Author's Note

Hi there; it's me, Fireflower here once more with an electric feel ready with a new chapter of Harmonious Repetitions Twofold on the way: suffice to say, the past chapters from earlier were by far a strong note for y'all and it'll only be a taste of what's to come later on as I write them all them at my fingertips, especially since this one has that taste and then some.

As usual, My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic, including its settings and characters belong to ––– you know what? Fk it; you've made it this far so there's no use in me repeating what I had said before in the disclaimers, especially after what y'all had gone through.

However, let me say that I hope you can be surprised about this chapter now more than the others before it and still have the strength to continue on in staying tuned through the passing times; on the other hand, considering what took place earlier in the story, I also happen to have uploaded another one for you all to skip ahead to spare your feelings.

Confinement

The darkness in and of itself had possessed 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 colors capable of providing life to those dwelling around its premises thereof so long as the consumers themselves had remained wary.

With its own colors all painting the scenery as if it were being done by a legendary professional draughtsman, the chilling twilight had become rather emphasized at once. The greatly spacious midnight firmament had held up a rather utter lacking of any twinkling light whatsoever alongside the birds and bugs which sounded off here and there. 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 bewildering camouflages. The calm gentle breeze traversed all 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 dwelt within usually contained one plant capable of providing nourishment or mortality to any living being regardless of circumstances. Given the immense size of such acreage, it’d have seemed that the probability of finding anyone residing in there was rather nonexistent; then again, life had brewed about.

Of all the fauna that were within the forest, a lone woman was found to be lying against the dark wood to no end in sight whatsoever to say the very least. She had possessed a skin that was one of the fairest within the land and beyond, her very coating reminiscent of a lemon chiffon in a milky lighter shade. The woman’s face had borne a few cuts and bruises with darkened bags underneath her eyelids, dry and devoid of any blood leaking outward nonetheless. She had donned long locks of hot pink tresses that ran right past the nape of her neckline before stopping at the midsection, adorned with a white barrette. The woman was wearing a long teal dress that was picturing a harmony of butterflies of different shapes flying on away from the frilled lime green edge.

“Angel… please come back…” she was muttering about, feeling of hesitation and trepidation currently already dwelling within her voice.

It didn’t take long until the woman awoke to purity, eyelids quickly flying open to find some teal shining brightly like crazy diamonds in the rough capable of moving heaven and earth. At this point, she had started to arise from her current station only to find what had awaited her all up in front at once; suffice to say, the gathering possibilities were far from benign. The woman was on her toes, her bare feet already touching the soil as she had remained wary of the environment thereof that was brimming with dangers within, hidden and otherwise.

As she was done surveying the dark forest therein, she had suddenly heard a voice entering her two ears, “Fluttershy…”

“Huh, who said that; where are you…?” the eponymous observer had replied as she looked on all around from where she was standing, “please don’t hurt me…!”

“It’s okay, just follow mah voice…” a reply was heard, firm and solid compared to the woman’s confusion that she had possessed within herself.

Nevertheless, she had remained apprehensive considering the current situation thereof, finding the choice to move cautiously around. In spite of the near lacking of predators hungering for Fluttershy’s flesh, the option to wait it out was an extremely absurd idea at large. The timid woman was able to smell the fresh clear air all around herself as she had finally started walking onward rather immediately. Only the ever present threat of dying altogether had kept her two legs moving to and fro with the occasional stopping points here on out. Staying out of harm’s way completely was a dominant thought which was permeating already throughout Fluttershy’s fragile mind. Resting adjacently to it was a set direction that the woman had finally made as she had moved onward through the darkened woods. Slowly but surely, she had instantaneously felt the textures underneath her own dainty feet had changed: from the grass to the dirt. Fluttershy was newly aware of that particular fact thereof as she had been running amongst the very forestry nevertheless so to speak. The timid woman who had kept breathing got frantic before dangerously teetering to the end of the surrounding flora that was barren.

Needless to say, she had stumbled out of the forest and into what had seemed to be an open field out in front of her, unharmed but not unscathed. Fluttershy took her time to catch her breath as she was paying attention to the very darkness all around her, a double–edged sword etched in her. While that the timid woman was literally out of the woods, the sheer threat of danger had refused to subside for her in the very least whatsoever. Resting right as her side were a series of more rundown fields becoming choked up by a surplus of overgrowth that were all gnarly and twisted.

Fluttershy soon found the strength to stand upward again and had whimpered aloud, “I’m out of the forest now; please tell me: where are you…?”

“Ah am nearby, Fluttershy…” an answer was heard going into the aforementioned woman’s ears yet again, “now, stay off of the darkened trail…”

“Alright, I’ll try…” she had replied slowly already minding the dirt trail nearby her dirtied feet as she was backing away.

