The Pain Never Truly Fades
Pain—a horrible ache in my jaw. That’s how I awoke—my head bouncing off of something hard without a care. Several solid objects struck glancing blows against my skull, and with each welt or bruise, my awareness and frustration grew. I tried desperately to struggle as my consciousness returned to me, but a thick wrap of coarse burlap-like material restricted my movements in addition to the rope binding my legs.
My mind struggled to find answers, but nothing I could think of made any sense. I’d received a letter from Rainbow Dash promising a fun night. Just leave the balcony door cracked, and she’d do the rest. We’ve had kinky sex before—especially when we got Lyra involved—but nothing like this... and there’s always been some sort of safe word. This wasn’t like Dash!
I attempted to call out for help, but a thick, sweaty cloth had been unceremoniously shoved into my mouth, and another cloth had been tied tightly around my head, muffling my cries. Whoever had tied the rope around my legs didn’t do a very good job in their haste and it slipped off with ease. Too bad for me that they’d done a better job on the gag; the knot was impossible to undo in these conditions, so instead, my efforts went toward getting out of this damn sack.
My struggles must have caught the attention of my captor, because a heavy blow impacted my side, knocking the breath out of me. The gag muffled any sounds of pain or anger I might have made, but in my winded state, the inability to breathe made that countermeasure redundant. I could not scream any more than I could breath through my mouth.
In my struggle, however, I had discovered the exit to my prison, bound tightly with rope. When my breath finally returned, I tried with all my might to loosen it, but to no avail. All my efforts had accomplished was to garner another blow, this time to the base of my skull. My strength and senses left me then, as I fell once more into the cold grips of unconsciousness.
When I came to, I was in a dingy stone cell of some sort, face down in a bed of slimy moss. All attempts to rise to my hooves were met with failure. My forelegs were tied tightly behind my back, serving to cripple any attempts at flying, walking, or even standing.
Worse, the cell itself was barely larger than I was, giving me only a few feet of breathing room. The door sat wide open, almost tauntingly. My hopes of pushing myself to the door were quashed quickly when I became aware of a heavy weight on my hind leg. The metallic clank of a chain echoed through the chamber for my efforts.
I groaned and tried to calm myself enough to think. The obvious answer was that I had been kidnapped. It was really the only answer that made sense, because if this was Dash’s idea of a ‘sex game’, a very long discussion on boundaries was in the forecast for that weathermare. You didn’t just spring a surprise dungeon struggle snuggle on your boyfriend!
My awareness quickly took note of many tools and implements on the walls, and a table taking up most of the space behind me, but before I could so much as ponder their purpose, my captor strode into the cell. “Well, what have we here?” I immediately recognized the voice even as my mind processed the dim form of the pegasus that stood before me. That was Soarin! “One body-snatching alien, minion of Discord, and stupid enough to fall into my trap.” A scrap of paper landed in front of me, and, in the gloom of the cell, I could just make out the message I’d thought was from Dash. “Of course, you’re also the foul beast that took my girlfriend from me!”
A lump of ice formed in the pit of my stomach, and I found myself subconsciously grinding my teeth. I raced to form a rational response, but my mouth proved quicker than my mind, blurting, “Dash left you because you’re a fucking psycho!” Wrong answer.
Soarin let loose an inarticulate yell of rage as he surged forward, allowing his momentum to carry over into a fierce kick below the ribs. “Don’t you dare talk to me like that! I see you for what you really are: a monster, an abomination to Equestria!”
The agonizing muscle spasms brought forth by his blow turned breathing into an exercise in futility. Gasping and gulping for air, I stared defiantly up at him from my spot on the floor. “The only monster here is you.”
Again he made to kick me, this time connecting viciously with my ribs. A sharp pain lanced up my side as I heard a faint crunch of bone buckling under the force of his attack. I screamed in pain, which only intensified my suffering as the contraction of my barrel forced the surrounding tissue to rub against the broken rib. The tiny splinters of bone were like a thousand torturous needles worming their way into my flesh.
“Keep talking, Dawn! You open your mouth one more time when I’m not asking you a question, and I’ll break more than ribs!” he shouted. He paced the room as I lay there whimpering in pain, as though my suffering helped him collect his thoughts. “Just admit you’re in league with Discord, and maybe I’ll turn you over to the police. I think, once Dash finds out you were working with him all along, I can get her back!”
