I Really Hate Being Sane

by Mega T22

Rating: mature
Tags: Violence, Sex, Twilight Sparkle, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Death, Human, Suicide / Self Harm, Horror, Non-consensual, Fluttershy
Length: 4128

Fluttershy works a normal job at a firm owned by Twilight. However, living as a sane person is something she doesn't quite enjoy.

Fluttershy finds little pleasure in living a sane life. However, if that is the case, then what does she do instead?

Disclaimer: Sickening and deranged sexual, gory themes ahead. Not quite necrophilia, but closing in there. You've been warned.

Published 2019-01-25 18:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-01-25 18:50:01 UTC

Fluttershy's Bestest Friends

Author's Note

Just a sick little story I wrote to some dark EDM. This is probably a big spoiler, but I highly doubt anyone cares, so I'll say it -- Fluttershy's character here is highly influenced by the character of another in one of my recently uploaded stories.

Though, that character's true character (how many more times can I say it?) is yet to be revealed.

Fluttershy's Bestest Friends

I Really Hate Being Sane

Fluttershy woke up from her bed in utter darkness. She looked at the digital clock in the darkness. It blinked “5:15am”.

“That time already, huh?” Fluttershy thought. She turned on the light, and as the light was turned on, her face was revealed.

Through her messy, disheveled hair and bedhead, the scars and imperfections of her face could be seen. Fleshy red bits of skin and tears could be seen, as if she’d been scratching her own face off. Her eyes were also heavy and black, indicating a dire lack of sleep, or perhaps, insomnia. Strangely enough, the only wrinkles were just beneath her eyes, so stress likely wasn’t the issue.

She walked over to her bedside mirror, and tapped at the flesh, hissing slightly. Her knuckles and knees were also torn up and bruised.

Sighing, she walked over to Angel’s cage, who was just waking up. She noticed a vivid crimson color laying over the chest and mouth of his fur. Next to him was a small, golden capsule.

“Silly Angel, playing with the lipstick again?” Fluttershy asked, promptly wiping the red off of Angel.

While Angel was being cleaned, he smiled mischievously at Fluttershy. Fluttershy smiled back.

“I’ll be back later, right on time, Angel. Promise. Behave until then?” Fluttershy asked, with a soft smile.

Angel nodded, as Fluttershy began to get ready for her day of work at Celestia Incorporated.

Fluttershy placed on her uniform: a simple suit and tie. It was ironed out nicely the night before. She picked at a light-pink stain on the breast area for a while, knowing that dress was valued at her job.

“Ugh, forget it…” Fluttershy sighed, realizing that she was going to be late. It was a long drive to the city to where she worked, and she’d rather not upset her supervisor, Twilight Sparkle. She was, after all, really serious about punctuality and things of the sort.

Though, she couldn’t help but feel that Twilight held a special opposition towards Fluttershy.

Fluttershy took one last look at herself in the mirror.

“Is it because I’m too timid? Too shy? Or perhaps, there’s something else about me she hates?” Fluttershy pondered. Suddenly, she heard tapping.

Shaking her head, she left her small house at the edge of the woods, just on the outskirts of the city. She locked her door. In an almost feverish manner, she walked around her house, observing it to make sure each and every possible entry and/or exit was locked and secure.

Pleased, she nodded, and walked slowly to her pale-yellow car with generous pink highlights. It had cost her parents a fortune to get the vehicle for her, but she was pleased with it.

“You always come through, little Cadillac. You get every job done…” Fluttershy said in her low voice, rubbing the shining hood softly. As she saw her reflection, the bending of light in the hood made her small, innocent smile appear wretched and crooked.

Fluttershy giggled, before getting in her car and starting it. She put on her favorite radio station, and began her 90 minute drive.

“It’s only 5:30… I start at 7:30, so this should be okay. I’ll have some time to… look around.” Fluttershy thought, a small smile creeping onto her face.

As she drove, she stared through the dark woods, where her headlights didn’t shine, curiously.

After some minutes, she reached to cement roads, and began to enter the city. Seeing as how it was 5:45, she turned to the news station, as it was just beginning to start at this time.

“Gooooood morning, citizens of The Ville. It’s time for your daily early morning five forty-five news!” the news reported said happily, as Fluttershy cruised past street-lights and a few other cars.

“First is what has been our top-story for the past two months now, the mass kidnappings of our fair citizens of The Ville. The Kidnapper’s identity, to this day, is still a mystery, as authorities have not even discovered their apparent gender. Whoever they are, they are thorough and efficient.” The reported said.