It didn’t take much time for a lump to form within Fluttershy’s throat as she then kept silent to avoid attracting any attention at all in the very least. The growing uncertainty being held up all around the timid woman was enough to keep her very guard up; although she was alone, it wasn’t enough. After all, the otherwise encroaching darkness had already reminded her of what was at stake; any deviation or hesitation whichever form meant death. Lining up right between the borders of the forestry and the open fields altogether, Fluttershy had trudged onward vigilantly in the process to no end. Yet, the timid woman felt her endurance escaping from underneath her legs as the rapidly dirtied soles had started attracting some pebbles and leaves.

Soon, without any warning whatsoever, a rapid percussion of artillery thundered throughout the skies, sending her down onto the ground immediately. Little did Fluttershy had known, she had just tumbled upon a rather large object that was resting right underneath her lightweight form at this moment. Given the very size altogether, it was perhaps safe to say that the subject the timid woman had stumbled upon had reminded her of another person. Unlike her delicate form thereof, the individual’s body was broader and taller, reminding her of the sizeable trees from before that she had rested upon. Already donning carroty hair, the subject in question was wearing some heavy dark clothes that were covering up most of the owner’s skin all at once. One aspect that was standing out and about the most however was a growing puddle of crimson liquids that had formed right beneath its owner’s body.

The fact that Fluttershy had stumbled across what had seemed to be a cadaver made both of the teal eyes contracted with shock, her jaw dropping open almost instantaneously as the lemony skin throughout her very body had grown paler than ever before; just as she was about to scream at what had been considered to be a horrifying sight of the worse, the latter spoke, “Fluttershy…”

“Wha…!” the titular woman gasped as she jumped back from the bleeding body, “somebody help us…!”

“Never mind me; just go… hurry…!” the cadaver had grunted, suddenly struggling on to move around from a facedown position before her eyes.

It didn’t take long for a weapon to be pulled out but it wasn’t pointed at Fluttershy directly as its owner attempted to take aim in the opposite direction. As the cadaver began to focus in onto the first object to be targeted, a storm of bullets shot into mobile body before the trigger could even be pulled. Not long after, the woman watched as the individual before herself ended up bleeding profusely in the whole ensuing mess of things they both were in. Surely, the cadaver had become a much worse sight than before: lacerations bored into the torso, a right arm reduced to a stump, and eyeballs no more.

The sudden death of the being that had lain at her side suddenly made her break down into tears, covering both eyes as she wept on and about, “that man died saving me from being killed and yet I should have been better off put to death instead. He was too great of a man to just lay down his life just to do that, let alone go to the trouble of comforting me… I’ve betrayed Zuul’s kindness and now he’s nowhere to be found; I found Big Macintosh and now he’s dead, just like Swain…! Good lot of sleeping with him did for me; I should have tried harder in convincing Twilight to save me from the dreaded electric chair! Had I never given up my virginity to anyone whatsoever, those awful men would have never considered accusing me of killing all those innocent people. Somehow, I’m beginning to wonder why I was being picked for the whole experiment; was being at that monster of a man’s trial enough for such an unfortunate fate…?”

“No, not at all…!” a beastly growl had penetrated Fluttershy’s ears, causing her to turn around at once, “it’s because you were weak…!”

The minute the woman had done so, a large fist had then made contact with her face that sent the female down onto the ground completely. The sudden impact had quickly left her into a temporary daze, not helped by the recent memory of the newly debased corpse near her side. Teal eyes were awoken to find a crowd of darkly figures now surrounding Fluttershy all at once, bearing clear teeth within the barren faces.

“How could you do this to me?!” the timid woman had spat out in pain as she stared at them instantaneously.

One of the shadowy beings, a rather large one, edged forward towards her and had answered within only seconds, “does it even matter; did their lives matter: Zuul whom you have loved the most or Big Mac whom loved you the most? Nevertheless, they had both paid a great price for your services as you will for ours here; after all, this should be a fair trade.”

Fluttershy backed away from them only to find a large tree currently blocking her path already; this made her scared but she had squeaked, “NO, I rather not… this is my body; nobody has the right to use me when I don’t want to…!”

“Quite the contrary, Flutterslut: you had lost the right to your own body when you sold it for your own freedom…” the larger figure had slowly growled as it was currently lurking onward to the woman with but a lone lecherous leer, “it’s kind of humorous that a whore such as yourself would give up your own virginity for some second chance at living…”

“Don’t you dare: I’ve grown to love Zuul and I loved Big Mac; but, the one I don’t love is you!” she had snapped back in anger.

The lone shadow had snarled in return, “and yet, it isn’t unconditional: you had wavered between cheating on one but you refuse me; interesting…”

“I don’t know you at all…!” Fluttershy had spat out, quickly finding the strength to stand back upward, “you’re just another stranger…!”