I laughed as much as my pain would allow before it became too much. “In league with Discord? He’s probably the only being in existence whose ass I want to kick more than yours right now! Do you even know what he did to me?”
Soarin’s icy glare cut through my bravado like daggers. It was so chilling and full of hate that I barely noticed his hoof cutting a path through the air. With a crack of keratin on flesh, the hoof struck my jaw, splitting my lip in the process. “If you won’t admit it and fix all the things you fucked up, I’ve got a plan in motion to make sure you spend the rest of your life miserable and alone.”
For once, I managed to hold my tongue; provoking him would only earn me another kick. A trickle of blood began to seep from the corner of my mouth as I sat in silence. It was a bit alarming, but I couldn’t spare more than a moment’s thought to ponder where it came from—probably a broken tooth or cut to my cheek.
“Now, Dawn, tell me why you really took over Dash’s body,” he demanded, the volume of his voice rising with every syllable. “Tell me why you mocked our courtship by sleeping with me. Tell me why you had to go and steal her from me!”
When I didn’t respond immediately, he slammed his hoof on the ground mere inches from my face. I knew he wouldn’t accept the answer, but with a defeated sigh, I looked up at him. “I woke up in her body, and I did everything I could to get out of it. I slept with you because I wanted Dash to be happy and I wanted you two to be together, even though I wasn’t comfortable with it at all. She was fully aware of it every waking moment,” I said before baring my teeth. “Turns out you were too big of an asshole for me to even try to fix; you sabotaged yourself!”
Soarin snorted, rearing up on his hind legs to tower over me. I knew it would hurt like fuck, and couldn’t help but flinch as his hooves came down. Thankfully, the sheer agony was enough to force all conscious thought from my head.
I can’t deny anything; it didn’t take me very long to lose track of how long I spent in that cell. The psychopathic bastard was just too intent on forcing a confession out of me. After being beaten hour after hour and being splashed with icy water every time I tried to closed my eyes, I was very nearly ready to give him what he wanted, even if it was a lie. The only respite I ever received was when he pummeled me into unconsciousness.
When I awoke after my most recent beating, I was surprised to find an almost pleasant smell permeating my nose. Upon opening my eyes, I saw a small wooden bowl full of a thick-looking soup. Even as my empty stomach and parched throat rejoiced at the sight, my mind rebelled; Soarin had no reason to feed me other than to prolong my new life of torture. If I could just refuse to eat it, I knew I could deprive him of any more fun in torturing me... So what if that was the coward’s way out?
I couldn’t do it, though. Even if I could have conquered my starvation, the thought of my leaving my friends alone just to spite him was too much to bear. My death would hurt them more than Soarin beating me within a hair’s breadth of death repeatedly ever could.
With a defeated sigh, I crept toward the bowl and struggled to get my mouth over the bowl. Though it was cold, the broth and vegetables were just too tantalizing to pass up. Besides, if I were to get out of this, I’d need my strength; Soarin had to slip up eventually, and my friends would come—they had to. Either way, his day would come.
It felt only like seconds since I’d taken my first mouthful, but I was now greedily licking the last remnants of the soup from the bowl. “Why was it so good?” I could barely whisper, before my stomach began to seize. “Damn it!” I shouted, condemning my own gullibility even as the soup began to tear at my insides. Of course a coward like him would resort to poisoning me! That’s why he kidnapped me... that’s why he beat me while bound... that’s why...
As what little light was present in the room drained away, I prayed that I might never wake up again.
I guessed I wasn’t so lucky as to die when I came to. My body was draped haphazardly over a wooden table. Hyper-extended to the point I thought they might dislocate at the shoulders, my forelegs were bound and stretched out in front of me. The edge of the table dug into my gut and hips, and made me acutely aware that my hind legs were bound to the table legs, leaving me spread-eagle and feeling quite self-conscious. Of course, even my wings were bound, strapped so tightly to my sides that there was an ungodly amount of pressure against my broken rib. For all the pain I was in, I couldn’t even cry out for mercy if I tried—not with this thick plastic bit filling my mouth.
“I’m glad you’re awake, Dawn. I’m afraid our time is up, and since you won’t come clean... Well! I’m just going to have to dispose of you!”
My heart clenched at his words. Dispose of me? He was going to kill me! I screamed into the gag as I thrashed against my bindings accomplishing nothing but a few strained muscles and deep rope burns.
