Yellow & Blue: A Tragic Tale of Friendship

Chapters

Beast and the Beauty
A Butterfly Set Free
White is the Color of the Rainbow
East of Innocence
I am Fluttershy - Author's Epilogue
Twilight's Last Gleaming - Prelude

Beast and the Beauty

She was flying blind in a storm cloud, no longer sure which way was up or down, east or west. Her muzzle and flanks were rubbed raw by stinging rain. She couldn’t remember where she was going or why; all she knew was she had to keep flying.

A sudden gust threw her downward, and she could see the ground rising to break her out-of-control fall. She tried to spread her wings to slow her descent, but the cloud had become as thick as appleberry jam and she could barely move them. Any minute now she would crash into the ground and her body would be broken into a hundred pieces and nopony would come to pick them up. She looked at the ground again, and now saw it covered by hundreds of yellow and pink bunnies, all with Fluttershy’s kind, loving face. I’m having another nightmare, she realized. Wake up, wake up! She fought her way to consciousness and opened her eyes to reassure herself that she was at home, safe in her bed.

And the light of a thousand suns exploded in Rainbow Dash’s brain.

Her eyes, closed for days, were not prepared for high noon. She slammed her eyes shut again and turned away, feeling as though somepony had kicked her in the forehead. But she found she could only turn her head a little way before it stopped.

"Ah, the one and only killer of clouds and destroyer of friendships, Rainbow Dash, has awoken." Rainbow tried to locate my voice, but she was still blinded by the light.

"Who’s there? Where am I? What's happened to me?" She tried to step forward, but her legs wouldn’t go. "Why can't I move?"

I stood off to the side, out of sight. "That’s a complicated question, Miss Dash; one that we will have many days to discuss. The short answer is that you are lashed to a sturdy wooden frame, way out in the woods where nopony will ever find us. I’ve built torture racks like this for human women, but you’re the first mare I’ve abused this way; I hope it’s uncomfortable enough for you.” I gave a little chuckle. “And the long answer? Well, let's just say I'm a twisted sadist who likes to screw with pony's minds, figuratively, and bodies, literally."

Rainbow was still groggy but she knew she was in trouble. She opened her eyes a little and saw she was in a forest clearing. There were large boxes strewn about as well as a table and a small tent. Under her she could just make out the edges of the wooden form she was lashed to. She threw herself backwards and forwards, but her hooves were securely tied and her thrashings barely budged it. She tried flapping her wings, but she found they were also tied down. "Let me go, you asshole!" she yelled, throwing herself again and again. "Let me go let me go let me go!"

After about five minutes she wore herself out. She hung loosely in the frame, out of breath. “Girl, if you get all sweaty this wash will turn you six different shades of white.” I dipped the brush back into the pail and resumed scrubbing her flank. “Besides,” I added as I wrinkled my nose, “I want to get this over with; this bleach stinks.” She threw her head against the restraints, trying to see what I was doing.

“What’s going to be white? What are you doing? What are you brushing me with? Let me GO!” she yelled, fear evident in her voice.

I realized that increasing her agony would help pass the time. I rummaged around in one of the boxes for a small mirror. I stood in front Rainbow and slowly angled it so she could see my handiwork. “ARHHHHH!” she screamed. “What have you done to my beautiful blue coat?” The once sleek, azure pony flank was stained by a huge splotch of dirty white almost three feet across. Droplets of pale bluish liquid slowly dripped off her underside. She screamed, but no words could adequately express her horror.

“Oh, but that’s not the best part. Look at this, Rainbow.” I angled the mirror so she could see farther down her body.

“My cutie marks!" she shrieked. "Oh my god! Oh my God! What did you do to my cutie marks?" Discolored rectangles on her haunches were all that remained of her cloud and lightning bolt insignia. She tried to speak but nothing came out of her mouth; the waterfall of tears said everything I needed to know.

"You mean this old thing?" I walked over to the work table and held aloft a scrap of horse hide bearing the faint outline of a storm cloud and lightning bolt. Her mouth hung open, too horrified to speak. "Don't worry. I made a few test cuts, and your magic pony hide will grow back and not even show a scar. But without this, of course." I gave her birthright a playful shake and set it back down. A high-pitched wail broken by choking sobs rang out over the trees.

"Don't worry, girl,” I said condescendingly as I patted her side. “I'll make you an new cutie mark, one to go with the new personality I am going to give you." Unconsoled, her sobbing continued unabated, although she was able insert a few swear words.

I took a syringe off the table and stabbed it into the midpoint of the stubble that used to be her multicolored mane. She yelped while I slowly depressed the plunger. "Honey, you need to stand still or it's just going to hurt more. I’ve have to get this pesky mop started before I finish scrubbing the color out of your coat." The injection of the combined white dye, hair growth tonic, and a few special ingredients would erase the rainbow colors that bound her to her old life of bitchiness and cruelty. Her mane, and the rest of her body, would become as white as the fallen snow. I refilled the syringe and speared it a fraction of an inch farther along her neck. She winced and tried to pull away, but the frame held my prisoner immobile as I speared her again and again.

This process went on for several more hours until I couldn’t stand any more. We were both exhausted; my hands and back ached from the scrubbing and stretching to reach her mane. Rainbow was beyond tired. She didn’t even try to hold her head up any longer. Days of being strapped motionless in the frame, the stress and pain of the transformation, and constant sobbing had sapped all her strength.

Rainbow eagerly accepted my offer of apple juice and a couple pastries. I made myself a “courage potion” of apple juice with a little whisky and sat down to rest my legs. Now, at her most vulnerable, it was time to begin the head-games.

"Rainbow, earlier you asked why you were here." Her head hung limply in the frame, and she barely turned an ear in my direction. I tossed a pebble at her flank to get her attention. She flinched and slowly turned her head in my direction. "Rainbow, you are my prisoner for two reasons. First, I like tying up mares and then fucking them, and conveniently," I gave her a hungry, predatory smile, "you're a mare. Secondly you have become a horrible creature, destroying friendships and taking advantage of people who care about you. You were not always like this. I watched you when you were younger. You and your five best marefriends had thrilling adventures and fun together. The Mane Six would do anything for each other because you all understood the true meaning of friendship.”

“And when it came to flying... Rainbow Dash was the best; there was nopony better at racing or cloud popping than you." I paused for emphasis, "except the Wonderbolts, who you idolized. You tried out year after year, but you were never quite good enough for them, were you? Only superstars like the Wonderbolts could understand the thrill, the rush that came with being a speedster like yourself. Oh, sure, Fluttershy and the other pegasus ponies could fly too, but to them it was just moving from point A to point B. And when the Wonderbolts finally said they didn’t need you, your whole world fell apart. Your wounded pride consumed you from the inside out."

“If you couldn’t be on top of the world, though, you could certainly live it up on the bottom. You started hanging with a bad crowd and got into joyweed. You alienated everypony who ever liked you and drove a wedge between the best five friends a pony could have. If you couldn’t be happy, there’s no reason for anypony else to be happy is there? But it didn’t matter, because now you had new friends. Friends who loved to party at your place, crash at your place, eat your food, and attend your special sleepovers for all your girlfriends. You even bought a place, in Ponyville, on the ground, so you could have bigger parties for more than just your pegasus friends. Your friends are using you just like you used Fluttershy, and you're too stupid to see it.”

“That's a bunch of crap, you jerk” the blue spitfire shot back. “Nopony's using me for anything! You can’t do this to me! And for the last time I didn't do anything to Fluttershy!”

I ignored her protestations. “When I arrived in Equestria this time I hadn’t decided who my victim was going to be. I mean I knew I was going to humiliate and rape a pony, but I was looking for the right one. When I learned how you destroyed Fluttershy’s life, I knew it was going to be you. You were a two-fer: I could fuck with your pride as well as your body.”

"I didn't do anything to her! She's fine. Let me go!"

I gave her ass a brutal slap and continued my pontificating. “Think of me as your sadistic fairy godpony. My magic wand will touch you and through an excruciatingly painful cosmetic makeover and brainwashing you will become a new pony who is beautiful and kind. And of course somewhere along the way I'll take a few minutes to pound my personal magic wand up your asshole. Doesn't that sound like fun?” Her thrashing and kicking told me she wasn’t nuts about the idea. Good.

“And how do I have all this secret knowledge about you and Fluttershy?” I dug around in my pocket and pulled out the key that would unlock Rainbow's great adventure. "This is a memory amulet. When you turn it one way it records the thoughts and feelings of the person who is wearing it; but if you turn it the other way, you experience the thoughts and feelings recorded in it.”

“Pinkie told me stories about your very popular mares-only parties. I got curious so I loaned this to Fluttershy before she went to your last sleepover."

Rainbow raised an eyebrow. "What of it?"

I gazed thoughtfully into the amulet. "I don't think Fluttershy has a very good time at the sleepovers, do you?"

"What do you mean?" asked Rainbow. "She always has a good time. She shows up for every party. Yea, sometimes we might be a little rough with her, but she's a big girl. Nopony forces her come to the sleepovers. Besides, I think a shy girl like her needs to get out and have some fun. I’m doing her a favor by inviting her."

"From what I’ve seen in the amulet, most of Fluttershy’s “fun” is spent with her head wedged between some mare’s thighs, with you cheering her on. Is that the kind of fun an emotionally wounded pony needs to be having?”

Rainbow's eyes got very wide. "Oh, yes, I know what goes on at the sleepovers." I waved the amulet in front of her. "And I know what Fluttershy does at the sleepovers, and how many times she does it, and who she does it to. And I also know," I got down in her face, "the reason she does it. She does it for friendship, Rainbow." I poked her in the forehead for emphasis. "Your friendship, Rainbow." I poked her again, harder. She winced. "Friendship is supposed to be important to you ponies. Right?”

"Me, I'm an asshole. Everybody knows I'm an asshole so they don't get their feelings hurt when I treat them like shit."

I let my expression soften. "But Fluttershy is a gentle soul that needs friends. So when you say you're her friend, she wants to believe you. And if you ask, she'll do anything for you to keep you her friend. You've been abusing your little friend-slave for so long that neither of you recognize it anymore. You've become an asshole without knowing it, Rainbow, so I’m going to show you."

I held out the necklace in front of her muzzle. "Get that thing away from me," she said.

I slipped the chain over her head and she snapped at me, but the frame held her just out of reach. I gave her a stinging slap across the face. "You try that again and you’ll spend your next life wearing fucking polka dots, you hear me?"

I slid the necklace the rest of the way down her neck and turned the amulet to "play".

Rainbow froze, and her eyes became unfocused. As long as the necklace hung around her neck, every moment of that soul-crushing night would play again and again. With no way to escape, Rainbow was forced to watch, and relive, every minute of pain and abuse and rejection that was Fluttershy's life.

A tear trickled down Rainbow Dash's cheek.

I smiled, and started scrubbing the other flank. The water in the bucket was getting pretty blue. Time to change it.

************

The cartoon sun blinded me as I stepped out of the portal. High grass reached up to my knees as I dragged my trunks out of the opening. I didn’t want to think about what might happen if the portal closed before I could get everything out.

The last time I was here, Twilight Sparkle and I had a once-in-a-lifetime "hookup". I had found a long-lost magical necklace in the basement of the castle. The magic books said it was netherstone, a rare, dangerous gem which absorbed a pony’s magical and life energy when worn around the neck.

It's perverted as hell, but these uber-cute cartoon ponies with their little noses, big anime eyes and even bigger, rounded, fuckable pony asses were adorably hot. I arranged a secret rendezvous with Twilight far from the crowded city. There I presented her the necklace, and after her strength ebbed I gave her a skull-fucking neither of us would forget. I took the necklace with me when I went home, just in case I ever had chance to give another pony a "special gift." I left Twilight and her sperm-drooling lips lying in a field, unconscious, but I figured with the necklace removed she would recover. I was, after all, a rapist, not a murderer.

I had set up camp and was cautiously exploring when I came across a small house just off the road. Above it hung a worn sign reading “Trixellina, Master Magician, Weaver of Spells and Incantations, Thaumaturgistical Scholar, Enchanter of Wards for Health, Love, Safety.” The print got a bit small at the end. I knocked on the door and it opened revealing a blue mare garbed in a cape and wizard’s hat. Once she got over the shock of seeing a human, I invited myself in for a long talk with a very interesting pony.

The former traveling-circus con-artist brought me up to speed on the Twilight situation. Rainbow Dash had found the catatonic mare wandering aimlessly after our fantastic, forced, face-fuck. The Princess made up some bullshit story about how Twilight had saved Equestria from an evil unicorn pony but had suffered a terrible magical wound and had been sent to another kingdom that had wizards who could cure her. It sounded like Princess Celestia opted for a cover up. But happy, happy pony land was so happy, happy that everypony got over it in a month or so, and nopony was suspicious when she never came back.

I looked through the few baubles she had for sale, and something called a memory amulet caught my eye. Trixie explained that it recorded the thoughts and feelings of the wearer. There was a record setting and a play setting, and you could even fast forward as the images appeared in your mind. It was pretty expensive, and all I had to barter with was the netherstone necklace I had used on Twilight. It was obvious that she knew exactly what it was as I pulled it from my pocket. Her poker face fell, and her eyes narrowed to that dangerous, hungry look usually reserved for crack addicts and coupon shoppers.

Without taking her gaze off my necklace, she said in a forced, non-chalant way. "So what do you say, even trade?"

Time spent haggling was time spent not screwing ponies, so I agreed. "Sold!" She snatched the netherstone necklace from my hand.

Immediately she planted her muzzle in my back and shoved me out the door. "Store Closed. All sales final! Have a nice day!" she barked out even before I hit the ground. I opened my fist to confirm that I still had the memory amulet, just as the front door was slammed shut.

With Twilight out of the picture I was free to move about the countryside. My goal, as always, was to score some soft, rounded pony ass and then get back to the portal. But who would be my next victim?

Last time I was here, one evening I noticed about half the mares in town were absent. Pinkie Pie told me that most of them were at a sleepover at Rainbow Dash’s. I pressed Pinkie for more details, and although she was completely oblivious to the obvious, there was a little female pony fun festival going on. Unfortunately I had to leave Equestria last time before I could investigate. But I was back, and with the help of my new magical toy, I could discover what kind of pony perversions went on behind closed stable doors. All I needed was a way to get the amulet into the party. It seemed that Fluttershy was Rainbow’s best friend, so she was the place to start.

I wandered into town, attracting quite a crowd as I’d expected.

