek. Looks like you found her.

You slink closer to the creek, and see Fluttershy rubbing her hindquarters against a small branch poking itself out of the creek.

You sigh, well at least its not what you initially thought, seriousally, if the Parent conference found out that young colts and fillies were participating in sexual activites, your teaching responsibilities would've been thrown right out the window.

You cough loudly to announce your presence. Fluttershy looks at you, with a tear filled eyes, as she kicks the branch quickly, and forlornly watches it drift downstream.

"O-oh. H-hello Mr Anon." She states, turning her head as if she was ashamed with herself.

You walk to the bank of the creek and sit down. You pick up a single rock and decide to throw it into the water.

"You missed the recess whistle Fluttershy." You state, trying to break the obvious akward elephant in the room.

"I-I'm sorry. Please don't tell my parents." She exclaims through a froth of tears and anxiety.

You pause for a second, to carefully think out your next words.

"...About what you do during recess?" You calmly state.

She nods her head silently, refusing to say a single word.

You pat the ground next to you, and invite her to sit next to you. She hesitates for a moment, as if you activated some sort of fear inside her.

"It's okay. I won't hurt you." You reassure her.

She slowly walks over and sits down next to you. For about 2 minutes the two of you just look over the creek and watch as the summer cotton floats in the air.

You well up internally for the question thats on your mind. You wouldn't dare ask it a month ago when you came here, as everyone seemed nice and innocent, like they couldn't even hurt a fly, but...you remember something like this, a long time ago, back in your own world. Maybe this one, and that one aren't so different, once you see behind the colorful glass.

"...Did you learn that all by yourself?" You state as you pick up a smooth stone and fling it across the creek, the stone skipping three times before sinking.

Fluttershy remains silent as she picks up a stone, and does the same. You decide to press on.

"...Did someone do something that you didn't like?" You pick up another smooth rock and begin clenching it. You sincerely don't want to think the obvious, however with every silent, frustrated tear in her eye, you knew that you were getting closer and closer to the horrible truth.

You grip your stone, in both anger and fear.

"...Did someone hurt you Fluttershy?"

She quickly turned her head away from you. The soft whimpers grew, while soft, began to grow louder and heavier. You drop your stone, and you feel your heart sink to your stomach as she quietly whimpered.

"..Y-yes."

For a moment, you sit in bewilderment, accompanied by the soft tears of a crying filly. You honestly can't believe it, even in this magical land of colorful tiny horses, there are still people, or I guess ponies, who want to do harm to children.

"Did he hurt you down there?" You state silently, trying to maintain your adult sense of calmness around her, despite the coiling feeling of disgust writhing in your belly.

She shook her head in disagreement, as you look at her in bewilderment.

"Did...she...hurt you down there?" You slowly reply.

Fluttershy turned around quickly and flew into your arms, crying her little eyes off. You pat her on her head as you look off into the distance. This is even worse than you imagined, I mean sure, pedophiles were a dime a dozen back in your own world. You lived and worked in Manhattan, you dealt every other day with a child abuse case, but even back there, female predators were rare.

"Can you tell me her name sweetie?" You gingerly ask, continuing to pet her mane.

"I c-can't Mr Anon." She whimpers slightly.

"It's okay honey, she won't hurt you anymore." You try to reassure her.

"N-no... you don't understand. She said if I tell...she'll come back for the others..." She whimpers burying her face into your chest.

You pause for a second,

"She just said that to scare you, I promise you, everything will be okay Fluttershy."

"NO!" She slams on your chest. "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" She quickly pulls away from you, and runs towards the creek.

"Fluttershy! Stop it right now!" You yell at her.

"LEAVE ME ALONE! I WANT TO DIE!" She begins forcing her face into the water and begins hitting herself with rocks.

Jesus crap, you've got to stop her! You quickly run into the creek and grasp both of her hooves.

"STOP IT! LEAVE ME ALONE! I-i-i h-hate you..." she begins tearing up again as she curls into your chest.

You pat her mane as she continues to cry in your chest. You really want to do the same, you really want to cry with her, because whoever got in her head, really screwed her up. With a heavy breath, you wade out of the creek and head back to the schoolhouse, her soft whimpering accompanying you the entire way.

Not wanting to make a scene, you gingerly set her down by the doorway. You reach into your pocket and blow your teachers whistle.

