Fluttershy's Love

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Story: Fluttershy's Love
Chapter 5: Three Ways To Play
Word Count: 5,661

Author: Zachedwrad94
Co-Author: DropDeadThenDance

WARNING: Torture, Gore, Dismemberment, Sexual Themes, Canibalism, and Rape

Fluttershy sat in the loveseat, the softly colored sofa facing the door, and she stared. Her eyes were wide and her wings tense against her back as she waited, waited, and waited for a sound that had seemed to come to her home every single day since the madness started. The sound of hoofsteps, a knock at the door, or maybe even voices approaching, but the hours had ticked by and still, no pony had come. It’d been four days since her last victim, Rarity, and it seemed that every day before that, somepony had come and fallen victim to Fluttershy’s games…

But the last few days had been different. Sure, she had all the time she wanted with Big Mac, but she missed her friends too, and it bothered her that none of them had come to visit her lately. Hadn’t she been locked up in her house for almost three weeks now? Shouldn’t one of her loving and caring friends have come and checked in on her by now?

She huffed a little as she glanced at the window, seeing the sun slowly falling behind the hills of Ponyville. Princess Luna was already bringing the moon up into the sky, which meant Fluttershy had wasted the entire day sitting on her flank, watching the front door. With a small, disappointed huff, Fluttershy hopped down to the floor and headed towards the hatch leading to the basement.

“Dearest!” Fluttershy called as she walked down the stairs.

She flipped on the light and Big Mac glanced over to her, his eyes tearing up a bit as the light burned his sensitive eyes. “Yes?” he asked darkly, staring at her with an almost irritated look. He’d been locked down in the cellar for five weeks and counting with barely any food, hardly any water, and he’d been brutally mutilated on several different occasion, so his feeling towards Fluttershy were a bit… Pressed.

“I was wondering…” Fluttershy said as she walked over to Rarity, the sunglasses having fallen off her face for the twentieth time. “Who would you like me to invite over?” she asked as she replaced the sunglasses then started to fuss with Rarity’s hair, the White mare twitching and groaning as Fluttershy poked and pulled at the dried up heap. She glanced over at him, her eyes glimmering despite the lack of light. “Who would you like to see?”

Big Mac stared at her for a few moments before saying anything. “Nopony in particular,” he said simply. “At least nopony I wanna see get slaughtered,” he told her and Fluttershy huffed slightly.

She walked over to him and then nuzzled her head under his chin, cuddling against his restrained form. “Oh, honey, why do you have to be so mean to me?” she asked as she kissed his neck and chin. “Is this about that fight we had?” she asked softly. “I didn’t mean to raise my voice… I’m so sorry,” she whimpered.

“Now don’t ya start crying,” he said in a flat tone, eyes narrowed slightly as he watched the yellow mare cuddle up against him. “I surely hate it when ya cry,” he said as he turned his face away in defiance, not totally realizing what he had just said.

“Big Mac!” Fluttershy gasped as she pushed herself away from him, eyes wide. “Oh, you really do care!” she said as she rested her head on his shoulder, her hoofs upon his chest. “I knew you’d come around sooner or later!” she said, not seeing Big Mac’s irritated expression. She pushed away from him and kissed his bare teeth briefly then placed herself back firmly on the floor. “I know who to invite now!”

“Oh?” Big Mac asked simply. “And who’d that lucky pony be?”

Fluttershy pecked his teeth again, a cute little smile on her face. “How about one of your sisters?” she asked and watched as Big Mac’s eyes began to widen, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to protest, but no words came to his shocked mind. “I knew you’d love that idea!” she said with a little giggle, then took off towards the stairs. “I mean, since we’ll be getting married soon, it’s only natural that I’d get to know your family better,” she said then disappeared up the stairs, ignoring Big Mac’s shouts of protest.

She glanced out the window, seeing the sun had set, and looking to the clock she saw that it was already about nine o’clock. She nodded once to herself, knowing that most ponies turned in early, and then headed for the door. She stepped outside and inhaled fresh air, tasting the crisp summer night flavor as her wings began to flutter, carrying her tiny form into the air. She flew towards Ponyville at a casual speed, feeling that there was no reason to hurry.

