Yellow & Blue: A Tragic Tale of Friendship

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.