Bully

by Pony Porn

Rating: mature
Tags: Sad, Dark, Slice of Life
Length: 5308

Fluttershy was used to being bullied. She was used to the name calling, the jeering, the snickering. But a new bully has different methods of torture; ones that may scar little Fluttershy for life.

Fluttershy never had the need to yell, shout, or scream. She had always been a quiet little filly. A quiet little filly that loved her family. Of course, with a nice foal comes some not-so-nice bullies. But Fluttershy's used to them. She's used to the mental pain they bring her. A new bully, however, has some different ways of bullying her.

Ways that may change her life.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-08-01 04:30:01 UTC

Bullies Are Just Insecure

Fluttershy promptly sat at her desk, humming her favorite song, her hooves put together politely, and her finished work under them.

"What a nerd," Tic Tack whispered to his brother, Criss Cross. The two fillies were twins, the only difference being their hairstyles. Both had beige coats, freckles, and their hair color was black. Criss wore his mane over his eyes (parted on some days) and Tic wore his mane in a ponytail (ironic right?)

"I know," Criss agreed.

"I suppose you two are finished with your work?" The teacher's voice cut through their snickers. It seemed louder when everypony was quiet.

"Um.. Uh.."

"Well then, you better finish."

At that time, the teacher wasn't known as the Mare. She was known as Mrs. Scroll.

Fluttershy loved the feeling when the bullies that picked on her got caught talking, or chewing bubble gum, or cheating on somepony's test paper. Of course, she didn't show this or tell them that.

That would be rude.

The yellow pegasus pushed a strain of pink mane out of her face as dawdled with her pencil, rolling it to and fro on her desk with her hooves.

"Fluttershy, are you done?" Mrs. Scroll asked.

"Yes Mrs. Scroll," Fluttershy stopped rolling her pencil and went up to the front of the glass, paper in her teeth.

The teacher took the paper and looked over it, her glasses balancing on her snout carefully. She looked up at Fluttershy with a smile on her face. "Good job Fluttershy, you got all the answers correct in your spelling."

Fluttershy blushed, but the rest of the class booed and called her names.

"Nerd!" Somepony named Etch called out.

"Geek!" Another filly named Mill yelled.

"I'll bet she doesn't have any friends, because all she does is study," Criss cooed.

Fluttershy's eyes filled with tears, as she rushed back to her seat. She didn't usually cry because of the mean bullies' name for her.

"I do too have friends!" Fluttershy protested, "why, just the other day I had a delightful tea party with Angel, my bunny." She stuck her lip out, trying to show them she did, in fact, have friends.

The class roared with laughter, which only made Fluttershy feel smaller and smaller than she already was.

"Now you stop that! Stop it right now!" Mrs. Scroll ordered, standing up, "Criss, Etch, and Mill all have detention!"

The ponies who's names were called groaned, or gave a little mumble.

"This is my third time this week," Etch complained.

"Lucky! I'm packed all this month," Mill Wheel said.

Fluttershy wished Mrs. Scroll hadn't given them detention. They would just bully her again when the teacher wasn't around, like on the playground at recess, which was only twenty minutes away. She buried her face into her desk.

"Now I don't want to hear anymore talking or the whole class gets detention. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Mrs. Scroll," the class chorused.

"Good," the teacher sat back down in her chair, took off her glasses, and rubbed her eyes tiredly.

Fluttershy was afraid to look back up. She didn't want to feel the burns of her classmate's eyes digging their way into her face. She was sure they were already looking at her though, or glancing, which was a little bit worse.

The twenty missed passed like that, and all the fillies lined up for the best part of the day: Recess.

Fluttershy, however, remained at her seat, her head still glued to the desk.

"Aren't you coming?" Mrs. Scroll asked her.

"Can I stay inside for recess?" Fluttershy's voice was muffled by the desk.

"Class, you may go outside," the teacher told them.

The line of ponies cheered and rushed out.

"What's the matter?" Mrs. Scroll bent down next to her desk.

"Nopony likes me."

"Sure they do."

"No they don't. They all make fun of me."

"Awww, cheer up Fluttershy."

"How can I?"

"Well, a new student is coming tomorrow. And think he'll like you."