She had been intending to fly over Ponyville and go straight to Sweet Apple Acres, but as she passed over the unsuspecting town, she noticed a single light on. She descended slowly towards the house, figuring it would be completely abandoned by now, but as she approached Cheerilee’s home she couldn’t help but wonder who was there. Fluttershy dropped down by the lit window and peered between the sloppily drawn curtains, curious to see who would be awake at this hour.

Inside, gathered around a mound of colorful goodies was the Cutiemark Crusaders. There were toys, blankets and pillows, and candy wrappers scatter all around the room, and the fillies were chattering back and forth excitedly, obviously intoxicated on the sugary goods they had consumed. Scootaloo, Cheerilee’s own baby sister, was laughing and snorting as she rolled around on the floor, seemingly unaware of the chunks of chocolate that were smeared into her coat. “Isn’t this fun?” she asked her two friends, grinning widely as the sugar surged through her system.

Sweetiebell giggled. “Yeah!” she said excitedly. “It’s been so fun since our sisters left! We’ve been able to play over at your house as much as we want, and nopony tells us we have to play quiet!” she said and then rolled over, beginning to laugh just like Scootaloo.

Applebloom was the only pony of the crusaders that seemed unhappy with the situation. “Girls,” she murmured. “Where did ya’ll’s sisters get to anyhow?” she asked as she glanced around the room. “I mean, ain’t we gonna to get in trouble if they come home?”

“Oh, come on Applebloom!” Sweetiebell teased with a smile. “Don’t be such a spoilsport. We’re not going to get in trouble,” she told her nervous friend.

Applebloom nodded a little, but she couldn’t shake the uneasiness that was welling up inside of her. She had overheard Applejack talking to the Royal Guard about Big Macintosh disappearing and they told her he had disappeared without a trace. From what she had heard, there was no sign of him, and neighboring towns hadn’t seen a pony with his description either. It scared her to think that something might have happened to her big brother, and she suspected the same thing had happened to Cheerilee and Rarity.

Suddenly, there was a sound from down stairs, and every filly yelped in surprise. “What was that?” Sweetiebell murmured in a terrified voice.

“I reckon it’s whatever took my big brother and ya’ll’s sisters,” Applebloom whispered and the other two ponies hugged each other in terror, whimpering as they thought of all the horrible monsters that could have taken their loved ones. Then, as if to confirm their fears, a sound came from the stairs. “Come on girls,” Applebloom murmured. “Let’s show that there monster that’s there’s gonna be hay to pay when we find Big Mac and the others,” she whispered and the other two nodded slowly.

With new found bravery they slowly approached the door, their ears laid back as they considered what kind of thing might be lurking up the stairs, drawing closer and closer to the three friends. They stood close together, plastic swords and foam baseball bats at their disposal as the monster finally reached their door.

“Fluttershy!” they all gasped as the yellow pony peered into the room

“Hello everypony,” she said softly as she glanced around the room. “I saw the light on and I thought maybe Cheerilee had come back,” she said as she walked into the room, her presence soothing the scared crusaders. “What are you fillies doing here by yourselves?”

“Well… See, we… Um?” Scootaloo said slowly, glancing at Sweetiebell for an explanation.

“We were, uh…” continued the little white mare that then looked to the last of the crusaders, Applebloom scuffing her hoof against the wood planks.

She stopped her hoof then looked up. “Now don’t ya’ll go trying to pin this on me,” she said and the other two gasped, their plans of Applebloom tanking the explanation ruined. “Afterall, ya’ll told my big sis that somepony was gonna be here watching us!” she huffed as she said this, turning her head away from the other two Cutiemark Crusaders. “The nerve of someponies,” she murmured.

Fluttershy looked around the semicircle of fillies and then frowned. “Oh dear… Well, I can’t leave you girls here by yourselves,” she said slowly, her voice soft as she turned back towards the stairs. “You three should come back to my house, then nopony will get in trouble, and I’ll feel better knowing you’re with somepony safe,” she said as she smiled back at them.

