The Chosen One

by NastyMann

Rating: mature
Tags: Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Other, Romance, Rarity, Tragedy, Fluttershy, Random, Sex
Length: 1720

Fluttershy is content with just being Rarity's friend, but should she let her true feelings out?

Fluttershy is perfectly fine with being Rarity's friend. Nothing feels better. She loves her to bits, but she knows that if she tells her, then she would risk losing the one mare that is of the utmost importance to her.

Soon, her feelings begin to grow stronger, and Fluttershy just might have to risk losing her forever.

Published 2012-06-09 04:44:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-06-09 04:44:02 UTC

The Chosen One

Fluttershy began to cry into her pillow. She had almost told Rarity. She had almost told her the truth. She might have accepted it, too. But she couldn't risk losing her. She would never be able to live with herself is such a thing would ever happen. It's been ages since they became friends, and Fluttershy had always hid her true feelings to protect what they already had.

She sniffled and proceeded to dab her drenched eyes. They glistened from their tear coating, and from the sunlight shining in from the window, they looked beautiful.

Fluttershy sighed and regained her composure. Maybe she would tell her tomorrow. No... No, she would have to tell her tomorrow. She couldn't let it go on any longer.

She had to be brave.

“Fluttershy... Fluttershy, darling.”

Fluttershy regained her focus and nodded, signaling she was listening.

“Do you like the dress or not?”

Fluttershy smiled. “Rarity, you know I love all of your dresses.”

Rarity smiled, but crinkled her nose. “You're just telling me this, aren't you?”

Fluttershy genuinely liked the dress, but even if she didn't, she would just say that. “Oh, no, no. I love this dress, Rarity.”

Rarity said nothing for a moment, but then opened her mouth to speak. She paused, as though she was contemplating the next sentence carefully, but eventually began to speak. “Really?”

“Really truly,” Fluttershy replied with a smile.

“Thank you so very much for attending this soiree. If you hadn't, I don't know how I'd muster the courage to stay,” Rarity said as she eyed the dress she had made Fluttershy, and began fixing it into place.

Fluttershy loved the way she touched her dress, the she cared so naturally... This is why she couldn't tell her... But, even still... Fluttershy wanted it to be more.

“I heard that some of the 'big-time' fashion critics are attending. If they like the dresses I set up, then I just might make the big time!” Rarity grinned.

Fluttershy blushed as she got lost in Rarity's beautiful eyes. She couldn't go on like this, she had to tell her. It was too agonizing to continue this way. Just as Fluttershy took a deep breath and began to speak, a voice interrupted her.

“Oh, um, Miss Rarity... Over here.”

The two turned to see what appeared to be a fashion critic beckoning to her.

“Oh... Oh dear! I'll be right back darling,” Rarity called as she cantered toward the fashion critic.

Fluttershy sighed, and timidly walked through the crowd of the fancy ponies.

“Excuse me!” a mare sneered as Fluttershy brushed against her. She was wearing a black, fine linen dress.

“Oh, I'm so sorry!” she whimpered as she hurried along. She had made her way to the punchbowl, and began to stir it around, uneasily.

“Rarity... I... I need to tell you something...” Fluttershy squeaked.

“What is it, Fluttershy?” Rarity asked.

Fluttershy fought back the tears in her eyes, and took a deep breath. She paused for a moment, and finally began to speak. “I love you...”

Rarity was silent for a moment, and then began to giggle. “Well, of course, darling! I love you too!”

Fluttershy tilted her headin shame, and looked at Rarity once more. She tried her best to speak, but tears began to form whenever she'd open her mouth.

Rarity's eyes widened as she realized what Fluttershy had meant. “Oh... Fluttershy. You love me that way...” her voice trailed off as she eyed the wall.

Suddenly, she turned to Fluttershy and flashed a provocative grin. “I love you, too!”

Fluttershy gasped as Rarity latched onto her. She pressed her lips against Fluttershy's, and began to lustfully suck and kiss her mouth. She forced her tongue through Fluttershy's lips, and began to wrestle Fluttershy's tongue with her own.

Fluttershy began to moan, the pure ecstasy of her kissing was driving her wild.

Suddenly, a high pitch scream sounded.

Fluttershy awoke from her fantasy to hear the scream again. Only... it wasn't a scream. It was... laughing. It was loud, frightening... destructive.

Fluttershy turned to see a group of upper class ponies laughing, and jeering... at her.

She began to look around the room in a panic. Where was Rarity? Where was...

“My goodness, and her hair!” a woman cooed.

“Oh, gracious, yes!” a voice concurred.

Tears began to blur her vision as she relentlessly turned to seek an opening, to find Rarity, to--

“Why are you even here? Oh yes... Because you tagged along with Miss Rarity. You're so patheitc. Nobody wants you to be here. Go back with your smelly animals. They're the only ones that give a damn!”