Fluttershy picked her head up from the desk, her eyes damp and red. "T-there is?"

"Yes," Mrs. Scroll replied affectionately. She noticed their was a mixture of tears and a little snot of the desk now.

"W-what's his name?"

"His names Cracker Jack. I'll bet you two will be great friends," the mare flattered.

Fluttershy wiped away some of the dampness from her eyes and smiled. "I hope we are."

"You will be," Mrs. Scroll patted Fluttershy's back as the yellow pegasus stood up, "do you want to go out for recess?"

"Okay," Fluttershy grinned and scampered outside.

***

"That's great sweetie!" Vanilla was mixing some cake batter while listening to her daughter, Fluttershy, tell her tale of the new student.

"I know. I'm gonna have a new friend!" Fluttershy was so excited.

A rabbit hopped up on the couch, a frown on his face.

"Oh Angel, I won't forget about you. You were my first friend," Fluttershy grabbed her bunny and snuggled him, "mom, why are you making cake?"

"Well, it was going to be a surprise.." Vanilla's voice trailed off.

Fluttershy's ears folded back and she forced a frown. "Pwease tell your wittle Fluttershy," she cutely pleaded.

"Oh, I can't keep a secret from you when you act like that," Vanilla stopped mixing and picked her daughter up. Angel hopped out of Fluttershy's hooves, "daddy's coming home tonight."

Fluttershy's eyes twinkled. "Really? Daddy is really coming home? Oh boy!"

Vanilla smiled and put her child down and started mixing again, "and you know how daddy loves chocolate cake."

"So do I! Can I have the whisk to lick?"

"Well you're just like your father," Vanilla smiled, handing her the whisk covered with rich chocolate.

Fluttershy took it from her gratefully and licked it clean. She placed the utensil in the sink and went to her room.

She flopped down on her bed, a wide smile on her face, and she started to sing a little part of her favorite song. Now she had two things to be happy about. Slowly, her eyes closed.

***

"Fluttershy.. Fluttershy," A white hoof was shaking the filly.

Fluttershy wearily opened her eyes. "D-daddy?"

"Hello sweetie," Bianco, her father, picked her up.

"Daddy, I missed you so much," Fluttershy clasped her front legs around his neck and nuzzled him with her snout.

"I missed you, too, Flutters," Bianco gave her a kiss on the forehead, "now let's go have some of that chocolate cake, I'm starving!"

"But we didn't have dinner yet," Fluttershy objected.

Bianco winked and carried her into the kitchen.

Vanilla was there, tearing off lettuce leaves.

"Can we have cake?" Fluttershy asked.

"No Fluttershy, we haven't had dinner yet," Vanilla told her, not looking from peeling the vegetable

"Please?" Bianco begged.

"Bianco!" Vanilla looked back and ran to her husband, "you're home!"

"Yup," The white pegasus gave his wife a peck on the cheek, "so about that cake?"

Vanilla looked at the two pegasi with longing grins on their faces.

"Fine.."

***

Vanilla was lying on her bed, a book held in between her two hooves.

Bianco came in with a grin on his face. "Fluttershy's asleep."

Vanilla smiled. "Thanks for tucking her in sweetie."

"Do you know what that means?" Bianco crawled onto the bed and on top of her.

"Ooh, we haven't done this in such a long time," Vanilla bit her lip.

"I know." Bianco lowered himself until his chest was touching hers, and delivered her a kiss.

The kiss was long, and their tongues touched. They released from each other, with a strand of saliva still lingering.

Bianco made his way down to her pussy and gave it a few licks, making it nice and wet. His warm tongue lingered in and out of her marehood.

Vanilla blushed and accepted the vagina licks. She closed her eyes and moaned delightfully.

The white stallion started to put his member inside.

The beige mare giggled as his dick went farther inside.

Bianco started to thrust forward, allowing his penis to move into her genitalia easier.

"Not so hard sweet heart," Vanilla warned, his penis started to hurt her, "it's been so long, I'm not used to it too much yet."

"Sorry," Bianco started to pull out slow, as not to hurt his wife.

"Daddy? Mommy? Can I come in?" A sweet voice asked.

Bianco quickly pulled out and got off Vanilla.

