Author's Note

Content warnings for this chapter -

Mentions of everything in last chapter, Piss(non sexual), Pregnancy, Pregnancy symptoms such as Nausea/vomiting(very light), Trauma and Trauma Reactions

I had intended chapter 2 to be it, Buttt I felt it would be good to split this into 3 or 4, pending how much i want to add on after. So it gets the incomplete tag for now. :)

The Things it Leaves Behind

Its dark when Fluttershy opens her eyes. At some point she fell asleep - she's not sure when - but its clearly been hours, the sun gone and only slight moonlight filtering through her curtains. Her body aches - Her joints from extended hours on the floor, her wings and shoulders and back from the abuse and falling.

Her ears perk up, flicking towards the stairs - she can hear movement, the soft clicking of hooves on the kitchen tile, some form of mumbled words. Her body shakes and her lip quivers, but she forces herself not to make any noise. The heavy cloud of smell she had woken to that morning had cleared - instead of the oppressive odor of pheromones, Fluttershy can smell damp night air, piss, and semen. It's then that she notices the cold dampness beneath her, and the slimy feeling between her hindlegs. She grimaces, slowly moving to stand up.

It takes her a little while - her joints protest immensely and the floor is slippery with urine, so she moves carefully. Doubly so, as she doesn't want to alert her guest downstairs to her wakefulness.

Guest. Should she say guest? Is he really her guest at the moment? Fluttershy's memories of this morning are hazy but hardly inconclusive - she knows exactly what happened. The specifics are lost in the cloud of her hormone addled brain, but she remembers the feeling of teeth on her throat, of hot breath on her privates, and the sound of things being said to her she desperately wants to forget. He said he was going to...make her heat better. She moves out of the puddle and sits down hesitantly, noticing the lack of sensitivity in her rear end. It’s sore, but hardly "first night of heat" sore. Make her heat better...it seems he succeeded.

Fluttershy attempts to spread her wings. First the right - though sore, it spreads with no problem, back to full movement with only a few stretches. The left bursts into fireworks of pain the moment she tries to separate it from her barrel, and before she can stop herself, she lets out a yelp.

Glass shatters downstairs in the kitchen.

Fluttershy hears a crash, and then she hears nothing but the pounding of blood in her ears, which press back tightly against her head. Adrenaline floods her system, and it’s all she can think -

get out getOUT get out predator run get out run AWAY

She bolts, straight down the stairs and straight through one of the windows next to the front door. The thick panic in her veins is all she can feel, the pounding of her heart still loud in her ears -

She doesn’t hear her father call out, and she doesn’t see the rain drizzling down, and she doesn’t feel the glass as it digs into her skin.

She doesn’t know where she’s running, either. She just knows she can’t stop.

She runs for hours. She has no way of telling how long, but she runs until she can’t run anymore, until the pain and the bruising and the glass splinters suddenly all catch up to her - and she collapses underneath the thick roots of a tree, just as the sun ascends the sky.

It’s evening again by the time she finds her way back to ponyville. Well, the outskirts at least - she’s in the apple orchard, with a farmhouse just down the hill.

It’s Applejack that sees her first - Fluttershy can tell by how fast the farmhouse door swings open, the hinges squealing loud enough Fluttershy can hear it from the hilltop. The farmponies’ hooves dig up little half-moons in the dirt as she runs, which is the part of this scene that Fluttershy notices the most.

I must look pretty bad, with her running so recklessly.

Fluttershy collapses into Applejack the moment the farmpony approaches her. “Fluttershy!” Applejack yells, but she sounds so far away…

Fluttershy hears whispered voices as she comes to, and the soft clicking of a door. She groans softly, a wave of pain settling over her body, and tries to roll onto her side - but stops when she feels a hoof on her shoulder.

“Ah wouldn’t roll over sugarcube, your stomach is the only safe place to lay on right now.” The pony says - the voice is very familiar, but different than what Fluttershy expected. She opens her eyes cautiously, relieved to find the lighting dim. She’s not sure the pounding in her head would’ve let her keep her eyes open otherwise.

Standing beside her is Granny Smith, staring at her with a poorly-hidden look of concern. Beside her on the nightstand is a bowl of soup - squash, Fluttershy would guess from the color - and a glass of water.

Noticing her staring, Granny Smith picks up the glass of water and holds it up to Fluttershy’s mouth. She drinks slowly, but eagerly, and doesn’t stop until the glass is empty. Granny gestures at the soup, but Fluttershy shakes her head.