It was fun being the center of attention. Half the ponies in town came to see me holding court at the fountain. As I was chatting up everypony in town, I spotted Fluttershy at the far edge of the group. I answered about five more minutes of "Are there girl humans?" and "Why do you wear clothes?" "Do any of your horses fly?" type questions and excused myself. I made my way back to where Fluttershy was standing and said in my friendliest, quietest, least intimidating voice "Hi, Flutter..." and before I could finish she bolted behind the nearest tree.

I coaxed her out and we talked for a while. She was appalled to learn I was sleeping in the forest and said I should stay at her home for as long I needed. That evening she showed me around her house and where everything was. I asked "Aren't you going to bed now?"

She let out a little sigh. "No,” she said, trying to force enthusiasm. “I'm going to a party."

For what I suspected was a pony orgy, she didn't seem very excited. "Wow. Is it at Pinkies?"

"No," she said in a quiet voice, "it's at Rainbow's house. Please don't wait up for me. You are my guest, please sleep on the bed. The rug is very comfortable; I've slept on it many times."

"Wait, Fluttershy. I am so grateful for your generosity and kindness." I pulled the enchanted necklace out of my pocket and held it up to the light. "I would like to loan you, just for tonight, this necklace so you will look extra pretty at the party." I turned the gem to 'record mode' and placed it around her neck.

Tears began streaming down her cheeks. "I would very much like to look pretty for the party." She rubbed her muzzle against me in the pony version of a hug and headed out the door.

Maybe I could make Fluttershy my next victim, I thought, but not until I had a chance to see the home movie of what went on at those sleepovers. I kept imagining her and the other mares taking turns licking each other, playing spanking games, and using carrots as strap-ons. I got so hot thinking about it I had to jerk off, shooting thick globs of cum all over Fluttershy's pillows. I hoped she wouldn’t mind.

I was half asleep when I heard the door open and close quietly. I guessed it was probably seven or eight o'clock in the morning. She curled up on the rug and softly cried herself to sleep. I'm guessing the party didn't go too well. Later that day I asked for the necklace back, and waited until she left the house on some errands. I got myself comfortable on the bed, pulled broncobuster out of his holster, and turned the amulet from record to play...

At first the amulet replayed flashes of me giving her the amulet and I felt her happiness and friendship. And then she was walking over to Rainbow’s and I felt a heart-crushing dread. I fast forwarded to the sleepover. And there was a whole room of mares, all in their party clothes. And then there was a suffocating wave of anxiety as they all looked at her as she entered the room. And then she was talking to Carrot Top. And then Carrot Top put a hoof on her head, and then she was between Carrot Top's legs. And then there was a sadness so deep and crushing I almost cried out. And then her face was wet and sticky and Carrot Top smiled at her. And then there was another mare but now two hooves were forcing her down roughly. And then there was Rainbow and she almost said hi. And then there was warmth and the smell of more sex, and then through the night there were more mares and more hooves and more of the smell of sex.

I fast forwarded to a view of sleeping ponies everywhere. It looked like a frathouse after an all-night kegger. And Fluttershy felt so tired and sad.

And then Shutterfly was in Rainbow's bedroom and there was joyweed on the bed and a stoned Rainbow was slowly rubbing herself. And then Fluttershy felt happy. And then Fluttershy was in the bed and then Rainbow gave the yellow pony a wet sloppy tongue kiss. And then Fluttershy returned the kiss with genuine affection.

And then Fluttershy was between her friend's blue legs. And then Rainbow's voice became scary and rough. And then Fluttershy's pink mane was pulled, hard, smashing the yellow face against the blue cunt. And then Fluttershy was scared because she was too close to lick it the way she had been taught and Rainbow might not be happy.

And then Rainbow arched her back and moaned and released her mane. And then Fluttershy was happy that she had made her best friend happy. And then Rainbow grabbed a hoofful of joyweed and offered it to Fluttershy and Fluttershy shook her head and Rainbow packed it into her cheek. And then Rainbow was saying You're the best. And Fluttershy’s heart leapt and her eyes smiled at the reassurance that her friend still liked her. And then Rainbow saw Fluttershy’s expression, and quickly added I mean you're a good friend, and you sure know how to please a pony. And then Rainbow grabbed a towel and started wiping off. And then Fluttershy was filled with anticipation and fear as she cautiously crept up the bed until she was next to Rainbow. And then Rainbow fell to sleep and Fluttershy drifted off, feeling safe and loved. And then it was a few hours later and it was morning and Rainbow was thanking her for coming to the party and being a good sport and being nice to all her friends and invited her to the next one. And then Rainbow disappeared into the bathroom and Fluttershy walked out the front door and got three houses down the street before she started crying.

*****************

"C'mon, slowpoke!" I urged. The bleary-eyed, hungover, blue pegasus pony fluttered along behind me.

"Are we there yet? I need a rest."

"The mighty Rainbow Dash tired? What would the Wonderbolts think?" I goaded her.

We finally got to my camp at the edge of the forest. I had purposefully set it up far from town and my heart was pounding and my legs ached. Trying to keep up with a flying pony was a lot of work. "Well, where is your flying machine?" she asked, looking around. Out of breath I motioned in the direction of the frame I had built, ropes dangling from it in various places. "This flies?" she said incredulously?

"Well, almost; I've still got a little work to do on it."

Rainbow buzzed around it. "A little? I don't see how this could get off the ground!” She buzzed around it a couple more times. “I thought you said your machines didn’t use magic.”

I plopped down on a log, half because I was tired and half because I needed Rainbow to sit down for the next part of the plan. I poured us both some apple juice from my canteen, topped our cups off with whisky from my hip flask. Hers had a lot more "topping off" than mine did.

She stuck her muzzle into the cup and took a sniff. She jerked it away from her nose, a grimace on her face."What is it? It smells funny."

"This is a special courage potion. All the flyers in my world drink it to show how brave they are. It also helps them fly higher and faster."

"But I thought you said you needed machines to fly."

I ignored her and took the cup back. "But I'm not sure it would be safe for a little pegasus like you. Now if you were as big as the mighty Wonderbolts..."

Rainbow snatched the cup out of my hand and swallowed the whole contents in three gulps. "Fuck the Wonderbolts. Fuck 'em all." Always courteous, I refilled her cup with more courage potion.

We sat and stared at the clouds. I had a pleasant little buzz, and it was fun watching Rainbow try to appear cool and at the same time not fall off the log. I figured another five minutes and she’d be out cold.

"You know, Rainbow, I know some things about you. For example, I know you're not a very nice person,” I paused waiting for the insult to permeate the scotch whiskey fog. “Most of the people in the town say you used to be nice, but now you’re a jerk. They don’t bother inviting you to their parties.”

She finally realized what I was saying. “Wha?” she slurred. “Fuck’em I got my own parties. Don’t need 'em…”

I was getting a little impatient. I pointed up at the sky. “Hey Rainbow, are those the Wonderbolts?” She turned to look and I gave her a shove. She toppled off the log and was out like a light.

******

"What are you going to do to me?" asked the now gleaming-white Rainbow. The physical transformation was complete. If I wanted to crush Rainbow’s spirit, to make her suffer for torturing poor Fluttershy, this was the last chance before I wiped her memory.

“I think you know what this perverted pony-fucking human is going to do to you." I walked along the length of my captive, dragging my fingernail along her side, causing her to wince and yelp as I scraped the tender flesh of her emerging snow-white coat. I caressed the gorgeous white round rump that I had so carefully redecorated. "You really are pretty for a butch dyke asshole pony, you know that?" I cooed. I grabbed her angrily swishing tail and held it up, exposing the soft pony bits beneath. I moved in close and took a deep sniff; pure pony assaulted my nostrils.

"I'm sure you're scared right now, Rainbow. You all are before it starts. And during it you'll be terrified. But I promise it will only be as long as I need it to be, and then we can part company." I slipped out of my pants and broncobuster sprang to attention. "Don't worry, though; in a couple of hours this pony-rape and all the other bad things in your life will be wiped from your memory.”

I pushed my enlarged dick against her brown rosebud and wiggled it around. The tip of my cock was still dry, and my piss hole opened and closed as it was dragged across each ridge of her sphincter. Normally, I don't use lubricant when I'm sodomizing my partner. I want them to experience every agonizing second as their anus surrenders to my attack. But this sweet pony ass was too tender for an all-out assault, and going in without some kind of lubrication would rip out her asshole and half of her rectum.

I spread her white cheeks wide and spit a big wad into her ass crack. "What are you doing?" Rainbow shrieked in surprise.

"I am being a gentleman, my dear mare. Gentlemen always lubricate an asshole before they violate it; you’re lucky I’m feeling like a gentleman today." I grabbed broncobuster and rubbed him up and down her white valley, making her butthole wet and shiny.

"No! What are you doing back there? Stop playing with my butt!" she said frantically. She pulled and twisted against the ropes but she and her beautiful pony ass weren't going to escape me. I pushed against her, trying to widen the doorway to my happy dreams. Her anus was being a stubborn little bitch, just like her.

"C'mon, Rainbow, just loosen up a little for your friend."

"No! Stop! It hurts! Stop Stop!" screamed Rainbow.

"Rainbow, calm down. It may feel like it, but I am not trying to kill you." I pushed a little harder and she winced. "This is something big girls do for fun in the human world." Mostly true, I told myself, but in the human world the big girls only do it if you pay them four-fifty in cash, plus another hundred for the motel room. "So you should be proud that you are the first pony in all of Equestria to get fucked up the ass. Trust me, when word of this gets around you will be very popular with the stallions!"

I needed her to relax. "Rainbow, just pretend you're taking a nice quiet poop in the woods. There's nopony around; you're just squatting and taking a nice little pony poop. Just think about opening up for that poop." I watched her asshole spasm as she tried to relax her sphincter. I pressed the swollen head against her brown star, and gently pushed but her anus stayed clenched tight. "The sooner you loosen up the sooner we can get this over with. C'mon, think about that nice relaxing pony poop in the woods." After about a minute of wiggling I felt her butt cheeks loosen and my cock slid inside, burying itself deep in the ass of a blue cartoon pony.

She howled in pain.

Now that my man-meat was finally stuffed in Rainbow’s poop-hole, I could get down to serious fudge packing. I fucked her hindquarters hard, again and again. Ass sex is too primal, too violent for me to last long. I pounded against her, each lunge throwing her against the frame she was bound to. I fucked her pony asshole like I have never fucked a human's before or since. I was only at it a couple of minutes before the first warning message from my dick arrived, signaling things were moving faster than I had wanted. Shit. Yes, I wish it could have gone on forever, but I could count the whole adventure a success having planted my dick in the ass of a talking pony.

The second warning message was my balls tightening and my cockknob swelling in anticipation of release. I switched to fast, shallow fuckstrokes, trying to get as many in as possible in the seconds left. I held her haunches in a vise-like grip as I jack-hammered her asshole. This was the home stretch of a race I would never be able to run again.

Finally I felt the boiling sensation as my sperm geyser erupted. I buried my cock deep into her bowels, and it vomited load after load of human cum up her pony ass. Like some great anal artist I swiveled my hips, painting the inside of her rectum with my seed. Blast after blast cascaded into her. She moaned in pain as I continued my little thrustings, trying to pack as much of my semen inside her as possible. The herbal supplements I had been taking were definitely working, as there seemed to be no end to the hot goo that was pouring forth from my balls. Again and again Rainbow howled in pain, and I answered each cry by grinding my cock root harder against her raw, swollen anus.

I love these little ponies. They are so innocent and gullible, and when they cry they mean it from the heart. They have never known pain or betrayal until I force my cock into one of their tight horsey-holes. The first time is the most delicious, when you stand over them and see the terror in their huge, soft anime eyes. I wasn't sure whether I liked the experience more or less because this bitch deserved it.

I felt my balls dump the last of their thick cream into her polluted bowels. Unlike my four hundred and fifty dollar 'big girl,' this one didn't give herself an enema before we got down to business. I pulled out and looked at my dick, streaked with brown bowel pudding. Yuk. The fact that I was off-put by the messiness told me that I was out of practice and I needed to have ass sex more regularly. I left Rainbow sobbing while I went to wash off.

*************

I started down the back side of the ridge, muddy and bough-strewn from last night’s heavy thunderstorm. Several times a week I snuck into town to buy supplies, and then had to drag a burlap sack three miles back to camp. Rainbow was almost finished, so this would be last load I would have to haul through the cartoon forest. Hallelujah.

I didn't want to leave Rainbow alone before her transformation was complete, but the work went longer than I had planned and our growling bellies necessitated this last run into town. I as waited out last night's rain inside an abandoned barn, I marveled at the job I had done: the blue bitch was now a gleaming white pegasus pony, not a hint of the pony she used to be. To complete the transformation I had given her the first dose of the amnesia potion Zecora had showed me how to make. By the end of that day she had already forgotten her name and her career as a flyer. The next dose would make her mind an empty vessel, ready to be filled with my own emotionally-twisted, morally-corrupt version of the perfect pony.

When I rounded the bend, I froze: she was gone. In the previous night's storm a big pine tree had blown over. It just missed killing Rainbow outright, but the heavy boughs had destroyed the frame Rainbow was lashed to. I frantically searched through scattered equipment and bits of splintered wood, but it was obvious she was gone. I panicked, running around the camp and forest yelling her name. I climbed to the top of the cliff and spotted muddy hoof prints that stopped, or rather didn’t stop, at the ledge. The storm was still visible off in the distance. I carefully looked down the sheer drop. No dead pony. That could only mean that in her weakened, addled state she had managed to fly out of here.

Shit.

She would soon discover the special parting gift I had left her, or rather taken from her. Memory or not, her uncanny flying ability would be sure to attract attention. To ensure the total destruction of the monster known as Rainbow, I had made a series of tiny incisions into her wing joint while she was passed out. The resulting scar tissue would make any fast or long distance flying very painful, so her days as an acrobatic aerial speedster were over.

Although she had escaped, I knew she wouldn’t get far. With her memory gone, she wouldn't know which direction to go. And if any of the old, stubborn Rainbow was left, she wouldn't rest for a minute, just going and going until every last bit of energy was gone, eventually blacking out from exhaustion and then plummeting to the ground. Somewhere out there was a small crater surrounded by white feathers and pony entrails.

What a fucking waste.

Worst of all, I hadn't finished the mental conditioning. I had planned all kind of delicious manias and phobias and compulsions and fetishes for my creation. My favorite was to be a mental block that wouldn’t let her orgasm unless three or more stallions were watching. I had erased all memories of her past, her friends, and even me (luckily), but I been robbed of the chance to give her a whole new personality. That was something truly evil that I had been looking forward to.