"Okay! Class ends early today students!" You yell out. As quickly as you announced, you are met with a flood of students escaping the schoolhouse in cheer.

"YAAAAAY SCHOOLS CANCELED!" The student body quickly returning to their places of residence.

"Now you all be careful, and make sure to look both ways before crossing!" You yell out to the overjoyed students.

You feel a tug at your pant leg. You look down and see Twilight looking up at you.

"Did I do bad Mr Anon?" She says with a forlorn look in her eye.

You kneel down and pat the young unicorn on the head. "Nonsense, you did an actually job Ms. Sparkle. Now head on home."

She smiles and happily trots down the hill on her way home.

She stops for a second, and turns around.

"Mr Anon... there was a weird lady who came by."

Your insides freeze quickly, as you quickly make your way to Twilight. You crouch down and whisper to her.

"Do you know who she is?"

She nods her head.

"Did she do anything?"

"No, she was just looking through the window. I was really scared Mr Anon."

"Why were you scared Twilight?" Your brow begins dripping with sweat.

"Because Mommy and Daddy said that she went away for a long time, and that she wasn't supposed to be at the school anymore."

"Who wasn't supposed to be at the school anymore?"

"Our old teacher."

You feel your world crash around you, and the ground below your feet quake with an internal rage.

"...I'm going to go home now Mr Anon."

"Okay, please be careful Ms. Sparkle." You pet her head.

You watch as Twilight quickly heads home, looking occassionally over her shoulder, as if on the lookout for a present threat. You start to understand as the pieces fall into place in your mind. You were assigned the role of a teacher, because the last one harmed her own students, and they needed one. I suppose they couldn't trust other ponies at the time, but why would they trust you? They couldn't have possibly known about you before you came here, could they?

You think back to what your old partner used to say. "There are weird things out there, like multiple universes, the only reason you don't think about them, is because the government is busy keeping you distracted by trash television and fatty food products that kill your mind."

Munch was a kooky fellow, but maybe he had a point.

You turn around, and head back to the schoolhouse, where Fluttershy had still been sobbing with her face in her hooves. You quickly pull out your 1980's cellphone, as you pat her head, her sobs slowly receding with every stroke of your hand.

.....Ring.........ring............"Hello?"

"Yes, Mr Skyline Soar?"

"Yeah, this is him speaking, can I help you?"

"You have a daughter by the name of Fluttershy that attends Ponyville Elementary correct?"

"....Who is this?"

"It's Mr Anon. E Mousse. The schoolhouse instructor."

"Ah! Mr Anon! A pleasure speaking with you...wait, is something wrong?"

"Mr Skyline, is it possible you can come down and pick up Ms Fluttershy?"

"O-of course! I'll be there in about 10 minutes."

You hear the sound of rustling feathers and yelling ponies in the background.

"HEY I GOTTA JET BOSS!"

"NOT UNTIL THAT DAMN CRANE IS IN PLACE SKYLINE!"

"I GOT TO PICK UP MY DAUGHTER!"

A slight bit of silence over the phone.

"ALRIGHT, BUT GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE WHEN YOU DO!"

You hang up, as look down at Fluttershy. Her eyes dried, red and cracked from her tears.

"Is Daddy coming?" she states quietly.

You nod her head silently, as you continue to pat her mane. She scoots closer to your leg, and rests her tired self on you.

The two of you wait silently, as the summer cotton floated gently in the breeze, like gentle unmeltable flurries.

About five minutes passed, as you heard a sound like jetfire scream across the sky, leaving behind a trail of disappated clouds. A yellow pegasus quickly descended and the impact of wind blew back your tie a bit.

"Is everything alright? Are you okay sweetie?"

Mr Skyline quickly ran to his daughter and wrapped her in his arms.

"DADDY!" Fluttershy quickly returned the embrace, and began sobbing into his neck.

"Mr Anon. What is going on? Why is my daughter crying? Did one of the other students pick on her?"

You chuckle softly, "Nothing of the sort Mr Skyline. In fact, Ms Fluttershy was feeling a little homesick."

You cock your head toward Fluttershy.

"Right Ms Fluttershy?"

She nodded her head and pulled at her father's wings.

"Yeah, I really missed you and Mommy. I really want to go home."

Skyline sighed, and held his daughters chin with his foreleg.

"I know you miss us honey, but you have to stay in class..."

"It's okay Mr Skyline. I've cancelled class for today."