"Come right in baby girl."

Fluttershy opened the door and jumped onto their bed. She squeezed in the middle of them.

"What is it honey? Are you having trouble sleeping?" Vanilla asked, being motherly.

"No, I just wanted to know what you two were doing," Fluttershy explained, "I heard mommy moaning. I thought she was hurt."

Vanilla blushed.

"And daddy was grunting. I thought you were hurting her," Fluttershy continued.

"He was," Vanilla jokingly elbowed Bianco in the stomach.

"Daddy, why were you hurting mommy?" Fluttershy asked curiously.

"Well, sweet heart, I think it's time we had a little talk," Bianco looked at his wife for approval. She nodded.

"Go on," Fluttershy urged.

"When a mommy and a daddy love each other very much," Bianco began, "they like to hug each other in a way that makes fillies, like you."

"You made me by hugging each other?"

"It's a little more complicated honey," Vanilla told the curious foal, "see, a daddy puts his private part in a mommy's private part, and when he gets excited, it makes a baby after nine months."

"But why were you hurting her?" Fluttershy's question was still not answered.

Bianco rubbed his eyes. "Uh.. I wasn't trying to Flutters, I was just.. It.. uh.. sometimes, a daddy's private part gets stuck in the mommy's private part, and it hurts to take it out."

"Was that why you were moaning mommy?"

"I wasn't moaning because of that, I was moaning because I was happy. Sometimes, ponies moan when they're happy."

"And you were grunting 'cause..."

"Because I was happy, too."

"Oh," Fluttershy concluded the conversation, "can I sleep in here tonight?"

"Okay honey," Bianco rubbed her pink mane affectionately and pulled the covers up on the tiny filly, "but you have to get to sleep. You have school tomorrow."

"Okay," Fluttershy yawned, her eyes closing, "I'm that little colt with glasses.." She sung quietly as she drifted off to sleep.

Vanilla and Bianco each kissed their child on the cheek and snuggled into the covers.

***

"Cracker Jack is coming today! Cracker Jack is coming today!" Fluttershy joyfully cheered, skipping about the kitchen, waiting for her breakfast to be done.

"I know you're excited babe, but you have to brush your mane. It's knotted," Vanilla told her.

"Okay mama," Fluttershy grabbed the butterfly shaped comb she had in her room and ran it through her tangled mane.

Bianco walked out of his room and took a whiff of the air. "Smells great, what are you cookin'?"

"I'm making some sunny side up eggs and toast," Vanilla informed him, taking a spatula and flipping the egg so the yellow, yolky part was showing.

"Sounds great." The white pegasus gave his wife a kiss and sat down at the table.

Fluttershy finished combing her hair and plopped the brush down on the end table. She trotted to the table and sat down by her father.

"Here you go everypony," Vanilla laid three plates down on the table, each of them covered with slightly burnt eggs (the family's favorite), crispy toast with strawberry jam on it, and a glass of orange juice.

"Yum!" Fluttershy smacked her lips with her tongue and dug into the eggs.

"Now, let's not eat like a piggy," Vanilla told her, "you're a mare."

"Sorry mama," Fluttershy giggled, promptly cutting off a slice of the white egg and putting it in her mouth.

After breakfast, Vanilla took the plates and forced them into the crowded sink, Bianco went into his room to look for a job, and Fluttershy went off to school (after she had brushed her teeth, washed up, and grabbed her lunch of course.)

Fluttershy eagerly sat in her seat, excited for CJ (she decided she was going to call him that if they became friends) to arrive.

Mrs. Scroll was seated at her desk, grading test papers from earlier the day before. Of course, little Fluttershy got an A. It wasn't an A +, but it was still an A, and that was something to be proud of.

Slowly, the door in the class room opened, and everypony turned their attention to the filly coming into it.

"Oh, why hello Cracker Jack. We have been awaiting your arrival," Mrs. Scroll greeted, guiding the youngster to the front of the room, "class, this our new student, Cracker Jack."

He was a unicorn. The filly's mane was brownish red, and his coat was light brown. He had freckles and brown eyes. His cutie mark was a piece of pop corn.

"Hi Cracker Jack," everypony in the class greeted.

