Author's Note

My name is Fireflower and this is my twenty–first My Little Pony fanfic, this time using anthropomorphic canon characters; however, this is also my fifth fic that deals with a heavy subject matter so unless you're in eighteen plus panel, stop right now and hit the back button.

As for continuity and timing, this would be set somewhere after the season four episode, Twilight's Kingdom, hence the circumstances for one of the main characters along with the choice of setting featured in the story.

Anyways, I just want to state for the record that My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belongs to Lauren Faust and Hasbro; also, considering that the fanfic itself is inspired by the aforementioned tumblr comic, all credits should go to Dekomaru instead of me.

Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends.

Rout

The darkness in and of itself had so many properties harbored within it: frigidity and misdirection to all; of course, there was also another quality that was already concealed by the changing atmosphere. With so much as a keen eye, one can especially see some of the colors in many caliginous shades and hues to be seen in there at once; out of these colors, few of which would be most commonly found on the planet. As a matter of fact, the very soil itself alone would even serve to provide such a color capable of provide life to those that dwell around its premises thereof so long as the consumers themselves had remained wary.

With its own colors painting the scenery as if it were being done by a legendary professional draughtsman, the chilling twilight had become rather emphasized at once. The spacious cerulean firmament held up an abundance of twinkling stars platinum traversing along with the birds and bugs against the lustrous bright of the silver moon. Within the dream drop distance of life itself was but a large sea of the brilliant green, each fiber of them in various combinations already creating a bewildering camouflage. The calm gentle breeze traversed throughout the herbage inside of them as the lush landscape remained loud and proud of its structured foundation amongst one another. For every piece of vegetation that dwelled within usually contained a plant capable of providing nourishment or mortality to any living being regardless of the circumstances. Given the immense size of such acreage, it had seem that the probability of finding anyone residing in there was rather nonexistent; then again, life had brewed about nonetheless.

Of all the fauna that were within the forest, two pegasi perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance possessed common traits: a blue coating, some cold shaded pupils, and an utter lack of clothes; of course, there were significant differences. For starters, one of the very mares in question had a darker color scheme and a solid dirty blond mane and tail upon herself whereas the other was of a lighter spectrum and wore a predominantly cerulean set with some snow white edges. Secondly, there was also a slight difference in height between the two pegasi, off by only a few centimeters no less; speaking of length, only the dirty blond had her own tresses running down to the nape of the neckline unlike the other. Third of all, while that one of the mares was already wearing a pair of amethyst orbs upon herself, the other counterpart had two different colors instead: the left iris was already matching its owner’s coat, the right was a lime green. In addition, although that both of the pegasi bore hearts upon their flanks, their own styles were different: the darker one had them in a red outline with a pink filling; the lighter counterpart had a solid blue already shaped like a winged lock.

“It’s all your fault why we lost the bet…” the light blue mare scoffed at the buxom counterpart, covering up her own cleavage with both arms.

The dark blue pegasus shot back, pointing in her lighter counterpart direction “don’t go blaming me! This was all your idea!”

“All you had to do was use your draw four card and we would have won!” the light blue mare growled, “I mean–––”

“We were playing poker!” the dark blue pegasus had yelled, sticking out a middle finger from her left hand.

The light blue mare looked around and had sighed, “anyway, we’ve done our part. Let’s head back.”

“Good…” the dark blue pegasus replied, the sounds of hooting entering her ears, “this forest gives me the creeps…”

“What was that?!” the light blue mare had gasped upon hearing some rustling close by, their collective fury replaced by fear.

The dark blue pegasus answered shakily, “our queue to get out of here! Please t–tell me that’s your heavy breathing…”

“W–wait…” the light blue mare had responded, pausing to listen carefully to the new sound of exhalation, “t–that’s not you…?”

Reluctantly, the two had turned around and were greeted by a horrific sight; despite the darkness, they could feel the fibers of their being crushed. Multiple tubular branches were now restricting and constricting its victims’ very movements, preventing either of the pegasi to identify them. Soon, both mares let out a long bloodcurdling scream that exploded into the atmosphere with no other lifeforms in question coming to their aid.