“She drives a hard bargain,” Scootaloo murmured then shrugged. “Come on, let’s go. At least we know Fluttershy’s a pushover,” she said with a little laugh and Sweetiebell and the orange filly exchanged a few soft giggles.

“Now hold your horseshoes everypony,” Applebloom said just barely above a whisper. “I’m thinking we shouldn’t be going nowhere with anypony,” she said and the other two glanced at her, giving her odd looks. “Well… Ya see, I told Applejack I’d be here, and she’ll be madder than a rotten apple if she comes to get me and I ain’t here,” she explained and then plopped down on her flank, eyes glancing between her friends and the door. “And I reckon your folks will be just as angry if they find out we left without their permission.”

“Why would they be mad?” Sweetiebell said softly, obviously confused. “My parents always told me that I should stay with a bigger pony, so we’ll be fine,” she offered as her and Scootaloo started down the stairs, going after Fluttershy.

Applebloom bit her lip as her friends descended into darkness and, with a huff, she jumped down the first three steps. “Aw, to hay with it,” she murmured as she spotted her friends hind ends.

They followed Fluttershy from the house, prancing about quietly as they passed houses and shops, getting closer and closer to the edge. Fluttershy beamed silently as they finally left town, her chore almost done. She convinced the fillies to trot along with her, telling them it was a race to her house, and whoever won would get a treat like no other. The three little ponies then took off, giggling and cheering as they approached the tiny cottage.

Fluttershy trotted behind them slowly and watched as Scootaloo jumped forward, slamming her hoof against the wooden door. “Called it!” she chimed as her two friends met her at the front door. “I won, I won!” she sang as she bounced back and forth, the other two ponies sticking their tongues out at her.

“You wouldn’t have won if you didn’t get that head start,” Sweetiebell said simply, her pride obviously suffering a blow after the epic race.

Applebloom nodded. “That’s right, and I know I say ya using your wings! That’s cheating, Scootaloo!” she said as Fluttershy finally unlocked the door and the three fillies went into the house, innocently unaware of what was happening.

“I think I know how I can fix all this,” Fluttershy said as she pranced deeper into the house, flipping on a light so the fillies could see. “How about I give all of you a treat? Would that be fair?” she asked and, still a little bit sore from losing, the Crusaders agreed to Fluttershy’s terms. She smiled at them and then walked over to the cellar hatch, throwing open the heavy, oak door with surprising ease. “Alright, last filly down is a rotten apple,” she said teasingly and the three fillies charged for the hatch, none of them wanting to be the apple.

They shot into complete darkness and, in their excitement, practically threw themselves down the stairs. Sweetiebell landed first, her leg slamming into a barrel and the stairs on her way down, and she screamed as Scootaloo landed right on top of it, bending it unnaturally. “You’re hurting me Scootaloo!” she cried out, not noticing the menacing footsteps approaching them.

“I’m sorry Sweetiebell, I tripped over your tail!” Scootaloo hastily apologized as she helped her friend unto her tender hoof, still completely blind.

“Where in blue tarnation is the light?” Applebloom grumbled as she felt around the wall, she being the only one who hadn’t gone rushing down the stairs once she realized they were there. She whistled a little as she finally found the light switch, but a hoof glided over hers and flipped it. The three fillies gasped, quickly scooting together when they could fully see everything around them.

Sweetiebell looked over to Rarity, shocked. “Sis! What are you doing down here!?” she asked shocked, but received no answer. The older mare simply stared at the ceiling, her head tilting unnaturally far one way as drool dibbled down her chin.

“Oh honey!” Fluttershy said as she pranced over to the sleeping Big Mac, the little ones noticing him for the first time. “Wake up, I brought company!” she said, nudging the stallion with her nose. The ponies, finally sensing their fate, ran for the stairs. They ascended them, their tiny hooves barely able to jump the large steps, but they made it to the door at last.

Scootaloo slammed into it, trying to budge it, but it was stuck. “I can’t open it!” she cried frantically, the sound of Fluttershy humming coming from below them.

“Teamwork, crusaders!” Applebloom demanded and the three fillies shoved into the door together, using their combined strength to open the hatch. They heard the hinges creek as the door began to rise and they knew if they could get the door open, they could escape into the Everfree forest. Fluttershy wouldn’t get them if they could escape to Zecora’s house, but as they raised the wooden slab enough for a filly to fit through, Fluttershy snatched Scootaloo by the tail.