“Relax, relax... killing you, while that would be fun, isn’t what I have in mind.” Soarin stepped around to the front of the table and looked down at me with a manic smile on his face. “No, I need to make sure you’re never found.”
He needed to die! I wanted to make him die. At this point, he deserved it more than Discord. The desire surpassed even my hatred for the mad god and all he’d done. The being that stood before me was the walking definition of a sociopath.
“You see, Dawn, I drugged that soup with a very special cocktail.” His brow lowers and his smile morphs into a cruel sneer. “After our last session today, you’ll be drugged again and wake up in a mental hospital.”
If not for the bit, I would have spat in his face and insulted him. I’d damn his mother and father and everyone who ever cared for him. I would have chided him on his cliched villain dialogue right to his god damned self-righteous face. Who gave a shit what he was going to do? I certainly didn’t; I just wanted it to be done with and over. Death, torture, exile—he needed to step up his A-game and just spit out whatever his next plan was.
“A well placed bribe and you’ll be Swift Breeze, a pathological liar and a patient at Broadhoof Asylum,” he continued, his sneer never faltering. “Oh, you’ll be taken care of, in a manner of speaking. Padded rooms, straightjackets, the whole works! After all, when I’m done mutilating your cutie marks, they won’t let you within ten feet of a pointy object.”
With a sickening laugh, he crept back out of sight, but I could sense him behind me. “Tell me, Dawn, do you notice anything different? Do you feel any different?” he whispered. “I have one last gift to give you, to make sure you never forget me.”
I struggled to get a look at him, to see what he was doing, when I felt his hooves on my backside and he nuzzled my flank. My eyes widened as I caught sight of the fur on my shoulder, and then my forelegs when I turned away in horror. Instead of blue, my fur was pink!
“Oh yes, Dawn,” he purred, waving a glass bottle in front of my eyes. It was three-quarters empty, but what remained was a purple liquid that seemed decidedly familiar. “I know all about you and poison joke. That Zecora probably didn’t even notice the break-in... A little bit of this, some soup, a little bit of fertility potion, and a stabilizer to prevent it from being reversed... after all, who knows what orderly you might go beg and plead to for an abortion?”
I felt him climb up onto the table, his body pressed firmly against mine. He seized my mane at the back of my neck and tugged. “I wouldn’t put it past an animal like you,” he snarled through his bared teeth. “But I want you to have the full eleven months, pregnant and in a padded room, to remember what you took from me; you took my foal with Dash away, and now, as a mental patient, your foal will be taken away too.”
An impotent scream left my throat, and I began to thrash against him as I felt something hard and warm brush against my thigh. Oh fuck, this is really happening! Tears streamed down my cheeks as it hit home what was about to happen. Even though I couldn’t see it happening, memories of my time in Dash’s head filled in the blanks as his black and blue-gray mottled shaft slid between my teats.
Worse off, why was I getting wet? My juices were beginning to coat my thigh as his length grazed the very bottom of my vagina, and I wished nothing more than to clench my thighs together to prevent him from getting inside of me. I didn’t want this! I don’t want to be raped, so why am I so wet?
“Mmm, I don’t know why that zebra had so many fertility potions lying around, but I’m not complaining,” he muttered when my pussy winked involuntarily against his shaft. I cringed as my traitorous orifice began to gush more lubrication down his waiting cock, and I realized a familiar, heady aroma had begun to fill the air. “I love the smell of a mare in heat; don’t you, Dawn? This is making me so fucking hard.”
Of course it would be that way, I thought sulkily, trying my best to tighten all of my muscles down there. At the very least if I could make it difficult for him... as much as can be expected when my body’s betrayed me. It was as if he was reading my mind, though; the end of his cock began prodding at the opening of my marehood, teasing up and down its length.
When he bumped up against my anus, he released my mane and leaned close to my ear and whispered, “I could take you any way I want, and you wouldn’t be able to do a thing to stop me.” A sudden jerk of his head, and his teeth clamped down on my ear. “I want you to remember that I chose not to, because I’m not a filthy monster like you.”
That was all the warning I got before he angled his hips back and thrust forward. There was no gentle parting of my nether lips, and the intrusion of his rod was completely unlike what I had experienced as Dash. Instead of a gentle increase of pressure and pleasure, it was almost as though he’d punched me straight in the cunt. In spite of my best attempts to make myself too tight, he just rammed his cock straight on in, stretching me to the brink of tearing.