The nightmare and the very night in where it was born now begun to subside as the echoes of terror followed along, memories of distress notwithstanding. The big blue sky that had harbored the silvery moon and the stars now slowly changed shading, no doubt the progress of the golden sun rising upward. A flock of birds were found to be taking itself to a high level within their new flightpath, singing their hearts out and about as they traveled on and about. Dense moisture of the dewdrops was being formed on the surface upon the many green grasses housing the very flora, overwhelming them all at once. All that was left to complete this very scene was at least a stray pedestrian in any varying state of being traveling throughout the area for whatever reason.

All that remained was a rather tall and large tree in the midst of nowhere; unlike many of the trees, this one was serving as an unconventional form of residence. Its roof already drenched in an abundance of foliage with leaves making an emerald splash and marinated in wet soil save for a dozen vines waving about in sync. All of the windows were completely bathed in a yellow glow, all corresponding to the adjacent birdhouses including a few that were next to a russet door nearby. A short wooden fence had one guiding itself away from the metallic doorknob whereas another pointed to the road constantly taken that was traversing over a lake. On the opposite side of the road, a patch of blue flowers standing out against the brilliant green nearby crystal clear waters, the same ones where burrows remained.

A lone figure had been quickly found to be appearing from the opened windowsills on the left: a butterscotch pegasus stretching arms upward. The resident had long pink tresses that were flowing freely, a mane running past the neckline and tail barely touching the surface underneath. The butterscotch pegasus had worn a long jaded nightgown with a slit on the side that allowed a glimpse of three pink butterflies on the flanks. The resident’s irises were teal, already obscured by the eyelids as they hid away the potential to move heaven and earth at any given opportunity.

Even though that the butterscotch pegasus was accompanied by the abundance of avians nearby, she was unaware the surveillance upon the home. At this very moment in time, the curvaceous resident had now retreated back into her own home almost immediately, gently closing the windows. Though that the butterscotch pegasus was out of sight, it had become rather clear as the day itself that it was only the beginning in the very least. Soon, the resident had stepped out of the house, now clad in a light blue that did a lot more to cover up most of her body than her previous attire.

“EEEEK!” the butterscotch pegasus squeaked as she felt something warm and fuzzy flying into her dress.

As she had tumbled down onto the ground, she couldn’t believe the sight that was responsible for the sudden predicament forced upon herself. The source of the butterscotch pegasus’ troubles had came in the form of a spherical lifeform, covered in every millimeter in darkened hair. Peering at the beleaguered witness were a pair of dark red eyes that had resembled blood despite the rather harmless appearance its owner gave.

The puffy lifeform had already taken refuge in between the butterscotch pegasus’ bosom with a fearful squeak, “ewe…”

“Awww!” she cooed as she had started to take a stand once again, “what an adorable little creature? I’ve never seen a creature like you before? How did you fall from the sky? You don’t seem to have wings… Oh! Hi there, Angel! Look at this creature that fell from the sky! Isn’t it adorable?”

“Hng…!” the titular bunny had squeaked as soon as it hopped over to the butterscotch pegasus’ side, crossing both paws at once.

She had ignored the gesture but responded, “oh Angel, don’t be mean. It was probably dropped by some mean bird who carried it away from its family the poor thing! That’s all the books I have and you’re not in any of them… Maybe I should ask Twilight if she has a book so we can find out what you are and where you’re from. But first. I’m sure you’re hungry let see if I have anything that you might eat.”

The butterscotch pegasus retreated back into the cottage, now accompanied by two animals directly nearby her side along the way as they found the inside of the small tree all hollowed out. The very ligneous ceiling in its entirety had a similar golden sun complete with its own rays, albeit painted in a darker coloring shade and lacking the heat and luster of the real thing outside. Some of the trees’ inner walls were easily filled to the brim with housing provisions fit for other lifeforms like herself albeit much smaller: species, needs, and texture notwithstanding thereof. Standing at the adjacent corners of the very living room in question were but a pair of matching furniture: a chair standing underneath a bookshelf and a couch resting beneath the windowpane. A small flight of stairs were pointing upwardly to the upper floor, possessing a railing on the right side so as to provide safe passage for any living thing traverse to and from there all at once. Resting nearby the ingress were a pair of carpeting that had their fair share of differences thereof: one was but a large and orange quadrangular rug; the other, its small circular pink counterpart. All that remained in the very room were a stony fireplace, some small table, a birdcage, some clocks, and a green drawer that were right inside her home, each capable of providing comfort.