"Now Jack, would you like to introduce yourself a little?" Mrs. Scroll offered.

"Sure," The foal replied, "hi. My name's Cracker Jack. I come from Baltimare, and I've been held back for two grades."

"Wow!" some of the bad fillies in class admired, "that means he two years older than us. He must be cool!"

The fillies in that class were only in third grade, so they were only eight. Jack was ten, and they already considered him a hero.

"Well Jack, why don't you go sit by Fluttershy over there?" Mrs. Scroll pointed to an empty desk by the filly.

Fluttershy smiled and waved sheepishly.

"Darn, I wanted him to sit by me," Rosemary, a filly with pink pigtails, said.

"I know," her friend, Green Thumb agreed. Green Thumb had greenish, lime hair that was in braids, "he is like, totally cute."

Jack walked down the aisle and seated himself by Fluttershy.

"Well everypony, please pull out your math textbooks and turn to page forty-three," Mrs. Scroll ordered.

"Hi, my name's Fluttershy," the yellow pegasus sneaked a quick greeting to him in between the teacher's instructions.

Jack didn't reply. He just reached under his desk and turned to the designated page.

Fluttershy awkwardly tapped her hooves, hummed a tiny tune that she loved, and pulled out her text book.

"Today we will be learning about our times nine tables. Does anypony know what nine times one is?"

"Nine," the class sung.

"That's right," Mrs. Scroll wrote down "9 X 1" on the chalkboard, "and does anypony remember why? Yes, you Jack."

"Because anything multiplied by one is itself," the foal answered.

"Very good," Mrs. Scroll admired.

Now, the rest of the lesson is not worth writing about. The fillies simply practice their nine tables. Recess soon came along, and that is where the story is now.

***

Fluttershy was the last one to line up for recess, because Jack was the second to last. She really wanted them to be friends, but it seemed he wasn't interested in having buddies at all.

So, Fluttershy returned to her lonely state behind the rusty monkey bars at the very, very end of the playground. Nopony played on these monkey bars anymore because they were rusted and, quote by the Safety Association of Equestria, "unfit and unsafe for foals to play on."

Surprisingly, while Fluttershy was digging a hole with her hoof, Jack came up to her.

"Hi Cracker Jack," Fluttershy looked up and smiled, glad she finally had the companion she had been longing for.

"Shh.." He bent down next to her on the wood chips.

"What for?" Fluttershy asked quietly.

Jack pushed her down on the ground and got on top of her.

Fluttershy blushed awkwardly and tried to push him off. "Get off me please. You're hurting my tummy," she pleaded.

Jack pressed his hoof into her mouth to prevent her from speaking.

She tried to push it out, but she couldn't. The fifth grader had a lot of force.

"Are you ready Fluttershy?" Jack asked.

Fluttershy started to cry as the foal started to lick her vagina.

"Mmm.." Jack stopped licking for a moment and admired her.

Fluttershy freed his hoof from her mouth and ran away, scraping up woodchucks. She ran to Mrs. Scroll and hid behind her.

Jack growled and ran after her. He stopped at Mrs. Scroll.

"Fluttershy! Cracker Jack! What is going on?" Mrs. Scroll demanded.

"He tried to make a foal with me!" Fluttershy accused.

"Did not!" Jack snapped.

"Stop!" Mrs. Scroll ordered, "you two wait here for a moment." The brown mare took out a cellphone and dialed a number. She put the phone up to her ear, muttered a few things, and put the phone back in her pocket.

"Fluttershy, I want you to come with me," Mrs. Scroll told her.

A green pony with a tan mane that was buzz cut walked out and guided Cracker Jack inside. He was a Guidance Teacher.

Mrs. Scroll followed them but then stopped on the first floor. Cracker Jack and the Guidance Teacher went upstairs.

"Sit down Fluttershy," the teacher told her, pulling a random chair from a desk.

"Um.. Okay."

"Now Fluttershy, what did Cracker Jack do to you?"

"He tried to make a foal with me."

"I mean, how did he try to make a foal with you?"

"Well," Fluttershy tapped her hooves slowly together, "he told me to be quiet. And then he pushed me down, stuck his hoof in my mouth, and started to lick inside my private area."

"Okay sweetheart. Does it feel wet there?"