"Oh?" He raises his eyebrows at you. "And why is that?"

"No reason, I thought the youngins could use a day off. They've all been doing really well at classes. Especially Ms Fluttershy."

"Oh, right then!" Skyline chuckles, and looks back at Fluttershy. "Okay, sweetie, you head on home, Daddy will catch up to you."

She nods and waves back to you. "See you tomorrow Mr Anon."

You wave back as she quickly flutters her wings and heads off into the distance.

Skyline turns his head at you and shoots you a deadly gaze.

"Okay, enough of the candy talk, what happened?" he grits through his teeth.

"Nothing Mr Skyline, she honestly was homesick."

You feel the schoolhouse door behind you echo with a thud, as Skyline's hoof landed right next to your stomach.

"BULLSHIT!" He grunts at you.

"I swear to Celestia, Anon if you are--" he begins.

"I know you ponies don't trust teachers." You quickly interject, interrupting his accusation.

He drops his hoof, and his eyes look away.

"So you know?" He asks quietly.

"Yes, one of the students told me." You reply, slowly putting your hand on his wing.

He doesn't seem offended by you doing so, so looks like everything is alright. He trusts you.

"Was Fluttershy one of the children..." you slowly begin to state.

"LORD NO!" he pulls away from you quickly, with a look of anger in his face. "I can't even imagine how she would react if something like that...." His scowl turned into a look of fear and dismay as he reads your forlorn stare back at him.

"No....no... it can't be. My...little princess..." He stammers, eyes quickly dilating, as his wings twitched fervently.

You nod your head silently.

Skyline quickly collapses as tears of anger and agony dripped from his eyes.

"I thought she went away. I thought we got rid of her for good!"

"So, it was the old schoolteacher?" You state, patting his back, trying to make the gruff pegasus more comfortable.

"Yeah." He wipes away some snot from his teary face.

"Ms. Iron Trap, woman was a monster I tell you, even before the other parents and I found out her...well, hurting the students." He gritted through his teeth, as if remembering a very painful memory.

"How so?"

The old hag was a perfectionist Anon, you had to do everything exactly the right way, or she would beat her students with a iron branch."

You continue to pet his wings, when you accidentally run your fingers over a branch shaped scar near his wingpits.

"How...long did she teach at the school?" You ask, slowly dawning upon you, that this has been an ongoing problem

"As long as anypony can remember Anon." He mirthfully whimpered, unknowingly rubbing his scar.

"The others parents and I, we all had our run ins with Ms Iron Trap, but you see, those were different days Anon. When you screwed up, you expected a lashing or two."

"So she never did..."

"No, not until recently..." Skyline turned away and began whimpering when he began recalling the tale.

"Well, we were just interested in getting rid of her position as Schoolmarm, especially since our own children were coming home with bruises. Topsy Turvey's daughter was hit so hard, her one eye became damaged!"

He stopped for a moment.

"but...one of the parents, I think Golden Russet, noticed his daughter had bruises near her flank."

He pauses, as if his tongue was caged in misery.

"And so did Dairy Scoops' daughter...and Fuzzy Bumpkin's daughter..."

He turned and looked at you in woe.

"When Freezy Breeze came home to her parents, she was said she was bleeding... from her downstairs."

He stomped his hoof into the ground.

"That's when the parents and I all knew. Iron Trap had crossed the line, and she had to pay!"

You quietly touch him on his shoulder.

"What did you do Mr Skyline?"

He pulls away from you, and grunts in disgust.

"What would've YOU done Mr Anon? When the person you are supposed to trust MOLESTS YOUR CHILDREN?" He lashes out.

He suddenly became very quiet.

"...We burned her house down."

"Excuse me?"

"While she was sleeping, we locked her in her own cottage, and burned the house down as she slept."

He turned around and screamed at you.

"SO YEAH, IM SORRY. BUT WE HAD TO DO IT ANON! SHE WAS HURTING OUR CHILDREN!"

You quickly place both of your hands on his erect wings.

"Well, she hurt all of you as well."

He grew quiet, and wrapped a hoof around your back.

"We... we were just so angry." He began sobbing, as you patted his mane.

"It's okay. I understand."

You quickly come to a sudden realization.

"Wait a minute... if you and the others burned her cottage...then what is happening now?"