Angel hesitantly went over to the dish of carrots, calm on the outside but thinking in next to no time of the sudden turn of events. The butterscotch pegasus was now standing near a bookshelf with her eyes already targeting a jar of golden liquid directly above. Perching upon the table was the fuzzy creature which was eyeing the homeowner intently with a yawn, slowly sprouting a tentacle.

“Hua…” the red eyed lifeform had hissed as the green branched was nearing upon the butterscotch pegasus, “hehe…”

“EEEEEK!” the homeowner had squeaked again, this time in pain as it was preceded by a shattering crash that shook the ground slightly.

The sudden impact brought by this full force was enough for the white bunny who brandished a wooden sword with a growl, “GRRRRRR!”

“It’s alright, Angel, it was only the honey jar I put on top of the cabinet; I guess I didn’t put it back far enough…” the butterscotch pegasus said as she was now covered in the glass jar’s tacky contents, “oh dear, I’m a mess. But I better clean this up first before someone hurts themselves. Oh! Thank you, Angel. I better clean this honey off before it really gets in my mane.”

The eponymous mammal had traded in his one weapon for a green broom and matching dustpan, quickly turning his attention to the debris. He had started to sweep up the broken glass as carefully as possible, already aware of the golden substance that was mentioned much earlier. Eventually, Angel had come across a rather strange find: there was another liquid lying right upon the floor which was lacking in color.

Then, the white rabbit scurried off to find a hot pink electronic lain upon the ligneous floor, out in the cold distance he had traveled. Finding a nearby button at the side, the darkened screen had now lit up before him, bearing the image of a broad tranquil river bend. With one paw on the glass, Angel was able to devote a small amount of time into pressing upon an icon reminiscent of a typewriter. Sure enough, the white hare had begun pressing some letters right in front of him frantically but carefully, constructing a clear line. Quickly, the line of text that he had created instantaneously disappeared before his eyes, sighing in relief as his limbs started swelling.

“Hey Fluttershy, I came as soon as I got your text message!” a sound was heard too close to their home, music to Angel’s ears despite the brief aria.

It wasn’t long until she had returned to the door, now clad in a small white dress that rivaled her nightclothes from long ago, “oh! Twilight is here already? That’s funny I don’t remember sending her a text message just yet… Thanks for coming by, Twilight. Sorry I’m a little underdressed. Made a bit of a mess earlier.”

The butterscotch pegasus opened the door, greeted by a lone purple alicorn whom was standing outwardly with towers of books behind themselves. The visitor’s mane and tail were predominantly of a darker shade than the coat, save for at least only two lone stripes in a lighter shade than the rest. Twilight’s irises were a balance between two colors that had made her identity significant, the monochrome conformity contrasting the homeowner. The visitor’s attire was simple but more elaborate: a white camisole with wings poking out, a blue skirt barely touching gaskins, and gray shoes.

“It’s alright…” Twilight had replied as she showed Fluttershy the cargo, “I’m glad you asked for my help to identify this mysterious creature from the sky and I brought a few book that I’m sure will help us figure it out.”

“O–oh my…” the butterscotch pegasus had gasped as the purple alicorn brought the vast display of literary wealth right inside the cottage.

Time had passed on through space alongside with the inhabitants whom were drifting aimlessly as the stars amongst the never–ending blackness floated on, each of them to prompt any wayward traveler to harken back to the memories of life when the richest beverage kept their spirits up until their next destination and from the mouth of madness. Of course, time itself was the only thing that remained constant in the ever–changing plane of existence where many variables had came in all shapes and size, coexisting alongside either in unions or divisions thereof as they transcended boundaries without incident to say the least; then again, almost all of them succumbed to the folding sooner or later. This interval however would prove to be a special case since that there were those who have found themselves still standing rather than stumbling and falling to the depths of their failure nonetheless; however, not all of them were doing so as the whole wide world turned on its own axis: out of many of those in question, there was indeed two no less.

