The Entity

Fluttershy’s day had been busy like so many others. She had gone to Sugar Cube Corner early, after Pinkie Pie insisted that Gummy needed a dental examination. It was the same as always: completely toothless but otherwise healthy. At least he was a cooperative patient, though creepily so. It was like he stared the secrets of the universe into her soul.

Afterward she stopped by the post office to pick up her paycheck from the Equestrian Department of Natural Welfare, and a second paycheck from the Equestrian Society for the Preservation of Rare Creatures. She took these into the market, but after her shopping trip she began to think she was over-extending herself. She spent so much on feeding the increasingly large number of animals she cared for, not to mention other expenses related to their care, that she couldn’t afford much of anything for herself to eat. Oh well, there was always grass.

She barely got home in time for her Tuesday Tea with Discord. He produced an arcade machine out of nowhere and wanted her to play a game called ‘Super Mario’. It made her uncomfortable to harm innocent turtles and mushrooms though. Discord stopped it, but Fluttershy felt worse that Discord felt bad that she felt bad that the not-real turtles felt bad. He produced another game involving turtles beating up ninjas, which she was more comfortable with. As long as Discord assured her they were exceptionally evil ninjas, at least.

After he left, she catalogued the food stuff she had purchased and double-checked that each critter would have enough. She teared up a little when taking stock of the meat; those poor fishies. She had to though, as she couldn’t exactly ask Harry to live on acorns. They had tried that once, but he seemed malnourished and drooled at her other critters. They gave up on that quickly for everyone's good.

Finally she finished. She checked the back yard one last time to make sure no animals or monsters from the Everfree needed medical care, back massages, or counseling. There were none, and it seemed later than she had anticipated already, so she hurried upstairs. As she passed her bedroom on the way to the bathroom, she heard a loud thump. She quirked her ears and back-stepped a few paces to look into her bedroom door. Nothing seemed amiss. Nothing seemed to have fallen either. She decided she was hearing things and continued to the bathroom.

She slipped out of her clothes and neatly folded her shirt, skirt, and underwear before slipping into a deep bubble bath. She relaxed and fluffed her wings up to get a nice soak as she washed off with soap and suds. She lost herself in thought about the next day, but snapped back to the present moment by at thump against the bathroom door. She quirked one ear and looked just in time to see the door open half way.

“Angel is that you, naughty bunny?” Fluttershy asked in a gently reprimanding tone.

No answer.

She sighed and blushed. She didn't like taking a bath with the door open, but also didn't want to rise from her relaxing bath to close it. Instead she finished washing as quickly as she could. She rinsed the suds off, drained out the water, and reached for a nearby towel to dry off.

When she stepped out of the tub, the door opened a bit wider. It made her jump, but once again no one was present. She walked slowly to it with the towel around her and quietly closed it again. She turned to the sink.

That was strange. She could have sworn she put them in here earlier, but now they were nowhere to be found. She blushed again and did not want to walk from the bathroom naked or with only a towel, though the only other things that might be in her house were ferals that didn’t care. After biting her lip in thought for a few moments, she opened the clothes hamper and retrieved her pajama top and bottom from the night before. They were a light green silk shirt that she pulled over her head and silky sweat pants Both were adorned with tiny yellow and blue butterflies.

She immediately paused as she left the bathroom. Her ears quirked up again as she found the pajamas that she had been going to wear, which now littered the hallway. There were her frilly pink panties and bra as well, all in a trail to her bedroom door.

“Oh Angel Bunny,” she huffed, leaning over to pick up one at a time on her way. She still saw no sign of Angel or any of the other critters that regularly broke into her house and insisted that she hug them. She walked down the hall to looked down the stairs, and likewise find no one. A bit creeped out now, she headed back to her bedroom with a frown. It was like Angel to be mischievous, but he usually took proud credit for it seconds later.

She walked into her room and headed towards the bed, but jumped again when her bedroom door slammed behind her. Her heart beat faster when she turned around, but took a deep breath to try and contain herself. She couldn't bring herself to open the door again, so decided to let it go. She reached for the door to lock it, but blinked in puzzlement when she found it already latched and bolted. How did that happen?

She thought herself childish as she did so, but her nervousness compelled her to check her closet and under the bed. She checked her windows to make sure they were firmly locked as well. The room was empty. Yet she could feel that she was not alone.

She decided what she really needed was sleep, though she planned to sleep with the light on. She walked to her dresser and placed the pajamas she meant to wear there while she pulled her presently worn pajama top over her head.

Whoever it was must have been waiting for an opening, because no sooner was her vision obscured than Fluttershy was yanked backwards by her tail. She squeaked and lost her balance as she toppled forward. She grunted as she hit the floor like a sack of potatoes. She started to pull her shirt down to see who was so rude, but her hands were grabbed tightly and tied together with her unworn pajama pants.

“Rainbow is that you?” Fluttershy cried out. She looked for any rationalization that this was not someone assaulting her. “This isn’t funny!”

