Fluttershy's Love

Story: Fluttershy's Love
Chapter 7: Breakfast and Bed
Word Count: 4,431

Author: Zachedwrad94
Co-Author: DropDeadThenDance

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

Co-Author's Note: I would like to personally apologize for the horribly long wait on this chapter. There were a lot of things that postponed the productivity of this particular chapter, namely the fact that it focuses a lot on Applebloom, and she’s one of my favorite ponies so… Yeah. Anyway, I apologize again for how long it took for me to finish this chapter… Anyway! Read on readers, and pretend today is November 8th, not December 8th!! :D

Fluttershy began to whistle gently, moving her hoof back in forth to match the rhythm of the song she was singing. Three tiny yellow birds began to whistle along with her, sitting in their nest, and bobbing back and forth as they began to learn the tune. “See?” Fluttershy asked delicately, a smile on her face. She whistled again for a moment and the baby birds began to sing along, their mother sitting a branch up, and she began to sing as well. “There you go. You all sound so wonderful together,” Fluttershy complimented and then began to sing with the birds again.

Together they formed a small choir and soon other birds began to join in their song, the melody gaining volume and various tones of birds both big and small. Just a few trots down the road Twilight Sparkle and Spike were heading up the trail, both hoping to find some sign of the Cutiemark Crusaders who had gone missing the night before. Twilight paused when she saw the yellow Pegasus and smiled a little to herself, glad to see that somepony was handling the situation with some tact.

Spike and Twilight sat just far enough away that they could speak without interrupting Fluttershy’s lessons, both listening to the gentle tune that Fluttershy’s woodland choir was making. Although, despite how relaxing the music was, Spike was still thinking of his beloved Rarity and how she has gone missing. Nopony had seen her, but Pinkie Pie had mentioned that she had wanted to go see Fluttershy at some point that day. It bothered him that nopony had really talked to Fluttershy about the disappearances of all the ponies, and it disturbed him that the mare could act so… Happy.

“Twilight,” Spike said just above a whisper, making sure that Fluttershy couldn’t hear him. “Isn’t Fluttershy acting kind of strange?” he asked.

Twilight glanced at him, a confused look in her eyes. “What do you mean Spike?”

The baby dragon stared at his friend, eyes narrowed a bit as he wondered how she couldn’t notice something so obvious. “I mean,” he stressed. “She’s so bubbly. Rarity, Rainbowdash, and Big Mac are all missing; they’re all ponies she cares about and she doesn’t seem bothered at all,” he explained, naming off the ponies on his claws as he tried to make his point clear. “And what about Cheerilee? Wouldn’t Fluttershy have motive-”

“Now hold on a minute, Spike,” Twilight said sternly. “I know Fluttershy is acting a little strangely, and I know what you mean about Cheerilee… But this is Fluttershy we’re talking about,” she offered her faithful assistant, a smile playing on her lips. “Fluttershy’s been having a really hard time lately, we all have, and she’s just handling differently than some ponies,” she assured as she began walking towards the mare as the song reached its end. Spike was about to speak again but the purple pony began to speak first. “That sounded wonderful Fluttershy.”

The yellow pegasus dropped to the ground as the birds began to disperse and she smiled shyly, digging her hoof at the ground. “Thanks, Twilight,” she murmured then glanced up, seeing Spike’s narrowed eyes. She glanced away, a tiny frown beginning to form on her lips. “I’ve been trying to keep busy, so I don’t get in the way… Of the investigation,” she murmured then glanced back at Twilight, her eyes wide. “Have they learned anything yet?”

Twilight frowned herself, ears flattening against her head as she thought of her meeting with the team Princess Celestia had assigned to the case. “Not really,” she confessed. “Someponies think Rarity might have been going to Canterlot, but nopony by the station saw her,” Twilight explained. “As for Rainbowdash, well… We thought she might have gone to Cloudsdale for a visit, but nopony up there has seen her either… It’s all very strange,” Twilight explained and Fluttershy nodded slowly, her expression portraying worry, but Spike still felt uncomfortable with her earlier behavior.

“I see,” she said softly. “I hope everypony is alright,” she murmured, her mane falling over one of eyes as she looked down at the ground. “It’s all a lot to think about,” she said in an even softer tone. “Twilight?” the yellow mare whispered. “Can I tell you something? Something really secret?” she asked, ignoring the triumphant look on Spike’s face.

“Of course Fluttershy, as long as you don’t mind Spike hearing as well,” she offered and Fluttershy nodded, offering a tiny nod and a smile to the baby dragon.