As the night had returned, Twilight was the first to be found leaving the very residence while speaking to Fluttershy, “sorry about taking your entire day away. I guess I got carried away. I’ll try the Canterlot library in the morning. I’m sure there must be a book there that’ll tell us about ‘Fur Ball’.”

“It’s no big deal; thank you for trying…” the butterscotch pegasus had responded as the purple alicorn was now walking away from the cottage; soon enough, the former was finally left alone to climb up the stairs, presented by the sight of both the hare and the unknown creature sleeping about yet separated by mere units of distance, “good night, Angel. Good night, Fur Ball.”

The very bedroom within her home was a lot similar to the living room; despite this conformed theme that the two shared, only the former had some differences aside from the matter of size. The ceiling above Fluttershy had possessed a few birdhouse suspended several feet from the ground, each of them the same in terms of color and shape along with their collective purpose. The background, better yet known as the walls that served as the foundation itself, was already surrounded in a rich light yellow, reinforced by the timber frames all along the way presently. The flooring right underneath the butterscotch pegasus’ hooves were all basked in an emerald splash of ligneous planks, bearing more life than their down–to–earth counterparts downstairs. Two different windows were present and standing close by: a square window and its circular counterpart imprinted into the walls as they were nearby the same corner which had been shared. The sleigh bed that was already resting against the adjacent wall, though dyed in a deep blue, donned a thickly hot pink comforter accompanied by a pair of snow white pillows upon itself. There were other items of the matter that were well within her line of sight: a stony fireplace with a few pictures, a green trunk at the bed, a shelf with a lamp on top, and a basket woven cot.

Fluttershy walked on over to the bedside to cast aside her dress and knickers, trading them both for the green lingerie from before. In no small amount of effort whatsoever did the butterscotch pegasus ever even notice that the hairy lifeform was watching her. Of course, Angel was seeing to it that the creature within his sights wouldn’t carry any sort of plan regarding her in the very least.

As soon as Fluttershy was done, she had climbed into bed and turned of the light; now the bedroom had been thrown into the clutches of darkness. Even though that golden silence lodged into the cottage that was none of than the butterscotch pegasus’ home, not all lifeforms remained still. In the nearly present void, the white rabbit whom rested upon the corner of the bed now stared intently at the other creature across the room. Only he was alone, paying attention to the movements that the puffy lifeform had made earlier today especially given the circumstances then. Under no condition whatsoever was Angel going to let this very creature do as it wishes, let alone anything in the very least regarding her.

Despite the bunny’s strenuous efforts to patrol the sedentary lifeform’s activities, or lack thereof, it didn’t take long until the void had taken sight. Efforts being made by him to stay awake and maintain surveillance upon the small corner of the very wall upfront were slowly becoming in vain. Lingering on, seconds turned to minutes as Angel had struggled to not lose focus on the situation presently even as the eyelids were now closing in. To even consider the sheer possibility of slumbering about for but a small amount time thereof was tantamount to defeat in the hare’s eyes alone. At long last, he too had currently succumbed to the strain and slept alongside Fluttershy almost immediately, his eyes now seeing only darkness.

In this very matter, it would seem that Angel would finally get some sleep already, much like the butterscotch pegasus before him. Of course, the white rabbit felt his ears standing on endwise as they were treated to the sound of creaking originating from below. Taking a hop upwardly, he had instantaneously noticed that the creature in the small basket was gone, a sight that drove him out. Already disturbed, Angel had hopped downstairs to find an opened door; sure enough, as soon as he had gone outside, he was caught.

Before long, a pair of panties was found to be wrapped around the bunny’s face, taking him by surprise as he was dragged back in. In no small amount of effort whatsoever, he had now found himself in the living room once more with feelings of shock and outrage. Despite Angel’s efforts to regain control and mobility, his resistance was futile; no doubt the work of that lifeform from before.

