Clandestine Sessions

Warning! The next my little Pony: friendship is magic fan fiction may contain the explicit death of the main characters, discretion is advised. Needless to mention, I don’t own my little Pony: friendship is magic, nor any of its characters. Enjoy!

Can’t fly…

It’s just another party in the sugar cube corner. Around the sweets and drinks on all the tables, a very special pony ended her party time. The music and giggles thundered in her caring mind, the bodies dancing blurred in her sight and her taste buds refused to finish the cider cup. It was time to go and sleep.

“Oh, it’s very late, I have to go girls”

The yellow Pegasi had enough fun and sweets for one night, her house was waiting for her and so was her bed.

“It was fun, thank you for inviting me again Pinkie”

“You are leaving so soon?!”

“Yeah, I’m tired. Please take care”

“Oki doki, see you soon!” Her disappointment vanished faster than it surfaced, and unlike Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie was just starting.

The melody of the party and the smell of cider softened on her way out, she waved goodbye every pony she knew. The Moon illuminated her path through Ponyville. Most houses were locked and their owners safely resting.

“Boy what a party!”

A stumbling Rainbowdash lingered inside her thoughts. With a leisurely walk she glanced up at the clouds and at the Pegasi flying by.

“I don’t think Rainbowdash will make it home tonight, with all that cider she took her wings won’t make a single coordinate move, hee hee!”

Riding a train of thought was one of her preferred things, especially after a party. A branch snapped on the back, and her thinking derailed forcibly. Fluttershy turned with sudden fear. With the corner of her eye she spotted the blurred image of a blue coat and something like a crescent moon on the road.

“… What was that?”

The yellow Pegasi searched for the blue shape she thought she saw, found nothing but the path she took, the Everfree forest and the broken branch. Now calmed down, Flutteshy decided it was unimportant.

“It could have been an animal that ran to the forest, but a blue animal? A blue creature as big as I am? What could be so fast? Well, Rainbowdash is faster than that, and blue, oh silly me, the cider must have gone all over my head”

Fluttershy giggled to her thoughts and sped up her walk towards her home. Her humble cottage reflected a spotless moonshine, the windows shone water clear and the walls were painted and yet they looked like wild wood. Tulips decorated its front.

Violent chills traversed her body from the head to the tail, some pony or something was definitely watching her. She turned only to find the forest and the extensions of her home. Fluttershy was feeling uneasy. She passed the door and closed it as fast as an eye blink. She peeked through the window and found nothing out of the ordinary.

“There IS something out there, there must be! … I am so paranoid sometimes, probably I got goose bumps from the cold, but I get them all the time anyways”

Flutteshy breathed deeply and examined the insides of her home. Everything was in place, just like she left it. She inhaled again in relief and headed upstairs towards her bedroom and closed the door. Her mattress invited her with a warm and comfortable image. Fluttershy flapped her wings in order to wash way some of her stress, it was one scary walk home but she is inside now, safe and sound.

“Hi”

Fluttershy petrified like a stone and felt instant goose bumps.

“It can’t be I checked the whole house, I am alone here!

Every second she waited pained like cold rain under her yellow coat. Her wings became useless. Her body was too disrupted to make an even movement. Her muscles were too contracted to flex into a tranquil position. She tried to talk but her vocal cords didn’t respond at her command, her body was too unhinged to act as she wanted. Flutteshy was standing there, vulnerable to any possible entity that was behind her, unable to move, unable to escape and incapable of fighting back. Her world was coming apart while her brain pictured every possible thing that was behind. Too afraid to turn and look, Fluttershy just stood there, waiting to hear its voice again, also hoping she didn’t hear anything in the first place and her mind just interpreted a pathetically toned sound into a word.

“I did NOT hear any voice. I mean there’s no way ..."

Conviction is a powerful tool when facing danger, unfortunately is not the best. Mustering enough courage Futtershy spun around and found she was alone in the bedroom. She sighed in relief. There was nothing next to the bedroom door. She spun again, just to double check. Before she could get on the bed, a memory caught her attention, something was off. The bed was made, the books in their right orders and shelves, the window is closed, the bedroom door open. The door is open. Fluttershy stared at the bedroom door.

“Calm down Fluttershy, the door probably opened due to the wind, or you forgot to close it. You just have to close it now”

Fluttershy remained calm, not letting her fears take over again. She walked over the door. Her eyes shifted to the dark corridor which became more perceptible while reducing the distance. Once her hoof was on the knob her eyes locked on a distinctive silhouette passing by in the swarthy corridor. Conviction was required again. Her eyes quickly adjusted to what appear to be an earth pony. It was too dark to make sure. While her eyes accustomed to the darkness, her fears came back. She could both close the door and go to bed like nothing ever happened, or she could search for the source of that illusion.