The mare turned her head, sticking her mouth into a small saddle bag on her side. She produced a small white envelope. She passed it to Spike and he stared at it, observing the signature on the back. “Oh my gosh,” he murmured. “It’s from Big Mac!” he gasped in shock and Twilight stared at him, astonishment ebbing onto her expression as she looked between the letter and the mare who had been carrying it.

“It is,” Fluttershy said and then scooted closer to Twilight. “Big Mac came home a few days ago,” she whispered to Twilight and Spike, the two gasping in shock. Fluttershy began to smile, a brilliant blush dancing across her face. “He’s been staying at my house, and we’ve talk a lot about what happened,” she explained and then gestured to the letter with her nose. “He asked me give that letter to you so Spike could send it to the Princess… Will you two do this for us?” she asked.

“Of course! But why so secretive?” Twilight asked, happiness welling up inside of her that one of the missing ponies was safe, and in some of the best hooves possible, but still upset with the stallion for not alerting the proper authorities of his return. “Why didn’t he go straight home to tell his family?”

“He said he needed some time to himself… That’s why he left,” explained the yellow mare. “But he’ll come back soon, but promise not to tell anyone yet. Please Twilight?” Fluttershy said as she stared into her friend’s eyes, and even making the purple pony a little uncomfortable.

Finally, Twilight sighed in defeat. “Alright, we’ll send the letter to the princess for you,” she said and then switched the topic to something a bit grimmer. “Does he know what happened to Cheerilee?” she asked.

Fluttershy frowned. “Not that I know of,” said the shy mare, eyes drifting to the ground and Twilight frowned. “I’m really sorry Twilight,” offered Fluttershy.

“Don’t worry about it, Fluttershy. You’ve really given me some peace of mind, knowing that at least one of the missing ponies is alright,” Twilight offered then felt Spike poke her, reminding her that they had other things to do that day. “Anyway, we have some work to do yet today, so we’ll see you later,” Twilight offered and Fluttershy smiled. The two parted ways and, despite Fluttershy’s convincing performance, Spike wasn’t totally sure if he trusted Fluttershy anymore.

Fluttershy trotted up to her front door, her yard once again populated with tiny woodland creatures. She’d been keeping up with her chores much better lately, helping to lull any suspicions towards her. She opened the door without a second thought, feeling a bit cheery as she locked it once again. In her blissful mood, she almost didn’t notice the hoofsteps behind her and turned, a little surprised to see Big Mac.

“Honey,” she said softly. “You startled me.”

He smiled at her and then took another step towards his mare, rubbing his nose against hers. “Sorry Sugar Maple,” he said gently, soothing her as he let her cuddle her head under his chin. Now that he’d gotten closer to her, really accepted her, some of his more characteristic pet names were starting to shine though. Fluttershy loved each one, feeling that everyone was special, and that they signified how special she was to her stallion. “You hungry, darling?” he asked and the mare looked up surprised.

Big Mac led her to the sofa and had her sit down, kissing her gently on the cheek before disappearing into the kitchen. He returned with a tray decorated with pancakes, the sausages from downstairs, sliced up bananas, and two large glasses of orange juice. Fluttershy gasped as he set the tray down on the coffee table and separated the pancakes and sausages onto two plates. “You made all this for me?” she asked shocked and he smiled at her as he pushed a plate towards her.

The two nuzzled each other’s noses for a moment before they began eating, enjoying the company of one another. Sure, Big Mac felt a little strange being so close to his captor, but it felt better still to finally be with her the way he had always wanted to be.

Since coming up from the cellar, Fluttershy had cleaned his wounds and dyed his lips, making them match the rest of his coat. For the most part, nopony would be able to tell what had happened to him as long as he kept his wounds covered. They hoped that, when Princess Celestia came to marry them, they could ask her to heal Big Mac, and they already had a story to tell her as to how he was injured.

As they worked on breakfast Big Mac glanced at the cellar door, thinking of his baby sister and how exhausted she must have been. “Hey, hun?” Big Mac asked gently as he set down his pancake. “I reckon it’d be awfully nice if Applebloom had breakfast with us, would’da mind?” he asked tentatively, watching Fluttershy’s expression anxiously.

The yellow mare glanced at him then smiled brightly. “Of course not, dear,” she said with a little smile. She pranced off to the kitchen then reappeared with a small plate. She set it down and began to separate some pancakes and sausages onto the third plate. She paused for a moment as Big Mac went towards the cellar door. “Hmm, honey?” Fluttershy asked softly, turning her head towards her loving. “Do you think Applebloom would prefer a something else?”