As she struggled to get up, he yanked her across the floor again by her tail. This time he dragged her as she tried in vain to grab hold of something with her hands . When she finally managed to pull herself back up to her knees, they grabbed her by one leg and twisted, turning her over onto her back before they dragged her across the floor by one leg.

This was definitely not Rainbow. Rainbow had scared her before, but had never laid a hand on her while doing so. No one she knew would hurt her like this. Her heart beat so fast and hard that she could hear it like a drum beat in her ears. She feared she was suffocating as she couldn't catch her breath.

“I’m sorry!” Fluttershy yelled out instinctively, “I’m sorry if I did something bad! Please stop I’m sorry!”

This time they picked her up by the throat as a massive hand clenched through her shirt. Their powerful fingers dug into her neck until her air was cut off. She struggled and tried to kick, but hit nothing and was instead thrown across the room and onto her bed. Her head smacked her headboard and she squealed as pain pierced through her head and neck like a dagger before she tumbled back onto the bed. For a moment she could do nothing but gasp for air.

Whoever they were, they must have alicorn-like strength, and certainly none of them would do this. She cried out again and struggled to rip her shirt the rest of the way off. She wanted to at least see this terrible person. She couldn’t hear her assailant moving closer as she struggled, but she could FEEL them.

She did hear a frantic scratching at her locked and bolted bedroom door however. It sounded like Angel, and was followed by a thump and more scratching as he jumped and tried unsuccessfully at the door knob. She could barely hear him chattering over her labored breathing,

“Angel!” Fluttershy screamed, “Run and get help! Find Ha-"

Her words turned to gags as the hand squeezed her throat again to silence her. They pushed her onto her back again, causing her to curl up on the bed to protect herself with her legs and arms as much as she could. She folded her wings around to shield herself as well, as fragile as they were, terrified that they might start beating her.

They pulled open her wings and pushed her arms back over her head. A pillow pressed against her face and pinned her head. Her tears soaked through her pajama top and onto her pillow that pinned her. She tried to scream again, but her yell was muffled as she suffocated.

Why did they want to hurt her? What could they possibly be doing this for?

Fluttershy wished she hadn’t discovered the answer. As one hand held the pillow against her face, his other grasped one breast. It squeezed firmly and twisted it until she yelped. Fluttershy was so frightened of physical abuse that she had forgotten about being half naked. Her skin flushed hot from embarrassment and shame, her worst fears realized as the hand slid across her belly and into the front of her pants. Two fingers slid over her labia and slowly spread her apart before a third pushed within. It pried at her precious hymen to taunt her with the threat to puncture it.

Now she only wished he was simply here to beat her; Fluttershy’s terror hit critical and she thrashed about like a feral animal in a trap. She drew her legs up and frantically kicked, but her kicks did not so much as glance her attacker. She stretched her wings out and folded them inward to feel where they were, but all she got was an icy shiver when her wings touched her body before anyone else. She tickled her feathers against her breasts as it was fondled again. She could feel the impressions against her breast but there was nothing that could be causing them.

They pushed her wings back open and a fist impacted her gut, enough to knock the wind out of her to keep her still for a moment, though they seemed to intentionally hold back so as not to bruise. A hand grasped at her pajama bottom and tore it from her. They tossed the cloth wad aside to leave torn bits fabric around her lower legs. They pried her legs further open with their legs that she could feel but not kick. Her heart thumped so loudly in her ears that she could hardly hear her own muffled screams. She tensed as something warm, fleshy, and throbbing slapped against her belly, a viscous predator sitting upon her innocence, ready to consume it.

In her abject horror, Fluttershy managed to struggle enough that he had trouble holding her. Fluttershy knew her only hope was her psionic stare; surely even an ethereal creature had to see her. She turned her head to the side so she could breath and twisted her upper body. She managed to tear her shirt more and finally worked her arms out of the cloth restraints. She frantically reached for her night stand and grabbed hold of the first thing her hand touched.

“Sorry!” Fluttershy apologized from habit rather than intent as she flung her bedroom lamp across her. The only impact was when it shattered on the opposite side of the bed.

The entity moved his shaft slowly encircling her slit, thriving on her reactions. He clearly enjoyed her fear as much as her body.

“No please, don’t take that!” pleaded Fluttershy, “I’ll- you can use my muzzle! Just uncover my head- please!- oh Celestia are you wearing a condom?” Could a ghost impregnate her? Fluttershy did not want to find out, but he slid his tip to her entrance and pushed snug against her, a shove away from her defilement. She screeched in desperation, “PLEEEAASE!”

The violent shove came. Her virginity stretched and popped away in an instant as her unwilling body was forced to envelope the intruder. Pain shot up through her body as she flailed her limbs pointlessly, and when she thought he couldn’t go deeper, he drew back and forced his girthy way several inches further. Her dry inner flesh clung against him and tore away with each thrust.

By the time he was deep enough for her to feel his ghostly flesh slap against her belly, he was literally slamming against her cervix. She waited for it to hurt less, to somehow grow accustomed or to feel good like it was supposed to, but it only worsened. She couldn't stop clenching every muscle and it only made the stabbing pains reach further. He sped up, and all she could think about was that he was about to plant a disgusting load of something horrible inside her. She didn't want to give birth to a monster.