Fluttershy got a chill, as she brought up a finger to a bit of tearing skin on her face. Hesitantly, she picked at it, and it began to bleed.

Deciding that she’d rather not mess her face up even more before work, she forced her hand down, continuing to drive.

“Last week, our dear Mrs. Cake, head of the Bakery Department of Celestia Incorporated had gone missing. Here, we have the story, once again, on Mr. Cake’s experiences and thoughts of the brutal and efficient kidnapping.” The news reporter said.

Fluttershy, at this point, had sped up slightly unconsciously, and began to subconsciously pick at her skin. Blood dripped lightly down her face, as she scratched and tugged at various tears on her face, making the already bad condition of her face even worse.

As Mr. Cake’s voice began to buzz through the radio, Fluttershy’s picking and tugging only increased in intensity, as she focused on listening to his words.

“I-i-it was crazy, crazy!” Mr. Cake began, obviously on edge.

“I-it was dark out, right? And everything was just peachy, normal! But then, all of a sudden, whack! A nasty cleave to the side of my skull. See, you can still see the wound! That mother****er, whoever they were, left this here!” Mr. Cake yelled.

“Sir, you’re on radio, they can’t see it.” The reporter explained quietly.

“But you can! You can tell them! Whatever that thing is, it’s a monster! First that beautiful, sweet Pinkie Pie, and now… My wife! Oh god… My wife…!” Mr. Cake began. Before he began to break down, the reporter reminded him promptly to get back to the story.

Fluttershy’s blood began to drip on to her lap and steering wheel, as she leaned forward in a strange type of interest. She picked more, driving through the streets with one hand. Noticing the blood might ruin her pants, she put a few napkins over her lap, to stop it from ruining her prepared uniform.

“F***ing reporters, only after their goddamn stories.” Mr. Cake said, as shuffling was heard in the background.

“So… after I get hit, I fell onto the ground real fast. I think I was too disoriented from the blow and panic of seeing my blood, because when I looked up, everything was blurry. I saw my wife struggling against the attacker, but as I tried to help, I tripped and made face-contact with the concrete…” Mr. Cake continued. His voice was frantic and quick, Fluttershy nearly had trouble keeping up with him, as she picked more feverishly.

“And then, when I woke up minutes later, I found a paper in my hand. More worried about the whereabouts of my wife, and my own health – for the sake of the children, of course – I found help, and-”

“What did the note say, sir?” the reporter pressed, seemingly uninterested with the rest of the story.

Mr. Cake grumbled briefly, before the shuffling of the microphone could be heard, and then a few seconds of silence. For the few seconds of silence, Fluttershy’s eyes widened even more, as more and more blood dropped from her face onto the napkins upon her lap, due to her feverish picking.

“It had read, ‘If I hadn’t talked so much, I’d leave you a recording of how much she screamed for you. Keep the kids safe! You’re next, Mr. Cake. Better tuck those kids in tight and kiss them good night. It may be your last chance, after all.’” Mr. Cake recited, taking his necessary breaths. He was clearly frantic and jumpy.

“Chilling. There you have it folks, the kidnapper has its next target. Despite multiple accounts of sure evidence, the authorities refuse to have Mr. Cake under their protection. The reason is chilling: the letter was written in the handwriting of his own wife. Thus, he is under thorough investigation, and the sheriff has forbidden any unofficial, direct contact with the man, as to avoid bribery that could illegitimately debunk suspicions floating around Mr. Cake’s potential involvement in the kidnapping.” The news reporter explained.

“Though, there are a few incons-”

Fluttershy stopped the radio, her feverish picking having calmed down, oddly. However, her mind couldn’t stop racing.

“What if that’s the kidnapper’s plan? To throw around diversions? She is, after all, a mass kidnapper, it would make sense to distribute suspicions. Perhaps she wishes to throw them off!” Fluttershy pondered, giving herself more thought on how the allegations of Mr. Cake were unjustified.

Fluttershy shook her head, however, as streetlights zoomed by.

“It just makes no sense! Obviously, it’s the kidnapper! Those police are dooming him, dooming him!” Fluttershy thought, wiping her face with the napkins in one hand, her other still on the steering wheel. She tried to draw down her upwards-curving lip.

After a long drive, she had finally arrived at her work place -- a simple office job for a business firm owned by Twilight Sparkle.

As she parked her small cadillac, she opened her glove box, where a roll of bandage lay. She opened up the mirror of her car, and carefully applied the bandage around her head in a manner that would cover as much of her damaged face as possible.

