Author's Note

Ah, you've made to chapter twelve of Fireflower's fanfic that goes beyond the typical oneshots made from before, a Mature one no less on the grounds this chapter will deal with similar heavy subject matters proven to be unsuitable for those under eighteen, easily offended, and/or quickly nauseated; suffice to say, this was by far a strong note for many readers all, and like before, you're all given one last option to skip ahead to the next one: whether or not you'd take this offer, it's only up to you to do so nothing more.

Aside from disclaimers long ago, I want to --- you know what? Fk it: you've made it this far so close to the end there's no use in me repeating what I'd said before in the disclaimers, especially after what y'all just gone and went through; of course, this will be the last time you'll skip ahead of this chapter anyway but seeing that it's coming to its conclusion, such redundancies are best avoided at all costs.

One last thing before I sign off, I want to let y'all know that this was the easiest chapter for me to write, especially considering this is only about Fluttershy and the guilt she feels since the war has ended: to help me with this, I've bothered to watch some television and read some manga posted on YouTube; guess which of them are and you'll be given a preview for the next story although it'll be different from this one and the prequels themselves.

Dirty

It was a dark time and place, and with good reason too: there was an abundance of clouds as black as coal shielding the light of the silvery moon. Of course, the terrain in question was solid and certain to the point of possessing a finite number of dimensions for any of its observers to even notice. The fact there was an atmosphere of moisture hanging within the oxygen had provided little relief whatsoever for any lifeform caught in the area. Apparently, it would seem that concepts like sustainability were of no consequence altogether, too oppressive to even allow a stable nurturing birth.

Having said it, there was a lone structure surrounded by significant signs of life bustling about: a spiral building literally became the center of their attention. Although simplistic like many of the residences encroaching it, the area was circular in nature with a very frosted chocolate roofing topped off by a spike. The base of the building was predominately white from the ground up with all of its very windows offset by the carnation accents intersecting about. Even with thin pieces of timber at the rims inside them, they worked together to insure its own structure would be held up completely like a mighty bundle. Directly up in front of the small stairway was an arching plum door within its quadrangular hot pink frame darker than the accents nearby and above itself.

Edging towards the building was but only a lonely woman found staring outwardly into the dark and stormy crowd in a melancholy trance. Her skin was one of the fairest within the land and beyond, her coating reminiscent of lemon chiffon in a light shade of such milkiness. Lined round the lemony woman’s pupils, some teal shined brightly like crazy diamonds in the rough, capable of moving heaven and earth. Etched into her very scalp were some thin traces of hot pink hair already matching her eyebrows but lacking in overall density so to speak. Rags were the only thing worn over the lemony woman’s body, all down–to–earth with only brown while barely reaching down knees. She was overwhelmed by the crowd but remained silent, just like them although her own eyes and ears were expectant of things to come.

“A wrongdoer appears before you, Fluttershy of Cloudsdale, daughter of Flower Power and Cape Mantle: she’d committed acts of lies and lust, confessing to them both, and begged for mercy; to demonstrate penance, she’ll cast aside all pride and artifice, presented as newborn… to you, the good people of this village…” a lone voice announced, too deep to belong to the named subject.

Standing in front of her was a stout man, inches shorter but nonetheless older with his snow white hair all over the face, matching the long simplistic robe worn over himself in its entirety; although his eyes where a tranquil bluish gray, one of them was wandering about before alternating with another but not at the same time even with the stoicism within his demeanor.

After turning around, several men approached Fluttershy with a stern look: one of them was dark–haired, also wearing all–white clothing in the form of a suit; the other, although wearing white hair, donned a midnight ensemble instead. Nevertheless, the two whom were close to the lemony woman took no time whatsoever in removing the lone article of clothing she’d been wearing, forcing herself into the altogether with nothing but air and sweat already clinging about. Now that she was bared in front of her peers, her eyes falter slightly as she looked at the rags having been eviscerated by the party of five, especially the two whom were directing their attention towards the crowd without emotions.

It didn’t take long for Fluttershy to be pushed by someone else, sharing the same gender but wearing a modest all–white combo of a dress and headscarf as well as bearing pink gloves matching their hair, although the latter had a full set of it underneath the fabric; in addition, the former even noticed the same teal opalescence yet had no time as one word was heard: “shame.”

The lemony woman got on the move, accompanied by the five men as well as the woman in white whom ranged the bell every ten steps at least. The bearded elder in white stood by and watched Fluttershy’s bared form being surrounded by the likes of them as they joined the formless crowd. Though the masses allowed them all safe passage, they’d still maintained their distance between themselves to the lemony woman’s embarrassment.

“CUNT!” a gruff voice spat out in Fluttershy’s direction, breaking the listener’s dying stride, “HOPE YOU’RE PROUD OF YOURSELF, TRAITOR…!”

“Whore… WHORE…!” another gruff voice invaded the lemony woman’s ears, also bearing the same gender as the latter.

Fluttershy kept walking even as the crowd began to jeers, heeding the bell and its owner’s chant, “shame…!”

“WELL, WELL, WELL…!” another male voice mocked, belonging to none of the men guarding the lemony pedestrian but a standing spectator, “THE 'TITS OF KINDNESS' HAVE ARRIVED…!”

“Shame…” the woman in white still chanted, even as Fluttershy was beginning to be pelted with vegetables at once.

