Author's Note

Note: This chapter contains elements of possession and rape.

The Third Filly

You wipe a drip of sweat from your forehead.

"N-next room guys?"

Twilight returns to her serious attitude and nods her head. The door knob feels cold in your hand, and a bad vibe tugs at the hair behind your neck. You rip the door open to find a closet filled with boxes and boxes of items.

"Twilight, could you give us a little more light?” you ask.

"Well... I can focus it, but we shouldn’t do it for long. Just… well. Just in case."

The light behind Twilight begins to fade as a cone of light fills the tiny room. You step into the closet as the violet light fills the room. Different boxes of food, cleaning supplies, kitchen necessities, and dining utensils fill the closet, but there isn't really anything of note in here.

"Well, that's disappointing," you mutter.

Stepping out of the closet, the hallway feels much colder and the darkness feels thicker.

"Twilight, you can change your light back…"

"Okay, just a second."

The light begins to slowly return to it's normal glow. You begin to be able to see your hands again, but you notice that there now is only two of you.

Shit.

"Fluttershy! Where are you?!" you call out to the house.

Looking up and down the hallway reveals no answers. You make your way to the unexplored section of the hallway when you see a slightly open door, and a light moan.

Looking at Twilight, you see the worry in her eyes. Nodding, you enter the room slowly. Twilight tries to follow from behind, but the door slams shut once you enter. Turning around, you try to open it, but it won't budge.

Placing your back against the door, you turn to face the pitch-black. A candle lights itself from the center of the room. Then, four more from the corners spring to life. One at a time, tiny candles across the whole room grow a flame to light the ornate master bedroom.

The bed is lined with curtains, and a large rug covers the floor. Weapons and blunt objects line the walls, each with their own picture of a little filly. Next to a wooden bat, you see a picture of Melody. Near a small knife, sat a picture of the filly from the bathroom. Beside each filly is a picture of the scene of their death. A filly with a crack in her skill, blood spilling onto the floor, where Melody’s picture is.

You look away, for fear the bubbling in your stomach would rise to meet the outside world. Hate and anger flows through your veins as a light illuminates the scene inside of the curtains. Two ponies seem to be locked in a loving embrace, but one of them is fighting to get away. Muffled screams come from the kicking behind the curtains, mixed with squeaks from the mattress and stifled moans. A flapping of wings bring bring a gust of air as you move to the bed, but the light disappears and the fabric stops moving.

The bed stops moving. The room goes quiet. You place a hand on the fabric.

“Fluttershy?” you ask.

The light on the other side of the curtain returns. A pegasus straightens it's wings and lays down on the bed. You open the curtain, Fluttershy lays sprawled out on the bed, giving you bedroom eyes.

“Now this… I could certainly grow accustomed to...” says a twisted voice from Fluttershy’s mouth.

"Get out of her," you command.

She sits up on the bed and brings a hoof to your face.

"But then... we couldn't have any fun now could we," she says lovingly. “Or would you prefer...”

Fluttershy clears her throat and throws a lock of hair in front of her face.

“I-If I spoke like this…” Gertrude says in a flawless imitation of Fluttershy’s voice.

"This is sick,” you mutter to her. “Fuck you.”

She grabs a knife from under a pillow and holds it to her neck. You freeze.

"Oh, so now I have your attention. I'll live, but she might not be so lucky now would she?"

The room fills with silence.

"Why don’t we have a little fun?" Gertrude says.

You begrudgingly crawl onto the bed, and shut the curtain as the impostor pats the spot next to her.

"Now hold on. Don't you move a muscle…" she says.

She slowly lifts your shirt off of you, and kisses your chest inch by inch.

Her body is cold, too cold for something living. This is wrong. It may look like Fluttershy, but she’s being used. Can Fluttershy see this? Is she experiencing this through Gertrude’s actions? Can’t she fight this?

Gertrude her way down to your pants. She rubs her hoof on your limp member through your pants.

"Aww... not enjoying yourself? Maybe I can get some help from my guest…" Gertrude says, clearing her throat. "O-oh... Anon... I love you soo much…"

The sound of Fluttershy's voice rings bells in your ears.

Snap out of it! You have to keep perspective. This isn't Fluttershy.

She unzips your pants and pulls them down to reveal your hardening staff.

"O-oh... m-my... it's so big…"

You look away as she wraps her lips around your member. Feeling her tongue wrapping around you sends guilty signals of pleasure through your body.

Stay focused!

If you could just get the knife away from her, maybe you can try and get her out of Fluttershy. She takes a hoof to begin rubbing your shaft while she pays attention to your head.

Suddenly you get an idea.

"Oh... yeah! I'm almost there... oh Shy.…"

You aren't sure if the imposter's face began to turn red, or if it was the true host, but her attention begins to focus on the task at hand.

"Cum for me, Anon... Cum for momma!"

Beginning to fake the beginning of your orgasm, you arch your back. Then with all your might, push forward to headbutt Gertrude.