Finally, she made her way inside. She sighed heavily. This was her least favorite part of the day -- working. Twilight seemed to have a specific distaste for her, and she could never quite figure out why.

Nonetheless, she entered the section of the building she worked in, and as she opened the door leading into the large room of separated, spacious cubicles, there stood Twilight Sparkle, waiting to greet her.

Twilight stood tall, in a sharp dress suit. Fluttershy, in comparison, looked quite disheveled. Yes, her suit was ironed, but her face was incredibly tired, and the bandages made her hair messy.

“Good morning, Fluttershy.” Twilight greeted. Fluttershy could feel the false friendliness emanate from her being.

“Good… morning…” Fluttershy squeaked shyly. Twilight was staring directly at her being, as if she was staring right down into her soul. It unnerved Fluttershy greatly.

“Is your anxiety and paranoia still biting at you?” Twilight asked, walking forward to Fluttershy, examining her face closer. She noticed small stains on Fluttershy’s suit, and that the thick bandages on her face seemed to color red very slightly in some areas.

She aggressively picked at her clothing where the stains were, and uncaringly used her palm to twist and turn Fluttershy’s head about, examining the bandages and her face even further.

“You’ve been picking again. You really should be seeing a doctor, before your health gets any worse.” Twilight stated, staring down at Fluttershy, hands on her hips, her eyes searching her body over, and over, and over.

“I-I’m fine…” Fluttershy squeaked again, looking down at the floor, feeling more and more uncomfortable under Twilight’s attention.

“You’re not.” Twilight said, placing her hand on Fluttershy’s chin, forcing her to look into her eyes.

“You’re, clearly not.” Twilight stated. Fluttershy’s blank eyes stared into glaring, menacing ones.

“It’ll be time to drop the flowers at their graves again, tomorrow night. They still haven’t found their bodies. You know that already though, don’t you?” Twilight asked.

Fluttershy only nodded. She knew that Twilight was referring to their missing friends. Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, and Pinkie Pie had all been presumably taken and killed by the Kidnapper.

“I-I’m sure they’ll find them…” Fluttershy stated with weak reassurance.

“Humph.” Twilight huffed, turning to face the office, finally averting her attention from Fluttershy, as Fluttershy breathed one huge sigh of relief.

Then, with Twilight’s next sentence, Fluttershy felt her heart rate grow out of control.

“Somehow…” Twilight began, still facing the office. She turned her head back, a single eye staring coldly back into Fluttershy’s own.

“... I just don’t think they will. Will they?” Twilight asked in a low, knowing tone.

After seconds of silence, no further words were said as Twilight simply walked off, ordering Fluttershy to work.

Suddenly, Fluttershy became painfully aware of all the eyes of the office lying on her. Usually, with her normal evening routine, she would not mind this, but in this place, this environment, it only served to make her uncomfortable.

She only sighed heavily, and tried her best to get to her cubicle and begin her day of work.

[Several Hours Later…]

Fluttershy sighed with joy. It was 3:15 P.M. It was finally almost time for her to clock out, and enjoy her favorite part of the day.

For the first time in that entire day, she smiled very widely, thankful that 3:30 was soon to come.

She got lost in her thoughts of how she would proceed today. How she could make the absolute most of her time. Her smile grew.

“Fluttershy!” A voice yelled commandingly from behind. She jumped, and the smile immediately dropped, her excitement now replaced with a cold sweat.

“No time to be slacking. Even if you are off soon.” Twilight said, standing over her, hands on her hips.

Fluttershy did not need to look back to realize who it was. She could see the familiar suit via the reflection of the computer. What worried her, was that she did not know how long the woman had been standing there.

“R-right…” Fluttershy said, jumping back to work. Then, a thought drew across her mind.

“D-do you want to go pick some flowers with me? My cottage has beautiful fi-”

“Your cottage?” Twilight interrupted. The sudden interruption caused Fluttershy to look back, only slightly, to see Twilight’s face. It was twisted with disgust. And, something else…

“Absolutely not. You wouldn’t find me near that filthy place.” Twilight scoffed, walking off immediately.

Fluttershy could only stare back at where Twilight stood, the cold sweat still running through her body.

Shaking it off, she worked her last 15 minutes, and prepared herself for departure. As per usual, she left as quickly as she arrived, and drove off back home to her far cottage.

When she finally arrived, she seemed to jump out of her cadillac with feverish excitement.