"That's why I'm afraid Anon. We got rid of her, but for some reason, now she's back! And Fluttershy...oh god my daughter..."

"It's okay. I'll figure it out Mr Skyline."

He wipes his face again, and looks up to you.

"Thanks Anon... we knew you'd be a great guy to have around."

"So... you did know about me and what I used to do then?"

"Yeah. We know alot things Anon, and we really needed you, and we still do. I know it sounds selfish, especially since there were people who needed you back there too... but we weren't really sure what to do... and it didn't look like you'd make it either..."

He quickly flinches, as if he accidentally said something he wasn't supposed to.

"Sorry, I really have to go."

"Wait, hold on a second" You go to stop him, but he quickly gets himself off the ground and begins hovering away from you.

"I'm sorry Anon, but I really have to comfort my daughter."

He turns around, and begins to fly off, however he pauses for a moment.

"Thank you, for taking care of my daughter."

"At least tell me where I can find Ms Iron Trap's cottage."

He pauses, and silently points towards the forest.

You nod your head, and head off, as Skyline Soar does the same.

Ashes and Soot

The summer air felt unusually humid, as the white cotton floated by, sprig by sprig, like ballerinas clad in white, dancing to season's wind.

You make your way to the edge of the dense, lush forest, on the outskirts of the town. A simple dirt path to guide your way, you swallow your doubts and head forward. The forest here seems uncontrollable, and untamed, as if nature claimed this realm for itself. Trees, blooming in white, almost giving the impression of a winter wonderland, with the white cotton blowing through the woods.

It wasn't far until you could smell the scent of burnt wood and stone, you turn your head and see a broken, dilapidated fence on the offside of the trail. You walk closer, and push back some brush, to which your stomach sinks like a lead balloon.

A rubbled mess of wood and stone, some burnt and scorched, carefully arrainged to form a makeshift door, while other pieces of wild brush, and jagged rock, poking in every which way direction to make some sembelance of a home.

You get an odd feeling in the pit of your stomach, as if something terrible permiated the ground that you stood upon. A chill ran down your spine, right to your toes, as you slowly walk towards past the fence.

The ground smelled of ash and soot, and there for as much wildlife you saw on the trail, not even a mosquito seemed to want to buzz around this unholy ground.

You feel your muscles tense as you reach toward the dilapitated door, and your nerves relaying an alarm that you knew all too well.

You were in terrible danger.

You shut your eyes, and open the broken door.

The door creaked as loudly as it did open slowly, sunlight slowly leaking into the makeshift home, giving some light to your situation.

You swallow your anticipating fears, and call out into the dimly lit home.

"Hello?"

You hear a rustling of objects, but no one replied. You take a single step in, and the smell of mold, soot, and dust overtakes you, resulting in a coughing fit.

"Cough.....cough...Hello? Is anyone home?"

The sounds of objects rustling became even more intense, fueling your panic slightly. You quickly find footing, as you start taking slow steps. The light leaking through the ceiling, giving you little light, however wonderful and blessed in its presence.

You look around, and see some burned objects, a couple of photographs, a few trophies, a single rusty horseshoe for whatever reason and suddenly, you see a pair of eyes looking back at you from a cabinet.

You freeze slightly, but find courage to look closer to it.

Upon further inspection, its just a burned doll, with half of its face and mane burned off. Creepy, but definately not horrifying.

Suddenly you hear a clanging of rock, leaf, and metal behind you, you quickly drop the doll in fear and nearly release your bladder in fear.

You slowly turn around and see a mangy cat hissing at you in anger.

"Whew.....just a cat."

You turn back around and are suddenly met with a horribly burnt face, with boils that leaked pus and other bodily flem pressed up against yours. The eyes half covered in sores and and carbuncles rotated uncontrollably in their lidless sockets.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?"

You fall right unto your back suddenly knocking over several photos and pieces of rock everywhere in the cottage. You quickly bring your arms up to defend yourself, but suddenly your ears are met with a howl of agony.

"NO! NO! NO! NO! MOTHER WILL BE FURIOUS!"

You drop your arms and see a skeletal thin pony, quickly grabbing the photographs and setting them back to their original position.

"M-mother?"

"MOTHER IS FURIOUS! AREN'T YOU MOTHER?"

There was no reply just the sound of emptiness and panicked breathing from both you, and the abomination in front of you.

" Excuse me Ma'am...but there's no one here but us..."

