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Chapter 4 - Fluttershy's Testimony

Chapter 4: Fluttershy's Testimony

In order for you to truly understand this story, I have to reveal something about myself to you. You see, I'm not just an animal caretaker.

You're not?

Taking care of animals is my passion, and I want to be able to do that for the rest of my life, but… it's not that great of a job for paying bills. No, for that, I have another job. I'm not sure if you're ready to know about this, but…

Fluttershy, with all due respect, I'm offering to KILL a pony for you.

Point. Alright then. You see, my second job is…

Fluttershy moaned loudly, gripping the bed sheets as her latest client thrust into her. One of her more frequent clients, Prince Blueblood, was today. She loved it when he called her, for a number of reasons. One, he paid very well for her services, usually asking for the full package. Two, he was really big, and was really good in bed. And three, unlike how he was with Rarity, he was quite a gentleman with Fluttershy.

Until they got in the bed, which suited Fluttershy just fine.

He gripped her mane tightly, and whispered into her ear, “Inside, or outside?”

“Inside!” Fluttershy moaned. A few seconds later, he released his hot seed into her with a loud groan. This caused a wave of pleasure to shoot through Fluttershy as she came along with him. After both of them came down, they laid down on Blueblood's bed together.

“That… was wonderful!” Blueblood said with a relaxed smile.

“I'm happy that you enjoyed yourself, Blueblood,” Fluttershy said snuggling in close next to him.

“You're truly an amazing mare, Madam Butterfly,” Blueblood said, using her title when on the clock, “I've never seen a pony that actually enjoys this line of work.”

“Well, why wouldn't I enjoy it?” Fluttershy asked, “Especially when I get to spend nights with ponies as sweet as you.”

Blueblood laughed a bit, “Well, sweet now, thanks to your help. Thank you again for coming to see me.”

“You're quite welcome, Blueblood,” Fluttershy moved to lay on top of him and looked him in the eyes, “Anytime you need me, just call and I'll be there.”

With that, Fluttershy leaned in and kissed Blueblood, the powerful white stallion wrapping his arms around her as they kissed. She could feel the relief radiating off of him. Just having someone show him a bit of love helped him immensely. That was all she cared about. That, and the 500 bits he paid her.

You're a PROSTITUTE?!

Well… I prefer the title “Escort”, but… yes. I am. It's not something that a lot of ponies know about me, but it's how I pay my bills, especially with the Animal Sanctuary.

You mentioned that you enjoyed it. Um… I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around anypony WANTING to be in that field.

All ponies need to feel loved. Love, and even sex, are important things that no pony should have to be without. The problem is that some ponies have no means of actually getting that. They're not in relationships, can't GET a relationship for whatever reason, or might be with a partner that isn't loving in that way. That's where I come in. Ponies pay me, and I give them the feeling of love and adoration, and yes, sex as well.

Huh… that's interesting.

Also, the benefits of having sex are well documented. Ponies that are sexually active are calmer, are sharper thinkers, more creative, and are even healthier. Why SHOULDN'T ponies be able to get that?

Wow… I guess that does make sense. When you explain it like that, you're giving ponies something wonderful.

Also, this has done wonders for my self esteem. I'm more confident, I feel sexier, and I've been able to speak up more and be myself. Becoming “Madam Butterfly” has been the best thing that could have happened to me.

So if that's true, where does Silver Streak come into play?

He started out as one of my clients. He was new, and asked for the full package. Normally I research new clients' backgrounds ahead of time before I take on a new job, but for some reason I skipped that this time. He was already well known in the media for his flight team, so I stupidly figured… I'd just take a chance. And… I paid for it…

She already got a bad vibe from this. Normally she liked to meet in higher class places, but Silver Streak had given her the address of what was more of a rundown motel. Why was the leader of a flight team meeting her here?

Maybe she should have asked Discord to look into this stallion for her. Oooh, it was too late now though. She was here, and her client was expecting her to show. Wearing her sexy red dress, matching high heels, long red trench coat and large hat, Fluttershy walked over to the room that was said to be his and knocked on the door. A second later, the white coat and gray maned Silver Streak opened the door.

“Whoa! This is a surprise,” Silver Streak said with a smirk, “I wasn't expecting Kindness on the Council of Friendship to be Madam Butterfly. I mean, Generosity maybe, but this is a surprise.”

She wasn't sure how she felt, hearing him talk about one of her closest friends and calling her essentially a slut. Still, she shrugged it off.

“You payed for the full package,” Fluttershy said, “That means you want this to be an actual date with sex at the end, right?”

“Well…” Silver Streak looked to the side smirking, “Why don't you come in and make yourself comfortable?”

“Um… I don't know,” Fluttershy felt really uncomfortable with this for some reason.

“Is something wrong?” Silver Streak asked caressing her cheek, “I payed for the full package, so that means I get the date of my choice, right?”

