A turn for the better

On July 19th 2012, Fluttershy, that kind, caring pony we all knew as "The Animal hero", became one of the many rape victims of Bucksworth Alley. Her body was found early the following morning, by two young tourists, coming home from the local Spa party. It was reported that Fluttershy's genitals were ripped right open, and red blood stains were found around the outside. At the scene of the crime, a strand of purple hair was found.
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Lying scumbags. They never reported anything after that. They treated her like one of the other 6 victims, all worthless now they've left us. To me, and four other ponies, she was much more. However, after the incident, they treated me like a dead pony.

"Rarity, that purple hair, was it YOURS by any chance?" Twilight asked me. After the death of Flutters, we all stopped over at her house to grieve together.
"Yeah, Sugarcube, you were going out with her that night, weren't ya?" AppleJack agreed. I gave them both horrified looks, but they weren't very convincing, judging by the looks they returned.
"Anything you'd like to confess, Rarity?" Twilight raised her eyebrow at me. I couldn't do it. I already lost one of my best friends due to dishonesty, I can't loose these ones.
"Okay, it was mine!" I yelled. Rainbow and Pinkie, who were just staring into space, shot around to look at me. I could feel 4 pairs of eyes glaring through my soul, searching for an answer.
"It's a long, LONG story" I finally said after moments of silence. They looked at me as if to say "Go on", so I did.

I told them about the creatures, and how Flutters warned me not to. With every word I spoke, the room got darker and darker, tenser and tenser. Every sentence was followed by a gasp, and a tear drop. When I got to the rape part, Pinkie winced, and ran to hide behind the shelves.
After what seemed like forever, I stopped. Horrified looks of hatred and confusion filled the room, but they all seemed to focus on me. I gulped.

I can't remember much after that. It was all a blur, swept away by the tears I cry everyday. All I can remember is Rainbow yelling loudly, and kicking a few shelves, causing books to fall on AppleJack. I remember being practically banished from Ponyville forever, and that's why I'm here now. Under a box. Sleeping on guilt.

Before I knew it, morning came. The sun beamed down on my waxy face, the birds filled the blue void high in the sky. However, nothing could fix my mood. I slowly got to my legs, and walked off down the alley I live in. Everyday, I attempt to walk to the end, so far, to no avail.
I start off one-hoof at a time, making baby steps. I get closer and closer to my current record, feeling a ray of hope beam down on me, though it's probably the sun.
"STOP, THEIF!" A manly voice says out of nowhere. It startles me so much, I can't help but fall back on my butt. As I do, my hind legs sweep out from under me, knocking out a black figure from the shadows.
"GET IT OFF ME!" I scream. I can't take it. This pressure, this guilt, if only I could run, if only.....
"You stopped the thief! Thank you mi-HEY! Aren't you Rarity?" The manly voice came again. I quivered.
A bright figure popped out from the entrance, smiling at me. He had a mousy brown coat, and a cheesy yellow mane. He reminded me of Big Macintosh, in a way.
"Uh-yes, I am" I stuttered. I hate to admit it, but he looked quite cute, for a manly pony.

"Names Spud, part of the detective unit of Manehattan police." The pony said. By now, he was cuffing the masked thief.
"Oh, hi there. Wait-how did you know my name?" I asked.
"You? Oh, you're famous around here. Hey, why not join us? Do the training, come live with me, even! I have a spare room."
"JOIN THE POLICE!? AS A DETECTIVE?" I gasped. I really, REALLY didn't want to, especially after my past.

But something about his smile, just pilled me in.