There was no reason to stay any longer, and since I couldn’t be absolutely sure that she wasn’t dead, it seemed like a double good time to leave. I began picking up all of my equipment, not wanting to leave a mess behind. I may be a pony pervert, but I'm not a litterer.

A Butterfly Set Free

I lifted her tail and inhaled. It smelled faintly of clover and spring flowers, with just a hint of cartoon pony shit.

Ahhh, heaven.

Standing behind the firm, yellow globes of her ass, I caressed the large fleshy folds of her labia. She squirmed unappreciatively in protest. Bent over the large log, legs bound together, Fluttershy had no choice but to submit to my affections. Her soft, puffy pussy lips kissed my fingers as they danced around her cunt mound. Every so often I would skip a step, lightly brushing an errant digit across her pony clit. As I grew bolder, I slid a finger inside of her and she jumped. "Please... friend, don't do that, please." I had a pussy-shy pony on my hands; how cute. She wiggled her hips, trying to dislodge the invading digit.

"You said you were my friend," she pleaded. "You are scaring me and hurting... unghhh!" She grunted as I forced a second digit into her dry hole. I shouldn't have been surprised at the lack of moisture; forced sex does not usually make a female moist with desire.

"No, no Fluttershy,” I argued. “You've got it all wrong. I am your friend! Where I come from fucking ponies over a log is a very special friend thing. It's a way of saying hello in every language..." I wiggled my buried fingers in a “special-friendly” manner.

"Please let me go. Please let me go. I don’t want to do this," she was bawling now. "I just want you to stop touching me and I want to go home."

I rubbed my cock up and down her slit, but the two dry surfaces chafed against each other. Broncobuster wouldn't last more than thirty seconds in there without some kind of lubrication. My gaze fell on the half-empty jar of appleberry jam in the middle of the picnic blanket. I grabbed the container and positioned myself behind her. I scooped up a big blob and pressed it against her cunt hole. "AAAAHHH!" she screamed. "What are you doing?" I rotated my hand and pushed, forcing two fingers and a good-sized dollop of jam deep into her. I worked my digits back and forth to be sure it was evenly spread. I repeated the lubricating process until the container was empty.

“But you said you were my friend,” she sobbed. "This is not a friend thing. It hurts."

"Oh, but you're wrong, Fluttershy. This is just a different kind of friendship. It's the same kind of friendship that Rainbow Dash and all the other mares taught you. I'm helping you recognize it." I licked the excess jam off my fingers; anything made of apples in this world was absolutely delicious, doubly so if it came out of Applejack's kitchen, and triply so if it carried the aroma of pony pussy.

While admiring my handiwork I noticed a glob of jam adhered to one of her pussy lips. Instinctively I leaned forward and licked it off. This close to her sex, the smell of female pony was overpowering. Sweet apples, Fluttershy's fragrance, and the tart taste of her pussy juices blended together to form an irresistible aphrodisiac. I began slurping up errant dollops all over her labia, and when my tongue had polished her outer edges clean, I pushed inward. I slathered my tongue around her love tunnel, being careful not to disturb any of the jam that was positioned to serve as lubricant for later. I put my hands on her firm yellow ass cheeks and pulled them apart, burying my face and tongue even deeper into her cleft. I sought out the last droplets of the sweet, sticky goo that would allow us to consummate our friendship.

I was wild with lust.

With a great effort of will I extricated myself from her pussy, my lips and nose smeared with Fluttershy-scented appleberry jam. I stepped onto the log I had strategically placed behind her and lined broncobuster up with her fruit-lubricated cunt. I leaned forward, pushing just my engorged head into her tight twat. I held it there for a few seconds and took a deep breath.

And then I fucked the living shit out of that pony.

I slammed away at her so many times and so hard I thought I would break her hips. I wound my fingers into that long pink hair and used it to pull myself deeper into her. Every once in a while I changed the rhythm, just to remind her that it was me back there, not some jackhammer. Her haunches were nicely padded so it was a pleasant ride as I see-sawed in and out of her.

I realized that I hadn't considered the big finish. Should I pull out and spray her pussy lips with my seed, or should I bury it deep and fill her womb with man-cum? I could surprise her with a switcheroo, yanking broncobuster out of her pussy and slamming it deep into her tight ass, but I'd already blown a load up Rainbow's bowels, so I didn't want to repeat myself. Cumming down Fluttershy’s throat would be a repeat of the face-fucking I gave bookworm Twilight Sparkle, so that was out, too.

I settled on the internal shot, so I wouldn't have to change orifices or worry about pulling out at the last minute. To increase her torment, I decided to share with her the events coming up.

"Now Fluttershy, in a couple of minutes I'm going to start breathing heavy and I'll start pounding faster. This means I'm getting ready to cum." I peered over her ass cheeks to see if she was listening, but all I could see were her eyes clamped shut and a grimace on her tear-streaked face.

I slapped her ass. "Hey sweet cheeks," I admonished her. "Stay awake. This is the best part. When my balls are ready to explode I'm going to grab your big pony hips and force myself as deep as possible into your horsey hole. You’ll feel my cock swell as pumps load after load of hot, thick cream deep inside you. As tight as you are, and as big as I am, it will completely fill your vagina and leak outside. I'm hoping that there might be enough jizz stored up in these balls to force my semen through your cervix into your baby bucket. Fantasizing that I am polluting every inch of your reproductive system will probably get an extra squirt or two out of me. Who knows? We might make the first baby centaur in Equestria."

I slid into an easy rhythm, keeping my sperm sack at a slow simmer, careful not to boil over into her pussy. I needed complete control over my cock; I wanted to make this moment last as long as I could. Fucking a beautiful yellow pony's cunt in a magical pony land was a once in a lifetime experience; it would be a crime to blast her horsey womb full of thick, sticky man-cum before the absolute last moment.

*************

I stepped out of the portal and immediately sank ankle deep in mud. “What the fuck?” I exclaimed. I couldn't remember it ever raining like this in Equestria. In my two previous trips there had been a few isolated showers here and there, but for the most part the Pegasus ponies kept the skies bright and sunny year round. As my socks began to moisten, I suspected that the disappearance of a certain blue pony might have had something to do with the crappy weather.

My first visit here was accidental, so I spent most of my time learning about Equestria and the world of brightly colored, magical ponies. I got to know Twilight Sparkle especially well, and I discovered that bookish mares don't react well to vigorous throat rape. Luckily she was almost catatonic when they found her later, so our little involuntary rendezvous was a kept secret.

By my second (previous) visit, however, I had a plan. From the first visit I remembered Pinkie Pie talking about how she always made lots of cakes for Rainbow Dash's “sleepovers”, but she never got invited, even though most of the other mares in Ponyville were invited and that was kind of rude, because Rainbow always invited Fluttershy and she doesn't even bake cookies. It didn't take more than a few questions, and Pinkie's long-winded, spastic answers to realize that Ms. Dash was regularly hosting bring-your-own-dildo parties. Pinkie was completely clueless, but my prurient nature absolutely had to know what went on at those sleepovers. The thought of a herd of horny mares spending a whole night licking and probing each other made broncobuster stand up and demand attention.

I needed more intel, and Fluttershy was my girl.

By way of the great and powerful has-been Trixie I had scored a magical necklace, a memory amulet. My plan, which I executed flawlessly, was to seek out Fluttershy and get myself invited to stay at her place until the next sleepover. I couldn’t believe my luck when I discovered that I had arrived on a sleepover night. I made a big production of loaning Fluttershy the necklace so she could look extra pretty to the party. I planned to reclaim it later and whack off to a couple hours of magically-recorded mare-on-mare muff-munching.

A little before dawn the door opened and Fluttershy came in quietly. She took off the necklace and set it on the dresser, and curled up on the rug in the corner. She let out a long, weary sigh and cried herself to sleep. This was not the reaction I expected from a mare who had just returned from a night-long orgy. Exhaustion, maybe, but not grief. The next morning Fluttershy went out to run some errands. I liberated the necklace from the dresser, hung it around my neck, and slid back into bed. I wrapped my fist around 'broncobuster' and turned the amulet to ‘play’ mode.

Broncobuster wilted.

I had never met any creature, in Equestria or the real world, so utterly consumed by depression, worthlessness, and self-loathing as her. Through the amulet I could feel her complete isolation; she saw nopony as her friend, except Rainbow, who coerced her into coming to the sleepovers. Rainbow's little puppy, Fluttershy, would do anything to please her, which always meant muff-diving on the other mares. The amulet showed Fluttershy licking party guest after party guest, their pony-pussy juices smeared over her face, while 'friend' Rainbow stood by and offered encouragement. And with each guest she became sadder and sadder. When she could, she would sneak away to the bathstall, where she would take a pee and have a little cry before returning to her role as unwilling party slut.

After all the guests had passed out, Fluttershy would search out Rainbow, and service her, too. Rainbow was different, though, and I could feel Fluttershy's tongue tenderly licking and probing, trying to give her only friend the most pleasure possible. Rainbow would never return the favor, but after her blue friend had passed out from too much partying, Fluttershy would snuggle into her, gently pulling one of Rainbow's wings around herself, and drift off to sleep, dreaming that there was somepony who cared about her. Of course in the morning Rainbow would find some reason to kick Fluttershy out of her bed, and send her on her way. Fluttershy would trudge home, the illusion of trust and friendship shattered like it had been so many times before.

Rainbow had turned a real friendship into a physically and emotionally abusive nightmare for Fluttershy. The blue bitch exploited every weakness of this weak-willed and vulnerable pony. A creature full of love had willingly degraded herself into a sex-toy in order to win the affection of just one friend.

I decided a creature that evil was definitely worthy of my attention. It would be more fun to start on a pony with some spirit, so had dedicated my previous trip to helping Rainbow fully appreciate how it felt to be psychologically and sexually tortured. I saw fun times ahead.

Later I kidnapped Rainbow and tied her up in the middle of the forest. I told her that she had become an evil person but I could give her a fresh start, one that would take her out of Fluttershy’s life forever. I worked pigment into her coat and mane, turning her a beautiful white. I also shaved off her signature cutie mark so she wouldn’t be recognized. Of course, it just wouldn’t be a trip to magic pony land if I didn’t force myself on least one mare or filly. I took advantage of Rainbow’s bondage to experiment with anthro-equine anal eroticism. It was pony-tight and pony-sweet, and definitely the most memorable non-consensual erotic encounter I would have in this pony world. Shortly thereafter I brewed up an amnesia potion and fed it to her. Her mind became as blank as her snowy coat. But before I could implant her with new memories, she broke her restraints and flew away. I have no idea if she crashed and died, or crashed and was rescued. I was pretty sure that with her makeover and amnesia that there was no way they could connect her to me.

But that was the past. Now, I had to get my stuff unloaded before the portal shut. One by one I dragged the heavy trunks trough the shining doorway and out into the mud. The ground was so slippery that I didn’t even try to organize them. Cold and wet, I waited in a nearby cave until the rain let up.

***********

I lured Fluttershy away from Ponyville with a half-truth. I told her that I wanted to celebrate the beautiful weather by having a special “best friends” picnic out in the countryside, without her animal friends. I had picked a beautiful location, in a meadow near a stand of trees, but far, far away from the town and any prying eyes. I told the truth when I said I wanted to do something very special out here, but it didn’t involve picnicking and it most certainly didn’t involve being friendly.

While I unpacked the picnic basket, my victim-in-waiting trotted over to a cherry tree and picked some blossoms. Fluttershy's long, straight pink mane flowed down her neck, spilling off her back in a cascade of pale rose. And just my luck, that gorgeous creamy-yellow rump was pointed right in my direction. It was a thing of beauty: round and soft and sporting her trademark butterfly cutie mark. Broncobuster was begging to come out and play. I told him to shut up and bide his time.

Fluttershy arranged the blossoms on the blanket and sat down. In casual conversation I brought up the subject of Rainbow. My plan was to bring Rainbow back, figuratively, into Fluttershy's life.

Although she didn't want to talk about it at first, she eventually opened up. A week after the party she went to Rainbow's with a basket of cookies. Nopony answered the door, and it was obvious Rainbow hadn't been there in days. She asked all over town, but always met with the same "I haven't seen her and I don't care if she never comes back." Fluttershy flew over the countryside calling Rainbow's name without success, and by the end of the day, the yellow pony was exhausted, scared, and felt totally alone. She kept the same routine for weeks, even once discovering the place where I had held her, but it just looked like a pile of junk, and nopony could be bothered to travel all the way out there on Rainbow's sake. And Rainbow hadn't been seen since.

Naturally, Fluttershy blamed herself for driving Rainbow off, dredging up some minor tiff that happened so long ago that only a pathetically insecure pony like her would remember. Instead of reassuring my insecure yellow friend, however, I had a plan to turn all those insecurities against her. If I did it right, I could get her back into that state of loneliness and guilt that had made her Rainbow’s puppet. With no one to turn to but her new two-legged pal, I could take over Rainbow's role and become her new master. But my methods of control and abuse would be much more creative.

"What will you do now that she's gone?" I asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I mean now that you're not spending all your time at the sleepovers, won't you start spending time with your other friends?

"I don't have many friends," she said, dropping her head. "Rainbow was my only friend."

I saw her bottom lip quiver, and a big tear caress that soft yellow cheek of hers. She didn't answer and I let her ruminate on that one for a minute, then I tried a different approach.

"Do you think that Rainbow has new friends now? Do you think she's forgotten about Ponyville, and you?"

"What?" She looked up at me with concern that turned into fright.

"Well, I guess I mean that Rainbow is pretty popular, and I'm sure there are a lot of ponies wherever she is, who want to be her friend. And since a pony only has so much friend time, she might want to spend all her time with them, now."

"No, she would never do that. She would never forget about me. I am and will always be her best friend and she knows that." Fluttershy was starting to panic.

"I'm sure you're right. Even if she was surrounded by a hundred good-looking ponies who loved animals and were quiet and polite she would never forget her soul mate Fluttershy." Now Fluttershy was panicking. It was time to drop the big one.

"Of course, for all we know, she might dead," I threw out, casually.

"Dead!?! No, Rainbow can't be dead!" Fluttershy became so agitated that she lifted off the picnic blanket. "She is my best friend and I want her to come back!" By now she was so distraught that she couldn't hover in place and was flitting anxiously back and forth overhead. "I need her to come back. I need to see her. I need, I need" her voice trailed off as she struggled to say the words she felt in her heart. "I need Rainbow to hold me again," she admitted in a soft, barely audible voice.

I gently grabbed a hoof sailing above me and pulled her back down on the blanket. "Whoa, little pony," I said to calm her. "I’m sure Rainbow’s perfectly fine, munching grass in a field somewhere. We've just got to wait for her to come back." Fluttershy sat staring at her hooves, just as not-reassured as I had hoped.