“What done happened to you, child?” Granny Smith asks, voice low. “You look like you done got stuck in a three-window shed in a hurricane, and I ain’t heard no winds blowin’!” Fluttershy stares down at her well-bandaged hooves, and stays silent.

Granny Smith sighs, and turns towards the door. “I ain’t gonna force it outta ya, but I do think you should think about this. We’re all here for ya. And given those bite marks on yer neck, I think I know what you’ve been through. I’ve been there myself before.” The last part is mumbled, and Fluttershy almost misses it. By the time she looks up, mouth open to ask a question, the door is clicking closed.

Fluttershy stars at that door for a long moment, then lays her head back down.

She has a lot to think about.

By the time Fluttershy hears movement downstairs, she has scooted up the bed, started and then finished her soup, and moved to counting planks that make up Applejack’s bedroom wall. She has a lot she doesn’t want to think about.

The sound of hooves on the stairs makes Fluttershy tense, but she forces herself to believe it’s just one of the Apple’s coming to check on her. That doesn’t stop her from jumping, however, when she hears the door start to swing open.

The squeak that comes out of Fluttershy starts due to surprise but is ultimately due to the pain caused as she attempts to stand up. Applejack looks startled as her face appears on the doorway, but she enters nonetheless.

“Hey Fluttershy, sorry, ah didn’t expect ya to be awake.” She says, gently kicking the door closed behind her. “I’m glad you ate the soup, though, you look like you needed it.” She walks up to the bedside and sits down, her fur shining with a light sheen of sweat.

“I stopped by your place, got all the animals squared away -“ Applejack starts, but is cut off by the loud wail that Fluttershy makes. Applejack’s eyes grow wide like saucers, her ears flinching back against her head. The sound Fluttershy makes seems almost as if she’d been hit, and when she realizes it, she quickly covers her face with a pillow.

Fluttershy says something, muffled by the pillow, and doesn’t see the growing look of concern on Applejack’s face. “Sugarcube, what happened? You’re acting like you saw a ghost or something’, and yer window was all smashed out!”

“Was he…there?” Fluttershy murmurs, pulling the pillow off of her face only just long enough to get out the words. Applejack seemed to be about to say something else, but pauses when she hears the words.

“Who? Nopony was there except your animals, that I saw.” She says, squinting in concentration. “Did Discord do this to you?” She asks, carefully, A barely contained rage simmering behind her voice. Fluttershy let’s the pillow drop, and shakes her head.

“Well, then…who did?”

It’s another week before Fluttershy manages to talk about it. Her friends stop by daily, one at a time, each one letting her know how her animals are doing. Some handle it better than others - Twilight and Pinkie simply treat her as a little sick, not asking any questions. Applejack asks once each time she sees her but drops it when Fluttershy chokes up, and continues to bring her food and take care of her, no hesitation. Rarity begins to tear up each time she looks at Fluttershy, unable to stay very long each time she comes by.

It’s when Rainbow Dash comes by that the dam breaks - literally, in some ways.

Fluttershy doesn’t notice the door open, the flashy colors of the other Pegasus not drawing her eye even a little. She’s too busy throwing up into the toilet to notice much else.

“Fluttershy, uhh…what’s going on?” Rainbow says from the doorway, eyes wide and hoof still hovering in the air where she had used to it to push open the door.

Fluttershy looks up at her childhood friend, her wings shaking at her sides and bile coating her chin, and begins to sob. The noise is so loud that Rainbow Dash immediately startles, her wings flaring up at her sides and banging into the doorframe. She quickly jumps into action however, running across the floor to be at her friends side. Fluttershy turns her body towards Rainbow and immediately curls into her chest, bursting out into sobs as she does so.

"I'm..." Fluttershy starts, heaving out heavy sobs between her words. "P-p-pregnant..."

Rainbow holds her, but stares wide eyed out the window as she does so. She had been in here a few days ago, knowing only that something awful had happened to her friend - She's assumed a timberwolf attack, honestly, that one had broken in through that shattered window and gotten Fluttershy in bed. Would explain her questions of "him" in her home, Rainbow had reasoned.

But this wasn't something she had anticipated at all.

Fighting the distinct urges to both run away from this situation and to rush off and fight some unknown stallion, Rainbow rubs a hoof in weak circles between Fluttershy's wings instead. "I'm here for you, Shy. Anything you need."

"Do you want to talk about it?"