She slammed the door, locked the car, and popped the trunk. Inside, was a skin-tight, black latex suit. It had several stains over all areas of the suit. The color, due to the immense blackness of the suit, could not be determined. She stuck her head inside the trunk, and took a long, satisfying sniff.

The strong smell made her wince, but she enjoyed the smell thoroughly. Finally, she dragged the suit out, relocking the trunk.

She made her way into the cottage, and found Angel sitting patiently on the centerpiece of her living room.

Angel seemed to bounce with excitement at Fluttershy’s arrival.

“Excited, aren’t we?” Flutterhshy chuckled, as she tossed off every last article of her clothing. Her body, just like her hands, and knees, and face, were terribly scarred and damaged. Even her breasts had cuts and scrapes.

Gently, she slid the suit on, leaving everything but her face covered.

Angel hopped over to her the smell of the suit seeming to allure him.

“Now, now, not too hasty, little Angel. We’ll begin, soon.” Fluttershy said. She opened a small drawer in the living room, which had a rather short, but menacingly thick bullwhip.

Fluttershy could feel her loins excite at the sight of it.

“Are you ready?” Fluttershy asked Angel, extending her arm so he could climb onto her shoulder.

Both walked outside, to her small tool shed. She opened the door, and inside was dark and black. She flicked the lights on. Nothing but a small room with several tools.

A hammer, a saw, a rake, a shovel, a hoe, a trowel, and a seed dibber.

She carefully rotated each item to a specific degree, and when she rotated the final item, they all spun back into their normal degree against the wall.

Fluttershy looked to her right, and silently, a small crevice in the floor opened, just big enough for her finger to reach in.

She stuck her finger inside, and fingered around for a button. As she pushed it, the floor opened widely, revealing steps.

She trudged down deep into the ground, and what she reached next would be enough to turn off any normal human being.

There was an incredibly large dungeon. In the middle, was an incredibly large cauldron. Along the walls, just barely visible from the very faint candlelight, were several bodies chained to the wall, too dark to clearly make out.

Fluttershy clapped her hands, and with that, the electrical lights in the room flicked on, revealing, in full detail, the sick truth behind her character.

First, was the four who had first gone missing -- Applejack, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, and Pinkie Pie -- all hanging hopelessly against the wall.

They were fully naked, and their bodies looked filthy. They were thin, and looked as if they were nearly starved.

“P-please, Fluttershy… Not again… Not again…” Applejack squeaked out lowly. She fell out of consciousness as quick as she came to.

Her voice seemed to arouse the attention in the others, too far gone now to even have been aroused by the flash of the lights.

As they all noticed Fluttershy, collectively, the entire room began to groan and moan weakly with fear, disgust, hatred, and despair. All were too weak to even shed tears.

Fluttershy could feel a liquid trickle down her thigh.

“They’re so excited to see me!” She thought, not speaking a single word.

She walked over silently to a table on wheels beside the cauldron. She could feel all the eyes in the room on her. These were the eyes that she loved to stare at her, in all of her powerful beauty.

She knew they stared at her because she was in charge. She had their lives wrapped around her thumb.

Fluttershy fingered over the tools on the table, shuddering with excitement as she felt her legs tremble.

“I can’t be so close to the first one already…” Fluttershy thought, holding her hand over chest with a small blush over her face.

She rolled the table over to her four friends, the other several chained bodies in the room either watching silently, hanging hopelessly, or trying their best to distract their senses from the scene that was soon to come.

They knew this was a daily ritual for the sick, twisted girl.

“H-hi guys… It’s been so long…!” Fluttershy squeaked. Her pupils were wide with excitement, and the liquid trickling from between her legs now began to drip and very slowly gather underneath her.

“T-this suit’s got so many stains on it now… At first, it was just you guys, but now, we’ve got so many more additions!” Fluttershy said excitedly, gesturing to the many other bodies in the room.

“Aren’t you excited, Pinkie Pie? After all, I went out of my way to get Mrs. Cake down here for you…” Fluttershy said with a smile, as she began to zip open the compartments of her suit. Her breasts began to hang out, the in-betweens of her legs were now open, and so were several other areas.

She took a short blade off of the table, and dragged it across her breast, shuddering with excitement as blood leaked down over herself.

The liquid from her legs seemed to increase in volume, as she shiver-walked over to Pinkie Pie.

Pinkie Pie, just due to her closing distance, only winced, and shook uncontrollably in a desperate attempt to escape.