"MA'AM?" you suddenly feel a stinging lash against your chest.

"MA'AM? DO I LOOK LIKE A MA'AM TO YOU MISTER?"

You feel continous lashes against your stomach as flesh ripped with every swing. You can't even see anything past its face, what with its cloak around its body.

"I'm...sorry sir... My mistake."

The lashes stop, and he glares at you intensily.

"Who are you stranger?"

You get up slightly, but feel the branch at your throat, as if you were being told to remain still.

"I'm Mr Anon E. Mousse, the local school teacher..."

"LIAR!"

You felt a lash against your chest, as you cry out in pain.

"MOTHER IS THE SCHOOL TEACHER. NOW LET'S TRY AGAIN."

You feel lashes against your chest over and over again.

"WHO. ARE. YOU?"

You look around the room and see an old picture of an old woman, and a little colt. Your eyes dart around, and you see chains hanging off of the walls, attached to a highseat. You see a teddy bear with one eye missing and covered in soot, and then you stare back at your attacker, and your heart stops momentarily.

There's no way, did Skyline and the other parents know about this? Is this....her son?

"I know your mother!" You blurt out.

The lashings cease.

"You...know mother?" he slowly hisses at you.

"Yeah... I work with her, I'm her assistant."

"MOTHER IS THAT TRUE?" He cries out. There was still no response.

"Yeah, your mother sent me to check up on you. We haven't met yet, I'm Mr Anon E Mousse, and you are...?"

"....Frankly..." he begins

"Frankly?" you respond

"Frankly Cougar." He mutters.

"Well, Mr Frankly, I wanted to know if your mother was home."

"OF COURSE SHE IS! CAN'T YOU SEE HER?" He spits at you, covering you in pus and spittle.

You look around and see nothing but decaying mess.

"Could you maybe call her out maybe Frankly?"

He sighs deeply, and stomps over to a corner with a curtain draped over it. He rips it off and your face falls in complete horror.

"SHE'S RIGHT HERE! MOTHER IS ALWAYS HERE! ISN'T THAT RIGHT MOTHER?"

Frankly bends over and kisses the skinless burnt hoof of his mother, Ms Iron Trap, whose decaying, burnt, and hideless body sat decomposing on an equally burnt, decaying and hideless chair in the corner.

You couldn't help but dry heave slightly at the sight and smell of Ms Iron Trap.

"What's that Mother? You don't know this man?" Frankly whispers to his corpse of a mother.

"You want me to want Mother?" He looks in shock.

"But Mother, I can't..."

"Yes of course I do Mother..."

"Very well then. Mother is always right."

Frankly trots over to you with a horrible look upon his face, his eyes glazing over with a look of horror.

"MOTHER IS ALWAYS RIGHT."

Your heart sinks and you cover your face in fear.

This is it man.

Game over.

You open your eyes as you feel a strange sensation against your face...like saliva, pus, blood, and phlegm messily conglomerating over your face. You look down and your eyes open wide in shock.

Frankly was voraciousally embracing his lips with yours.

You yank your head back quickly as you slap his face with full force. The blow against his open burned skin burst open several of his pus carbuncles, as he howled out in pain.

"W-what the fuck are you doing?" You scream at him.

"MOTHER SAYS YOUR DIRTY."

He looks back at you furiousally.

"THIS IS WHAT DIRTY COLTS GET."

He slams his hooves against your wrists as he wiggles his loins above your chest.

"MOTHER SAYS THIS IS HOW DIRTY COLTS GET CLEAN!"

He begins straddling you and you feel cracked dry flesh beating against your suit, fluids dripping and soaking, whether it be seminal, blood, bile, pus or a combination of all the aforementioned.

"FRANKLY STOP!" You scream out.

"I CAN'T, MOTHER WILL BE FURIOUS!"

"YOUR MOTHER IS DEAD!"

He stops dry humping you, and glances at you.

"Your mother is dead Frankly, can't you see that?" You point back to the rotting burnt corpse of Ms Iron Trap.

"You don't need to be afraid of her anymore. She can't hurt you anymore."

"MOTHER NEVER HURT ME! MOTHER LOVED ME!"

Frankly slapped you across the face with the iron branch.

"JUST LIKE SHE LOVED ALL THE GIRLS AT SCHOOL!"

You take each repetitive blow to the face.