Fluttershy's heart felt like it had been eviscerated. “Oh, and that dress. That vile thing.”

She began to feel a cold, deep anger. “M-My friend made this! DON'T SAY THOSE THINGS ABOUT IT!” she cried as more tears formed in her eyes.

The crowd began to laugh and make fun all the more.

Fluttershy began to cry as she forced her way through the crowd of ponies. Why was everybody picking on her? Why...

She turned to see a smug grin beaming from the mare wearing the black, fine linen dress.

“You... why...?” Fluttershy's voice cracked as she tried to remain composed. Finally, she began to let it all out. “I'M SORRY!”

She sprinted away from the crowd and ran through the exit, into the bustling streets of Canterlot. She looked left and right, and decided to simply fly home.

Before she could spread her wings to fly, a hoof touched her shoulder.

She quickly turned to see Rarity. “Darling... Wait for me.”

At Fluttershy's home, she began to cry into Rarity's shoulder. “I didn't mean to... I didn't... I didn't mean to...” Fluttershy sobbed.

Rarity began to stroke her back, and spoke into her ear. “That mare hated you, because I had attended the party with you, not her. She was jealous, I'm afraid. We had been friends during gradeschool, but now...”

Fluttershy began to calm down. She had to tell her now.

“Rarity... I wanted to tell you this for a very long time... I... I'm in love with you...”

Rarity's eyes widened, as she bit her bottom lip. “Darling... Did... You're in love with... me?”

Tears streamed down Fluttershy's face. “Please, Rarity... don't hate me... don't stop being my friend! I love you so much, and I never wanted to tell you! I just... I just had to! It's okay if you don't love me back, but please, don't hate me! Don't hate me, please!” Fluttershy continued to shed sorrowful tears.

Rarity grew tense, and lifted Fluttery's face to her own.

“Fluttershy... I love you, too. I... I didn't want to tell you, either.”

The two paused for what seemed like an eternity. The love that they had both shared secretly for so long had finally been requited. They both locked their lips in a passionate kiss.

Suddenly, Donkey Kong burst through the window above them and tackled Rarity to the ground. He had quickly pinned her down by sitting on her, and had then slammed his fist into Fluttershy's leg with all of the power he could muster. She sprawled onto the floor, crying in agony from the brutal blow. She tried to run away, but the pain in her leg had bound her to the floor.

“Fluttershy! What's going on!?” Rarity screamed.

Fluttershy continued to scream, the excruciating pain must be the result in a shattered bone.

“BANANAAAAAA, SLAMMAAAAAA!” Donkey Kong screamed as he slammed both of his fists into Fluttershy's head. Blood oozed from her broken skull as she continued to scream. Donkey Kong continued to pound his fists into her head until she stopped moving.

Donkey Kong jumped up and grabbed Rarity by her flank. He forced her against the wall, and withdrew his big, veiny cock. He forced it through her vaginal lips, and began to pound her luscious, white ass.

Sweet, pure pleasure was coursing through his body as he rammed her swiftly and fiercely. The force was so powerful that Rarity, still bewildered and confused, had her face smashed into the wall after each pump of his groin.

She began to scream, trying to cry for help but Donkey Kong clamped his hand around the back of her neck and began to choke her to death, while still raping her. He began to moan with immense pleasure as he was nearing his climax, and finally, ripped out his cock and shot sweet, tangy ape-jizz all over her body. She screamed and gasped for air as he let go of her neck, and began to cry as he scooped up a pile in his hand and slapped it into her face. He then slammed his fist into the side of her head, causing her to sprawl onto the floor.

Rarity continued to cry, tears flowing from her eyes like a river as she mourned her friend's death, and her inevitable one to come.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT!? WHAT DO YOU WAAAAAANT!?” she shrieked as she sobbed uncontrollably.

Donkey Kong grimaced. “I want redemption.”

Donkey Kong placed his hand on top of her head and the other on her horn, and with a quick jerk, tore her horn from her head.

She opened her mouth but could not scream, traumatized from the intense pain and shock she was experiencing.

Donkey Kong then shoved her detached horn into her anus, and began to rape her with it. Eventually, after many agonizing moments later, Rarity had died.

Donkey Kong breathed heavily, as he slowly stood from his position. He looked at the sunrise poking from the hills, and began to speak.

“The robins are not what I seek, but what I am. For they have told me what I had to accomplish, and I had completed the task they had asked me to fulfill. Now, I have given you what you wanted.”

A green light shone through the window, following a voice.

“You may return home now Donkey Kong... You have done it. You have saved all of Denmark, all of our hopes... and all of our dreams. Come... Return to us.”

Tears steamed down his face as he triumphantly smiled. They were wrong. He was the Chosen One; and a fine one he was.