"Yes," Fluttershy weirdly admitted. That was a odd question that a teacher would ask. She wished she would stop with the questions.

"Do you want to clean yourself up?" Mrs. Scroll asked.

"Yes, please."

The mare led the filly into the teacher's lounge. Since Fluttershy was considerably small, she could fit in the sink (she was squeezed against the faucet and the sink walls, but she wasn't about to complain.)

Mrs. Scroll handed Fluttershy a bar of soap. "Wash your private area with this."

The pegasus rubbed the soap in between her hooves until they were covered with suds.

This part was embarrassing to do in front of somepony else, but she stuck the suds in her pussy and swished it around.

"Now let's wash some of that off, okay?" Mrs. Scroll turned the filly around, her legs being smacked against the wall uncomfortably, and turned on the faucet.

"Hot!" Fluttershy winced, feeling the burning water on her skin.

"Sorry." The teacher turned the dial on the sink, making the water a little bit cooler, but not too cold.

Fluttershy made sure she got all the suds out.

"Now dry yourself with this." Mrs. Scroll handed her a white towel and Fluttershy took it gratefully.

The pegasus climbed out of the sink and sat on the counter of the bathroom, the lower half of her body dripping wet. She wiped the wetness from her genitals and put the towel down.

"Would you like to call your parents so they can pick you up?"

"No. I don't want them to know that somepony was making me have a foal."

Mrs. Scroll looked at the student with pity. She knew Fluttershy would act like this, as soon as she found out she got raped. Everypony thought that when they got raped, it was their fault.

"Fluttershy, I think they'll understand."

"I don't want them to know. I'll walk home by myself."

Mrs. Scroll didn't like fillies walking home by themselves. She didn't like fillies doing anything by themselves. That's why she always felt pity for Fluttershy.

She was always alone.

***

Fluttershy walked glumly into her house, her face flushed because of the spring heat, and the fact that she had walked instead of taking the bus home.

"Hi sweetie, how was school?" Her mother was busy chopping up a cucumber for cucumber burgers tonight.

"Oh you know, the usual," Fluttershy lied.

"You came home very early," Vanilla looked over at her daughter. "Oh my Celestia! Sweet heart, your face is red as a tomato!" She picked her filly up frantically.

Fluttershy's expression was dull, and a hint of sadness twinkled in her eyes.

Vanilla sat Fluttershy down on one of the chairs of the dinner table and poured her a drink of water. "Drink."

Fluttershy did as told and the redness from her face slowly simmered down.

"Hon, why is your face so red? You don't feel sick, right?"

"No. I feel fine mommy. I think I ought of lay down," Fluttershy walked to her room and flopped down on her bed.

She felt so dirty, so violated, and barely anything had happened. She just felt used and sad. Mostly tired and drained though. She cuddled up in her blankets and covered her head with them.

Bianco came into the room, and flicked on the light. Fluttershy hadn't turned it on, and the room had looked dark.

"Fluttershy?"

The filly poked her head out of the covers and looked at her father. "Hi daddy."

"There's something wrong," Bianco sat down on her bed and rubbed a hoof over her pink mane.

Fluttershy wished he didn't do that. His touch felt like Cracker Jack's.

"There's nothing wrong daddy. I'm just tired."

"I guess you came home early just because you were tired, too, huh?"

Fluttershy cringed. "N-no." She felt tears working their way into her eyes. Her voice began to quiver and crack.

"Is my little Flutters crying?" Bianco asked, picking her up out of her sheets.

Fluttershy hugged him tightly and sobbed into his chest. "Oh daddy.."

"What's the matter sweetie?"

Fluttershy couldn't bring herself to tell him what happened. Her chest got tight and locked up, and her breaths were shortened. Her wings stuck to her skin as she started to hyperventilate.

"Fluttershy? Fluttershy?" Bianco frantically shouted, "dear Celestia, I think she's having an asthma attack." Bianco put the filly on his back and rushed out to the door.

Vanilla looked at him with worry.

He ran out into the field outside their house and took off into the air. With speed faster than Rainbow Blaze, Bianco rushed to Saint Marey's Hospital.

Fluttershy felt her eyes start to close, as her lungs felt compressed together.