“Gwar hwa hwa hwa…” the puffy creature had growled quietly in delight as its own slowly growing tentacles were now etching all upon her body, turning over to unveil the hidden form as the nightgown itself was being pulled upward gently so as not to raise some form of suspicion when they had attempted to take hold.

Fluttershy turned back around but remained asleep, unaware of her state of dishabille brought upon by the very lifeform which had still continued its efforts; suddenly, as soon as its appendages wrapped around her bust, she opened her eyes and yawned, “hmm… Is something the matter Fur Ball? Wah! F–Fur Ball!? F–Fur Ball! What are you doing!? Aha! M–Milk!? Ah!”

“Gwaaaarl…!” the aforementioned creature snarled as soon as the butterscotch pegasus had turned the light back on, now greeted by the sight of its newly increased size and state as she realized what had become of her clothing and blanket, quickly restrained by the former’s tentacles so that the latter won’t escape, “Raawl…!”

She felt her heart race as the lifeform’s body grew appendages and used them to bring her closer on from the bed, tearing away the nightgown. Fearing the worst being to come from seconds away, Fluttershy closed her eyes at once only to feel something wet and slithery upon herself. Fur Ball started tickling the butterscotch pegasus’ nubbins before latching upon the enormous cleavage, squeezing them tightly all at once. As soon as some creamy liquid was found to be escaping from her, she had felt the two tentacles upon her torso instantly turning into suctions. It didn’t even take long for the fuzzy creature in question to just start draining its very contents all away from Fluttershy almost immediately. Needless to say, the butterscotch pegasus had felt another appendage sliding right in between her legs, blushing about in a more deeper shade. She had now learned that Fur Ball entered her body almost instantaneously, her arduous struggle rapidly increasing all at once in such difficulty. The fact that Fluttershy was found to be completely powerless was overwhelming and yet not so much as a single drop escaped from her eyes.

“Mmph… rrrgh…!” the hare grunted beneath.

It didn’t take long until the butterscotch pegasus burned brightly as she had thought to herself silently in retreat, “what is happening to me!? My body is acting weird! I’ve never felt this before! It feels so wrong… But yet… I don’t want it to stop! Am I really enjoying this!? I… I can’t control myself! I’m about to… AAHAA!”

Sure enough, she had found herself released from the monstrous lifeform’s tight grip, basting in the thin layer of amalgamated fluid upon the bedside. Dissolved almost completely, Fluttershy had felt her strength escaping her body as she was found lying back on the very comforter almost immediately. For what it was worth, the butterscotch pegasus could not help but at least pant and moan from the entire ordeal, courtesy of none other than Fur Ball.

“Rrrrown…!” the enlarged creature had sighed in satisfaction as it attempted to climb out of the window, only to be restrained at once, “roww…?”

“Do you think I’m just going to let you get away with that; I was being kind and gentle with you and this is how you treat me?” she had said sternly, snagging onto the slithery tentacle nearby herself rather stiffly.

Fur Ball had turned around to find that Fluttershy was refusing to let go of its body, letting out a confused gurgle, “gwo…?”

“Oh… this will not do… because I am not satisfied yet!” the butterscotch pegasus laughed as she pulled the shuffling lifeform back to her slowly, using the opportunity to bring the former in the latter’s sights directly, “oh yes! Keep struggling, Fur Ball! You just make mommy want it more! Now just turn around and look at mommy, sweetie~ Now you’re all mine, baby! Now you will pleasure me until I’m satisfied! Even if it takes all night! I don’t think any stallion can handle my wild side, so I never bothered to try to get one in bed because of it. But you on the other hand, seem like you’d know how to deal with a wild girl. Now try to tame me~”

“Rrrrll…” the titular being gurgled, entranced by her beguiling stance as she had then presented her own body freely.