“I-I mean, I guess it could be interpreted that way,” Fluttershy said looking to the side. Actually the description of the full package was “client gets to go on a date with me at a location of their preference, followed by sex at the end”. Still, if he wanted to spend time in his room for a bit, that was okay.

Silver Streak guided Fluttershy into the simple room and closed the door. When she heard the door lock behind her, her heart leaped out of her chest. He then walked behind her and took off her coat and hat.

“You smell very, Fluttershy,” he whispered into her ear, “That's your name, right?

“I mean, it is,” Fluttershy said, “But I prefer to be called Madam Butterfly when on-” she gasped as Silver Streak grasped her breasts tightly.

“Mmmm, you have such lovely breasts, Fluttershy,” Silver Streak said groping her.

“U-um… this is typically the last thing we-”

“Are you saying no to me?” Silver Streak asked with a dangerous edge, “I paid in full already, didn't I Fluttershy?”

She really wished he'd stop using her real name like that. Even Blueblood knew to call her by her work name when they were together, and they were practically friends now. But, he was right. He did pay already.

“Um… I-I mean… y-yes, but…”

“See, I have very specific sexual desires,” Silver Streak whispered as he continued to grope Fluttershy's left breast, “I was hoping that tonight, you'd help me with that. That's what you do, right? You help ponies with their sexual needs?”

Again with the misinterpretations. She helped ponies by offering to give them an “experience”. But… that could have been interpreted as how he said it, so…

“Um… that is my job, I guess, it's just-”

“Perfect,” he threw her onto the bed, and then reached to the side drawer. He then pulled out a pair of handcuffs, and used them to bind Fluttershy to the head board of the bed. This was beginning to make her super uncomfortable! She wasn't opposed to rougher play or fetishes, but she preferred to know ahead of time.

“I'm not sure how I feel about this!” Fluttershy cried pulling at the handcuffs binding her, “Um, could you please-” he smacked her on the flank hard cutting her off.

“Don't. Speak,” he commanded, “Right now, you're mine to do with as I please,” he then silenced her with a red ball gag, “And I plan on enjoying this to the fullest.”

Fluttershy closed her eyes and started crying. He called her so he could rape her! What resulted was the roughest, most degrading sexual experience she had on the job. He kept her handcuffed to the bed the whole time, only adjusting her bindings, but never once letting her go. He also took her multiple times, and much to her dismay she actually did cum at least two of those times. All the while, she kept crying, pulling at her bindings and trying to beg him to release her.

But he ignored her the whole time.

It wasn't empowering. It was degrading. He kept calling me a slut, and made an absolute mess of me. When he was done, he threw me out of his room and forced me to fly home, dress, mane, and tail in disarray, and covered in his cum. I felt so filthy and used.

Oh… my God…

That wasn't even the only time he came for me either. After the first night, he came to my cottage a few days later and…

“W-why are you here…?” Fluttershy asked backing away from the door of her house. It was daytime, and she was in her normal attire, yet here was Silver Streak, walking into her cottage like he belonged there.

“I just thought I'd come to see where you lived,” he said looking around, “For a slut, you have a really nice cottage.”

“You need to leave!” Fluttershy commanded, “Right now!”

“See, I'm not sure I want to,” Silver Streak said closing the door and locking it, “I was thinking that maybe we could have an encore of the other night.”

“No!” Fluttershy commanded, “First off, in the daytime, I'm not Madam Butterfly, and second off, you can't just come in here unannounced like this!” she backed up against a wall as Silver Streak walked closer to her, “N-now, I'm going to tell you one more time to-” he back handed her in the face.

“Shut up,” he said sternly, “Now I came here for you, and I expected you to show a little more gratitude.”

“How… dare you!” Fluttershy cried shoving him away from her, “That's it! I'm calling the guard on-” Silver Streak grabbed her by the wrist, turned her around, and roughly held her to the wall. He then proceeded to unbutton her jeans and stuck his fingers right inside of her.

“You're gonna pay for shoving me, bitch,” Silver Streak seethed, “It's time I showed you your place!”

Then came the second assault, this time in broad daylight in her own home. He only took her once, but he made sure that it was rough, raw, and leave her a mess just like last time. Afterward, he left her on the floor, and threw a few bits down next to her.

“Thanks for the fuck,” Silver Streak said with a sneer, “We'll have to do this again.”

With that he left her house. Now alone, she laid on the ground and cried harder than she'd cried in years. After an unknown period of time, her door swung open again, and somepony ran to her side.

“Oh my God! Fluttershy!” Twilight cried scooping her up, “What happened?! Who did this to you?!”

She could barely speak. All she could do was sob in Twilight's arms.

Eventually, I did tell Twilight what happened. She was horrified, and immediately had him arrested.