In the face of such pain, there was no choice but to relax my muscles. I just couldn’t take it. “Now you’re getting it,” he hissed in my ear. His length retreated until only the very tip of it remained inside. “No reason to make things hard on yourself when you’ll be facing the same thing at the hooves of the orderlies.”
A wet slap echoed through the room as he thrust into me once more. It wasn’t nearly as painful without my resistance, but it would never feel good; it probably wouldn’t ever again. The fullness I felt... it was sickening and wrong. My entire body—no, my entire being—was being violated by the psychopath atop of me, and I was powerless to stop him.
I clenched my eyes shut and began screaming and whimpering into the bit as he started to rock his hips. The emptiness that was left whenever he pulled out should have brought some sort of relief, but it just served as a painful reminder that his next stab would come quicker and harder, every motion accompanied by the jolt of his balls hitting my clitoris and the squelch of wet flesh. I didn’t want this!
Time seemed to curl in on itself as I tried to tune out his continued assault of my marehood. Seconds stretched on into minutes and hours, and through it all, I only grew more disgusted in both him and myself; no matter how hard I tried to ignore it, the repeated stimulation of my clit was having an effect on my body. My vaginal walls were beginning to contract on their own, betraying me once more as they attempted to milk his cock.
Soarin seemed to be enjoying himself quite a bit. He was panting heavily now, every grunt causing him to clench his teeth against the sensitive flesh of my ear. “Oh, you are going to be so popular in the asylum!” he groaned after a particularly hard thrust. It was at that point that I became keenly aware that his cock, especially the head, was growing inside me. I renewed my struggles, knowing he was close, and smashed my skull into his muzzle, forcing him to release my ear.
For my insolence, he forced my head sideways into the table with one hoof and began to press down on my throat. “You shouldn’t have done that!” he snarled, thrusting even harder into me. The head of his cock expanded quite a bit as he choked me, wedging itself deep inside of me. Still, he didn’t stop his humping.
I could only stare up at his sneering face, trying to blink away the tears and the darkness, when he came. A blinding heat surged from the end of his cock, splashing painfully against my cervix in waves. With every rock of his hips, he shot off another rope of cum inside of me. Even as the disgusting warmth pooled in my belly and his cock began to deflate, he still did not stop cumming.
Eventually, I began to pass out, but not before he slid out of me, splashing the last bit of his climax across my haunches. I thought I could hear him saying something about making sure, but my senses were beginning to fail me. The last thing I saw was his self-satisfied expression taunting me... haunting me.
How many times had he raped me? I lost count after the second, but to my vagina it felt like he’d been going at me for days. I was chafed raw inside, and after the second or third time he’d done me, I wasn’t sure if he was still cumming or if he was just taking pleasure in asserting his dominance. It’s what’s what he was doing when I woke, and it’d been almost nonstop.
All I could even do now was close my eyes, weep, and wish he would lose interest already. I’d gladly accept asylum life if it meant getting away from him. Despite his claims that I was the monster, the evidence was clear... I just wanted to get away from him... I wanted to die, and he knew it. He was even taunting me with a knife, but never allowing it to come close enough to me to end my own suffering.
With a sudden lurch, Soarin pulled out of me with a scream of pain. There was a heavy thud and what sounded like the pop of a dislocated bone—a sound so heavenly that I forced my eyes open to look in the direction of the commotion. What I saw was more precious to me than looking upon the combined works of Rembrandt, Picasso and da Vinci.
There was Rainbow Dash standing over Soarin like an angel of vengeance, daring him to so much as move from his fetal position. Whether he was too weak to move, or if he was simply too scared to face her wrath, he did not move at all. The only thing he could do was whimper like a child that had just grabbed the hottest coal from a fire with his bare hoof.
Content that he wasn’t about to try anything, she rushed over to the table. She immediately removed the bit, from my mouth, allowing me a full breath unimpeded by now clogged sinuses and runny nose. Her hoof came up to brush away my tears, but they had long since caked into my fur along with the dust and grime of my prison.
“Dawn, what did he do to you?” she croaked, sending Soarin another spiteful glance to ensure he hadn’t gone anywhere.
“Dash, you have to help me!” I cried in a pleading whimper, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks.