“But so was that man yet you were quick to view him like another monster, just like the Prime Minister…” the larger figure had retorted.

The woman started to falter again but maintained her composure and said back to the leading shadow, “exactly… he’s just a big meanie who turned our home into a playground of his own making and that bastard of a father was no different, killing his own wife over some encounter with another man…!”

“Ah yes, Joyce Prudence, a lovely mother and a saint, a fat lot more that can be said about you: even you of all people know that this wouldn’t have happened without harlots such as yourself…” the larger figure snorted about at her as the others moved onward, closing in at the latter, “this is all your fault that they’re dead, including that child of yours who could’ve befriended her…”

“That’s not true; Persimmon Tart deserved to die instead of her and I hope he rots in Tartarus…!” Fluttershy shot back with rising rage.

Soon, the shadow’s grin grew wider and then its owner chuckled darkly, “lies from the likes of you…? It’s no wonder why your boyfriend doesn’t trust you anymore, let alone love you; but we love you, we love you so fucking much…”

“What?!” the woman exclaimed at once, caught off–guard by the retort, “what are you talking about…?”

“We love you: we couldn’t be here without you… let me kiss you…” the large figure had slurped before a dark red tongue slowly curled out from its owner’s smile in full view for the rose haired observer herself.

With little warning whatsoever, Fluttershy was speedily being assaulted with it as the shadow started to lock lips with her own. Caught up in its caustic taste, the large figure had wrapped its arms around the woman tightly, restraining her movement already. She closed her eyes as her attacker’s tongue became more active within her mouth, quickly absorbing the searing hot dolor. The libidinous shadow grew more eager as Fluttershy’s eyelids became forced back open, seeing its face now adorned with blood. The overwhelming agony within the woman’s mouth came close to drowning her until she was thrown off from the figure’s grip.

She coughed up a lot more and spat the concoction onto the ground underneath her as she had groaned, “what are you?!”

“Your best entertainment…” Fluttershy’s attacker answered as a pair of hands was now upon her teal dress, tearing it all aside to reveal an emerald splash consisting of a brassiere and some knickers upon her dainty form, “now then…”

“Don’t you dare…!” the woman shrieked only to have her mouth covered up with a wayward hand as her very panties were quickly removed.

Assuming the worst, she struggled to stand on her feet once more with feeling, only to find the weight of the large figure crashing down upon her. Fluttershy’s eyes constricted when she had felt something enter her body, bearing a rough and spiky texture pressing onward without any warning. The shadow extended its reach with long arduous strokes all the way in and out within little time as their skin galled off one another in pulp fiction. The timid woman started struggling about all at once but her attacker’s arms still held on without any a concern for her own well–being whatsoever. Although that her eyes were focused in onto the bark of the tree, the picture of the large figure was burned in her mind with every interval thereof.

With Fluttershy now shedding some tears profusely, the shadow reached towards her ears and gave off a careless whisper, “you feel despair with pain, powerless so to speak; do you wonder why this is happening, right…?”

“No; not at all…” the timid woman had just thought to herself silently as she was being rapidly inflamed with rising agony within the body by her avid attacker already pressing inward, “what is going on here…?”

“Yeah, take it, you whore… TAKE IT…!” a loud voice jeered from behind but it wasn’t spoken by the large figure but rather something else.

It wasn’t long until she had heard some laughter coming from all around herself, its true point of origin left undetermined to concentrate on clearly thanks to the ongoing invasion of her body; nevertheless, she was surrounded by people who used to say that rhyme about sticks and stones as if broken bones would hurt more than the names that would be called to make her feel lonely. At this point onward, Fluttershy had felt something warm and loose that made its way inside of her frail and delicate body all at once; afterwards, she was released from the shadow’s tight grip to the cheers and jeers of spectators which had seemed to be nowhere in sight for herself to lay eyes upon as she had coughed up more redness huskily with some green all around the visage. Despite the exhaustion setting in, the timid woman was turned over to find a surrounding sea of onlookers pointing and laughing about without a care of the whole wide world whatsoever or her state of physical wellness as she was being dragged away from the base of the tree, barely caring about their sudden appearance for they were just the same as her own attacker from much earlier.

As she had laid coughing up her own blood violently, her legs were then being raised by a pair of paws belonging to the large figure who had chirped, “does it even feel good now, Sluttershy: just being able to open your legs to let some random man stick his peck into your dirty pussy…? You were so quick to go on and throw yourself at their feet for but a quick lay to escape your own crippling dependence on your worthless animal friends. I’m starting to wonder if you had ever even considered the idea of letting any of them wreak havoc upon your buxom body instead of your worthless excuses of boyfriends.”