Big Mac glanced over at her, thinking for a moment. “Yeah, something fruity maybe. Less meat?” he offered and Fluttershy smiled at him before prancing off into the kitchen to prepare something for her little sister to be. The stallion descended the stairs a few feet before coming to the crawl space where his sister was hiding; she’d have been down there for a full day without food or water, not to mention her injuries, so she was probably weak, if nor unconscious. “Applebloom?” he called into the space tentatively, hoping for a response.

A small cloud of dirt and pebbles met his snout and he pulled back, shaking his head as the cloud of dirt faded into obscurity. “You might as well get gone, Big Mac!” screamed the tiny filly, her voice hoarse and shaky. “Why would’da go and choose her over your own kin!?” shouted the little pony, her voice cracking with the effort of yelling.

“Hey now, that ain’t fair little sis,” Big Mac said slowly, making sure to avoid getting more dirt in his face. “I love Fluttershy, see? And it only right that I stand by her, but I wanna keep you alive too, hayseed,” he said a bit more gently, trying to coax the scared Apple Acre’s pony from her hiding place. “I love you too, Applebloom, now why don’t’cha come on out of there and get some grub?”

There was a long moment of silence, the filly offering not even the slightest sound in return to Big Mac’s testimony. The red stallion watched the whole for a while, waiting patiently, but still no reply came to his ears. “Alright, Applebloom,” he said a bit more softly as Fluttershy approached him from behind. “I’m gonna leave the door open for ya, so if you go and change your little mind, you just come on up, ya hear?” he asked with the intention of getting no answer.

He glanced back at Fluttershy who had a bowl of fresh orange slices. Big Mac reached back to Fluttershy, gesturing for the bowl, and she handed it off to him. Big Mac set the bowl just inside the crawl space, a few inches away from the entrance, but deep enough that Applebloom could snatch it up if she wanted to. Satisfied with his attempt, Big Mac descended the last of the stairs and retrieved an item from the cellar table before heading back upstairs.

Together, Big Mac and Fluttershy sat down for some breakfast, enjoying each other’s and offering short bursts of conversation about what they had planned for the afternoon. Despite the memory of everything that had happened over the last month or so, Big Mac found that he was quite enjoying his time with Fluttershy and decided to accept it as madness brought on by love. Sure, it wasn’t a realistic cause, but he was willing to accept that.

They ate slowly, distracted with each other’s words and flirting, delicately pushing bits of pancake left and right across their plates. They were brought out of their trance only by the sound of a tiny cough; they both turned to the cellar, seeing Applebloom with the bowl the orange slices had been in before. She set it on the floor for a moment, looking up at the two adult ponies with fear in her eyes. “W-Where would’da like me to put this here bowl?” she asked slowly, trying not to stutter.

Fluttershy stared at her for a few moments then smiled. “Just beside the sink, please,” she said and the filly nodded as she scooped it up and quickly carried her tiny form to the kitchen. She reappeared and the two adults beckoned her over, gesturing to the plate of food with smiles. Applebloom considered running back for the stairs, diving into her cubby hole, but her tummy seized up and snarled at her; she had ravenously consumed the orange slices, barely chewing them as she stuffed them in her mouth, but she was nowhere near full.

She approached the table despite her better judgment, creeping closer with extreme caution. She sat herself down next between the two ponies, one on either end of the table, and Fluttershy pushed a stack of pancakes towards her. Applebloom could feel herself start to drool as Big Mac poured syrup over the stack. She could barely resist diving straight into the pile, but she didn’t want to upset Fluttershy, so she began picking apart the pile at an almost normal pace.

While she tested each slice of stove top goodness, she listened to Big Mac and Fluttershy talking and realized they were planning to have a wedding. “Ya’ll are getting married?” she gasped, the bite of pancake she’d been working on nearly falling out of her mouth.

“Yup,” Big Mac said and then smiled at Fluttershy. The yellow mare smiled back, her eyes half lidded and a dreamy expression dancing upon her features. “Soon, too,” he continued before pushing a bowl of fruit towards his baby sister. “We’ve already decided we want Pinkie Pie to help us plan and decorate,” he smiled when he said this, not sure why the idea of Pinkie Pie getting pulled into the madness amused him.

Applebloom chewed slowly as she listened to Big Mac and Fluttershy talk excitedly about their wedding, her mind working all the while on how to escape the insanity and warn everypony of what was coming. She feared that the wedding party would become a mass funeral if the murderous mare actually was allowed to have her big day; and what of Big Mac? Why was he just going along with everything Fluttershy was saying?