After a few minutes she gave a heart-heavy sigh and admitted to herself "I'm so lonely without her."

"I can tell, Fluttershy. It sounds every friend you’ve ever had has left you." Insert knife.

Fluttershy slumped over.

"Even your only friend deserted you without so much as a goodbye." Twist knife.

A silent rain of tears fell on the picnic blanket.

I let her cry herself out, occasionally patting her neck for comfort. This was half out of genuine sympathy, as I hate to see a woman cry if it's not directly caused by me, and half out of annoyance, since this star-crossed seduction wasn't going anywhere until she pulled herself together. I gave her a good-natured noogie to get her attention; it was time to move a step closer to scoring some soft, rounded pony pussy.

"Fluttershy, when I hear you talk about Rainbow I can tell that you are an exceptionally caring and sensitive pony."

She looked up at me through her big, sad, teary eyes, "I am?"

“Yes you are. And I have decided," I paused for dramatic emphasis, "that more than any of the other ponies, I want to play the special friend game with you." I paused; the next move was hers.

"Special friend game?” Intrigued, she wiped the tears out of her eyes. “What's that?"

"It is a special game that only the very best friends play on my world. When we play it we're gentle and quiet and we make a rule that best friends never get angry or make anybody do anything they don’t want to do. Would you play it with me and become my special friend?"

Fluttershy’s head bobbed head up and down so fast I thought her mane would fall off. She wiped the tears out of her eyes and stood up. "I would love to be your special friend and I really, really want to learn your special friend game."

I smiled and gave her a big super friend bear hug. I rolled my eyes; if I didn't get my dick in her soon I was going to blow chunks of big super friend happy-joy all over her and anything in a ten-foot radius.

"Great! Now here's how you play the special friend game," I began. "First you need to lean against something sturdy, like that log.” I led her over to a downed tree trunk I had picked out days earlier. “Now hold your front legs out in front of you. These two hooves or hands, coming together represent the two friends." I pulled the rope out of my satchel and tied her hooves together tight, eliciting a quiet whimper. "Sorry, friend" I chuckled, becoming more emboldened with every passing moment. I let the other end of the rope, about twenty feet, spool out on to the ground. “The rope shows that the friends are bound together for life." "And lastly the rock," I picked up an unremarkable piece of stone about the size of a softball and set it in her bound hooves. “The rock represents the friendship at the center of it all."

"That is so beautiful," she whispered in her annoyingly quiet voice.

“And finally we do the special friend count to one hundred to make it official.”

While she was watching my every move, I suddenly began waving my hands dismissively. “Nope, it’s not going to work, Fluttershy,” I apologized sadly as I pretended to start to untie her wrists.

“What's wrong?” she gasped.

“I just realized that we can’t play the game because we’re not even. You’re a strong-winged Pegasus pony with four legs, and I’m only a weak human with two legs; you can hold the friendship rock much harder than I can.”

“No!” she begged. The thought of losing another friend put her in a panic. “There must be a way. I have to play the special friend game with you!” Her eyes darted between my face, my two legs, her bound hooves, the rock, and then a miracle happened.

“Wait. If you tie my back legs together then I will have two legs like you and we will be even. We can play the special friend game!”

My mouth hung open. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that Fluttershy would trot right into my trap. “Umm, yea,” I stumbled, at a loss for words. “That’s a great idea.” I pulled the other piece of rope out of my satchel and tied her back legs together. Without asking, I quickly wrapped a piece of rope twice around her midsection, pressing her wings to her body. Fluttershy was completely oblivious that she was minutes away from being the star attraction in my own personal interspecies BDSM rodeo.

She looked around uncomfortably. "I don't like the way my wings feel," she stated, worriedly. "Maybe you should take it off."

"Don't you trust your friend? Don’t you want to play the special friend game?" I asked, disappointed.

She dropped her head and looked away. "Go ahead, friend" she said in a Fluttershy whisper.

"Great!" I exclaimed as I clapped my hands together with malevolent pride. "Now close your eyes and start counting."

"One special friend, two special friend, three special friend…" she began chanting. While she was counting, I tied up a few loose ends, literally. I casually tossed the rope hanging from her front hooves under the log and picked it up on the other side.

"One hundred special friend!" she shouted, a very un-Fluttershy-like thing to do. "I can feel it! I am your special friend!" I braced one leg against the log and pulled the rope with all my might. Her head pitched forward as the rope pulled her front legs down and her body forward. She fought against me, her powerful back lifting her up and taking three feet of rope, and the skin off my hands, with her. For a long minute it was her shrieks pitted against my grunts. But in the end, she was so off balance that she couldn’t hold herself up. The yellow-skinned object of my unnatural desires toppled forward, expelling a loud "oomph" as her chest crashed into the log. I looped the rope around her back legs, effectively hogtieing her over the fallen tree.

"What are you doing? I know this isn’t part of the game! Let me go! This hurts!" She thrashed and bucked but could not free herself. “Please, friend, I don’t like this!”

I sat down on the log, wiping the sweat from my brow and massaging an aching shoulder. I looked over at my bound sex-slave. Her body jerked and shook as she struggled to escape, but I had intentionally high-centered her. The pink-maned pony and her sweet, rounded, yellow ass were hopelessly marooned.

And she was all mine...

**************************

I took a step backward and extracted my cock from our warm, involuntary embrace. There was a loud ‘schlurp’ as my meat abandoned no-longer-sweet Fluttershy's no-longer-private private parts.

Sadly, the pony fuck was over.

Broncobuster was worn out but had performed his duty well. Taking those herbal supplements was a stroke of genius. I knew there was a lot of room up a pony's cunthole, and I needed extra seed to be able to fill this mare's womb to the bursting point. I used the herbs once with a human partner and shot a wad so enormous I thought her uterus would explode. It looks like they worked as advertised.

In front of me, Fluttershy's glistening orifice leaked rivulets of man-jizz and pony juice onto the ground for several minutes. At my feet our spent sex fluids, dirt, and forest litter combined to make a slimy pool of nauseatingly polluted fuck-waste. Fluttershy was bawling her head off, a well-deserved release considering the torture she had just survived.

"What did we learn here today?” I asked as used the picnic blanket to wipe the sex slime from my crotch and legs. “Just because somebody says they're your friend doesn't necessarily mean they're your friend. There are real friends out there, but Rainbow and the other party ponies out there are not your friends. All they want is to take advantage of you and use you to get what they want. That’s what Rainbow did. She used you Fluttershy. You need to learn to protect yourself from people like Rainbow.”

“No,” Fluttershy shot back through her tears. “Rainbow was not nice sometimes, but she didn’t use me; she was my friend.”

I let out a sigh. I had a couple of girlfriends in college like her; they're sweet and easy to take advantage of, but once you've convinced them to let you fuck them in the ass or do some other kinky thing that a normal girl wouldn't do, it's time move on.

"Wrong answer, Fluttershy,” I corrected. I slapped her rump for emphasis. “Rainbow was a cunt. You are a sick puppy who spent every waking moment trying to make her happy, and she didn't do jack shit for you. Hell, she wouldn't even go down on you. She stopped being your friend a long time ago."

I reached into my satchel and pulled out the memory amulet I had loaned to Fluttershy on my last visit. I held it up in front of her. "Remember this? It's the pretty necklace I loaned to you the last time I was here. What I didn’t tell you was that this was a magical necklace."

"You see, I learned about the sleepovers the first time I came to Equestria, and I got really curious what lesbian pony fun looked like. This is a memory amulet, and once activated it records everything the wearer sees and feels. I gave it to you on purpose that night, set to record everything you saw or felt at the sleepover. Broncobuster," I patted my crotch "was looking forward to an amulet full of primo pornographic pony pleasures."

"But I remember how unhappy you seemed for someone on the way to a party, and how you cried when you got home. When I looked into the amulet and saw through your eyes, I understood everything. I understood you, and I understood Rainbow, and how she used you as a barrel into which she poured all her self-loathing and misery. She ruined your life and crushed you under her hoof to satisfy her selfish desires. Rainbow hated you, and every good thing that she didn’t have."

“That’s not true,” Fluttershy protested. She shook her head with determination.

“Rainbow made sure every stallion in Ponyville knew all you wanted in life was to lick mares at her sleepovers, she said. Did you notice that after a while the stallions stopped coming by? Rainbow's smear campaign was a success. Pretty soon the stallions stopped making small talk with you in the market, and then avoided you altogether.”

"Rainbow hated you. She was no longer capable of having a real, loving relationship, and she made sure you couldn’t either.”

“No, it was me. I wasn’t taking care of myself,” she rationalized. ”Stallions don’t like mares who aren't pretty.”

“That’s a load of pony crap,” I shot back.

“And what about the mares? Every time you went to a sleepover you prayed that this time they would finally accept you as a friend. You just wanted to share stories, braid manes, gossip about the stallions, and do all the things that mare-friends do. But Rainbow made you out to be such a whore that no self-respecting mare would talk to you outside the sleepover, regardless of how much tongue-loving you shared. Just like with the stallions, she drove everypony out of your life that could make you feel good about yourself.

“Rainbow hated you. She was no longer capable of having real, honest friendships, and she made sure you couldn’t either.”

"It wasn't like that," Fluttershy protested. “Some of them liked me.”

“Who are you kidding? Name any time in the last twenty years you were invited to any party other than Rainbow’s sleepovers.” Fluttershy opened her mouth to speak but then realized the truth and closed it again.

“And Fluttershy was a friend to the animals. You took care of them when they were sick, you took them treats, and you made them feel loved. Rainbow knew what those animals meant to you, and it drove her insane with jealousy. That blue monster kept you busy night and day tending to her so that you had no time for your forest friends. Eventually they gave up on you and left, convinced that you no longer cared about them.

“Rainbow hated you. Just like with the ponies, she couldn’t stand the thought of you being with creatures you could love and who could love you back and made sure you couldn't either.

For the first time, Fluttershy didn’t protest. This was progress.

"And finally, she did the most evil thing any creature in all of Equestria could do to you: she broke up the Mane Six. She manipulated and twisted and turned mare against mare so that nopony would talk to anypony any more. It was Rainbow who drove all your friends away.” I paused for a moment to let that sink in.

She was sobbing again.

“Those mares weren’t just your friends, Fluttershy, they were your family. She destroyed your family. And when that wasn’t enough, she extinguished any spark of happiness that remained in you. She may have gotten herself fucked up with bad friends and joyweed, but it was still her choice to do the things she did.”

“Rainbow hated you, Fluttershy. There is nothing that gave her greater happiness than destroying anything that ever made you happy.”

She cried for a while, and then she sniffed. "You're right."

"Right about what, Fluttershy?" I asked.

"Rainbow made the good things that I had go away.” Then in a more serious tone she continued. "Rainbow did it on purpose. My animals and Rarity and Twilight and Pinkie and Applejack" Then in a even more serious, louder and assertive tone she continued. "She made them all go away because she was mean and selfish. She has not been my friend for a very long time." She paused.

“She said she was my friend, but she really hated me. They all said they were my friend but they all hated me.” At this point her voice had almost degraded into a growl.

"Fluttershy, girl, this pleasure ride with me was just a one-time, opportunistic pony-rape; it was nothing personal. But those mares are just plain evil. They saw what Rainbow was doing to you, and none of them said anything. They were too happy rubbing their cunts in your face to care about your happiness. And when you go back, you will still lick cunts to win their friendship and they will continue to treat you like three week-old ponyshit. And Rainbow will be there, as always, holding your leash, making you destroy yourself for her pleasure.”

She recognized the truth in what I was saying. Huge, wracking sobs came from her down-turned head. For about five minutes I let her tears rain down upon the dirt, forming mud.

Eventually the tears let up. "I hate her," she whispered through gritted teeth. Progress at last!

"What did you say?" I whispered back.

"HATE! HER!" she screamed through her tears. Decades of pain and betrayal and loneliness and humiliation echoed out over the hills.

"Pinkie says good ponies don't hate," she wailed. "But I don't want to be good anymore, and I HATE you and I hate all of the other ponies who made me touch them." She struggled, unkind words foreign to her. "I hate all of the ponies that made me think that I was bad and stupid and ugly and that I didn't deserve to be loved. They said they were my friends but they were just, just," she fought to get it out "bitches."

"Keep going, Fluttershy," as I tried to coax more out of her. "Let it all out. It's okay to hate people who hurt you."

She turned as far as she could to look at me. "And you. You said you were my friend but you lied. You lied to me just like the other ponies who said they were my friends. You are not my friend. Those bitches are not my friends. She lowered and steeled her voice "Fluttershy has no friends. And I don't want to be nice anymore." "I hate all of you but I hate Rainbow most of all," she hissed.

It was time to set off the gamma bomb that would transform Fluttershy into Hulk-ershy.

"Fluttershy, baby," I began tentatively. "What would you say if I told you I knew Rainbow wasn’t dead? That I had actually seen and talked to her since she disappeared?” Although I was lying through my teeth, there was actually a slim chance she might be alive, somewhere, but I had no way to tell for sure. I had to do was sound convincing and get her moving away from me. At this stage in her mental breakdown the more distance between her and me the better. convincing.

She narrowed her eyes and looked at me for a long time without speaking. “Sleepover,” she growled. “I’m gonna invite her for a sleepover."

A half-hour later I was sitting on the log, watching my maniacal masterwork thrash about. I had no idea that force-fucking this submissive wallflower over a log in the forest would be so therapeutic. I glanced at my watch; now was the time to release my little psycho pony upon the world.

"Okay, sweetie, let's go over this one more time," I said as I jumped off the log and looked into her face. "I let you go and tell you where your friend Rainbow Dash is...,"

"That bitch is not my friend! Fluttershy doesn't have any friends!" she spat out before I could finish.

"Let me finish honey," I started again, taken aback at the force of her anger. "I'm going to untie psycho Fluttershy and tell her how to find the blue bitch so Fluttershy can hurt her real bad so that Fluttershy will feel all better." The next sentence I said was the one that was supposed to keep me alive. "In return, Fluttershy promises that she will fly away on those beautiful wings and not stomp me into the ground. Does Fluttershy understand?" She gave a loud, contemptuous snort, which I interpreted as "yes."

I walked over to her back legs where the ends of the ropes lay. I had carefully tied all the knots so that when I yanked on the rope holding her back legs everything would come undone. All she had to do was gnaw through the rope holding her front hooves together, but those horse chompers would make short work of that.