But… he's still harassing you. That means…

I think you know where this is going…

Fluttershy felt so small right now, sitting next to the judge being questioned by Silver Streak's lawyer. While her friends were all there to support her, including Blueblood, they could only do that. None of them were witnesses to the main assault, and they were too biased. Even Applejack was deemed as such.

Therefore, none of them could help Fluttershy with this part.

“Tell the court what your occupation is, Miss Fluttershy,” the Lawyer said pacing back and forth.

“I… work as an animal caretaker…” Fluttershy said softly.

“Mmm, but what is your second job?” the Defense Lawyer asked.

“Objection!” Fluttershy's Lawyer, the prosecutor shouted, “Your Honor, relevance to the rape?”

“Sustained,” the judge said, “Are you going somewhere with this?”

“Yes, Your Honor,” the Defense Lawyer said, “Allow me to rephrase the question,” he leaned in close to Fluttershy, “It is true that you're a prostitute, and that you were hired by my client?”

She closed her eyes tightly shedding tears, “Y-yes…”

“Tell me, what did my client pay for?”

“He… paid for the… the full package…” Fluttershy felt her heart drop. She could almost feel the judgment coming from the jury.

“And… what does this full package entail?”

“It… allows my clients to… get the full experience…” Fluttershy explained, “I take them on a date… of their choosing, and-”

“A date of their choosing,” he repeated cutting her off, “So it's safe to say that you willingly give control to the client?”

“Y-yes, but that doesn't give him the right to-”

“You consented to allowing my client to have sex with you in the manner of his choosing, did you not?”

“I-I mean, yes, for THAT night,” Fluttershy pressed, “But then he came to my house and-”

“My client told me that he paid you for your services,” the Lawyer said with a confident smirk, “Was this a lie? Or did he not leave money right before he left.”

“H-he did, but-”

“No further questions, Your Honor,” the Defense Lawyer said sitting down next to Silver Streak, who kept smirking the whole time at her. Fluttershy rushed over to her Lawyer and cried in his arms. The only thing that could be done was wait for the jury to come to a decision.

With how fast said decision was reached though, Fluttershy already knew the outcome.

“Has the jury reached a verdict?” the judge asked.

“We have, Your Honor,” the head juror said standing up, “We the jury, find the defendant… not guilty.”

“WHAT?!” Rainbow Dash shouted.

“The hell he ain't guilty!” Applejack seethed.

“Your Honor, you can't be serious!” Rarity cried.

“Order! Order!” the judge slammed the gavel on his desk, “The jury has spoken. Court is dismissed!”

With that, the court emptied out. Fluttershy couldn't stop crying. Even when her friends gathered around her, she was inconsolable. She looked back at Silver Streak, who shook hands with his lawyer, and then smirked at Fluttershy. Now she was trapped.

After that, he began calling me more often, to the point where he'd monopolize my time with other clients. Every session with him is torture, but I can't fight him. If I resist, he'll go after my animals, or even ME.

So… you just go to him whenever he calls?

I'm not strong like my friends are. Besides, I've exhausted all of my other options. The only reason I don't just kill myself is because the Council of Friendship needs me.

“What about Discord?” Sweetie Belle asked sitting next to Fluttershy on a nearby stone.

“He wanted to torture Silver Streak for her actions,” Fluttershy admitted looking down, “But he made a pact with the Princesses that he'd never use his magic on another living pony again.”

That made sense. It would be too easy for him, and there was always the risk that he'd return to his old ways. Still, she could only imagine how Discord felt, knowing that his best friend was in turmoil and not being able to do anything but watch.

“This is my only option,” Fluttershy sobbed, “Either the Dark Brotherhood kills him, or…”

“Fine,” Sweetie Belle said, “I'll do it.”

Fluttershy stopped and turned to Sweetie Belle in shock, “Are you… sure…?”

“There's no other solution, right?” Sweetie Belle turned to Fluttershy, “You summoned the Dark Brotherhood, and well, I don't think they'll mind if I just take this job personally," especially if she used her free kill for it.

“Sweetie Belle… does Rarity know that you're-”

“No, she doesn't,” Sweetie Belle said sternly, looking Fluttershy dead in the eyes. After a moment, Fluttershy nodded.

“Then, I won't tell her,” Fluttershy said, “After you've… done it, please come back to me.”

“I will,” Sweetie Belle said with a nod, “The Dark Brotherhood accepts your request.”

“Thank you,” Fluttershy said smiling a bit in relief, “Thank you so much.”

Sweetie Belle simply turned and walked out of the Everfree Forest, back to her home. Tomorrow was a school day, and apparently Silver Streak was supposed to be speaking at her school. She read him then.

As she returned home, she let her mind wander to the request she heard, and how she felt. The scary thing was, she didn't feel the least bit guilty for wanting to kill him. After all, he hurt someone close to her.

I hate you, Silver Streak.

I'm going to make sure you're death is slow, and painful.