"I WASN'T A PERFECT LITTLE GIRL LIKE THEM, BUT MOTHER LOVED ME, JUST LIKE SHE LOVED THEM!"

With every blow, you could understand more and more of the heartbreaking situation.

"AND BESIDES...."

Frankly dismounts from you, and hobbles over to a burnt cabinet.

You get up slowly, and find a smooth rock, just like the one at the creek when you consoled Fluttershy. You quickly pocketed it, and tried getting to your knees.

Frankly pulled off his mantle, and revealed his naked, burnt body, dripping with pus, and blood. My god, every step for him must have been agony.

"MOTHER'S NOT DEAD."

He pulls something out of a box, and begins slipping it on, hoof by hoof, then over his head.

He turns back to you, wearing his mothers skin over his lack of.

"MOTHER'S ALWAYS BEEN HERE!"

He brandishes the Iron Branch and screams at the top of his lungs running toward you. This time, you can read his eyes behind the flaps of eyelids of his mother, his intentions were that of murder.

You quickly pull out the smooth stone and jab it into Frankly's eye.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!YOU HURT MOTHER!" He begins swiping furiously in toward you.

"YOU. HURT. MOTHER!!!"

You dodge every swing, and kick him in the chest, your shoes clearly making a fleshy "Sqlourch" sound at impact.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH IT BURNSSSSS US! IT BURNS US!" He screams in agony.

In the single moment of freedom, you quickly get to your feet and run for the door. You feel a lashing against your ankle and you collapse in pain. You suddenly feel the wet, slick sticky honches on the sides of your face, as he laid on top of your back.

"MOTHER JUST WANTS TO LOVE YOU ANON!" Frankly screamed as he began dry humping your backside, leaving a trail of yellow and red fluid.

You quickly reach for something, anything to save you from this horrible fate.

You see a jagged, burnt log jutting out from the door, you close your eyes, and reach out for it.

Success! You grasp the end of the log, and you hold it in your hands. You quickly jut it upwards, and you feel Frankly stop for a moment.

You look up and feel blood, saliva and pus drip on your forehead, you see the burnt log stuck in Frankly chin, through his muzzle.

He looks down at you through his mothers eyesockets, and removes it painfully. He tossed the burnt log aside, as his tongue fell through the wound you gave him.

"That wasn't very nice." He hissed at you.

You quickly grab at his cloak and rip it off off of him, and crawl frantically to get away.

You throw your leg right through the front door, and jump into the front yard.

You get up, breathing heavily, knowing that the victory was only temporary, because he'll just come out and finish the job.

You look back at the open door, as Frankly looks back at you.

The silence between the two of you was like an eerie eye of a maelstorm, where two mighty squalls fought between one another.

"Well, Frankly? Aren't you coming to get me?"

Frankly stands silently at the door frame.

"I... can't leave the house." He mutters.

"Mother will be angry."

You look down at your hand, and see you had the hide of Ms Iron Trap in your possession. How disgusting... wait....

"FRANKLY! THIS IS YOUR MOTHER!" you yell at him, moving the hide as if it was talking.

"MOTHER? YES WHAT IS IT?" He states his eyes growing large.

"I'M GOING AWAY FRANKLY. I'M SORRY FOR WHAT I DID TO YOU." You continue, in your falsetto voice.

"MOTHER, ITS OKAY, I LOVE YOU MOTHER, PLEASE DON'T GO. I NEED YOU."

Frankly starts putting the door back together, and panicking breathing.

"SEE MOTHER? EVERYTHING IS GOOD, JUST LIKE YOU ASKED! JUST LIKE YOU ALWAYS WANTED MOTHER!" He nervousally stated.

"No, I'm sorry Frankly, it took me until now to realize it." You walk closer to Frankly, whose eyes were fixated on his mothers skin.

"But you were perfect exactly the way you were... and I had no right to think so otherwise."

You get on your knees, and embrace Frankly.

"I am truly sorry Frankly." You drop the falsetto, and embrace him.

He wraps his hooves around you, and begins crying tears coagulating with pus and blood.

"It's okay Mother... I forgive you." He whimpers.

You pull back and look at Frankly, "She is ready to move on Frankly."

"I know Mr Anon. Go ahead, do it."

You pull out a lighter, and flick it on.

"Are you ready to move on?" You say lifting Ms Iron Trap's hide toward the flame.