She wailed as the yellow mare dragged her down the stairs, begging for her friends to save her, but they wondered what they could do against a full grown pony. Fluttershy threw Scootaloo up on the table, belly up, and tied her hooves to the legs of the table, leaving poor Scootaloo spread eagle on the slab. Fluttershy smiled as she walked a circle around the scared filly, her friends peering out from just a few stairs high. “Since you won the race,” said the yellow devil. “You get your treat first,” Fluttershy said as she climbed up onto the table.

She leaned forward and bit down hard on Scootaloo’s shoulder, jerking her head side to side as she dug her teeth deeper into the filly. Scootaloo screamed, jerking left and right wildly, and Fluttershy could hear the little orange pony’s bones creak in protest to the violent movement. Fluttershy ripped the chunk of flesh out of the filly’s shoulder and swallowed it whole, twitching a bit as the large piece of meat forced its way down her throat.

Blood oozed from between Fluttershy’s lips and she smiled a little to herself, running her tongue across the streams of blood escaping her mouth. She threw her head back down and started ripping off the flesh around the wound, enjoying the screams and agonized cries of her victim. “Mmm, taste like chicken,” Fluttershy murmured with some humor as she wiped her hoof across her face. She jumped from the table and dug around under the bread oven until she found a large pot.

Her intentions unclear, she disappeared into the dark back half of the cellar and running water could be heard. Scootaloo twitched, trying to look over at her shoulder, but could only twitch in agony and she looked up at the ceiling, tears running down her face. “Help!” she screamed wildly, jerking about again, blood pouring from the wound. “Somepony, anypony! Help me, please!!” she sobbed.

The frantic pleas woke Big Mac, his head swirling with sleep, and he looked up. He gasped when he realized who he was staring at. “Scootaloo?” he said and she jerked at the sound of his voice. He looked up, seeing a familiar little pony creeping down the stairs. “Oh no,” Big Mac murmured slowly, eyes widening in terror. “Not my baby sis…”

Applebloom creeped down the stairs, tears streaming down her face, but the look of purpose burning in her big orange eyes made Big Mac’s own eyes sting with the threat of tears. She jumped the last step, surprisingly silent, and she scooted herself towards her injured friend. “Don’t ya worry Scootaloo,” she murmured softly, choking on a sob, before biting down on the rope that held one of Scootaloo’s hooves. “I’ma get ya outta here,” she grumbled through the rope, tugging and pulling at the knot until it came loose.

Fluttershy came back from the dark, not noticing Applebloom tugging at the third rope holding her friend down. She hummed to herself as she set the pot of water on the edge of the bread oven, allowing the water to heat up, and then turned to get back to working on Scootaloo. She walked over and, as she put her front hooves on the edge of the table, she felt a harsh kick to her leg. She stumbled, falling back and slamming her head on the on the ash pan under the Bread Oven.

As Fluttershy groaned, Applebloom ripped the last rope from Scootaloo’s body and then tugged on her friend’s hoof. “Get up!” she cried as she pulled Scootaloo down. Sweetiebell ran down the stairs, helping Applebloom pull their traumatized friend from the table. With a look of terror on her face, Applebloom ran towards Big Mac and began tugging and tearing at his ropes, trying to get him free. “Come on Big Macintosh!” she said through gritted teeth. “We gotta get outta here, ‘fore she wakes up!”

“Just go!” Big Mac shouted hoarsely, twisting about in the loosened ropes. “Sweetiebell, ya’ll gotta use your magic to help my baby sis open the door, go!” he shouted and Applebloom opened her mouth to protest the order. “Don’t you go arguing with you brother! Go!” he snapped and Applebloom nodded hastily.

Sweetiebell was already dragging the wounded Scootaloo up the stairs, her horn glowing brightly, and turning the tears on her face into a simmering silver. The door began to glow and Applebloom ran at the door, slamming into it full force. The door creaked in protest, but didn’t budge, and down below they could hear the demon stirring. “Come on!” Applebloom screamed into the door. “Keep on it Sweetiebell, you’re the only hope we got left!”