He had told her that he loved Fluttershy, but how could he love someone like Fluttershy?

She inhaled the remaining pancake, her belly practically purring now that she was stuffed to the brim. She scooted away from the table, snatching up her plate, and then went off to the kitchen. When she returned, she planned on going down the stairs and hiding again, but Big Mac’s voice stopped her. “Hey, baby sis, why don’t you come back over here for a little while?” he asked softly.

Applebloom swallowed hard, her pancakes threatening to come back up with her fear gnawing at her tummy. “Well, I really don’t wanna be a bother… With ya’ll getting married I figure… Uh, you need quality time together?” she offered as she inched closer to the stairs, watching her brother carefully.

She heard a sudden slam behind her and she yelped, turning sharply to see Fluttershy standing on top of the cellar door, smiling down at her. “That’s very sweet of you, but Big Mac wants to spend some time with you too,” she said and then nudged the filly towards the table again as Big Mac began to clear away the dishes, taking a stack of them to the kitchen to be washed later.

Fluttershy pushed Applebloom over the table, crossing to the other side, and pinning the filly down by her shoulders. The little mare struggled, kicking and screaming as the stallion approached her from behind, carrying what was left of his rotting member. “See, I figure my pride’s taken about all the abuse he can’t rightly handle, so Fluttershy and I are gonna retire him right,” Big Mac explained as he grabbed his baby sister’s tail and yanked it up above her back.

“And who better for the honor than you, Applebloom!” Fluttershy said with a big grin.

The filly jerked again, nearly kicking the stallion in the knee. “I don’t want the darn thing!” she hollered, jerking her head left and right in hopes of cracking Fluttershy in the face. The yellow mare had become accustomed to dodging the attacks of violent ponies, so the filly was really no problem for her, and Big Mac’s strong hoof on Applebloom’s rump helped keep her in place.

“Oh hush, baby sis,” Big Mac said as he pressed the rotten hunk of flesh against her tender slit. “It won’t last long, I promise,” he cooed reassuringly as Applebloom began to scream, still struggling uselessly against the two adult ponies.

The decaying member found its way into Applebloom, causing her to jerk as a cold slime oozed out and against her interior walls, the penis itself sloshing around awkwardly as it worked deeper into Applebloom’s tight marehood. She squealed as it began to move in and out, slowly, but her ranting and raving was soon silenced by a sharp slap to the face from Fluttershy.

The yellow mare then acted on the filly’s stunned state and pushed her lips over Applebloom’s, forcing her into a violent kiss, the older pony’s tongue dominating and violating the filly’s mouth and throat. The filly could barely handle the sensations filly her lower regions, tears flowing freely from her eyes as the pain rippled through her, but Fluttershy’s persistent assault on her mouth was causing her to gag and even gag on the pancakes she had consumed just a few minutes ago.

Big Mac nodded once to his bride as he began to move the severed penis about inside his baby sister with more vigor, slamming it deep into her crevasse and watching as she twitched in agony. He knew the rotten member wouldn’t last long inside the filly, the pressure from her tiny pelvis would tear it apart in no time, but he was surprised by how little he felt as he raped Applebloom.

The bone handle of the dildo slipped a bit, the penis itself getting constricted just as Big Mac had predicted. The stallion smirked a little when he heard Applebloom start to gag, watching as Fluttershy greedily sucked the puke from the filly’s throat, swallowing it down harshly and then going back for another round, Applebloom screaming in protest.

Big Mac continued working the dildo into the filly until the bone ripped out of the rotten chunk of flesh, leaving the penis stuck inside his sister’s vagina. He shrugged thoughtlessly as he reached down to the floor where the breakfast spread had been carelessly tossed, feeling around until he found the syrup. “Honey Bee,” Big Mac cooed and Fluttershy pulled away from the filly’s mouth, coming up and kissing Big Mac on the lips.

The stallion nodded to her then dragged Applebloom from the table. He sat himself awkwardly on the couch, wrapping his hind legs around the filly’s torso so her ass was up in the air, her pussy completely exposed to a wild eyed Fluttershy. Big Mac popped open the bottle of syrup with his teeth then flipped it over and began pouring it around Applebloom’s opening, the cold liquid causing her to shiver and cry out again.