“W-Who goes there?!”

No one answered, as she hoped … and feared. Fluttershy frowned at her own dark corridor and carefully ventured it. The flower pots, the curtains, the windows, the lavender wallpaper, the purple rug, everything was in its rightful place. The source of her illusion was a mystery.

“Perhaps, it was the cider … No, I feel completely sober. Then what the hell is going on!?”

She made up her mind to go downstairs for a cup of chamomile tea. She needed to calm down and settle this situation so she could finally sleep. She opened a wooden shelf and took a tiny porcelain cup, a jar of honey and the boxed tea bags. She lit the fire in the stove and boiled some water. While fixing her tea she glanced at the front door, it was locked with every single bolt. It eased her mind to know there was no way something was in the house with her. Soon she would go to bed and laugh to this memory next morning. But next morning was further than she believed.

“I hate sinister nights like this. It turns very hard to rest for me”

The flame of the stove provided a warm feeling to her body. It eased her and made her feel safe at home. Once the teabag had expanded its flavors in the tea cup she could finally mix the honey with it. She poured two spoons for good measure.

“Do you really need that much honey?”

Fluttershy didn’t see that coming. Alarming waves of fear traveled her body making her swiftly spin around. Fluttershy fought to keep a steady position, and glanced at his intruder.

“B … AUGHH!”

Her voice cracked in the process of talking, letting a loud gasp come out of her vocals instead of words.
Several seconds passed.

An unknown hooded rogue occupied her tea table. The view of a pony sitting on her tea table eased her worries. As far as she could hope, it was one of her friends, even if the voice wasn’t recognizable. The figure on the table wasn’t familiar, but it was watching her with a solid gaze. She gained control over her body and tried to speak with authority.

“B … But I locked the door!”

Her voice failed to be firm, but every word was clear. The intruder smiled at her comment like if it were a silly old said.

“Yes, it’s locked now”

Fluttershy was confused at first. She deduced she forgot to lock the door on her hasty entry, and was impressed how quick she figured that out. Ignoring her last thoughts, she stared at her intruder and determined his voice was definitely from a colt, it was deep and kept the simplicity of a masculine speaker. He looked down for a second, nodding at Fluttershy and pointing at a cushion with his gaze.

“Sit”

Sit. Fluttershy found the current situation very extraordinary and her unwanted guest kept his cool like if it was another usual day for both of them.

“Sit? You know how late it is? Who…”

His eyes muted her. Staring at his eyes for the first time, Fluttershy witnessed he was not an ordinary colt. It appeared the intruder stared at Fluttershy with vivid eyes, examining and recording every feature of her yellow body, striping her from her coat, her flesh and her very soul. Not making eye contact, he observed her mane, admiring every single string of pink hair. He attentively watched her hooves, the curvature of her body and her wings. He looked fascinated and sort of aroused over her feathers. Finally, he regarded her butterfly flanks. Fluttershy shrunk under a dim red cloud of stalking eyes.

He rotated his gaze to Fluttershy’s eyes and asked with a small and confident smile.

“Could you sit? … Please”

An terrified Fluttershy gave up to his whim and sat on the cushion opposite to his on the tea table. The intruder just kept staring at Fluttershy with a gaze full of pleasure, wonder and approval.

“You are so … fascinating”

Fluttershy blushed over his comment. Even thought the intruder was good-looking, he was in her house without permission and there were many things that needed to be explained. For instance, why he locked the front door, why is he invading her cottage and what was his purpose.

Running out of patience Fluttershy decided it was time to ask questions and settle this situation at once. She got off the cushion and used “the stare”.

“Ok, who are you and what do you think you are doing in my house?”

Her question was completely ignored. The circumstances were already very strange as they were. None of it made sense. Sitting in the middle of the night with some pony she didn’t know, just looking at each other for a long time. He wasn’t flustered by anything she said and her stare affected him as much as her breathing. After long five minutes he finally spoke.

“What’s your name?”

His sudden question caught her off guard. Her first reaction was to hide her head under her shoulders and squeal unintelligible words. With an ashamed face, she composed herself and spoke loud and clear, full of authority.

“You may want to speak your name before asking some pony else’s name”

He smiled wider than last time. Fluttershy could swear she saw silver razors in his mouth.

“My name is not important, yours is the only that matters here”

“Ok, I’m Fluttershy. What are you doing in my house and when are you planning to stop looking at me like that?!”

She almost yelled that last question. With a tender smile he replied.

“Just until I loose interest”

Fluttershy gave him an astonishing look. Out of ideas, she just looked at him right in the eyes anticipating his next thing to say.