The white filly sobbed as she tried to focus on the door, her eyes blurring with tears as the soft purple light glowed in front of her, the flames from the bread oven flickering behind them and casting eerie orange shadows on their backs. Scootaloo twitched as she leaned on her friends shoulder, just barely conscious. “You… You can… do it…” she murmured weakly, her head tilting slightly. “You can… Sweetie… Bell…”

Sweetiebell closed her eyes tightly, shaking with the effort and strain of using her magic so extensively. She cried out, the pain welling up in her as the door creaked and the light from upstairs shot down on them. Applebloom pushed against the door, holding the majority of the weight on her back as she reached back for Scootaloo. “Hurry!” she said as Sweetiebell pushed the twitching filly towards Applebloom.

Suddenly, Sweetiebell screamed as Fluttershy grabbed her tail. The aura around the hatch fizzled then died out completely, the small enclosure fading into darkness with only the ominous orange light dancing about the ponies. Fluttershy threw Sweetiebell down the stairs, watching as the white pony bounced across the floor and began to scream, tears flowing from her eyes as she tried to pull herself up, her horn lighting up again.

Fluttershy glared down, her eyes fierce, but she turned her attention to Applebloom who was caught between the hatch and the frame. The Yellow mare marched right past the unconscious Scootaloo, her hooves tracking the filly’s blood up the remaining steps as she threw the door open. Applebloom jerked, trying to pull away from the insane pony, but was hurting from the weight of the door. Fluttershy grabbed her then dragged her back into the basement, muttering about stupid fillies.

She threw Applebloom into one of the barrels, hard, and the young pony was almost knocked out. “Well,” Fluttershy said as she walked over to Sweetiebell. “I didn’t think you’d be able to use your magic so well,” Fluttershy said with a smile, but her voice dripped like venom from a snake’s mouth. “Just like your sister, always showing off,” she said as she kicked the filly in the face.

She stormed over to the bread oven, digging around nearby, until she found Rarity’s horn. “I think I’ll make some use of this, just one more time,” she said as she walked back towards the tiny white mare. Sweetiebell started to crawl away, trying to get behind a stack of barrels, but as her hoof reached the shadow of the barrels, Fluttershy slammed her hoof down on the filly’s hurt leg, effectively stopping her. “Oh, come now,” she said as she yanked Sweetiebell from the darkness. “The fun’s just getting started.”

Applebloom pushed herself up, ignoring the protesting shouts of Big Mac, and then charged towards Fluttershy. “You leave her alone!” she shouted, her puny voice echoing in the cellar. Fluttershy slammed down on her front hooves and slammed her hind legs directly into Applebloom’s face, silencing her for the time being. Fluttershy gave a sharp, irritated nod in Applebloom’s direction as she stood on her friend. “I’d deal with you now, but you and I have bonding to do,” she said then turned her attention back to Sweetiebell.

Fluttershy planted herself down on Sweetiebell, placing her flank on top of her chest and made it so it was near impossible for the filly to breath. With a wicked smile, Fluttershy shoved Rarity’s horn inside of Sweetiebell’s anus, slamming it inside of her with one hoof while Fluttershy reached about in search of something, anything, she could use to torture the filly.

Sweetiebell could barely scream, her lungs being crushed by the larger pony, but tears and gasped pleas mercy escaped her lips as she struggled uselessly against what was happening to her. She screamed weakly as Fluttershy shoved something into her virgin hole, the tail end of the hammer, and Fluttershy laughed a bit as the little mare began to bleed despite how small the hammer’s handle was. Urine began to poor out over Fluttershy’s hoof, mixing with the blood already there, and the yellow pony pulled her hoof away from a moment, leaving the hammer and Rarity’s horn inside of Sweetiebell.

She licked the blood and piss from her hoof, smiling a bit, before she grabbed Sweetiebell and dragged her towards the table. She turned the pony upside down, tying her to the leg of the table, which left her lower regions at easy access to Fluttershy. With a little giggle, the yellow pony went over to the oven, snatching up the pot of now boiling water. “This should take care of you nicely,” Fluttershy said as she yanked the hammer out, tossing it aside.