Fluttershy hugged Pinkie Pie’s body, placing the in-betweens of her legs right onto Pinkie’s calf, as she began to draw the blade over Pinkie Pie’s chest, cutting not deep enough to fatally injure, but deep enough to cause Pinkie reaction.

Pinkie, although weak, screamed and shook with pain. The shaking of her legs stimulated Fluttershy just enough, so that she could climax all over her calf and foot.

Soaked in sticky wetness, and blood now dripping onto the rest of her body, Pinkie gagged, and gagged, and gagged, but no vomit ever came.

“P-please…” Pinkie Pie sighed, out of breath.

“Y-you’re so… -- huhn… -- so cute, when you say that…” Fluttershy breathed tiredly.

“Makes me want to cum again!” she squealed in excitement.

“God, you wouldn’t believe the day I had!” Fluttershy said, trailing her fingers up and down Pinkie’s wound.

She then brought those same fingers to play with herself.

“T-Twilight… She’s so weary of me… I think she knows, she said the darndest thing to me -- ah… -- when I reassured her that you guys would be found…” Fluttershy said, arousing herself once more.

“T-that -- nngh… -- you guys just wouldn’t turn up…” Fluttershy said in between hot breaths.

The eyes watched her with disgust, and pure hatred.

“I-it’s such a -- mmm… -- shame, that I c-can’t take her yet…” Fluttershy spoke to her four friends.

She stopped, noticing that Rarity was trying her best to look away from Fluttershy.

“Oh, that won’t do Rarity -- aren’t we both so beautiful?” Fluttershy asked, grabbing a very, very thin and small rapier off of the table.

She put her hand against Rarity’s palm, her wrists chained above her to keep still. Rarity only winced, and for the first time in days, cried.

“Aww, are those because I haven’t shown you much attention these past few days? It’s okay, we can have some fun, wipe those tears!” Fluttershy said in a creepily soothing tone, as she used her forefinger’s knuckle to wipe Rarity’s tears, to no avail, as more poured.

With one quick and powerful stab, Fluttershy pinned both her and Rarity’s palm together against the wall.

Fluttershy held her hiss of pain to hear Rarity’s painful groan and squeal, as she tried her hardest to turn away from Fluttershy’s face. Upon hearing this, Fluttershy could not help but let out a moan of pleasure in hearing Rarity’s voice.

“You’re my friend. You’re mine. I want you to always look at me.” Fluttershy stated, giving a rather strong bite into Rarity’s neck, drawing some blood.

Rarity immediately snapped forward, trying her best to look at Fluttershy, and not force her off of her neck, as to avoid anymore punishing pains.

Fluttershy could not help but be further excited by the pain and hatred in Rarity’s eyes.

However, she stepped back from Rarity, pulling the rapier out, as blood dripped out of her hand.

“Say, Rainbow Dash, how’ve you been?” Fluttershy asked, as she trailed her hands over Rainbow Dash’s face.

Rainbow Dash looked broken. She was silent, her face was blank, and she seemed to no longer register anything.

“Oh, you’re the cutest one out of all of them, Rainbow Dash! I don’t know how I managed to do it so perfectly with you!” Fluttershy said.

She stabbed the rapier through both of her legs. Rainbow Dash barely winced. She was mostly… blank.

“If only the others could be as willing as you.” Fluttershy sighed, as she fingered Rainbow Dash’s hair. Fluttershy pecked her lips lovingly, and for a few short seconds, ran her hands across Rainbow Dash’s entire body. She turned to Pinkie Pie once more.

“Say, that Mrs. Cake is probably done by now, isn’t she? Shall I unchain her and see?” Fluttershy asked, not waiting for an answer, as she trudged over to Pinkie’s left.

Mrs. Cake hung, seeming to have no life emanating from her body. Her face was pale.

“I did go a bit far, last time… But, you see,” Fluttershy began, as she unchained her body, and dragged her over to the cauldron.

“That ‘ol Twilight made me do overtime,” Fluttershy continued, as she grunted, picking and shoving Mrs. Cake’s lifeless body into the cauldron, as it disappeared in the liquid in mere seconds.

“And at work, I have to be sane.” Fluttershy said. As she thought about her next sentence, her legs began to drip once more.

“But, being with you guys, I can be myself! Which is amazing, because I really hate being sane. That’s why you’re all my bestest friends!” Fluttershy exclaimed, clasping her hands over her chest, as she prepared for a nightly ritual of sick, twisted torture, and many, many disturbing orgasms.