“Just who this thinks he is? He entered my house without asking me and now he is disrespectfully talking to me! Flutteshy you cannot let this continue! It is time we put him in his place! … Uh, I mean I put him in his place”

Fluttershy watched him with fierce eyes and readied a scold. Before she could say anything he stood up the table and walked around the house, checking the furniture on the tables and looking inside of the cupboards. He focused his attention on a photo over a round wooden table.

The photography showed Fluttershy and her friends, apparently shoving each other and posing in order to fit inside the shot. Each single one had a particular smile resembling their usual behavior. He looked at it with interest and grasped its frame. He turned his head to Fluttershy.

“They look so … beautiful. May I keep it? … Fluttershy” Celestia knows what he wants that picture for.

Fluttershy lost her fierceness at the last second and nodded to him. She determined it would be five minutes before she could gain it back.

“How kind”

He hid the picture in one of the muffs of his hood-jacket. He raised his head to look at the ceiling, at all the windows and finally at the locked front door. He was observing the space around, searching for possible escape routes. There was none. His smile shifted into a satisfied grin. He turned and stared at Fluttershy with a focused but ominous gaze. He allowed himself towards her direction.

“W-What are you doing?!”

With the most common and current voice possible he replied.

“I am bored”

Fluttershy could see it now, his intentions were not good. She considered in fighting the intruder, but her mind found the idea too risky upon not knowing anything about him. She picked the other alternative. She ran upstairs and hid in her closet. She acted hastily and aimlessly like fire on oil.

Fluttershy could not concentrate with the panic she was in. Momentarily she forgot she could fly, just head to the window and she would be free like a butterfly. The thinking that she could be free right now molested her mind, also knowing she could have just locked he bedroom door. So many possible options to take and she took the worst.

“Why I can’t never do anything right?!”

A furious wave of emotions shook her head. It was that state of her being that she disliked the most, Panic. More specifically, doing the first thing that crossed her mind in order to escape a certain threat, regardless of its repercussions or how it might affect the things to come. That despise of the sudden and overpowering terror was the closest thing to hate Fluttershy could feel. All she could do now was to sit inside the closet and wait surrounded by the few dresses and hats she owned. The several seconds she waited made her feel like a criminal waiting to be executed, as horrible as it might be. She felt like a hopeless prisoner.

She heard hoof-steps inside her bedroom; they became constantly louder as if they were heading directly to the closet.

“PLEASE PLEASE GO AWAY!”

Her mind became louder than the recent party she assisted, louder that her mind had ever been. Flutershy’s heart pumped blood so hard it was painful, the stings in her chest made her want to scream. Betrayed by her vitals, Fluttershy just closed her eyes and waited for the closet door to open and in her mind something as bad as a “certain dead”. She also despised her negativism. Every second was a torturous interval of time, her skin felt as sensible as an exposed nerve just waiting for any kind of injure or pain to prod in her coat.

The hoof-steps stopped.

Fluttershy quieted her body and listened carefully. They sounded like hesitating towards the closet. Surprisingly the hoof-steps turned back and slowly vanished from her hearing. Fluttershy, dead scared, took the opportunity.

'Phew' “That was so close … I better go while I can”

She managed to change her mood by controlling her panic. She was now able to think clearly. Without hesitation Fluttershy got out and quietly approached the closest window.

“So, did you really think I didn’t know you were there? Heh, pitiful”

Fluttershy quickly spun around and almost recovered the panicked state. He was lolling over the closet just waiting for her to voluntarily come out so he could frivolously speak.

“AH LET ME GO!” Too scared to act rationally.

Fluttershy lost it. She let the panic act for her again. She flapped her wings so hard she nearly hit the ceiling. Terror took over as she attempted to reach the window in the room, a way out. The intruder sighed as if treating with a stubborn nuisance.

“Let’s get this over with”

He changed his lounge to a crouch position. He pounced on Fluttershy abruptly smashing her back on the floor. Fluttershy felt his hoof on her chest pinning her down and restraining her attempts to break loose. She desperately fought his strength by hysterically moving all her six. His hoof remained firm as a column and heavy as a boulder. He sighed again.

“You better stop this, you can get yourself hurt”

He applied a devastating pressure on Fluttershy’s chest, forcing her lungs to expand sideways. Her eyes widened with panic and tears while she slowly lost strength in her six limbs. Her respiration was slowly fading and with one final inhalation she weakly pleaded.

“P-please … can’t … br-breath!”

Fluttershy detected the worst kind of sarcasm in his giggles. The pressure on her chest lightened and allowed her to gasp for air. Her mind was overwhelmed with a sense of futility and defeat. She was defenseless and totally under his possession.
Fluttershy closed her eyes defeated, unsure of what this stranger might do to her and expecting the worst.

