The Entity

“Morning already?” sighed Fluttershy, “I don’t feel like leaving.“ She couldn’t remember what she had planned to do today yet.

Angel said, and patted the edge of the tub.

"What did you tell them," Fluttershy sniffled as her body burned with shame.

frowned Angel.

“I’ll come downstairs but... I don’t want any critter or pony to know that doesn’t already,” said Fluttershy. "Send the others away, please."

Angel frowned but nodded, and bounced dejectedly back out the door. He closed it gently behind him to make sure the sound didn't frighten her.

Fluttershy drained the water, but shivered no less after she had dried herself off. She slipped on the clothing Angel brought her, but still she was ice cold. She stood at the door for another ten minutes, afraid to open it. Finally she cracked it open and poked her head out. She looked down the hall both ways before she slipped out and tip toed to the stairs lest she somehow re-awaken her assailant.

Fluttershy's typical summer dress was short-sleeves, high in the front, and a high skirt. Someone that didn't know her might think she was easy, but she wore this outfit because it kept her cool in hot weather, not to mention that it was easier to carry around heavy bags of feed in an open outfit. It had never occurred to her what some other ponies thought when they looked at her.

It occurred to her now though. So she wore pants and a long-sleeved turtle-neck shirt; she'd look strange walking around town in that, but she didn't think she could step out the door otherwise.

When she came downstairs, Angel had sent the other animal friends he had gathered home as she asked. She flushed with shame as she moved to the couch where they sat. She felt unclean, like her touch might dirty them. Harry reached a paw to her shoulder, but she cringed away without meaning to. She felt all the more terrible afterward.

Harry growled quietly as he withdrew his paw and looked awkward.

“I can’t,” said Fluttershy. Her eyes filled with tears again, “No one will believe me. They’ll think I had a dream. Stupid, silly Fluttershy, afraid of her own shadow.”

said Angel.

“But they can’t talk to you like I can,” said Fluttershy, “There’s no way to prove what happened. Except maybe that I lost my...” she sighed, “But they’ll think I lost it... some other way. They'll think I'm a floozy on top of everything else.”

Fluttershy demeaned herself on her best day, and this was her worst. Whether it was true or not, she believed what she said. And it made her feel more alone than she ever thought possible.

suggested Harry.

“He’ll take it away from me,” said Fluttershy. She stared at her lap as she held her legs tightly together and folded her hands in front of her.

suggested Harry

“I guess I could hit record an hour or so earlier,” said Fluttershy, “Maybe he wouldn’t see... but what if he’s always watching? What if he’s here now?”

Angel pleaded.

“Okay,” sighed Fluttershy, “I’ll go do my chores and when I get home I’ll start it a few hours before bed time. Harry... have anything you need done by the time I’m home.”

Harry nodded,

Fluttershy washed her clothes early so that she could fold a stack of them on her dresser and it would not look too weird. She hid her camera between two rolls of towels and hoped he wouldn’t see it there. She adjusted it carefully, but it made her sick to place a camera to record her own rape. She rushed to the bathroom, but didn’t have any food in her to vomit out.

She skipped breakfast. She was anything but hungry. She had to visit a few friends today, and worried that they would realize that she was disturbed. She did morning chores before she headed to Rainbow’s cloud house for tea. Rainbow Dash was as clueless as usual. She didn't notice that Fluttershy didn't drink any tea as she told Fluttershy all about Wonderbolt practice. Fluttershy didn’t hear most of her story, and finally said she forgot something and left early. She hated herself for lying.

She went to Applejack’s farm instead to buy a cart of apples. She was early, so she hoped she could talk to Big Macintosh instead of Applejack. He would be too shy to ask if something was wrong. He wasn’t there however, so she was forced to purchase them from Applejack. Applejack noticed her mood almost immediately and continually asked what was wrong. Fluttershy finally blurted out for Applejack to mind her own business before she ran off with the cart of apples. Everything she did was making her feel more terrible, more so when realized she hadn't paid for them. She couldn't bring herself to return though. She would be sure to pay double next time; Applejack wouldn't have let her go if she didn't trust Fluttershy to do so.

She hoped Applejack didn't think she didn't like her though. She also hoped Applejack didn’t think to go to Twilight or the others.

She rushed her chores and visits so much that she arrived home several hours earlier than usual. She knew Harry and Angel were probably still doing critter things in the forest and would not be there until her normal time coming home. If she went inside she would be all alone. Or worse, she would not be all alone. She parked the cart of apples before she stood at her front door and stared at it for several long minutes.

She only went inside after she realized how thirsty she was. Maybe she could have a quick drink of juice. Afterward she could go sit in the park until her normal time to arrive home. She unlocked the door and crept into the kitchen. She left the front door open behind her and reached for a cup from the cupboard. Her hand shook, but she felt better as she poured herself the juice. She told herself everything would be fine.

Her relief shattered as the front door slammed shut.

She jumped enough that she dropped her juice on the floor. The cup rattled about in the puddle of liquid. She told herself that the wind did that, but when she arrived at the front door, she found it latched as well. She breathed quickly as she fumbled to unlock it. She managed to get it open a few inches before it slammed shut once again.