Fluttershy thoughtlessly kicked the filly in the mouth as she propped herself up on her hind legs, her mouth dangerously close to the filly’s hole. The older mare began to lap up the syrup slowly, licking away the sticking substance with gusto. Big Mac watched, smiling slightly, and then gently nudged her head aside. He shoved the opened bottle into Applebloom’s pussy, twitching a bit as she suddenly began screaming for Applejack.

He squeezed the bottle, allowing a large portion of syrup to fill his sister, and then tossed the bottle aside with a bit of enthusiasm seeping into his expression. He grabbed Fluttershy by the back of her head, using his hooves to pull her forward, and he pushed her head down on the sticky mess of rotten gunk and syrup. “Clean this up for me, darlin’,” he said gently and Fluttershy wasted no time with formalities, pushing her mouth over the hole.

Big Mac had already retrieved the bone as he watched Fluttershy pull out chunks of the destroyed penis, swallowing them whole, and lapping syrup and shit from her face with surprising amusement. She’d breathe for a moment then go back down, kicking the filly every time she tried to resist or scream. The stallion felt aroused but sick at the same time, and that in itself made him shudder.

He was enjoying this too much, he knew it was wrong, but that didn’t stop him from ramming the rounded end of the bone into his sister’s ass while Fluttershy continued to clean out her vagina. He watched the bone slide in and out, smearing it with what appeared to be shit and blood, the gauchely shaped bone tearing apart some of the more tender sections of his baby sister’s body, but still he didn’t seem to mind it as much as he thought he should.

The two adults double teamed the filly until she could barely move, so exhausted from trying to fight her way free of the duo. Her screaming had turned into muffled sobs and pleas, and her vicious fighting had numbed to an occasional twitch. They let her fall to the floor at last, allowing the filly to twitch a bit as she stared off at something far away; maybe picturing herself anywhere but where she was.

Big Mac left for a moment, disappearing into the bathroom, and then coming back with a small bucket of soapy water. Fluttershy took the sponge out of the bucket then began to gently scrub at the syrup and gore all over the filly’s hind end. Big Mac watched, waiting for his bride to finish cleaning the majority of the mess away, then he scooped her up and carried her to the bathroom where a bath was running.

Applebloom twitched weakly, her hooves pushing against the traitor, but her strength was failing her and her resolve to survive this ordeal was slowly falling to pieces. However, Big Mac didn’t seem to mind the pathetic struggles and gently placed slipped the torn filly into the warm, bubbly water. Fluttershy sat beside the tub with a clean rag, dipping it once, and then began to wipe away the dirt and grime that had collected on Applebloom’s face while she was hiding in the cellar; not to mention the bits of pancakes and the smears of vomit from breakfast.

The couple spent the next hour or so gently tending to Applebloom, cleaning her coat and scrubbing her down with the utmost care, and horribly confusing the poor filly. The most unpleasant thing about the bath was when Fluttershy began to clean between Applebloom’s legs, rubbing gingerly at her sore pussy, but eventually withdrawing and allowing her sister-to-be to rest in the warm water, bubbles rubbing against her shoulders and cheeks as she sunk lower into what felt a little bit like safety.

When she finally begin to prune, Big Mac dipped his hooves into the water and pulled Applebloom up, allowing Fluttershy to wrap her in a towel, and then he had his mare help him position the filly on his back. Together, the couple walked out of the bathroom and then made their way upstairs, Fluttershy prancing on ahead of her beloved stallion and her new baby sister.

Fluttershy showed Big Mac to the guest room and he carried the half wired filly to the bed, setting her down, and then pulling the blankets over her tiny, broken form. “We’ve got some plannin’ to do,” he explained as he pulled the towel out from under Applebloom, gently passing it off to a grinning Fluttershy. “We ain’t gonna be gone long, but try’ta get some sleep,” Big Mac offered gently then crept towards the door where Fluttershy stood waiting, practically hugging the towel.

Applebloom turned her head slowly, her entire frame aching with the effort, and she watched Big Mac close the door to the guest room. After a moment the latch in the door clicked, signifying her capture once again. Applebloom looked up at the ceiling for a moment, studying the beams with weak eyes; she was fighting sleep, understanding that she needed to find a way out of the house before they came back.

The wounded filly pushed herself up on resistant legs, feeling her bones and muscles screaming at her to give up, but she couldn’t fail Scootaloo and Sweetiebell. It was bitter work to climb from the bed, her body wobbling and tilting as she looked around the room for some means of escape, some way to get away….

“The window,” Applebloom murmured as she stared out onto the Everfree Forest, just a few yards from Fluttershy’s home. The filly crawled, new found strength compelling her, as she found her means of escape.