“It’s okay; I’m here and the rest of our friends are right behind me!” Dash placed hoof of reassurance on my shoulder as she unbound my forelegs, before moving around to my backside to untie me. At her disbelieving wail, my ears drooped. She could see everything he’d done to my female body firsthand—the mess of cum caking my haunches and my still gaping vag—and I wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d died in shock; I certainly could have died of shame.
The ropes around my legs fell away, and I slid to the ground in a sticky heap. “That son of a bitch raped you!” A low growl began to build in her throat as she stomped back towards the cowed rapist. “What is wrong with you, you... monster!”
“Dash...” She’d spun to face me so quickly that she succeeded in kicking up a small cloud of dust right in front of Soarin’s damnable face. The seed of an idea was forming in my mind, but... “He used a fertility potion... Please, I can’t have his baby; I won’t!”
“I don’t know how to fix this!” Dash all but shouted, allowing some of her panic to overtake her rage. She was at my side in an instant, stroking my mane and trying to maneuver me in a comfortable position away from the table. “What am I supposed to do? This is more of a Twilight problem!”
The idea was blossoming into a longshot, a Hail Mary if ever there was one, but it was all I had. I heard a door open and close, and Soarin was gone from his spot when I looked, but there was no time for that. I had to explain my plan to Dash now. “I have a—”
Another door swung open, and Fluttershy burst into the room, panting. “Dash!”
“What?” She jumped to her hooves, pivoting to face Fluttershy as she rose. I could practically hear the adrenaline pounding through her veins.
“It’s Soarin: we saw him sneak out a side exit and fly off. The girls are chasing him, but they need you.”
A vicious snarl escaped Dash as she bolted through the door Fluttershy had just entered through, vanishing from the building in the blink of an eye.
“Dash, no! I... I need you!” My plea died in my throat as I stared at the spot where she once stood. My hope began to sink until I caught sight of Fluttershy. “I... I have to ask you a big favor, Fluttershy, and you have to trust me on this!”
I don’t know if it was my pleading tone, or the sight of the rope burns on my legs and the mess of my behind, that caught her attention, but she trotted over and kneeled close to me. “Oh, my... I... what?”
“He gave me a fertility potion, but there’s still some potion on the floor over there near the workbench,” I said in a panicky voice, gesturing in the direction of the table. “It’s a purple potion, in a glass bottle. I think that’ll change you into a stallion! Please, Fluttershy, I need you to mount m—”
“What!?” What I had asked of her suddenly registered in her mind, and her pupils dilated in shock. “But I don’t like stallions, I... I can’t.”
“Please, Fluttershy,” I whispered, my eyes becoming misty once more. I grabbed one of her forelegs and hugged it. “Please! You have to try, trust me!”
“Dawn, I’m not sure I’m com—”
“It’s the only chance I have at not having Soarin’s bastard!” I whined. “Do it for me, please.”
The only thing I could do at that moment in time was watch Fluttershy’s internal struggle play out on her face. Her brow furrowed as her ears folded down, and her eyes flicked from the bottle to me. When she swallowed and began to chew her lip, breaking eye contact immediately, I almost worried that she might say no.
“If you think it will help, I’ll do it.” She patted one of my hooves as she spoke, giving me an empty smile. “I, um, I’ll need you to let go of me though.”
I released my grip and watched her move to the table. She sidestepped the puddle of Soarin’s cum that had pooled where I was bound, and retrieved the bottle. “So, I-I just drink it, right?” she asked, holding the bottle apprehensively at arm’s length. “And then I just..”
“Yeah...” I nodded, looking away from the table. “It might hurt,” I said, lowering my head to my hooves. Why was I so tired? “I’m sorry...”
Fluttershy uncorked the bottle and, with a forced look of gusto, knocked back the potion inside. “It’s the only way,” she muttered to herself as her voice took on a deep, rich bass more suited to a singer than such a shy pony. It wasn’t me she was speaking to, however; it was for her own benefit. “I’m doing it for Dawn.”
A pained expression crossed her face, but she did not collapse to the ground screaming in agony. In fact, beyond going completely rigid, the only movement from her was the steady expansion and contraction of her barrel. Was I mistaken? Had that been something else and not the poison joke concoction after all?