Sure enough, it had started to happen so quickly, the current situation became obvious enough to be realized when Fluttershy had started feeling one of its appendage squirm in her sheath again. With each passionate and heavy breath coming outward from the butterscotch pegasus’ mouth, the hairy creature started restraining her hooves while remaining focused onto the target’s body. She didn’t care about it that much other than the fact that she felt another tentacle now inside her fundament; soon, she slowly felt herself being almost wrapped up in Fur Ball’s grip once more. While this was going on and about, Fluttershy had realized that the enthralled lifeform was now leaving behind some more of that achromatic substance in the entire ordeal without even a care. Feelings of pleasure had started to grow upon the butterscotch pegasus as each movement made herself moan, the texture of its appendages now upon her bosom being affected in the process. Heavy breathing and panting had followed each passing second and she had felt Fur Ball now inside of her body at once, quickly bringing herself to a sensual pinnacle almost immediately.

Fluttershy felt the momentum increase as she had moaned loudly, “AH! AH! Yes! Give me more! Ah! Ah! Harder! Milk me like a cow! Ahhh! Yes! More! Give me everything you got! Ah! Ah! Harder!!! Faster!! Don’t hold back! I want it all!”

Adhering to the whole reply, the fuzzy creature had then planted another tentacle right into the butterscotch pegasus’ mouth and slid in and out of her body; before long, she was now soaking about upon the bed, panting and moaning about. Drained of energy, Fur Ball returned to its normal size slowly but surely, its appendages sliding back from her body and into its own almost instantaneously, blinking eyes to break away from the enamored state it had found itself thrust upon. Vitally, the regressed lifeform turned to the opened window nearby Fluttershy and had mustered up the remaining strength within to jump on out of there, just as he had finally climbed back up the stairs, currently freed from the restraint.

“Rraagh…!” Angel growled as he now had a bat in his paws, only to find that the butterscotch pegasus was alone again naturally, “rru…?”

Needless to say, the white rabbit had taken note of her unclothed and wet form, hopping over to the discarded comforter and returning it over the latter’s body. Overlooking the fact that he was aware of what befallen Fluttershy earlier, he couldn’t take the risk to just go back to sleep willingly, not after what occurred. The butterscotch pegasus was way too vulnerable to be left alone so the only option that was left for Angel was to return to surveillance until morning arrived.

Of course, the moon and the stars outside their living quarters had disappeared over time much like what had happened yesterday like usual. While that outside dimensions hadn’t changed whatsoever in the very least, she and the bunny would be quick to notice the preceding events. Nevertheless, the light of the golden sun passed on through the open window, causing him to fall back onto the bed where Fluttershy had slept.

Speaking of which, the butterscotch pegasus rose from the bed once more, seemingly untouched by last night’s events as she went to the mirror.

“What a weird dream… but… if it was just a dream, why am I not wearing my nightgown… unless… oh dear; who could that be?” she yawned as the sounds of knocking went into her ears, breaking her concentration from the reflection.

Grabbing a purple housecoat nearby, Fluttershy trotted downstairs to answer the door; after she was finished covering herself up, her response was found: a stallion in uniform. He was a hot red unicorn with a blond spiky mane and tail, a stark raving contrast to both the butterscotch pegasus right upfront and her very friend Twilight from yesterday. The new visitor had worn some eyes of green, stripped of all emotions save for a few in the very least: exhaustion and apprehension circling around despite having been reeled in. The red unicorn’s uniform was very simplistic to a fault: the dark blue shirt and some matching pants accompanied by a black belt and boots, topped off with a small gold badge.

He had said to her almost instantaneously, “sorry to bother you so early in the morning, Ms. Shy. I’m Officer Spellblade and I have an urgent message for you. Two nights ago, two young ladies were sexually assaulted by a monster in the Everfree Forest. Since you live very close to the forest, we figured you should know for your safety. They described the monster as being big and hairy with multiple slimey green tentacles. If you see anything like that, lock your doors and windows and call 911 immediately.”

“Oh my… I will, officer; thank you…” Fluttershy said to the uniformed unicorn before he had left her alone; at this point Angel went by, “I think I got a little too rough with Fur Ball last night and scared him off. Do you think he’ll ever do that to another mare from now on? Well if he does, he better make sure he comes back to me. I’m gonna need more satisfaction sooner or later…”

It was at this particular moment, the butterscotch pegasus bared her bust freely, giggling lightly as some white fluid escaped slowly.