Tears streamed down her face as the entity tapped her shoulder several times. He was silently telling her that it was time to be raped again.

Her mind raced. She hadn’t had time to start the video. She wasn’t in the room with the video camera! Fluttershy turned and ran, probably through the entity. She headed towards the stairs as fast as she could run.

It grabbed hold of her tail, and for a moment she ran in place on the wet floor. She knew she couldn’t hit him, but she could try to wriggle free. She twisted and turned in an attempt to wrench her body away from him.

She managed to slip away, and no one could have been more surprised than her that she did. Maybe she only managed it because he expected her to jerk towards the back door instead of the stairs. The victory was short lived however. As soon as she put one foot on the bottom step, he grasped her other foot with his large hands. She fell against the stairs with a squeak and kicked her leg in another attempt to twist away. The closest she got to a kick was flinging her shoe across the room.

Her legs rose off the floor, her whole bottom half lifted. He held each of her thighs so that her legs encircled his hips. She felt his hands reach to unzip her pants before yanking them down, grope her behind again with one hand. He didn’t bother to rip clothing this time. Instead he slid her panties to one side so that she could feel the familiar and horrifying touch of his tip snug against her little puss once more. At least he couldn’t take anything that he hadn’t already.

Except that he could. Rather than push forward into her flower, he slid his tip higher across the cleft of her rump. He slid her panties further aside and pushed his throbbing arousal against her tail-hole instead.

As he moved, she realized that he intended to take her anal virginity as well. That wasn’t merely something that she wanted to save. That was something she never wanted touched. She clawed at the stairs and attempted to pull herself upward with nothing but her fingers as her behind remained suspended helplessly in thin air. Maybe her pants weren't a good idea after all; they'd make it hard to run even if she got loose.

“Please no not there,” she once again begged between her choked sobbing, “Not here! At least take me to my room!”

She screeched as he shoved into her once again, this time into a dry hole that would stay dry through the entire brutal process. Her tight sphincter clenched at his length and she could feel each pulse of arousal. He slammed home repeatedly and the same pains shot through her body like long needles. The smack of his balls against her crotch added to her humiliation and disgust.

Fluttershy’s mind raced. If he put it all in, would it fit? Would it rip her insides and make her bleed internally? No, she realized. The monster clearly wanted more than to have her this once. He wanted her to submit. He wanted to be able to bend her over and have her whenever he wanted. Was he correct? Even if she got the video, could she really overcome her shame enough to ask somepony for help?

He tickled her belly with something agile and narrow-tipped, which she assumed was a tail, and definitely not a pony tail. It tickled her clit and circled her sacred lips several times before it forced its way within. The tail thrust in time with his hips. When one invaded the other pulled free. The tail was thick and scaly, not soft or pliable, and the stabbing pain suddenly doubled. More than she could bear.

But the worst part was that he wanted her to orgasm again. She knew he did; he wanted to train her. She tried and failed to clear her mind and think of something to do. Anything. But all she could do was sob.

It suddenly came to her. He didn’t want to risk injuring her in a way that she could show to someone. She held onto the stairs with one hand as the other fumbled for her shirt pocket and retrieved the pencil that she had signed the apple receipt with earlier. She twisted her whole body back and forth more violently than ever. She turned herself far enough that she could fall against her wing on the stairs. She cracked the pencil as she landed and screeched. She wasn't sure if it sounded like a breaking bone, but he probably didn't know what that sounded like either. At least she hoped he didn't.

At first he held her more tightly, excited by the new round of pointless struggles. But he hesitated when she fell over. He let go of her hips, both his shaft and tail appendage popped free with that lewd pop that she had learned to hate.

She scrambled back to her feet, yanked up her pants, and darted up the stairs before he had time to check her wing or realize she was faking. She couldn't close her destroyed bedroom door and it might not have mattered anyway, so she simply ran to the pile of clothing and fumbled at the record button on her camera.

When he grabbed her again by the back of her collar and dragged her back, she wasn’t sure if she had managed to press the switch. He grabbed one of the clothes in the pile, a pair of sweat pants, and pinned her to the floor. He forced her wings to close and tied the sweat pants around her gut tightly. He used several towels as well to make sure it held both her wings and arms firmly.

She heard the camera thump to the floor, and looked for it while trying to avoid giving away its presence. She didn’t see it before he finished tying her. He pulled her away from the pile of clothing on the bedroom floor back towards the bed. All she could do was sob louder in desperation.

He pushed her onto her back on the bed. He pulled her pants off and threw them aside before he pushed her legs apart once again. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed before he pressed against her once again. He wasted no time and needed little effort to force his way back inside her already defiled hole. His tail rubbed against her slit again and pressed inside. It twisted and writhed in an attempt to 'get her off', but she couldn't hope to feel anything resembling pleasure beneath these stabbing pains.

She had done all she could. She knew that if she failed it was her fault for being stupid. That’s all she was. A stupid burden to her friends, both feral and pony.