The knots worked as planned and in less than a minute she was in the air, attacking the front rope like a crazed animal, which I guess she was. I took that time to dive under a nearby tree. Just as I expected, as soon as she was free she made a beeline for me, but the crown of the tree kept the snorting and spitting pony hovering out of reach of me.

“Remember the deal? You don’t get Rainbow if you kill me.” I stepped out a little ways until I could see her eyes, burning with hatred towards anything Equestrian or Human.

"I kidnapped her and punished her for what she had done to you." I explained. "I guess I also shoved my cock up her blue butt, but that's another topic. The important thing is that I had her tied up but she got away. We were over near the cliffs there," I pointed. "And I tracked her over there, and then she took flight and I lost her." I pointed east. "If I were a confused pony fleeing a crazed rapist, that's the direction I'd head, following the river. But she's injured and I don't think she got very far." I thought there was one more detail she should know. “Oh, and she’s not blue anymore. She’s all white.” She gave me puzzled look for a minute, then turned and started east.

"Wait, Fluttershy," I called out. She hovered and glared at me. "I'm sorry I had to fuck you. What I mean," I stammered apologetically, "I mean I'm glad I fucked you and you were great and all that but I'm sorry I hurt your feelings. I know right now I'm probably the person you want to hurt the most, but I really think once you find Rainbow and start cutting her open, you'll feel a lot better."

"Fuck you," she screamed, which was probably the loudest sound she had ever made. She turned and flew off, a last few drops of pearly cum dripping from her snatch.

I glanced at my watch. The portal would be opening in about two hours, and I had to get to the other side of those low hills before then. This would be my last trip to Pony World. I was getting old; time passed much more slowly in Equestria than the real world. It took some physical exertion to prepare for and execute an equine sexual assault, and I doubted another portal would open before I was in a nursing home.

I headed off through the extraordinarily bright cartoon landscape marveling at how much detail could be put into what was supposed to be animation for little girls. Like cunts. What kind of sick bastard draws a cunt on a cartoon pony? I don’t know, but I think I owe him a Christmas card.

White is the Color of the Rainbow

Snowmane stood on the balcony, watching the sun slowly set over Manehattan. She loved this time of day when the evening breeze moved in. She gently flexed her wings to let the cool air flow under her wingpits. She remembered, or thought she remembered, that same cool air feeling while hovering above a storm cloud. She had dreams like that; dreams in which she could fly very fast and very high and even fly right through clouds.

But they were only dreams. The doctor who had examined her after the crash said there was a problem in her wings that had been there before the accident. Snowmane didn’t comprehend all the medical language, but she understood that the scars in her wing socket meant there was no way her flying dreams could ever have been real.

There were so many things that she couldn't remember, or had confused thoughts about, after the accident. She did "remember" that something didn't feel "home" about this place. There were too many houses, not enough trees, and something wasn't right with the clouds. Every time she set a hoof outside she felt out of place, different, like there was another place that she should be. But the doctor said it was 'short-term amnesia' caused by the crash and said her memory would be back in a couple of weeks.

The Bridletons had been the first ones to find her, face down in the hay field, and they had been the first ones to offer her a place to stay while she recovered. The doctor had given her a conditional okay to go home, but he pulled the Bridletons aside and told them they should keep a close eye on her. When asked why, the doctor said "There are some unusual things about this mare. Things that I have never seen in ninety years as a veterinarian. Just take care of her as well as you did your own daughter and I’m sure she'll be trotting on her way in no time." But as time went on, it became obvious that her amnesia wasn't temporary. With no family, no friends, no job skills, and no place to go the Bridletons decided to become landlords, converting their daughter's bedroom from temporary guest quarters to a furnished apartment which they rented to Snowmane for a very charitable price. Snowmane was very grateful, and relieved to be around the two people she most considered family.

Snowmane did not lack for friends, though, especially among the stallions. Her matte white coat, topped by her namesake white mane, made her stand out in any crowd. But the most peculiar thing about her was her cutie mark; she didn't have one. No one had ever heard of such a thing. The doctor who examined her saw the faint outlines of a mark and some scars, but he couldn’t explain it. Most of the other mares thought it was just peculiar and the subject of occasional gossip, but the stallions thought it was the most exotic, sexy thing they had ever seen.

She turned and walked inside. The sun had begun setting while she was outside, and the few scented candles she had left burning weren't enough to light the room. The flickering lights cast deep shadows, making it difficult to navigate the room. She started fumbling around for the lamp when she heard a muffled cough from near the door.

"Who's there?" she asked, startled. "Who's in my house?"

"Hello, Rainbow. Long time no see…" Snowmane searched for the source of the voice and could just make out the silhouette of a pegasus pony in the shadows. "I'm sure you don't remember me, but I'm an friend from way back. I thought maybe we could talk and catch up on old times." There was a quiet click as the door locked.

"I don't know or remember you. It’s rude to enter somepony’s house without knocking," Snowmane grumped. "Step over here while I get the lamp..." she trailed off. "Now where did I leave that lamp?” she muttered as she searched the cabinets. This uninvited guest was giving her the creeps.

"Oh, this lamp?" There was a scraping sound, followed by the tinkle of broken glass. "It seems to have had an unfortunate encounter with the floor. But we don’t need it anyway; I think things are a little more romantic in subdued lighting, don't you?"

Snowmane took a step back, casting furtive glance at the open balcony window, prepared to bolt at the first opportunity. "You do think it’s romantic, don’t you Rainbow? Maybe we should invite a couple dozen of your friends and have a sleepover? The invader changed her voice, sounding like a filly who’d had too much apple wine. “Hey everybody, Rainbow's bitch is here, let's start the party!" Then her eyes narrowed. "You know what?” growled Fluttershy. “Rainbow's bitch isn't feeling very romantic at the moment."

Snowmane was terrified. This pony was not in her right mind. "Get out of my house whoever you are! And who are you?” Snowmane took another step toward the balcony, all the while talking to distract the intruder. “And my name is Snowmane. Why do you keep calling me Rain..." The shape sprang out of the darkness and a hoof landed on her shoulder. Snowmane spun around to meet her assailant, but there was an explosion of pain on the side of her head and she crumpled to the ground.

A stinging slap brought Snowmane back to consciousness. "Time to wake up, bitch. Gotta’ get ready for the sleepover!" Snowmane discovered to her horror that she was staring at the ceiling, the natural result of been tied spread-eagle on the carpet. Each hoof was securely lashed to a separate piece of heavy furniture in the room. Immobilized, she yelled out for the Bridletons, for anybody, to come rescue her. But the thick, dirty rag tied across her mouth muffled any sound she made to a dull squeak.

Fluttershy moved back to the table and continued working her way through the small mountain of food she had collected. If the two ponies had ever met before, it's unlikely Snowmane would recognize her now. Fluttershy's long pink mane and tail looked like it had been cropped by a pair of dull shears and her formerly spotless yellow coat was streaked with mud and scratches.

"I helped myself; I hope you don't mind. You have absolutely no idea how many calories it takes," she paused as she shoveled another cupcake into her mouth, "to hold a bitter grudge for this long. Cupcake?" She offered the half-eaten remains of one in jest to Snowmane. "Oh that's right, you're bound and gagged; how could I forget?” cackled Fluttershy, spitting cupcake everywhere.

“I mean seriously, I was the one who hit you over the head with the lamp stand! Then I spit in your face, then tied you down with this rope, then kicked you in the ribs, then put this gag on you, and then rehearsed in my head how you were going to die. I mean how could I forget all that?!" Fluttershy let out another evil cackle. Then she wolfed down an apple turnover.

"The only detail I didn’t take care of were your wings. Fluttershy walked around the table and stood over Snowmane's helpless form. Looking up, Snowmane could see huge scars where her assailant had horribly defaced her own cutie marks. "I'm a pegasus pony, just like you. And as a pegasus pony, I know how much damage wings can do if you get mad and start flopping them around." Fluttershy took a step forward and put one hoof onto her victim’s wing. Snowmane winced and looked into Fluttershy's eyes, hoping for pity but finding only searing hatred. "And as a fellow pegasus pony, I also know the best way to make sure they’ll never, ever be a problem again."

Fluttershy reared up, and came down full force with both hooves right where the wing met the shoulder. There was a cascade of splintering pops and snaps as her wing and collarbone shattered under the assault. Snowmane screamed under the gag, but no more than a muffled yell came out. She thrashed about in excruciating agony but could not free herself.

"I think one wing out of commission is enough. In about ten minutes it won't matter anyway." Fluttershy stepped off the pulped remains of Snowmane’s shoulder, oblivious to the screams and pleas trying to force their way through her gag. A puzzled, slightly deranged look swept over her torturer’s face as she reviewed the situation.

"I wandered for a long time, searching for you, you piece of shit. I had a lot of time to think about our 'special friend' the human, and how much alike you two are. He pretended to be my nicest friend in the whole world. I was so lonely then, and I’d trust anybody who would just tolerate me. If they pretended to be my friend, then I would do anything they asked to make sure they kept on liking me. Sound familiar? Yea. Just like you and me used to be.”

“And then do you know what our special friend did? He tied me up, bent me over a log and fucked me until I cried! That's what you did to me for twenty years, but without a dick!" Fluttershy shot another savage kick into Snowmane's ribs, almost flipping her over.

"But you," she made a wide sweeping gesture. "What ruthless torture did he reserve for you? Cosmetic surgery!” She leaned down into Snowmane’s face. “Poor little Rainbow Dash, she's been an evil bitch and destroyed Fluttershy’s life but all she really needs is a new color and cutie mark and she will be redeemed.” Fluttershy raised her hooves in a mock prayer, “Oh wise and gracious human, if only you had trusted we dumb-fuck ponies with the secret knowledge that the way to rehabilitate soulless monsters was to give them A MAKEOVER AT THE FUCKING SPA!” She dislodged an apple seed from her teeth and spit it at Snowmane.

"I don't know who you are talking about!" sobbed the mortally terrified mare under her gag. "My name is Snowmane and I don't know you or any human or any of the things you’re saying. Please let me go!" Her words were lost but her anguish needed no words.

Fluttershy’s face softened. "It's a shame the human erased all your memories. The whole point of revenge torture is to make somepony relive their horrible deeds and finally understand the pain they caused and beg forgiveness.” Fluttershy leaned in and grinned. “And then you kill them.” Fluttershy began pacing around the room. "I feel cheated. But let me get you started on the road to memory recovery: Your name is Rainbow Dash. You are a stuck-up dyke. You lived in Ponyville, where you had a very happy life with your five best friends, and you had wonderful magical adventures and learned the true meaning of friendship. You had a special friend, Fluttershy, who really liked you because you were her complete opposite.”

“Then you got rejected by the Wonderbolts, your idols, and everything changed. YOU changed. You were nothing without that dream. There was no direction to your life, and now you resented anyone happy or fulfilled. You got into joyweed and started hanging around with assholes."

For a moment Snowmane detected a hint of sorrow in her voice, but it was immediately replaced by scorn. “Everybody else abandoned you because you treated them like shit. But sweet, naïve Fluttershy was heartbroken over the breakup of the Mane Six, and you convinced her that she, not you, was responsible for the group falling apart. The thought that she had destroyed all those friendships devastated her. The only way have everypony like her again was to be so nice to Rainbow that she wanted to join the group again. Then everybody would be happy again.”

“And you took Fluttershy’s desperation and twisted her into your personal slave and sex-toy. But why tell you when I can show you?”

Fluttershy reached into her saddlebag and pulled out a brown amulet. "This is a memory amulet. It contains a night of my life at one of your sleepovers, one of hundreds of identical nights of horror I suffered at your hooves." Fluttershy gazed into the amulet, trying to see memories swirling inside it, but the opaque stone revealed nothing. "All you have to do is hold it and you can experience the sights and feelings of the person who wore it." Fluttershy looked down at the terrified mare. "But," she tsked, "It looks like your hooves are occupied. I guess you’ll need another way to be in contact with the amulet."

Fluttershy dropped the amulet onto Snowmane's chest and stomped on it hard, cracking several ribs. Fluttershy grunted as she shifted all her weight to that leg, driving the sharp-edged amulet deep into the breast muscle. A scarlet stain blossomed on Snowmane's coat as she let loose a blood-curdling, gag-muffled scream. The sight of Snowmane, writhing in agony was too much for Fluttershy. Years of pent up bloodlust erupted as Fluttershy beat the amulet into Snowmane's chest.

"Look! Look at what you did to my life!" Fluttershy screamed. “Look what you did to your friend!

The memory amulet embedded in her chest began to glow and Snowmane's mind was flooded with images. They came at first in a jumble of sounds and colors, and then played out like a jerky movie. Unfamiliar yet familiar people and events raced through Snowmane's mind. She could see images of somepony named Rainbow Dash, who was her, and also not her. She could see the enraged pony standing over her, replaced with images of somepony with a kind face and a warm heart filled with love. And she saw images of herself doing things in the past that made her sad, so sad that she wanted to melt away. She could not believe that there was a pony anywhere who could hurt or hate the pony with the kind face.

She could hear Fluttershy's ranting, but Snowmane was drowning in wave upon wave of memories. Although the hoof beating on her chest was agonizing, nothing compared with the pain she endured as she watched the story of the two ponies in the amulet. Through the memories in the amulet she felt Fluttershy’s pain and madness, but she could also sense a tiny spark of love and joy, but it lay buried so deep under years of emotional rubble that Fluttershy herself could not see it anymore.

Fluttershy stepped off the white mare. Snowmane’s breath came in wheezes and ragged gasps as she forced air through her shattered chest. "Now do you understand why I spent months searching all of Equestria for you? Those memories of us, and how I was going to make you suffer, were what kept me going.” She moved forward and squatted over her prisoner, her glistening crotch positioned six inches above Snowmane’s face. This was an painful position for a pony but Fluttershy was oblivious to anything other than her rage.

“Every time I rehearsed your murder in my head, I pictured the two of us here, in this position. But now that I’m finally here, what now? What would best express the burning hatred I feel for you? I would hate to waste a once in your lifetime opportunity like this. I could piss all over your face, or maybe crap in your mouth,” Snowmane threw her head from side to express her not liking that idea. “I agree, I didn’t like those either. But those would be only temporary. I want to express my loathing for you in a way that is more permanent, and more appropriate.”

Fluttershy reached down and yanked the gag out of Snowmane's mouth. The white pony sputtered and coughed as she sucked in a desperately needed lungful of air.

"No, Please! I'm not…" croaked Snowmane. "I never hurt you!"

Fluttershy was no longer able to hear anything but the madness raging in her head. She grabbed Snowmane’s ears and pulled tight, immobilizing her head. "Say hello to MY nightmare, BITCH!”