“I would never do that to them…!” Fluttershy exclaimed as she had vomited up some more in the mix, “I highly doubt it would be very pleasurable for any of us, especially considering the sheer fact many of the species are biologically incompatible and that some are dangerous, even with one as friendly as Harry, may he rest in peace…!”

“I’m afraid you don’t seem to understand here, our little love dumpster: I am Harry…!” the large shadow wheezed deeply at the bleeding woman.

Her teal eyes had quickly widened in shock as she just gone through hacking out instantly, “that’s not true… THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE…!”

“Search your lustful feeling; you know it to be true and the fact remains: you have abandoned us and now you must suffer…!” the attacking Harry had replied out loud, smacking the target’s abs, “now then, prepare your body, Sluttershy…!”

“NO…!” Fluttershy screamed in return as the large figure pounced back onto her once again, this time with the assistance of another similar being.

It wasn’t long until the injured woman was being invaded once more, this time with two shadows restraining both of her limbs to prevent her escape. All throughout every step of the way, she was still seeing darkness all around her as her attackers quickly worked their way within her bloodied body. Fluttershy heard her hecklers cheer on the spectacle that she was a part of, with the unsafe speed rivaling the likes of those dashing through the tape. The bleeding woman was starting to suffocate under the very force of this tortuous ordeal as her vision became blurry and dimmer in the process. She’d eventually felt the two figures both expel themselves into her body at the same time before a quick release back out into the tightened folds.

The large crowd all around Fluttershy hooted and hollered on about as they had cheered on her plight uproariously, “SLUTTERSHY, SLUTTERSHY, SLUTTERSHY’S GONNA CRY…!”

“Now, then… time for the grand finale of your sorry lifetime…!” Harry had snarled out loud as the bleeding woman was then turned over yet again, this time with the full frontal shadow now resting beneath herself with the remaining brassiere finally stripped off of her very body, “Angel Bunny, come forth and take her mouth already…!”

“With pleasure, Harry…!” a dark cackle was now heard going into her weary ears, causing her to cough out some more redness all at once.

Almost immediately, Fluttershy was then greeted by the new sight of yet another being: like the previous attackers, it too was cloaked in a deathly dynamic shroud with white eyes and a wide grin; however, it was smaller and bearing the shape of a lagomorph but with a large protuberance that had made her squeak out, “Angel?!”

“That’s right, Flutterslut; it had taken me, your precious pet, several long months of preparations and instrumentations but we have finally done it: we have finally made our way back to wreak our revenge upon you and not even that dolt of a Prime Minister could try to fucking kill you…!” the eponymous figure had laughed before entering the woman’s bleeding lips with little warning.

She never had a chance to even reply their tirade as she was quickly being entered once more with feelings of pain reaching higher than ever before. With the next phase of the ordeal now becoming rough and ragged for Fluttershy, more tears had crawled out of the corners among the owner’s eyeballs. As they had mixed with the blood and saliva, the shadows showed no absolute signs of holding back in any whatsoever with the injured woman at once. She was now ready to accept the thought of dying, no thanks to the damage that she was taking alongside with the very exploits of her three attackers. Fluttershy could barely concentrate as a result of the painful endeavor that they were subjecting her to, suffocating right under Angel’s toxic efforts. Sure enough, the damaged woman was released from their collective grip as she had hacked up more blood and some other stuff that was inside of her.

Naked and afraid, she had soon found herself all alone once again, crying profusely in a puddle of her own making as she rested nearby the tree trunk while wheezing about, “so this is it: the whole world will remember me a tramp and a liar of the worse kind instead of my kindness… Twilight, wherever you are, please don’t you ever find me like this; I don’t want you to suffer like I had done. I don’t want Jasper or his mother Applejack to learn about my dreaded fate; the same should also go for my dear Zuul. Even though that I had betrayed him by sleeping with Big Mac, I still want to apologize for it anyway; but, he mustn’t know about her child no matter what. Rainbow, I’m sorry for not being stronger like you had wanted me to be; if only had I taken your advice sooner, then maybe perhaps I would have been able to live a happier life. Mother… father… if any of you are there… don’t feel bad for me… if it weren’t for the move… then I wouldn’t have… made so many friends… Twilight… Rainbow… Pinkie… Rarity… Applejack… Greystoke… Lighthouse… Krill… Swain… Zuul… Goodbye everyone… make sure that you… take care of yourselves… don’t let me down… I don’t wanna be… another girl… without fulfillment… of basic goals…”

Fluttershy then took in another long breath and subsided onto the blood with her line of eyesight fizzling out all at once, the lemony skin upon the owner’s body being greatly discolored in the process as she was finally left alone to her own devices; soon, the pained teal eyes became dulled and listless, now finally devoid of any struggle therein herself already.