"I don't know, Mother is all I've ever known. Please... Mr Anon, let me do this. For her and my sake."

You give him the lighter, and he lights the hide aflame.

You suddenly feel a kick to your stomach, knocking you back, you see Frankly wrap himself in the burning mantle, and run back into the decaying house.

"FRANKLY! DON'T! YOU'LL BURN ALIVE" You cry out, as the fire began spreading to the walls and ceilings of the dilapidated shelter

He turns around and for the first time in a long time, smiles at you.

"I, Frankly, Don't give a damn." He said as he slammed the door in your face.

Smoke began rising, tarring the cotton white sky with dreadful black.

You turn back, and before you know it, you can't help but feel tears running down your face, both from the smoke and from the tragedy of Frankly Cougar, and his abusive Mother, Iron Trap.

You throw your hands into your pockets as you walk back to the forest path. You hear the sound of fiery collapse behind you, and your tears begin falling even harder.

You look up at the sky and see white cotton blowing in the breeze, alongside bits of stained black cotton, each twirling with one another, as if knowing that they were the same, but never could be.

Epilogue: Farewell and Welcome to Summer

It was about an hour when you got back to the schoolhouse, your clothes stained, your face bloodied, and covered in ash. You just wanted to collapse from the physical and emotional turmoil you had been put through, however when you got close to the schoolhouse, you could see all the schoolchildren and their parents all welcoming your return.

You could see Fluttershy and Skyline Soar rush to your side and help you walk.

The schoolchildren all hand you drawings of you being a mighty hero, and the parents all pat you on the back for being such a great guy.

You thank the children for the drawings, but you can't help but tear up when you look at the ones they drew.

There was one of you standing over a monster on fire, and you holding up a sword with blood on it. Another was you punching an evil looking lady across the face.

You smiled and accepted them, holding back every tear.

Skyline Soar notices your grimace, and requests that you and the parents talk inside the schoolhouse.

In the schoolhouse, you tell them the heartwrenching story that you had been through, every parent crying their eyes out, knowing that they had inadvertingly created this new monster.

"And then I walked back to the schoolhouse and met all of you here." You finished up your summary of events.

The parents fell silent, amongst sobs of sorrow from the crowd.

"Mr Anon....We are so sorry." Skyline Soar began, as the other parents nodded their heads in agreement.

"It's okay, but if its alright you all of you... I'd think I'd like to retire for a bit. This whole experience has really drained me emotionally."

"Of course, we understand." Skyline proclaimed as the other parents sadly nodded their heads.

"Very good, I'll be on my way then." You get up from your desk, and walk outside. You walk past the students silently, as Twilight says "Are you ever coming back Mr Anon?"

"Maybe someday Ms Sparkle." You state, looking up at the sky, watching the cotton blow in the wind

20 years later.

Twilight, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, Rarity, Applejack and Rainbow Dash were all enjoying a nice day of fun and sun at the local creek near the schoolhouse they used to go to.

Fluttershy skipped a few rocks across the creek, as Rainbow and Applejack enjoyed splashing in the water. Pinkie Pie and Rarity were enjoying a nice game of Tic-tac-toe, as Twilight was happily reading a book that she had gotten long ago from a very nice man.

Suddenly, as she was reading, a little fluff of cotton fell on into her book.

Twilight looked up, as did her friends.

Like snowdrops in winter, cotton flew around in the sky, as if dotting the blue summer sky with a wintery visiage.

Twilight squinted her eyes in the distance, and smiled.

She raised her hoof and waved, as did each of her friends.

You smile and wave back at your old pupils.

"Papa? Who are those ladies?"

You look down and look into your sons eyes

"Well Franky, those ladies are some old students of mine."

"You were a teacher Papa?"

"Yup, one of the best!" You state proudly.

"Even better than Miss Cheerilee?"

"Where do you think she learned it from?" You raise your eyebrow.

Franky giggled, as you and he looked at the cotton floating through the air. Your son notices something strange.

"Papa, why is some of the cotton black?"

"Well, Franky, that cotton is different, but its just like the others."

You draw him in close and embrace.

"Perfect and wonderful.

"I love you Papa."

You watch black puffs of cotton intertwining with white puffs of cotton, dancing together, as if they were meant to be the same.

"I love you too Son."

The wisps of cotton floating into the horizon, as if peppering the sky, black and white, giving a wintery feel, to a hot summers day.

The end.