Fluttershy relaxed her legs and dropped down, hard, onto her victim. There was a soft crunch of breaking cartilage as Fluttershy ground her crotch into Snowmane’s face. Fluttershy shivered with excitement as she felt the warm face-flesh of her victim press against her even warmer pony pussy lips. Snowmane tried to struggle, but was now completely immobilized by the insane mare parked on her head. Cries for help came out as mumbles as she tried to breathe around Fluttershy’s vulva. “What I've licked in quantity, you can make it up in quality. Now eat!" Fluttershy wiggled and maneuvered her soft, surprisingly moist pussy so that it enveloped Snowmane's muzzle. Every inch of her sex was in contact with Snowmane as she started to grind back and forth. Each motion rubbed her pony clit across some part of her face, sending jolts of ecstatic energy throughout her body. It was the happy feeling that she had been forced to give others all night long at the sleepovers, but never felt herself.

Until now.

She looked down at her former tormentor, struggling for air. Fluttershy spread her legs a little wider so she could see the eyes of her condemned prisoner as she continued smearing her pussy over Snowmane's face. "That's right," Fluttershy continued, "how many nights did you make me spend with my face buried between somepony's legs because you had this shy, emotionally fucked up, gullible pony wrapped around your hoof. You and your friends twisted and warped my world so I became convinced the only way I would ever be liked or loved would be to do all the nasty things you told me.” She lifted herself just long enough for Snowmane to steal a gulp of air and to spit in her face.

She sat down again, pressing herself firmly against Snowmane's face. She started grinding again, losing herself in the waves of pleasure emanating from her pony pussy. After about a minute Fluttershy stopped momentarily to look into Shadowmane's eyes. The mare was suffocating and her face was turning blue. Her bulging eyes pleaded with her captor. "Oh yea, I forgot that you used to be blue. It looks like we're seeing your true colors again.” She laughed at her own joke, but the sound echoed hollow in the dark apartment. The grinding started again in earnest.

After a minute or two Snowmane had stopped struggling, but Fluttershy continued grinding away, totally oblivious to her victim’s death. She could feel something building inside her, and she began sliding faster and faster over the dead mare's face. The air was electric, like right before lightning. Fluttershy gasped once, twice, and then three hundred suns silently exploded at the very core of her being. She was in the 'happy feeling' that her anger and self-loathing, frustration, and all the other ponies and her denied her all those years. Fluttershy screamed, long and loud, a cry of carnal joy, of anger, of sorrow, and of friends lost and never found. She gulped down another breath and screamed again, this time for the abuse she had suffered, but most of all anger at herself for letting herself be abused.

Rainbow heard hoofbeats pounding on the door. "Snowmane? It’s Mr. Bridleton," shouted an elderly stallion. "Are you all right? Open the door!" There was a pause. "Snowmane, if you don't open the door this instant, I'm going to kick it in!” She could hear Mrs Bridleton yelling something at Mr. Bridleton. “Snowmane, what’s going on? I'm going to count to ten!"

"Ten."

Fluttershy had hoped she could exact her revenge upon Rainbow and make her way back to Ponyville unnoticed. There, one by one, she could hurt all the other ponies who had hurt her. When the human told her "It's okay to hurt people who hurt you," he had meant it half-mockingly, half-consolingly. But at that moment, when he had physically and emotionally broken her, when he made her face her pain and acknowledge those responsible, she took it as a calling, as a crusade. She was called to right a wrong.

But the noise at the door meant her journey of revenge was at an end.

"Nine."

She reached into her bag and pulled out a long-handled knife. Well-polished and finely honed, it reflected the flickering candle light. Every day she had fantasized that she would stand before Rainbow with the knife and make her plead for her life. And Fluttershy would answer her pleas by taking the knife and thrusting it up her horsey-hole to the hilt. Or she would stand before Rainbow and use the knife to hack off her wings and beat her with them. Or he would stand before Rainbow, tied spread-eagle to a bed, and gut her. Or any one of a hundred other painful deaths. Nothing Fluttershy could do with a knife could equal to the pain Rainbow had inflicted with one of her false smiles.

"Eight"

She gently held it to her throat, the cold steel refreshing against her hot skin.

"Seven"

With no regrets, she gripped the knife firmly and slid it all the way from one side to the other. A scarlet necklace adorned with little rubies blossomed on her beautiful yellow skin.

"Six"

The scarlet necklace erupted into a fountain of blood. The knife clattered to the floor as Fluttershy instinctive reached for her throat.

"Five"

Fluttershy watched as twenty years of pain and anguish leaked out between her hooves. The pain of wanting love and being rejected, the pain of self-acceptance swallowed by self-loathing, the pain of friendship replaced by loneliness. The wounds she suffered at the hooves of Rainbow and the other ponies had completely consumed her. Any joyful memories, any love, any possibility of forgiveness was trapped behind an impenetrable dam of anger and revenge-lust.

But Rainbow's death had forced a hairline crack in the wall that had held happiness prisoner. And through that fissure, that tiny opening, single drop of joy was freed. And that drop freed a trickle, which freed a river, which freed an entire ocean, and suddenly she was drowning in long-forgotten, happy memories. She basked in remembrances of the joys of friendship she had shared with brainy Twilight, loyal Applejack, goofy Pinkie Pie and vain Rarity. And yes, there were even memories of Rainbow, the happiest memories of all, during the times when they truly were friends.

She fought instinct and pulled her hooves away from her throat and the blood and memories became a torrent again. It flowed from her neck, washing over her chest, onto and over Rainbow. She saw a crimson mirror in Rainbow’s chest, reflecting all of the memories that Fluttershy had to bury to survive when her world had fallen apart.

"Four"

She looked down and knew this wasn't Rainbow before her. Maybe once, a long ago, but no longer. She had a new color and had a new name, but that wasn’t what made this a different pony. The Rainbow she had loved as a best friend would never abuse her, never do to her the horrible things that she suffered. She now understood that Rainbow had died long ago, murdered by her pride and broken dreams. So-called friends, jealous of her extraordinary gifts, made Rainbow’s body a prisoner to Joyweed, and filled her mind with lies and self-reproach so that the once joyous pony no longer felt or understood friendship.

Rainbow had died, replaced by a hollow, heartless shadow. And Fluttershy, consumed by her need for love and acceptance, unquestioningly followed the shade of her friend into Hell.

In the darkness of that pit, Fluttershy came to know longing and pain and betrayal and promises broken. In the pit there were things that touched her and made her touch them back and each time her soul was broken into a thousand shards and each time she suffered a thousand cuts as she tried to gather the pieces.

She now understood, here at the very end of things, that the Rainbow she loved had never hurt or betrayed her. She understood how many years she had hated and blamed an innocent pony. She understood that the friend she had hated the most had probably loved her until the end.

"Three"

A thousand times she had seen this moment, and a thousand times she saw that it would be Rainbow’s blood that freed her from her pain. She looked down at the snow-white mane of her dearest pony, now soaked with the blood of Fluttershy, her murderer and friend.

And Fluttershy understood that it was her own blood that set her free, not Rainbow’s.

"Two"

And to think she had figured it out in just a little under ten seconds, flat. Rainbow would think that was funny.

She let out a wordless gurgle, and collapsed on the body of her former tormentor and now, at long last, friend again.

"One!"

The door exploded in a shower of splinters. Mr. Bridleton galloped into the room with Mrs. Bridleton right behind him. "Snowmane! Where are you?" They charged around the room, frantically looking for their tenant and friend. As their eyes adjusted to the flickering candlelight, their gazes fell upon the bloody carnage. Snowmane’s landlady looked down and saw that she had stepped in the pool of red memories slowly expanding outward from the two friends.

Mrs. Bridleton started screaming. Mr. Bridleton leaned over the balcony and threw up.

East of Innocence

It was a cool spring day, and the apple blossoms were beginning to unfold. The trio had been trudging along the rough trail for about a half an hour. If Applejack were a gambling mare, she’d bet this is just about the point where the complaining would start. At the rear, a huge fern frond brushed aside by Pinkie swung around and clipped Rarity, causing her to stumble off the trail into some mud. “Yuck!” she exclaimed, stepping back onto the trail. “What a perfectly ghastly place. I cannot understand how any creature would choose to live here of their own accord,” Rarity complained. She looked down and knocked mud off her hooves "These hooves were made for the runway, not the trailway,” she muttered. “I’m going to need a two-day pedicure after this.”

"Rarity,” Applejack cut her off with a snort. “I wish you would shut up about your pretty little hooves. When we brought their bodies back…,” Applejack paused and started again. “When they came home, we said we wanted some place private and quiet. And we all agreed that no place is quieter or more private than the Everfree Forest. The path behind Fluttershy’s house is a safe, easy way to the glen. It’s far enough from town that nopony would wander in here unless they were plum lost. So it ain’t no use in complaining…”

“Can we just walk without arguing?” begged Pinkie Pie. They continued on in silence.

Eventually the forest thinned out and they came into a very large clearing. They walked for a few minutes and came to a gray stone, almost two ponies high, with a twinkling star ruby, just like Twilight Sparkle’s cutie mark, set near the top. The stone sat amid a sea of dark, drooping, purple moonflowers that hung listlessly in the in the daytime sun. At night, however, when the moon was high they would glow with a supernatural radiance, turning the spire and the air around a bright purple that could be seen for miles.

Rarity took a few steps into the flowers, and used her unicorn horn to magically brush away some of the leaves and twigs. She touched her horn to the flowers, and little sparks raced from bloom to bloom and each flower perked up. Moonflowers could not thrive in the sunlight, so each year Rarity came up here to magically rejuvenate the plants that kept watch over her friend’s memorial. Long ago Twilight had become very ill and the Princess had sent her away in the hope she could be healed. She had never returned to Ponyville, but it whether she was here in pony or in spirit, Rarity would always honor the memory of the unicorn pony who had understood her best.

Pinkie had already walked to the other side and was rubbing her muzzle against the cool stone. “Mmmm…,” she murmured, “That feels good.” Applejack and Rarity did the same, sharing an affectionate moment with their former playmate.

Having saluted Twilight, they turned eastward and continued through the glen. About five minutes later they came to a pair of large rocks, one yellow and one blue, on either side of a broad-canopied apple tree. The yellow stone was rounded and smooth, with little butterflies painted on it. The area around it was riotous with color. Flowers of all shapes and sizes were in bloom. Butterflies swarmed about and small animals played in and out of the undergrowth. A rabbit was perched on top, eyeing them suspiciously.

Rarity immediately began fussing and complaining about state of the memorial, lifting mice-filled logs this way and squirrels and the occasional rabbit that way. “Rarity," the cowpony drawled, "it’s okay. This ain’t an art gallery.” AppleJack gestured over the field. “This is the animal’s home now. Nothing would make Fluttershy happier than knowing her critters are watching out for her.” Rarity apologized, and magically returned the squirrels and a few mice to their original locations.

“I was just try to do something nice for her,” pouted Rarity.

“I know, sugar,” said Applejack. “I know.”

The blue stone, by contrast, was rough-hewn and not as big as the others. A simple, silver lightning bolt was painted on it, which sparkled in the sunlight. Although the area around if was free of leaves and branches, no animals played on it and it was obvious Fluttershy’s caretaker animals made no attempt to beautify it.

They all paid their respects by rubbing their muzzles on the stones. Beyond that, each pony had their unique ritual at the yellow and blue stones. Rarity’s sense of aesthetics was always affronted by the plainness of Rainbow’s site, so she picked some apple blossoms and spent five minutes trying to arrange them in front of Rainbow’s stone in just the right way. Applejack was going to tell her it didn’t matter how many blossoms she put on it because they were going to blow away with the first big wind, but she realized it was what Rarity had to do.

As always, Pinkie cried a little, and her friends consoled her while trying not to cry themselves. Pinkie made a habit of always leaving gifts. At Fluttershy’s stone she always left Fluttershy’s favorite cupcake, but she knew the minute she turned her back it would become the mice’s favorite cupcake.

At Rainbow’s rock, Pinkie left the most precious gift of all, a small jar full of clouds, which she asked the Wonderbolts to gather for her every year. There were shards of jars from years past tossed about, and although she knew they had been broken by animals or the weather, she liked to imagine that Rainbow had opened them to smell the clouds she used to love so much.

Applejack did not leave any presents or redecorate the stones, although she did have her own special ritual. While the others were occupied at the memorial stones, she wandered over to the apple tree growing between the stones. She had planted the apple tree when the stones were laid. It was a strong tree; its seeds were from one of the oldest trees in her orchard. It had a wide canopy full of fragrant blossoms and sturdy roots that went deep into the earth and spread out to connect to all living things.

She stood up and encircled the tree with her front legs and held it tight. Through its roots she could sense her two friends and the magic amulet that had been buried with them. Sometimes, if the day were right, she could put her ear against the tree and hear echoes of the happy memories her friends Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash had left behind. This tree was her secret, and she never felt guilty for not sharing it.

*******

The day that Fluttershy and Rainbow returned to Ponyville was the saddest day ever. Pinkie Pie was standing by the cart as the stronger horses unloaded the ponies off of AppleJack's cart. AppleJack and Pinkie had gone to Manehattan to bring their friends back home. Everywhere they went, ponies came to the side of the road to watch in silence as the cart rolled by. The news had spread to every corner of the kingdom by now: ponies had died. And ponies had killed ponies! Princess Celestia sent out royal decrees trying to calm her subjects, but nothing could comfort an entire race of creatures whose world had been turned upside down. Ponies just didn't die, and not in such horrific ways.

Something fell into the dirt at Pinkie’s hoof as Fluttershy's body was hoisted off. It looked like a necklace. Pinkie picked it up with her teeth and in a well-practiced motion flipped it up and over her head.

Almost two minutes passed before AppleJack noticed that Pinkie hadn’t moved or said a word. "Pinkie? Are you okay?" Applejack put a hoof on her shoulder. Pinkie whimpered something unintelligible and crumpled to the ground.

They carried Pinkie back to her room, and Rarity stayed with her the rest of the day. Pinkie just stared at her hooves or the ceiling, the monotony broken by an occasional crying fit. She would occasionally glance at the necklace on the bedside table, and start sobbing again.

It was Pinkie who eventually broke the silence after several hours. "They loved each other very much," she said softly. "And they loved us too. And they were very sorry it took too long to remember that."

A long silence followed. "What happened, Pinkie?" Rarity asked quietly. "What happened out there?"

Pinkie looked at her, a single tear running down her cheek, and shook her head softly.

Rarity never asked again.