***

The next thing Fluttershy saw was her dad and mom standing by the medical bed she was in.

"Oh Fluttershy! My baby, you're up," Vanilla happily cried, kissing her child on the forehead.

"W-what happened?" She asked wearily.

"You had an asthma attack, Fluttershy," Bianco explained, holding her hoof.

"Oh," Fluttershy yawned.

Nurse Redheart's mother, Doctor Needle smiled to see her patient was OK. "Would you like to watch some cartoons?"

"Sure," Fluttershy replied, noticing there was a TV in the right top corner of the pearly, white room.

The doctor pressed the button, and tiny little cats danced on the screen.

Fluttershy giggled at them dancing as somepony called her mother's phone.

"I'll take this," Vanilla said and walked out of the room.

She walked out into the hall and pressed the answer button.

"Hello?"

"Good evening Mrs. Vanilla," Mrs. Scroll's voice cracked through the phone.

"Hello Mrs. Scroll," Vanilla replied, "how are you?"

"I'm good. Erhem.. Something terrible happened at school today."

"Oh Celestia, is Fluttershy in trouble?"

"No.. It's a bit different. Um.. Mrs. Vanilla.. You're daughter has been.. raped."

Vanilla didn't reply. Instead, she dropped the phone on the ground and stood shocked in the hall way.

"Mrs. Vanilla? Mrs. Vanilla?"

***

"I can't believe you didn't tell me!" Vanilla was on the verge of tearing her mane out.

"Hey! I didn't know either," Bianco shot back.

Fluttershy was in her room listening to all this. She didn't understand why they were blaming each other for their daughter getting raped, but she wished they would stop.

With courage in her chest, Fluttershy bound into their room and screamed: "Stop fighting!"

Both of her parents looked at her with blank stares.

"It's nopony's fault that I got raped," Fluttershy said strongly, tears dotting her teal eyes, "it's Cracker Jack's fault. He did it to me."

"Fluttershy, we're sorry. But when somepony we know and love gets raped, well that's a big deal," Vanilla picked her daughter up and sat on the bed.

"But he didn't really rape me," Fluttershy said truthfully, "all he did was lick my private spot. I think he wanted to do other stuff, but I ran away."

Bianco gave her a pat on the head, tears in his eyes, and a frown on his face. "That's my smart little butterfly," he sobbed, still emotional about his only daughter being violated.

"Would you like to have a few cookies before you go to bed?" Vanilla asked.

"Yes please mommy."

The filly stayed in the room with her father as her mom walked out.

"Fluttershy, why didn't you tell me you got.. well.. when I asked you why you were home early from school?"

"I was afraid you were going to be mad at me.."

"Flutters, you're my only daughter. If something ever happens like this again, hope on Celestia it won't, I want you to tell me, okay?"

"Okay daddy," Fluttershy hugged her dad, tears coming from their eyes.

"I brought cookies and cold milk for everypony!" Vanilla announced.

Fluttershy's and Bianco's eyes widened with glee.

During the night, Fluttershy kept waking up. She repeatedly had nightmares about Jack doing more than licking her area. His private part went into her's and then nine months later, Fluttershy had five fillies of her own and no daddy to help her take care of them!

Fluttershy didn't want to go to sleep anymore. She wanted to stay up to prevent herself from having those awful nightmares. Suddenly, she noticed there was a damp spot underneath her. Fluttershy cringed at the thought of her peeing herself. For Celestia's sake, she was eight years old and still wetting the bed!

Carefully and quietly, she inched out of bed and into the kitchen. She stood on her hinds to climb up on the cabinet and grab some more cookies from the jar that her mother hid in the cupboard.

She quickly brought the jar down and grabbed two more cookies out of it.

"Hi Fluttershy," Cracker Jack suddenly appeared behind her, holding up a red circle with a long strap around it.

The yellow pegasus nearly fell off the cabinet, as the unicorn colt strapped the circle to her,  pulled her and dragged her to her room.

He threw her down on her bed, locked the door with his magic, and positioned himself on top of her again.

Fluttershy couldn't scream for her parents because that odd thing was blocking her voice. She shed many tears that damped her cheeks, but this only made Jack's pleasure grow stronger.