She poured the boiling water inside of Sweetiebell and the filly screeched, her voice shrill and cracking as her body began to twitch and spaz out. Steam rose from her opening, the water boiling her cavity and causing it to bubble and burn. Fluttershy threw the pot aside then slid her upper jaw into the opening, her lower jaw resting just above Sweetiebell’s clitorises. She bit down, jerking her head back and forth until the skin began to tear, and she ripped away chunks of flesh from the pony’s body.

She then took the hammer and began destroying the pelvis further, breaking bone and cartilage way, and exposing the cavity completely. Blood splattered across Fluttershy face, bone fragments digging into her skin and making her itch as she slammed the hammer in and around what was left of Sweetiebell’s vagina. The white filly herself twitched, eyes rolling back into her skull, and her mouth hanging open as drool and blood oozed out.

Fluttershy reared up on her hind legs then shoved a hoof into the small cavity, slamming her full weight into the pony and she jerked again, a small whine escaping what was left of her. Fluttershy slammed her hoof down harshly on the now exposed womb, slamming it down into Sweetiebell’s body, and the pony’s neck cracked as her head was turned and jerked against the floor.

Finally, Fluttershy pulled her bloody hooves out of what remained of Sweetiebell’s body. She untied her and let her fall onto her side, twitching with simple muscle spasms. “I doubt you’ll recover from that but… Just to make sure,” she said and then picked up the hammer once more. She rolled the white filly onto her back and then, raising the tool above her head, she slammed the hammer into her tiny horn over and over again until it pierced the little pony’s skull, diving into her brain, and finishing her off.

Big Mac twitched as he watched, unable to peel his eyes away. His head was pounding from the sound of the fillies screaming, his body shaking, and he shook his head as the images began dancing around inside of his head. His neck tilted, causing him to stare up at the ceiling as Fluttershy’s humming began playing in his ears, and he jerked when he felt a little touch.

He looked down, his neck snapping sharply as he stared at Scootaloo. It was obvious that she wasn’t totally conscious yet, but tears still streamed down her face. He knew she would die soon; Fluttershy would torture her to death, dismembered her, and make her completely unrecognizable. He felt his shoulder twitch, his leg coming loose, and he felt his leg come free of the ropes at alst. He reached down slowly, embracing the sobbing, doomed filly.

Fluttershy turned, hearing a sharp snap, and saw Scootaloo fall to the floor, her head turned unnaturally far to the right. Fluttershy stared at the body for a few moments before glancing up at Big Mac, his eye twitching, and his mouth hanging open as he stared down at the tiny, lifeless body. “I… I didn’t mean it,” he said as he stared down at Scootaloo, transfixed by the tears seeping into her fur. He shook his head back forth, his thoughts fighting with themselves, and Fluttershy wondered what was wrong with him.

Before she could say anything to Big Mac, she heard a soft groan. She turned, finding that Applebloom had at last found her way back to the world of the living, and she cheered. “Finally!” she said and then pranced over to the disorientated filly. “Now that you’re finally awake, and those pesky girls are done, you and I can start bonding!” she said as she dragged Applebloom to the middle of the room.

Fluttershy pranced off, returning with Big Mac’s severed penis. “Let’s start with this!” she said as she kicked the pony over onto her back. Fluttershy crouched down and, with a grin, shoved the tip of the penis into Applebloom’s pussy. “No!” the filly cried out as Fluttershy pinned her down with one of her hind legs, pushing the penis in with the front ones.

The opening was tight, tearing apart as Fluttershy slammed the erection into the filly. She pounded into her, the pressure from the member moving Applebloom’s whole body as she screamed out, blood oozing out from her tiny body. Fluttershy bent down, lapping up the blood and juices, some coming from the long since dead and rotting penis. Applebloom jerked as her head was slammed into the floor, her body jerking harshly as Fluttershy became more and more excited.

She yanked the penis out of Applebloom’s body then rolled over the crying filly, begging the older mare to stop. She dropped the dildo then crouched down, shoving her tongue inside of the filly’s anus and, again, she cried out. “Big Mac!” she sobbed. “Help me!” she begged, her brother’s head turned away, eyes tightly shut, and teeth clenched.