The discord started as soon as the bodies arrived back in Ponyville.

Somepony somewhere said something like this was bound to happen because pegasus ponies are too high-strung on account of the unnatural act of flying.

And somepony else said that only an earth pony would say something that stupid because everypony knows earth ponies are jealous of all the other ponies.

And the magical unicorn ponies all agreed that since Friendship is Magic, magical unicorn ponies are the most special ponies of all. All the special ponies formed the unicorn-only Friendship Defender Club to safeguard friendship against those who would destroy it.

And everypony found a way to blame the Princess for something she did or didn't do that caused or could have prevented the tragedy.

Although nopony talked about the terrible thing that had happened, they knew things would never be the same in Equestria.

Friendship may have once been magic. But all things change, and it was magic no longer. Instead of friendship falling magically like pixie dust, it now had to be dug up from under the ground. Where it once was a given that all ponies would be friends, now ponies struggled to put aside differences and find common ground and reach out to other ponies that might not be the same type or color as they are. Ponies would have to learn to swallow their pride and turn the other cheek. Ponies would have to look for friendship in sorrow, in joy, in happy faces and sad faces, in the pony next door and on the other side of town.

The magic of friendship had become the need for friendship.

*********

The trio started back across the glen, shoulder to shoulder.

“Wait! Wait! I forgot something!” Pinkie ran back to the stones. She took off her saddlebag and set it on the ground between the stones. “I think I'm a different kind of happy now; I don't need these anymore. Maybe you can use them if you feel lonely.” It wasn’t clear who she was talking to, but as soon as she finished speaking she was running back to catch up with her friends.

As soon as Pinkie was out of sight, the animals dove into the bag. Within minutes its contents were spread out everywhere: funny hats, noisemakers, ribbons, balloons, sunglasses. As soon as they found they couldn’t eat any of it, they lost interest, leaving the area looking like somepony had thrown a big birthday party but forgotten to cleanup.

Pinkie caught up with her friends. “Wait up, fillies!” Out of breath, she panted for a few minutes as they walked along in silence.

“You know,” she lowered her voice “I mean if we all wanted to, if everypony thought it would be okay, maybe next year we could remember them at the beach. I like the water, and there are lots of pretty rocks there, too…”

And together they agreed that would be a good new way to remember their friends.

I am Fluttershy - Author's Epilogue

[Warning: You'll find this chapter to be either mildly interesting or so boring and self-indulgent that you'll run screaming to Earthworm Jim fanfic. You have been warned.

I am Fluttershy. I will tell you why.

There is no (new) sex in this chapter. There is however the real story behind the fictional story. An unbelievable, real story of how a television show about magical ponies and friendship helped a grown man see inside himself. It is an incredible story about how a cartoon for eight-year old girls gave a tortured soul hope and reconciled him with the woman who shattered his life thirty years ago. By the end you will understand why my nom de plume translates roughly to “catharsis by pony”

Before proceeding, everyone should know this bizarre work is dedicated to my wife and my therapist, two women who stood by me as I poured out my life in a clopfic. Two women who understood the symbolic, not the literal, nature of the story and supported a wounded child as he walked out of a lifetime of anger and pain and loneliness. Lesser women would have either divorced me or had me committed, respectively.

Nothing in my life could have prepared me for the experience of writing this story. I'm a real guy in his late 40's, I've got a wife, kid, job, etc. I do technical writing for a living. I've been in therapy, off and on, for the last 20 years for depression, mostly the result of my mom putting a bullet through her head when I was 16. (no, I didn't see it happen). We've worked through all kind of issues relating to self-esteem, depression, anger, etc. Work has suffered terribly over the years, as has my marriage, as a result.

Somehow I stumbled across The Ponies on YouTube; I guess all Bronies are accidental births that way.  Later I came across the fanfic (clop and not), but nothing really captured my imagination until I came across Cupcakes. It was so over the top and so horribly written that I (and I guess 2% of all readers) said. :”That had to be the worst piece of gross-out trash I have ever read, but you know I could write a piece of trash like that but make it readable.”

And that is how Twilight’s Last Gleaming, and the whole magical mental mystery tour, began. Actually, it started as a standard ‘jump and hump’ porn story. I decided rape was more fun than vivisection, but since I didn’t (and still don’t) know much about horse penises I used mine instead. It was fun, in a sort of naughty-fantasy-gone-ape-shit. Took some thinking to figure out the mechanics of how to face-fuck a horse.

As I reread it, I realized two things. First, just how much fun it had been to write fiction, which I hadn’t done in a long time. I also noticed that it was very violent (slamming Twi’s head into the fence) and cruel (taunting her every step of the way) and predatory. Those were not things that were part of my nature; heck, I’d been church elder and led science workshops at elementary schools. But I had so much fun writing it I wanted to try it again.

Next I decided to take vulnerable Fluttershy. At first it was because she was easiest to manipulate, and this new-found predator in me liked the idea. The idea of the abusive sleepovers was inspired by a short relationship I had in college. She was bright, quirky and a lot of fun. She was in psych graduate school and I was in my 257th year of undergrad. One night she told me a shocking story that when she was younger she used to do a lot of hard partying at the fraternity houses but she stopped when one day she realized that every time she got drunk with them "the party was me." I have never been able to get over the shock of that creative, intelligent woman telling me that she had a rough patch of life that made her so insecure that she had to resort to being a frathouse slut. It’s amazing that I based Rainbow’s sleepovers on her without being conscious of it.

Once I got Fluttershy's story fleshed out with Rainbow as the antagonist, I needed a way to wrap it up. Initally it ended with the human driving Fluttershy insane and her stomping off to murder Rainbow off-stage. But while I found myself thinking more and more about the Fluttershy/Rainbow dynamic from a plot standpoint, it was obvious my subconscious was working overtime to sneak itself into the story. "White is the Color of the Rainbow" is the culmination of everything in the story, in my life, relating to the relationship between my mom and I. It is seething, murderous rage, executed in such stark brutality that I still wince sometimes when I read the wing-breaking and smothering scenes. But at the same time it ends with the bittersweet reconcilliation that can only come when I let go (let my anger die?) and see the real mare/woman underneath.

It’s interesting that I wrote myself into the story as both rage (as The Human) and wounded (Fluttershy). I guess that means I was equal parts angry and hurt at what had happened to me. Both I and my subconscious had a couple drinks together and decided that we wouldn't go into the me-raping-myself angle that implied.

Symbols. Everything in this story is symbols. I spent months with my therapist tearing it apart, teasing loose one hidden meaning after another. Here are some of the symbols I recognized in the story, broken out by chapter.

Beauty and the Beast

Bleaching Rainbow's coat:

Although this scene was conceptualized much later in the writing process, this is the first time you get to see the human's sadistic nature. As if the physical comfort of the transformation wasn't enough, he is tormenting her, torturing her, every step of the way as he strips her of her identity. This is the first time you can glimpse the anger that I have bottled up at my mom for all those years. It was really scary to see this stuff come out, after so many years of denying that I hadn't been affected that much by her suicide.

"you have become a horrible creature... taking advantage of people who care about you. You were not always like this.":

That's a good summary about how I feel/felt about mom.

Can't fly with the Wonderbolts:

This was the thing that Rainbow wanted most, that she defined herself. This would imply that I saw something that mom failed at. Maybe I saw her suicide as a statement that she had failed as a mother and husband.

Joyweed:

Mom had a really bad back and towards the end got addicted to painkillers. I was originally just going to use joyweed as an excuse for Rainbow's behavior to make her a little sympathetic. It wasn't until a week or so later I made the connection with mon's painkillers. Another stunner; this one burbled up from the subconscious without any conscious thought what so ever.

Rainbow ruined everything you loved, took away your family:

Wow. It is so fucking amazing the stuff that these ponies brought out of my mind. Mom did take everything away: my family split up after she died, then she gave me depression, madness, made it hard to have relationships. Why did the whole Fluttershy story center around the Human making Fluttershy realize how much Rainbow had hurt her? I think this is supposed to be the equivalent of my therapist helping me open up about mom pain, which I had denied for so long. This was another one of those 2x4-to-the-head revelations. I would like to note that I made my breakthrough without my therapist tying me up and raping me, unlike Fluttershy.

"Pound my personal magic wand up your asshole":

Anal sex with my mom! Whoopee! :pinkiegasp:

The memory amulet:

This is the plot device that makes everything happen. At the beginning I had to have some way of being present (in the present) and having my way with Fluttershy but at the same time being able to drag her back in the past and humiliate her with all the bad things she had let Rainbow do to her.

Twilight /Trixie:

Chronologically "Twilight's Last Gleaming" takes place before this chapter, so I needed some mention of her, but it was really reduced once it was apparent that Twilight didn't have any involvement in the main Flutterdash story. Trixie was the device that let me introduce the memory amulet. I think I went on a little long with Trixie since she doesn't add much to the plot, but it was fun to write.

"I'm sure you're scared... You all are before it starts. And during it you'll be terrified. But I promise it will only be as long as I need it to be..." :

That line surprised me a little. Most of the prior stuff was venting rage; this line sounded just plain evil, especially "you all are."

"them four-fifty in cash, plus another hundred for the motel room":

I can't believe I googled "prostitute anal sex" to find out how much it cost to ride the hershey highway.

"I love these little ponies...":

Interesting paragraph. I think I'm referring to myself as the innocent and gullible ponies that get hurt, but at the same time there's that anger again.

Rainbow's escape:

I'm not sure about all the symbolism of letting the transformed, purified mom go. There isn't any of the pity and forgiveness implied in "White is the Color of the Rainbow." This section took some work because I had to set up everything about her character for the meeting with Fluttershy.

A Butterfly Set Free

Friendship game:

Rather than any specifics, I think this was just a general betrayal of trust. I wanted to write a scene where she put her total trust in the human, and then the human betrayed that trust. Let’s just say that mom committed the ultimate betrayal. At the same time, it was fun to write this porn.

Wrapped in Rainbow's wing:

I got all warm and lovey thinking what it would be like to drift off to sleep wrapped in a soft, feathery wing. (I exagerated the size of the wing, because in the show they're too short to do a wrap-around) Symbolically, I'm longing to be wrapped in mom's loving, protective embrace again.

White is the Color of the Rainbow

Snowmane:

Snowmane was my mother, forgiven. Of course, just like most of the stuff in here, the choice of color just what popped into my mind, without any thought of the significance.

Smothering:

I'm not sure I had a lot of symbolism here, I was more into the violence than the sex. But I think we can all agree that lesbian pony snuff is great fun for the whole family. My therapist and I have agreed not to pursue the me-turning-into-a-female-just-so-I-can-smother-my-mom-with-my-vagina symbolism.

The countdown:

Probably the best thing I've ever written, but it took a lot of emotional and linguistic work, unlike a lot of the other stuff that just flowed naturally. I especially like the rubies immediately followed by torrent of blood.

Mr. Bridleton throwing up:

God, those last two lines are my favorites of the entire series. The setup, timing, and characters were absolutely, totally perfect. They had the appropriate shock effect on my therapist, but in general I don't recommend trying to shock your therapist.

Blood:

I needed something dramatic way to show that Fluttershy understood Rainbow and forgave her. The blood was a release, a cleansing, that conveniently happened to flow over Rainbow. Fluttershy physically released anger at Rainbow by smothering her, but also emotionally by letting the blood flow over her. This was a very powerful scene to write, and I bawled every time I reworked it. I told my therapist that this is what I longed for the most: a a reconciliation, a cleansing, a total release from the pain I felt because of mom’s death. Just a note of caution: be very careful when explaining to your therapist that you empathize strongly with suicidal characters.

Rainbow's torture:

This was it. Every bit of anger, every bit of resentment and hatred I ever had for what mom did to me came out here. I never could have believed that I held so much anger inside me. The shattering of the wing was the most calculated vicious thing I could have imagined. It was savage; it was brutal. It turns my stomach when I reread it.

East of Innocence

Pinkie passing out:

That entire scene built up to one line: "they loved each other very much." Thirty years to get past the pain and anger just to remember that my mom, as sick as she was, really did love me.

Unrest in Ponyville/equestria:

Innocence lost, their world shattered, just like mine.

Rainbow’s not-as-clean-as-Fluttershy’s grave site:

My lingering resentment about mom. "kept it clean but obviously made no attempt to beautify it."

The long walk from the town to the graves/memorials:

Symbolic of the thirty years it took to come to this point. Unlike the trio, though, I walked most of mine alone. It could also be symbolic of the trip that I took alone, once to visit her gravesite. I walked a couple of miles in a New England drizzle from her childhood home to the cemetery where she was buried. It was a very lonely trip, it took forever to find her tombstone, and truthfully, it wasn't all that cathartic.

Twilight's monument

I wanted to give her a farewell, since she disappeared without any character development, especially since I moved her chapter to the end as a prelude. I didn't feel any need to resurrect her, so I had her 'die' off-screen and erected a monument instead of a grave. I was proud of the moonflower idea, and it gave Rarity the spotlight for a moment.

Jar of clouds:

I cried when I wrote that (I still cry when I read it). Pinkie found the gift that Rainbow would have liked the most. The broken shards reinforce that it's not the tangible things. The clouds were a symbol of Pinkie's love for her friend, not the love itself. It was just such a beautiful, perfect gift. (I’m crying again…)

Tree:

I needed something for AppleJack to do while Pinkie and Rarity were doing their things. The stones were separate, individual. The tree showed that the ponies were at peace with each other in death. I like how the tree allowed me to focus on just AppleJack. The "secret" aspect gave poignancy to her encounter.

Party toys:

Moving on. The animals didn't have need for them, like Pinkie didn't either. I don't think that there's any significance to her, since she's the goofy one and would have the toys.

Going to the beach:

The ultimate moving on. Pinkie's was a little more dramatic, but in this one the group agrees to move on. It didn't strike me until later that Mom grew up in seaside town, and we used to vacation at the beach in the summer.

Thanks for sharing my story.

-Kathairein_Puni

Twilight's Last Gleaming - Prelude

This piece of clopfic trash, my first fanfic ever, was inspired by the violence of "Cupcakes" and defective notions of sexual intimacy formed while reading Penthouse Forum columns from dad's "hidden" stash of girlie magazines up in the attic. It was the emotional (but not thematic) inspiration for the whole "Yellow & Blue" story, and was originally the first chapter when I first published it. But this piece is so crude and lacking in any real continuity that placing it first would turn off anybody who might be interested in the larger story, so I made it a prelude and stuck it at the end of the story. But it is still the genesis that begat the "Catharsis by Pony" that changed my life forever.