“You are a likely one, not resisting, not fighting back ... allowing me to do what I please with you. You are … adorable”

Like if she gets to choose. Before Fluttershy could react, the stranger pinned down the helpless pony. Fluttershy remained immobilized and hopeless. He leaned down his face and his behavior totally changed. He considerately breathed on her neck. He caressed her face with the tip of his nose. She feared him, but he acted as if he wanted to make love to her.
He tenderly kissed her lips, his lips tasted like the flower of vanilla before its harvest, and they felt like its petals, swaying in the wind, soaring its direction rather than opposing it.

He leaned back and smiled with the lips drawn back revealing a menacing row of sharp teeth, a grin.

It pooped her dreamy bubble. Fluttershy felt the adrenaline rush traverse her body, incredible strength originated in her limbs. With one quick push, she managed to shove her offender and break loose of him.

“THE WINDOW, WHERE IS IT?!” Her mind was rushing under the effects of the adrenaline.

Fluttershy took flight before locating the window. Once she found it, she flew as fast as she could, not looking behind, ignoring the stabs of pain in her abused body. For her convenience the window was open, she dashed through it and found herself flying 16 feet above the ground. She was out of his reach ...

“Oh no …”

Fluttershy squealed in terror as she felt an unusual stab of pain on her back. Her wings were restrained to her back, incapable of moving. She was losing height at an alarming rate. Something was holding her wings painfully tight. She turned her head and saw the evil grin locked on her wing. As her wings, her hooves were aggressively pulled to her back making her head face the ground. she saw sharp rock below.

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Agony
Pain was all she could think of after gaining consciousness. The discomfort in her head was unbearable; the suffering her wings produced suggested they were in a very bad state, probably unfixable damage was done. Her head felt hollow and at the same time it felt heavy. She felt bathed in a warm liquid, slowly sliding across her body and forming a puddle on the floor.

“…”

Fluttershy found she was unable to think, she wanted to cry but her system found no point in doing so. Slowly she opened her eyes. Blurred images filled her mind until her vision adjusted to the darkness. She recognized her living room and her kitchen. She realized she was inside her home lying on the floor. With much effort she lifted her hoof and touched the top of her head. It felt like something was missing. A stream of a liquid pumped uncontrollably out of her head.

“H-he…”

She tried to speak, to ask for help but found herself too weak to command her vocals. The unknown puddle increased as she kept trying to call for help, she tried to stand up but she lacked the strength and tools to do so.

“H-help, p-please … Ra-Rainbowdash …” She used the last of her energy in those three words. She wanted her, and she wanted her strength as well.

Finally some pony came. Her eyes shifted to him and filled with hot tears.

“I said you could get yourself hurt” Again the loathsome sarcasm.

It was who she expected but not who she wanted. She spotted red stains in his lower lip which made him look like a monster. The sight of him gave Fluttershy a feeling of total despair. Death was the only thing left for her, it just felt so inevitable now. The intruder kept his eyes on her, waiting for her to say something. After realizing she would not and could not speak, a gesture of disappointment manifested in his eyes.

“Nah, you are wasted. I hate impetuous ponies like you. They panic, they begin a scandal and then I have to handicap and/or ... deceased them. It brings down the climax I work so hard to elaborate …”

Fluttershy just stared at the ceiling waiting for everything to finish. That moment when you are facing an imminent end, when all you can do is wait for it to come is by far the most abhorrent feeling she ever felt. Not because of the pain, or because of the impending death, but because of the hopelessness, because of the impotence.

“At first you looked so confused, so scared, so … easy. But you knock me away and left your fears behind, that was very impressive and you proved yourself to be an entertaining partner for tonight …”

His speech sounded senseless to her. At death’s door everything seems senseless

“I’m sorry I had to bite your wing Fluttershy, but I had no alternatives when you took flight …”

The light in her eyes was slowly fading as her soul was looking for a way out. Its chains to the damaged body were broken and it could now vanish and reach the unknown.

“I am also eager to visit your friends …”

“… No, not the girls”

So far Fluttershy remained undisturbed on the ground coated in her blood, but his last comment made her breathe convulsively followed by loud gargles due to her throat’s spasms. she was slowly suffocating. Fluttershy attemped to breath, she tried to live, but her body was reluctant. The shock has been too much. Contrations, spasm, tremors ...

A very motionless state finished her convulsions.

He watched how all her vitals ceased functioning. He exhaled audibly pretending to be exhausted and walked opposite to the Pegasi from which he completely lost interest.

He spotted a particular mug on the counter and approached it. He looked at it suspiciously and delicately sipped it.

“Thinkin about it, the soft sweetness of this tea clearly demonstrates you poured the very exact quantity of honey!”

His laughter silenced the night.