Stars fill your vision as you try to wrestle the knife out of the dazed pegasus's hoof. You grab it by the blade, blood spilling onto the mattress, but take it from her.

Cutting a hole in the curtain, you jump out of the bed and stab the weapon as deep into the wall as possible. As you turn around, you see a yellow blur just before you are tackled to the ground. Gertrude must have underestimated your strength without her magic, as you easily overpower her and put her in a choke hold. You watch as she strains to breathe underneath you.

"That's right. Kill me. Kill your friend," she chokes. “Just a few more seconds...”

You wait until she begins to stop fighting. Fluttershy's eyes redialate. As she her head falls to the side. You leap to your feet and immediately begin chest compressions. You take a deep breath, and do everything you can to blow the fresh air back into her lungs.

Flutter coughs and gasps for air, then rolls across the floor. Twilight bashes through the door, blowing out all the candles.

"What happened?!” she says. “All I heard was screaming.”

You look down at your naked form, and pull your pants up.

"She possessed Fluttershy," you say. “Then, well. Things got weird.”

Twilight turns her gaze to Fluttershy, who is staring at the floor.

"How do we know if this is Fluttershy?" Twilight asks.

"She is."

Your attention turns to a little filly standing in a corner of the room.

"I-I don't see Gertrude in her anymore."

You walk over to Fluttershy as Twilight goes to take care of the filly. Getting on her level, you bring your hands to her face. You speak to her in the softest voice you can muster.

"Are you okay?"

She pushes her face away from your hands, leaving them wet with tears. Her sobs are starting to become more audible. You cradle her in your arms.

"Shhh.... it's okay."

"I couldn’t fight it... I swear. I tried so hard."

"I know, Shy. I know.…"

She cries into your shirt as you gently stroke her mane. Her warmth was gradually returning, which you guess was a good sign. Eventually the sobs begin to die down.

"Hey guys,” Twilight says. “You should come over here…"

You nod to Twilight.

"Are you going to be alright, Fluttershy?"

She pulls herself away from your chest and gives you a shaky nod. The two of you walk over to the little filly.

"I hope you didn't have to watch everything that just happened…" you say.

She nods her head fearfully.

"I'm really sorry then," you say.

"It's okay. It's not the first time I was forced to watch something like that."

Your words begin to fail you, as the inevitable question of which part she referred to sits behind your lips.

"Did... did she..." stutters out Fluttershy.

"Every night. It wasn't always the same stallion."

The filly looks to the ground.

"Sometimes, after they were done with her... they would ask if... if… to me..."

She bursts into ghostly tears. Fluttershy wraps a hoof around the little filly.

"I'm... I'm so sorry."

"She made me swear not to tell the others... or it would happen to them too... I couldn't let that happen to them."

A roaring flame emanates from the pit of your stomach. Getting rid of Gertrude was no longer optional to you. She had to pay for her actions.

"Was there anyone who helped you feel better? After…"

The little filly's sniffles lessened.

"There was one friend... other than the girls... who would help me when those bad things happened."

She looked up into Fluttershy's eyes.

"There was this puppy... he hid underneath the porch and I would feed him scraps of dinner that I would hide for him.”

Fluttershy nods at her.

"But when she found out. She... She made me watch her do it."

She bursts into tears anew. You stand up and walk over to the door. Looking up at the ceiling, and take a deep breath. After two times, you just gotta believe this will work. Just have faith.

You open the door, filling the room with white light. The filly doesn't even seem to notice with her eyes shut. Running in the distance, you see a small hound running towards the door.

"I would do anything just to see him again."

As he closes the distance, you see the joyful look on the little hound as a small tennis ball is held in his mouth.

"Just one last time. I've never felt so alone…"

The little pup slows down as he gets nearer to the room.

"He would always make me smile... even after she hit me too hard, or I started to bleed."

Fluttershy holds her, tears forming in her eyes, already predicting what was going to happen.

"Sometimes that's all I needed to make my day a little bit better."

The puppy enters the room, and walks right up to the little filly, with his tail wagging as hard as its little body could muster. It smiles the biggest smile the animal could as it gave a small yip.

The filly opens her eyes with wide shock. The hound trots up to her and licks her hoof, which was slowly beginning to turn pink. She nearly collapses and picks the dog up in her hooves to cradle it.
Her face was being littered with sloppy, happy kisses, wiping up the salty tears.

"I've missed you so much, Buddy."

The smile on this filly's face would have to measured in miles. She gasps loudly.

"Is that your ball?!" she says in over-excitement.

The hound barks excitedly and squirms out of her arms to hand it to her. She takes the ball in her hoof and runs to the middle of the room.

"You want the ball boy? You want the ball?"

The dog leaps about through the air, and yips at her. She laughs and throws the ball out through the door.

"Let's go get it!"

The hound sprints to the door, but waits for her. The little filly looks to Fluttershy and smiles.

"Thank you…"

Fluttershy wipes tears from her eyes.

"Go have fun you two."

She smiles, and looks to Buddy.

"Let's go boy!"

The two of them run through the door, as it slowly closes behind them.