Fluttershy pulled away, wiping shit away from her face as she scooped up the penis again. She slammed the boner into the tight ass of Applebloom, and laughed as the filly started scream again, crying out and begging her to stop, but Fluttershy had no intention of quitting until Applebloom was so ruined that she couldn’t bear to move anymore.

However, as Fluttershy raped Applebloom, she felt her own regions begin to heat up, her body aching for some attention focused solely on her. She controlled herself at first, keeping focused on slamming the dildo into the filly but soon her hoof was sliding between her legs, her resolve faltering, and she couldn’t contain it anymore. She yanked the member out of her sister-to-be and laid herself on the floor, shoving Big Mac’s pride into her vagina, screaming.

Applebloom twitched in pain, blood oozing out from between her legs and creating a small puddle around her. Shit oozed out of her ass, mashed around inside of her until it was almost soup, and she pissed herself as she started to crawl towards Big Mac, Fluttershy’s moaning coming from behind her. “Big… Brother,” she murmured, eyes half lidded, and the Stallion came too.

He looked down at her, his eyes wide, and he quickly switched his gaze to Fluttershy. “Applebloom,” he said, looking down at her as his leg twitched; the same one that had killed Scootaloo just a few moments ago. “Listen to your brother now,” he told her gently, trying not to distract Fluttershy from her session. “Get up them stairs. There’s a shelf in the wall just big enough for ya to fit,” he told her his body shaking as she stared up at him. “Hide, she won’t get ya there. Go.”

Applebloom stared up at him but, with tears still running from her eyes, she began dragging herself towards the stairs as Fluttershy screamed, her flank twitching as she fucked herself. The filly tried her best not to listen, her abused body making its way up the stairs at a painfully slow pace, but she was closing in on her target. With a soft sob, Applebloom climbed up to the crawl space and managed to get herself inside halfway, her tail end hanging out.

She heard Fluttershy’s screaming and moaning begin to waver, the yellow mare having finished herself off, and she knew that she was running out of time. She could hear Fluttershy start moving about and then she called for the filly in a sickeningly sweet voice. Applebloom twitched, tears running down her face as she kicked and squirmed, trying to pull herself into the opening.

She heard Fluttershy hit the stairs and she screamed. “There you are!” said the angry yellow pony as she ran up towards the filly. Fluttershy grabbed Applebloom’s leg, planning to drag her out and finish up with her, but Applebloom had other plans.

The little filly turned, angry, and slammed her hoof into Fluttershy’s face, stunning the devil. Applebloom crawled into the hole, scrambling to get to the wall on the other end. She kicked up dirt and little rocks that were scattered in the shelf, and she could almost feel Fluttershy frantically grabbing at her, but she had managed to reach the opposite wall, hiding her face in her hooves, and tried her best to ignore Fluttershy’s insane threats and ravings.

“Oh, Big Mac!” Fluttershy screamed as she jumped down the stairs. “You’re sister doesn’t want to spend time with me!” she cried, putting her bloody hooves against her face as she began to cry again.

“… Don’t cry,” Big Mac said after a few moments, catching the yellow mare’s attention. “Just start thinkin’ about your… Our… Next guest,” Big Mac said slowly and Fluttershy pulled her hooves away from her face, her features completely smeared in the red substance. “You’re… Doing a good job,” he choked on his words, unsure of where they were coming from, or why he couldn’t stop them.

“Do… Do you mean it?” she asked softly and, despite his best efforts, Big Mac nodded. He watched a smile spread across the grotesque little demon’s face and she wiped at a few tears. “Alright. I’ll do that,” she told him then pranced over and pecked him on the cheek. “I’ll go take a shower, then we’ll spend some time together,” she said and then trotted off, making her way up the stairs.

She stopped by the shelf, glancing down at it. “That goes for you too, baby sister.”

The filly hiding in the hole twitched but didn’t speak. No, instead, Applebloom closed her eyes and tried her best not to think that there would never be a band of ponies quite like the Cutiemark Crusaders.