She screeched until her throat was like sandpaper. Frenzied, she clenched her fist and finally ripped the pillow that held her in half. Feathers rained onto her as she hyperventilated and stared upward. She glared intensely, though she saw nothing. She tried to focus directly above her with nothing to focus on. She waved her hands in front of her and desperately tried to find a way to stare it down. It was no use.

She looked at her body and saw her breasts visibly imprinted with each grope and squeeze of her spectral assailant. They were visibly reddened now from the painful squeezing, and her generous endowment made for some deep impressions, almost looking like a squeezed balloon. Her soft little pussy was parted with her labia visibly sliding back and forth against the invisible spire. Her body had finally produced some lubrication, not that it did anything to quench the burning, but she could actually see it coating the invisible spire when it drew back, able to make out the shape of the ridged, barbed monstrosity that invaded her. Her stomach churned and she gagged, barely able to hold in her vomit.

She was in a race to stop it before he finished, but didn't know what to do. She continued to wave her hands about until one hand of her spectral rapist moved from her breast to her throat. He squeezed until her air supply was cut off and her panic only made her dizzy from the lack of oxygen more quickly. She grasped her hands at her neck. He gripped her throat more tightly, but she could do nothing but trace the contours of the imprints.

Her whole body shivered violently as an aching pressure built between her thighs and slowly spread through her body. She clenched her teeth and hoped that that wasn't what she thought it was. To give this monster the satisfaction of her orgasm was many times more horrible than merely risking pregnancy. She gritted her teeth together in an effort to restrain her body as it continued its betrayal. She was now wet enough that the room was filled with the lewd suction noises of her most sacred space being repeatedly invaded, a wet smack with each impact of the ethereal belly against her.

The sound of the violent penetration made her feel all the more ill. She tensed up in a desperate attempt to keep her body at bay, but holding it in just made the hurting intensify. She would have endured any agony to hold it in, but her body's response wasn't up to her. Tremors rocked her body, a focused pinpoint of pain shooting up through her whole system where there should have been pleasure. She shrieked and sobbed, writhing in rage and shame at her biology, but there was nothing she could do.

Her heart dropped into the pit where her soul once was. Not only was she at the mercy of something powerful and horrifying, but she was allowing it to derive the greatest of pleasures as her disobedient body convulsed around his shaft. She no longer cared that he was strangling her, no longer cared that she would be dead in minutes if he didn't relent his grip around her neck. She just lay limply, able to feel him shivering against her, her shameful climax delicious to him. Her honey that unwillingly splattered against him seemed to soak into his form. Her whole body burned with shame to the point that she couldn't tell if he came into her as well, and she didn't care. Her defilement was already complete.

Just as she was about to lose consciousness, the entity vanished for seemingly no reason. Fluttershy breathed deeply several times and arched her back. Her wings flapped wildly at the sudden freedom. She managed to sit up, her lungs still stinging. She reached to feel between her thighs. She pulled it back to find it covered in sticky fluid, unsure how much of it was from her and how much from him. Her mind went numb, wiping her hand off against part of the torn pillow in disgust. She curled up in a ball on the bed, wings stretched over her form, and sobbed uncontrollably.

All too late, there was the sound of a huge body slamming itself against the bedroom door. A second crash forced it ajar with such impact that the doorknob clattered across the floor and door hung from one hinge. A large form approached her and a soft hand touched her wing.

She shrieked, her only thought that he was back for more, and lashed out with another kick. It landed this time and when she looked up she saw the confused and concerned look of her bear friend Harry. Visible tears filled his eyes too from seeing her in such a state.

“Harry I’m sorry I thought you were...” Fluttershy trailed off and curled against his soft chest to shiver violently. Soon the smaller form of Angel crawled into Harry’s lap to hug her as well. She tried to push them away, burning with humiliation and not wanting them to see the one that they relied upon in such a weak and helpless state. What's more, being touched didn't seem appropriate anymore, no matter who did it. She sniffled apologetically as they sat by and looked helpless themselves.

She gradually came to enough to check herself for injury, actually hoping that there was something that would bear witness to her struggle. She found nothing that would still be visible in an hour. She knew his reluctance to cause permanent damage wasn't for her benefit. The demon no doubt wanted to make it hard for her to prove to others that it was more than a horrifying nightmare. She wondered if she had simply had a psychotic episode.

Fluttershy's breathing slowly returned to normal, though the beat of her heart still boomed in her head as she peered across the room. There was no hint of entry or exit other than the door that Harry had decimated in his failed attempt to save her. Maybe he teleported away. Maybe he was next to them, waiting for the witnesses to leave so he could have another go at her.

Harry asked, his growl soaked in both rage and concern. It was at least a little comforting that her feral friends would believe her, not that anyone else could communicate with them.

Fluttershy’s answered hollowly, “I wish I knew.”