Yellow & Blue: A Tragic Tale of Friendship

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.