As they’d walked along the flat road, the men next to the two women were calm on the outside but thinking all the time: so now it was the audience, commenting on what the lemony listener did and didn’t do, and the readers as the aimless, ambiguous observers; but, suddenly, the very man in black seen thoughtfulness for the dumb and geniuses using inspiration and enthusiasm.

Breaking their concentration was a petite gingerly freckled woman; clad in only a jade ensemble of a beret, sash, and skirt already matching her toxic glare as she’d shrieked at Fluttershy directly, “I’VE HAD EVEN THRICE AS MANY COCKS AS YOU, TRAITOR!”

This had earned the younger counterpart a shove from a different man, a platinum blonde in a brownish gold suit and black tie stepping up to the mobile plate. All the rage built up within the gingerly woman at the lemony correspondent was still in the overwhelming majority, despite the former’s dishabille thereof. Unhappily shuffling about, Fluttershy was still being pushed to move both physically and vocally as she’d remained guarded by the unequal sextet around herself.

“I’M A FOREIGNER; SUCK ME OFF…!” another man roared after storming up towards the lemony woman, flashing his jet black cloak to bare his skin before being pushed away, “SUCK ME OFF, YOU BITCH!”

Even though that Fluttershy was being protected by the five men and lonely woman, the various spectators kept shouting at her; even worse, the onslaught started to gain some volume to back up the sentiment itself: one man spat at her neckline while another woman threw some molasses onto the latter’s skin without a care in the whole wide world for consequences and repercussions.

Soon, the lemony woman fell down onto her knees, baring her loins to the jeering crowd apathetic to the pain and sorrow she was feeling all throughout. Reluctantly, strength had made its way back to Fluttershy as she’d regained her standing but was still being prompted by the chanting and ringing abaft herself. Before, the lemony pedestrian held it in mirthlessly due to the quietness of the glaring masses; now, she was letting loose a deluge before themselves and them.

“I’m sorry…” Fluttershy whimpered about.

It wasn’t long until the lemony pedestrian bore witness to another familiar structure: a tall, enormous tree large enough to house life beyond normalcy burnt out and about. The glass windows on them were broken up to the point of being beyond repair, threatening to fall away into nothingness due to the unstable nature forced upon the very glass. Only the short wooden fence had remained with its own intact door guiding itself right away to a scorched door abaft throughout the only unbeaten pathway over the very lake. Here where the weeds and skeletons standing out and about against the murky muddy waters with empty burrows the size of rabbits in clear view of Fluttershy’s viewpoint.

Almost immediately, the lemony woman was now being kicked aside towards the direction of the ligneous ruins by another dark–haired man in matching attire with a small anorexic grin, laughing about, “REST IN PISS, YOU ANIMAL–FUCKING BITCH WHORE…! WE’LL BE HAPPY TO SEE YOU GO TO TARTARUS AND ROT…!”

Running towards the remains, adrenaline surged throughout her body as she was no longer being prodded, followed, or guarded by the sextet while at the same time left alone to cover her ears while tears fell before its owner’s face. Happiness was nonexistent for Fluttershy as the cheers and jeers of her witnesses had still burned brightly within her moistened eyes and ears despite being far away from the people and the place they remained within not too long ago. Only the smoke and ash were of better comfort for the likes of the lemony pedestrian, lacking the life and emotion within to do to as the people had done to her recently even as she cried profusely to no one’s regret whatsoever.

“So, this is it: I’m going to remain in the shadows of ostracism forevermore, even despite my kindness for all creatures great and small…!” she’d sobbed, collapsing nearby the tree trunk in exhaustion as her sandy feet gathered some lifeblood, “even that wasn’t enough to save them or my child; the dead will remember my indifference and cacophony instead. I came here to this town to find acceptance and belonging but after seeing those pets being burned alive before my very eyes, I don’t even deserve to be a veterinarian, not since that day: I was too weak and powerless; only when Princess Celestia spared me did I strengthen back up again. The lies they’ve told of me let to the deaths of countless innocent animals I swore to protect and nurture in this household and the whole world just watched it and I let it happen nonetheless. Burned alive in my own home before my very eyes and they laughed like it was nothing to them; how dare they, but I remember and so have they: a true friend sticks up for their rights no matter what. Sadly, I don’t even deserve to be a friend to any species whatsoever, not even after all those years; I have no home, no friends, no family, not even the right to call myself a bearer because of this. My only hope's that whatever happens to me won’t fall onto Jasper: it’s bad enough that his real mother was forced to conceive him thanks to these awful men; I cannot bear to see the pain and suffering be unleashed unto the little boy for something beyond his own control. If anything, those girls should go ahead and forget about me for all which I can care; besides, they have their own problems to solve and I don’t want to kill them with mine: Twilight has her brother, Rainbow has Scootaloo, Pinkie has her family, Rarity has cancer, and Applejack has to survive. As for the others, I expect they'd do the same; after all, they have much to live for unlike me: Greystoke has his kids, Lighthouse has a fiance, Krill has a career, and Zuul has been imprisoned. Either way, I hope that they'll live long and prosper for their sake, as well as for their families, their friends, and their homeland too: at least, they'll be better than me, a lonely manically depressed failure of a disgrace to veterinarians throughout the whole world itself, let alone the forsaken homeland of mine; goodbye forever…”

Fluttershy then took in another long breath and subsided onto the fertile soil with her line of eyesight now seeing more darkness than the environment she was in, her tears finally stopping up as she was now left completely alone to her very own devices so to speak of, unperturbed yet lugubrious due to the physical and emotional pain she felt much earlier because of the townsfolk.