The filly started off by licking her neck seductively all the way up. When he got to the top, he began again at the bottom.

Cracker Jack stopped licking her neck and made his way back down to her pussy.

"Let's finish what we started, huh?" He whispered to her wickedly. He licked inside her vagina again, twirling it around and getting her vaginal organ wet.

Fluttershy thought this tickled, and she liked being tickled, but this was a different type of tickling. This tickling felt weird, and dirty. And she didn't like it.

"Now that you're nice and wet," Cracker said to her silently, "we can start the real fun."

Fluttershy already decided his idea of fun was much different than hers.

The foal grabbed her abdomen and started to stick his meat stick inside her marehood.

Fluttershy shuddered at the unexpected pain his penis brought into her vagina. Was this what daddy and mommy were talking about?

He stuck his member deeper into her, and the farther he went in, the more pain he brought.

His member wasn't very large, but neither was Fluttershy's cunt.

The colt took his dick out, relieving Fluttershy from some of the pain, but then slammed it back into her.

Fluttershy felt her private part burning as the flames made their way up to her face. She looked flushed again, but this was a mixture of embarrassment, violation, and heat.

"I'm going to get you so wet," Jack told her.

But didn't you say you already got me wet, Fluttershy thought. She hoped he wouldn't lick her vagina again.

Jack stuck his dick farther in again with a lot more force this time. He thought she would surely split open.

"Aww, come on. Aww, come on," the unicorn silently moaned. He felt his dick fill with white, sticky fluid. With great relief, he dumped his load into her vagina.

Fluttershy shivered, the fluids of his stallion pride emptying into her's.

"I'm done here. Thanks for the good time," Cracker Jack smiled a demon like smile and pulled out of her with more force than he had stuck in. He ripped the blocker off of her face as she laid their, shocked.

The unicorn walked away.

***

The next day was not easy at school. The teacher had took the courtesy of removing the two far away from each other, but Fluttershy swore he was looking at her all day, a smile on his bratty, tiny face.

"As you know, class, today is Show & Tell Day. If you didn't bring anything, you can share a story or a song. Now who would like to go first?"

Fluttershy started to sing a little song while a large chunk of the class raised their hooves.

"Rosemary, come right up."

The filly properly trotted up to the front of the room and told the class a boring tale about why she started dancing.

"The one they call the geek.." Fluttershy sung to herself.

"Etch, do you have something to share with the class?"

"I got braces two days ago!" The tan pony with spiky black hair smiled wide so everypony could see his neon green teeth supporters.

"A little girl who never smiles.."

"What about you Tic and Criss?"

"Look at these cool new roller skates!"

"Because I have braces on my teeth, and I know how it feels to cry myself to sleep.."

"Fluttershy!" The teacher's sharp voice cut through her singing, "you are disrupting the class with your singing."

"Hey, why doesn't she show off her 'beautiful singing voice'?" Green Thumb jeered.

"Come on! Let's hear the amazing Fluttershy sing!" Ice Burg, a unicorn filly, jeered.

"Well I think that sounds like a great idea," Mrs. Scroll was agreeing with the bullies in the class!

"Uh.. okay.. If you say so.. M-Mrs. Scroll," Fluttershy was reluctant to come to the front of the class, but she complied with the teacher's orders.

The filly cleared her throat and began her song:

"I'm a little colt with glasses.."

"The one they call a geek.."

"A little girl who never smiles.."

"Because I've got braces on my teeth.."

Etch felt awkward as everypony looked at his braces.

"And I know how it feels to cry myself to sleep.."

"I'm that kid on the playground, who's always chosen last.."

"A single teenage mother, trying to overcome my past.."

"You don't have to be my friend.." Fluttershy looked at everypony in the room, "but is it too much to ask?"

"Don't laugh at me, don't call me names..."

"Don't get your pleasures from my pains," she stared directly at Cracker Jack as she sung that part, who shrunk because he felt he was being watched.

"In Celestia's eyes, we're all the same.."

"Someday, we'll all have perfect wings.." Fluttershy released her beautiful, yellow wings from her skin.

"Don't laugh at me.." She beautifully sung, "don't laugh at me..." A tear shed from her eye as she ended the song.