My answer didn’t make itself readily apparent at first. For a few long minutes, nothing happened, and we simply stared into each other’s eyes. Perhaps it was because I was so focused on her eyes that I didn’t immediately realize that she’d been growing taller, but as soon as I noticed, it was almost... frightening to watch Fluttershy go from meek mare to muscled stallion, her limbs growing thicker and her muzzle growing boxy and long. Strangely enough, her mane even found a way to grow shorter.
He—or was it still she?—inhaled sharply through his nose and his eyes widened. “Is that really what a stallion smells around a mare in heat?” he murmured as his eyes took on a slightly glazed look. His wings shot out in a sudden display of plumage, and I squeaked in alarm. “Dawn?”
I needed to turn away from him, my breath hitching in my throat. “No... he’s not back. He can’t be back,” I told myself, clenching my eyes shut against a fresh wave of tears. Hadn’t I been through enough? “It’s not Soarin; it’s Fluttershy.”
When his hoof abruptly found its way onto my shoulder, I nearly screamed. I looked up into his eyes, and remembered that Fluttershy would never hurt me. He didn’t have it in him to hurt me like Soarin did. “Don’t force yourself, please.”
I shook my head and rose to my aching hooves. “It has to be this way; there’s no other option,” I said, raising my haunches and flicking aside my tail to present myself. The fertility potion seemed to still be in full effect at any rate. Even if he wasn’t so sure about this, one part of him was. “At least I don’t have to tell you to be gentle.”
Fluttershy placed his hooves softly on my withers. The flow of tears did not abate as he clumsily prodded about, trying to align his tool with my vagina, but all I could think about was Soarin mounting me, and the burning ache between my loins from the repeated abuse. “I could take you any way I want,” Soarin whispered from the depths of my mind, “and you wouldn’t be able to do a thing to stop me.”
My inner walls squeezed down the moment Fluttershy’s penis slipped inside, eliciting a shudder from the stallion atop me. “Oh my...” His movement stopped almost immediately. Not surprising, really; this was pretty new to him, and he probably didn’t know how to cope with the sensations. He needn’t have worried. If anything, I’d thank him if he blew his load sooner.
In spite of myself—I knew this was Fluttershy, not Soarin!—I began to whimper in pain as he figured what he was supposed to do. He withdrew his cock, dragging out a fair bit of Soarin’s previous deposits in the process, and then slid gently back in. If the squeaks he was making were any indication, he was trying his hardest not to pay attention to the sensations. Either way, I was just so tired of it all.
By some quirk of fate, be it his inexperience with a penis or the additional lubrication, the ending was in sight quicker than I could have hoped. Fluttershy’s pace quickened alongside his breathing, and the now-familiar tugging of a stallion’s flare inside of me signaled the impending end. I breathed a sigh of relief as the thick ropes of pearly cum began to shoot off inside of me.
Not waiting for him to pull out, I flopped onto my side, taking him with me, and just lay there. It was done. My hoof migrated to my belly, which I rubbed gently as the warmth of his seed began to spread. The baby... it might not be Soarin’s now! That’s all that mattered, I told myself as I began to weep.
When he put an arm around me to pull me close, I buried my face in the offered limb. “Thank you, Fluttershy,” I sobbed beneath heavy-lidded eyes. “Thank you...”
Author's Note
Some of you are probably wondering why Seven of all people is doing a reimagining of events that have already happened in Kaidan's 'Dash of Humanity' canon. I'd like to think that it's no great secret that I consider Kaidan a friend here on FIMFiction, and that the two of us share a mutual appreciation for each other's work. When it came to the Launch of the first two chapters of 'Consequences', there seemed to be at least some people expecting a cloptional side-story. Kaidan himself seemed rather unsure that he was even going to write them this time around, noting in a Skype conversation that he felt they detracted from the second story.
I had a twofold reason for wanting to write this. The first reason is nothing special; I like dark stories, and I was rather disappointed that the emotionally scarring rape scene was Smash Cut and skipped—because I am a horrible person—and of course was inspired to write. There was also a part of me that was kind of put off to see people expecting clop side-chapters for a story where the central character was brutally raped in the opening act. I wanted to hammer in that rape is traumatic and that you are a horrible person for expecting a recent rape victim, one that is now bearing a child who may very well be her rapist's, to be involved in anything other than therapy and receiving support from her friends.
So of course, I brought it up with Kaidan, and offered to write the rape scene in his stead.
To those who came here looking for something to clop to, I am not at all sorry that you were probably disappointed by this.