He pulled free of her ass suddenly, but she only had a moments hope before he forced his way back into her slit. He took long heavy strokes as his tail continued to screw and tweak against her clit. His hands massaged her breasts once again and all she could do was stare at the patterns of plaster on the ceiling as he freely used her body for whatever pleasure he desired.

He pulled free of her vagina and pressed back into her bottom. His tail moved to drill into her soft slit so that both had returned to their initial task. After a minute, he went back to defile her slit with his shaft again. He did this back and forth to get the most out of her body. She did her best not to squirm as she knew that he would like that, but her body still didn’t cooperate with her and she continued to writhe.

He breathed against her face, the breath strangely room temperature. She wondered if he didn't need to breathe and was doing so as another way to dominate her. She felt his tongue lap up her tears, though new ones replaced them. He pressed his fur-less muzzle against hers as he forced her into a kiss. His tongue explored her maw. He played chase with her tongue as she attempted not to touch him with hers. She managed the nerve to bite, but it was like his tongue vaporized before she hit her mark.

He settled on her slit with his spire as his tail pushed into her tail-hole to twist in and out. Her thighs tensed and she knew what was coming. She shook her head in quiet defiance, but knew it was as inevitable as it had been before. The chorus of lewd sounds from below made her stomach churn, and she finally stopped any attempt to hold it in. She simply wanted him to stop. At least he’d stop.

But her failed effort to relax didn’t affect when it came. She lay and stared at the ceiling so she wouldn’t have to see her breasts undulating beneath his fingers and waited. By the time it hit her eyes had ran out of tears. They were wide and unblinking, her broken soul on display. Her body convulsed around him and he shivered, filled with energy from her body's betrayal.

“You got it now please just leave,” Fluttershy finally squeaked when he held himself inside her for several long minutes. "Please..."

She thought she heard him chuckle, but he did tug free. He untied the knotted clothing holding her still. Not to be nice, no doubt, but because no one could bind themselves such a way on their own. She lay still as he did so, afraid to move lest she do something to earn more humiliation. When he was done, she slowly sat up. She didn’t want to feel at her nethers this time, so pushed her legs together instead. She kept her hands at her side, afraid to move them close.

There was a moist smack against her cheek, and she became ill again at what she knew it was. She pushed her teeth tightly together in the only show of defiance she could make. What the expected didn’t come, for now at least, but there was a voice in the back of her head. It was so subtle that for a second she mistook it for her own thoughts and believed herself gone mad.

“I’ll be back again. And again,” the voice said. It echoed through her soul. “Until you’ve learned your place, cunt.”

Fluttershy didn’t answer, not with her words or her thoughts. Instead she thought of each random thing she could, now terrified that he might learn about the camera through her thoughts. But he said nothing else, and she hoped it was one-way communication.

She waited nearly a half hour before she finally turned to look towards the camera. The slightest sense of relief filled her as she saw the little red light that indicated it had been recording. The camera had fallen onto its side, but was propped up with a shirt and faced such that it probably got at least half a view of her humiliation. At least she had done one thing correctly today.

She did not want to be seen like this again. So she turned off the camera and for now hid it beneath the pile of clothes. She bathed her already sensitive skin yet again, her movements mechanical as she stared at nothing. She washed the clothes she had had on, but couldn't get the stink of her shame out of them. She retrieved medicated bandages from her medical supplies there and wrapped up her crotch, hoping that it would do something to counter the constant ache, and maybe at least annoy him when he attacked her again. She dressed in a normal skirt again, having realized that it makes running easier, though she found her longest one.

After finishing her bandaging in the bathroom, she walked into the hall where she saw Harry and Angel looking at her, guilt in their eyes. They sensed what had happened. The ferals always knew.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized, “It's all my fault. I came home early. I shouldn’t have and I’m a stupid, stupid girl for doing it.”

Harry shook his head and almost reached out to hug her, but thought better of touching her and pulled his arm back again. He folded his hand-claws instead.

Harry said, She could tell he really believed that, and even if she didn't agree, it made her feel a bit better. At least enough that she could look up from the floor.

Angel chattered as he held the camera that contained her shame on video.

“No,” Fluttershy said and teared up again, “I can’t go through with it. I can’t let anypony see that. It’s horrible.”

Angel sighed and clenched the camera in his little hands. His paws tinted red from his intense grip.

the little bunny said and turned to hop down the hall with the camera.

Fluttershy panicked and ran after him, but Angel’s little bunny legs were more agile than anything she could manage when at full health, much less now. She hyperventilated as she stumbled down the stairs, but stopped when she saw him with the front door open. He stood outside of it with the camera.

chattered Angel.

She wanted to get onto him, to scold him, but she looked into those beady eyes and saw he was crying. She realized that now his mischievousness was exactly what she needed.

“Thank you, Angel,” Fluttershy said quietly, “I’ll- I’ll go see Twilight.”

She reached for the camera, but he moved it away from her hand and shook his head. The little one wasn’t about to give her the opportunity to get cold feet.

“Of course,” Fluttershy relented, thankful that Angel was there to give her a push when she needed it, “Let’s go.”