Twilight Sparkle raised her long purple neck as I reached around and fastened the clasp of the heavy gold chain. "I feel so bad, I didn't get a going away present for you," she said. She craned her neck to get a better look at the heavy pendant. "It's so unusual," she said. "I've never heard of anything like it in all Equestria."

"Well," I countered, “a purple unicorn pony is pretty unusual where I come from."

She was captivated by her new present. "I can’t wait to research it in the library." At the bottom of the chain hung a shiny gray stone, about the size of her hoof, set in a web of gold strands. Black and brown patches swirled through the opaque gem.

Twilight looked up and grinned. "Rarity will be *so* jealous. She always wears the pretty things." She rubbed her muzzle against me affectionately, in the pony equivalent of a hug. "I am so glad you came here. You are so different and interesting and exciting and know so many things and you're not a pony and you're not a girl and you say so many funny things and..."

I gently put my hand over her mouth. "I get it," I said tersely. Her constant yakking was one thing I was not going to miss.

She squinted as she surveyed the horizon, looking for any sign of civilization. "This is miles away from anywhere; it's not that pretty and you can't even see the castle towers." She turned toward Ponyville and looked at me, expecting me to follow. "Why did you want to waste your last day out here?"

Unbeknownst to Twilight, here were two important reasons why I chose to spend my last today “out here”. First and most significantly, the portal was opening this afternoon, close by. If I was going to pump my friend Twilight full of human semen against her will, the rape had to be this afternoon.

The second was that there was some kind of big all-mare party tonight, and in the hubbub it was less likely she would be missed. I was really curious about that party. Pinkie made it seem like there was a lot more going on than mane-braiding and hoof-painting. An all-night get together with that many females, human or pony, signaled either a cocaine-fueled Tupperware party or a ladies-only lickfest. The latter sounded more likely and more interesting. But it didn't matter, because I would be back in the real world hours before it started. Next time, maybe.

I put my hand on her mane. "Don’t leave yet, Twilight. I just want to tell you again how much I appreciate everything you've done for me while I was visiting Equestria." I reached down and hefted the darkening stone. "And since I'm leaving in a few hours, I wanted to leave you with a special memory you'll never forget." I stroked down her shoulders, teasing her mane.

"I hate to say it, but I think I'm going to miss your human hands the most," she said wistfully. "Our hooves are fine, but all of those fingers you have can find just the right spots that we can never get." She stretched out her neck and I gave her a firm massage all the way from the base of her purple horn to her collarbone, just like I’d done to her and the other ponies a hundred times since I ‘d been transported to this magical pony-land. I continued working my hands all over her neck and flanks, pushing my thumbs into the purple flesh to get to the deep muscles. At one point, while I working down her flank, she stumbled. "Whoa," she said, opening her eyes and looking around. "I must have lost my balance." She shook herself off and leaned back against me, ready for more massaging. The pendant was working.

Lost in the pleasure of a sensuous rub, I slowly worked my hands toward her underside. It took several minutes before she realized my intentions were other than platonic. Her eyes popped open and she turned toward me. "Hey, I don't like that feeling. Stop." I ignored her, continuing little scratching motions from her chest backwards. "Stop!" she yelled "Get away from me!” as my roving hands caressed the soft, smooth skin of her inner thighs.

"I said, get away!" She reared, unsteadily, and aimed her horn at me. I took a few steps back, my brain unsure which reflex to use when confronted by a rearing purple pony. She closed her eyes and scrunched up her face, preparing a spell that would probably blast me into the next kingdom. Her horn flickered once, twice, and then went dark. Twilight opened her eyes to see me still standing there, arms crossed with a self-satisfied smirk on my face.

"What, what's happening?" she asked frantically. "What's happened to my magic? What happened to my horn?" Although there were a few glints of light from time to time, the source of her magical power had turned dull gray-black. She took a few awkward steps backward, and shook her head as if she were trying to clear her thoughts.

"What did you do..." her voice trailed off as she looked down to the stone around her neck. "What is this necklace? It scares me. Take it off," she screamed. "Take it off, now!" I stood there, watching her pull on the necklace. As much as she tried, she could not break the thick gold chain that bound it to her. She jumped and bucked and ran around and then tripped over a root, sprawling face-down in the dirt.

I stood over her prone form as she struggled to regain her footing. "Well, well, well," I chuckled. "It looks like our little Twilight has lost her sparkle."

I reached into my satchel and pulled out a length of stiff rope. "That rope's so strong it could pull down a dozen apple trees and not so much as break a thread," AppleJack had drawled when she loaned it to me. I’d taken a liking to the straight-talking cowgirl pony. I had considered giving my "special gift" to her, but in the end I opted for somepony a little more gullible and a lot less athletic. I slid the rope over Twilight's ears and pulled it snug around her throat.

"Unhhh," she grunted. "My legs are so heavy, I can barely move."

"That's the idea, Twilight. Even a piss-ant pony like you can put up a fight when cornered. I needed something to even the odds." Using the rope I helped pull her to her feet, staying clear of those hooves. Until her strength faded more, a punch to the face or groin from one those would be a game-ender.

When she got back on her feet I yanked the rope as hard as I could in the direction of the fence. She fought me every step of the way and every time she stopped I gave her horn a good slap, knocking her off balance and letting me get a few yards farther. Eventually I got her alongside the fence. I wrapped the rope around the middle rung of the fence, pulling her head down so she couldn't lift it above her shoulders. I used the remaining rope to tightly bind her body and legs together and to the wooden posts of the fence. Fear radiated from every hair on her body.

I ran my fingers lightly along her purple side, feeling the strong muscles underneath the warm pony skin. I fondled every inch of her, top and bottom. I kissed the purple star on her ass. I rubbed my face against her sleek horse flesh, my arousal growing as I imagined myself buried in her. I felt little nipples on her smooth belly. I sighed. Tits would have been nice. I should have made her conjure up a pair of huge stiff-nippled boobs before I put the necklace on her. A pair of soft udders to slap around while I assaulted her would have enhanced the experience. But it was too late now.

I moved directly in front of her and unbuckled my pants. I always wondered why, in a land of magical naked horses, I felt the need to wear clothes. Modesty, I guess. Or maybe I just felt self-conscious at the thought walking around Ponyville with a huge boner all the time.

My stiff cock sprang up as my pants fell to the ground. "Whaz is that?" she asked in a mixture of surprise, fear, and curiosity, with the beginning of a netherstone-induced slur.

"I guess," I explained as I rubbed my cock, "you could call this MY magic horn." I smiled a wicked smile. "Except unlike your horn, a netherstone necklace doesn't take away my magic horn’s power." I gazed upon those sleek purple flanks and her beautiful rounded rump, and felt my fuck-stick jump in my hand. "In fact, I think it gives it even more power."

I lifted her face up to mine. I looked at her beautiful face with its high horsey cheekbones. Her huge eyes were awash with tears. "Why are you doing this?" she sobbed. "I thought you were my friend."

"Because, sweetie, I am your friend. You are my favorite pony in all of Equestria. I told you I wanted you to have a special memory that no other pony will ever have."

I ran my hands lovingly over her striped bangs and soft purple cheeks, wiping away the tears. Her animators had done a perfect job; she still had a cute-as-a-button pony face but they had redrawn the pony muzzle with a mostly human nose and mouth. Of course the addition of that unicorn horn had both aesthetic as well as function uses. I closed my fist around her horn and pulled, forcing the doomed pony's head toward her cum-spurting destiny. She fought me every step of the way, but she had grown weak enough that eventually I forced her face even with my prick.

I slowly rubbed my cock over her cheeks, the first strings of pre-cum mixing with her salty tears. She twisted her head back and forth, trying to escape my molesting member. As much as I liked the thought of cross-species foreplay, I didn't have time for a wrestling match with her face. “Stop it,” I barked. I pulled on her horn, hard, slamming the poor pony’s head into the fence railing.

Fazed for only a second, the imperiled pony resumed her frenzied struggle, tossing her head and bucking weakly against her bondage harness. “Bad!,” I yelled as I slammed her face into the wooden rails for a second time. “PONY!” The fence shook as I pounded her skull against it a final time.

She was a lot more docile after that.

She was crying so hard now that her breath came in great wracking sobs; each intake of breath in brought recognition of the pain and betrayal of someone she once trusted, and each breath out exhaled stark terror at the thought that this madman might finish her. Her life was in my hands; the netherstone and my brutality had destroyed any strength left to disobey.

"Oh, baby," I crooned. "This is going to feel *so* good." I ran my hands down to her mouth, and gently stroked her soft, full lips with my fingertips. One finger snaked its way into the moist, warm cavity that was soon to receive my fuck stick. Drool slid down my hand as those huge anime eyes began to droop. The netherstone was working too well. If I didn't hurry my purple plaything would collapse before I could consummate our friendship.

I pushed the hand in farther, feeling her large teeth. Those chompers could put a quick end to my selfless mission to introduce, regardless of personal cost, my Earth cock to every mare and filly in Ponyville. I jammed my class ring between her back teeth, effectively locking her jaw open just enough for a thorough exam to be performed by my fully engorged, one-eyed dentist. I thought the ring trick was pretty clever, except that I shouldn't have had to improvise. I would never forgive myself if missing a little detail like that spoiled a purple pony face fuck.

With my free hand I grabbed her horn and pulled and jerked and twisted, finally achieving the right angle and my dick slid deep into her mouth. Her nose was buried in my pubic hair, and I could feel her panicked gasping against my groin. The ecstasy of being completely enveloped by warm moistness of her pony throat was a feeling unlike any Earth whore could give. Her tongue tried vainly to repel the intruder, but only succeeded in giving my pole a thorough rubdown. My hips took on a life of their own and started little thrusting motions, seeking out every cranny of her oral cavity. I reveled in the warmth and softness of her mouth. I could feel the very top of her throat on my deep, grinding thrusts. She shook and twisted her head from side to side, trying to knock me free. I worked my fingers into her mane and pulled, immobilizing her head. "Hey," I cautioned. “Is that any way to say goodbye to your special friend? Do that shit again and I'll rip your horn off."

I slowly withdrew until just the fat cock head was lodged between her soft pony lips. I tipped her head up and gazed into her equine eyes. This was better than I had ever wet-dreamed. The waterworks were on full force; tears poured out of those huge brown eyes, soaking her cheeks and making shallow puddles on the ground. "Don't cry Twilight; just think of this the goodbye gift you never got me,” I snickered. “I’m damn sure I appreciate your gift more than you do mine." Still staring into her face, I pushed forward, savoring every painful, terrifying second of her abuse. She grimaced in pain, and closed her eyes, trying to shut out the unbelievable horror unfolding before her.

The spirited mare moved about, but the combination of my hand, the ropes, and her weakening kept me lodged deep in her oral heaven. I slowly fucked her mouth in earnest. In and out, in and out, I sawed. By now my shaft was completely lubricated with pony drool. If there was a heaven for horse abusers, this must be it.

It must have been five or so minutes of concerted pony mouth-assault when I felt my ring hand starting to cramp. I shifted into high gear, pistoning my meat muscle faster and more forcefully into her face. My strokes became longer; just to her lips on the outstroke, then deep into her warm wet mouth. Her wet pony tongue continued to duel with my fuck-stick, but she was only hastening the gooey, sticky end.

Every cell of my body cried out for release; every hair stood on end. My total conquest of her body and spirit was seconds away. All that remained was to pollute her once innocent body with my fuck cream, to truly brand her as My Little Pony. My body and my brain took a vote and were in total agreement. "Okay baby, time for the happy, happy, happy ending to this fairy tale," I husked.

My ball sack rose and contracted, preparing to pump its man-juice deep inside of her. Her eyes popped open in shock as my seed exploded, coating her mouth and throat with sticky goo. I let out a long moan and felt her swallow involuntarily, her body trying desperately to evacuate the mouthful of jizz that could suffocate her. No longer strong enough to buck, could only squirm as my cock continued to dump what felt like gallon after gallon of cum into her. I tightened my vise-like grip on her horn, grinding her beautiful purple face into my cock wool and holding it. I could hear the air whistling through her nose as her body fought for oxygen.

My cock had found the deepest recesses of her oral cavity when my nutsack signaled the end of happy time. My engorged cock shot the last of my thick sperm straight into her throat and lungs. Unprepared for my sudden onslaught of cum, the mare convulsed with a great cough as her body tried to expel the semen from her airways. Her cheeks blew out with every wracking cough and she threw her head from side to side, beginning to suffocate on the engorged member wedged in her mouth.

That was my cue to pull out. I would have loved to stay in longer, but a pony coughing into your dick tends to spoil the moment. I let go of her horn and took a step back, my cock sliding out of her mouth with a soft, wet pop. Twilight stood there, her body wracked with coughing spasms as she tried to spit up my cock vomit. Had I not bound her to the fence, she would have toppled over. After about five minutes the coughing lessened into a wheezing, and she tried to turn her head in my direction. The binding rope caught her, and all she could manage was a sideways glance. Her expression was almost emotionless, her fading strength accelerated by my oral rampage and the subsequent cough as she struggled to blow globs of thick jism out of her lungs. There was still the occasional tear, but cum-fluid dribbled from her lips at a faster rate.

"Hey pony-girl, that was one hell of a throat-fuck. You mares are extraordinary in so many ways." I wiped sperm and pony-spit off my cock, groin, and where the excess had run down my leg. She looked up at me with a look between terror and sadness. Or was it joy at having received a bucket of man-cum in her mouth? She was so fucked up by the stone's spell now that it was hard to tell.

I cut the ropes that held her fast to the fence. She collapsed in a heap onto the ground, her legs unable to hold up her own weight.

I pulled up my pants and sat down beneath the tree looking out at the countryside, marveling in the colors and sounds of this animated world. Sure I was going to miss fucking the ponies, but I was also going to miss the idyllic cartoon panorama. My quiet reverie was only broken by the occasional coughing fit from my equine conquest.

There was a glow of light out in the field, and the outline of a door appeared. Right on time. I started toward it, thought a moment, and walked back to where Twilight lay passed out under the tree; a river of fuck juice oozing from between her battered lips. I stepped over the puddle of regurgitated cum and retrieved the necklace, its stone inert after draining most of the life force from its host. "Never know when I might get back to Ponyville and meet another friend," I chirped, and with a flourish I dropped it into my pocket. In time she would recover, but for now her shallow breathing was the only sign there was any life within her.

"Thanks, Twilight," I called over my shoulder as I started through the doorway. “I think this was the best going away gift I’ve ever received.” I paused for just a second, “I hope you liked yours just as much,” I chuckled, and then disappeared into the light.