Dawn had reached through the window of the sleeping mare, giving her room a dull golden glow. As the sunshine hit the mares sleeping face, it caused her to slowly wake up from her deep slumber. As her sense slowly came to, she found herself waking up from a dream that left her body shivering and putting it in a slight state of fear. As her eyes opened more, her dream ended very abruptly and seemed to be plucked from her mind forever. As she started to properly wake up, her body felt very sore and her left eye felt slightly swollen. She felt like she was beaten up by someone rather harshly and whimpered slightly as her body ached from whatever happened to her. Turning her body a bit, her vision switched from the window to her roof and she noticed something on it.
“My name is Octavia.”
The words were painted onto the roof in dark black lettering and seemed to be very important to her in a way. Just seeing the name made her try to recall her own. As she laid in her soft bed, she froze up when she couldn’t figure hers out.
“What…what is my name?” The elegant mare said softly in a worried tone as she stared wide eyed at the words.
Failing to recall her name, she tried to figure out why. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that she didn’t have memories on lots of things she should have. Her mind was like an endless fog and she was trapped wandering around inside of it endlessly. No matter how hard she tried to recall things, the pages remained blank. She started to feel a bit dead inside and slowly turned over to stare at the wall and figure out what happened. As she turned over, an interesting sight caught her eyes.
Resting on a small wooden bedside table was a small wooden frame with a picture inside of it. It contained a photo of two vastly different mares. On the left was a mare with pale white fur and a wild electric blue mane, and just above her magenta eyes was an odd set of glasses that gave her the impression that she was a bit more fun and relaxed with society, yet despite her carefree look, she wore a forced and distant smile. Turning her attention to the next mare, her eyes widened with a sense of nostalgia as she felt like she knew that mare more then she should have. In front of her was a mare with a light gray coat and a dark grey mane. Adorned over her head was a white head wrap that showed that the mare had been in an accident of some kind. While she appeared to be smiling, there was a sad lingering look in her distant eyes. What caught her eyes next was some lettering in the bottom right part of the frame.
“No matter what, I’ll always be by your side Tavi. love Vinyl Scratch.” The mare read out loudly as if someone was nearby listening to her.
She took a second and stared at the photo before she subconsciously moved her hoof in front of her eyes to look at it. Looking at it, she quickly noted her fur color was the same as the mares in the photo, and with what little piece of evidence she had already seen, she was sure she was Octavia herself, yet why couldn’t she remember? Looking away from the picture she turned back to the words on her roof and the voiceless silence of the air mocked her lament. Bringing her hooves up to her eyes she wiped away the feeling of crusted tears and she tried to figure out when she was crying. She must have been crying before she went to sleep the previous night but what was the cause of it? Did the pain in her body have any hints to what took place?
As she tried to desperately figure things out, something in the back of her mind tried to process her surroundings. The room she was in was elegantly made save for a sack of messy papers on top of an oak dresser. Adorned in black ink across the page was music notes written by her in a time long forgotten. Right beside the dresser was a large brown cello was showed time had worn it down a bit, but still had a proper look to it. It was spotless and looked like it was polished down very recently. In other parts of the room were pots of flowers and tons of cards resting on the walls with the words *Get Well Soon!*
Looking around the room made Octavia feel empty inside. By all the flowers and letters around the room, she knew ponies seemed to care for her yet no names or faces came to her blank mind. She wanted to think someone was pulling a prank on her but it just seemed all too real to be fake. Octavia blinked a few times before her eyes fell back on the picture of her and the pale pony supposedly named Vinyl. She just stared in silence for a few extra moments before she got out of her bed and tried to walk around.
As she moved her body up and out, it screamed out in horrible pain as her slightly swollen eye twitched a bit, and her genitals had a very uncomfortable feeling surrounding them. It felt like something hard and rough was stuffed into both of them repeated amounts of times, making her stand up with her back legs slightly more open. Trying to shake off the feeling, she made her way for doorway out of the room and opened it up to find herself on the upper level of a nice house.
Across her vision she saw a white door resting at the bottom of a staircase that must have led outside judging from the view of a stone walkway from a small round window on the door. Looking around the doorway she was in, she saw an open door that looked like it led into a nearby bathroom. Walking out of her room, she made her way to it to see if she could look in the mirror and get a good look at herself. Even though her memories her blank, parts of her old life kept her functioning properly for the most part. She knew how to walk and talk and seemed to know the layout of the house she was in on instinct. It was just remembering events and names that eluded her for the most part.
Arriving in the bathroom, she flicked on a nearby light switch and the room got bathed in a bright glow. The bathroom didn’t look like much to her but she did notice a nearby mirror hanging above a small, ornate sink. Trotting towards it she peered at her reflection and came into a bit of shock. Resting beneath her swollen left eye, was a dark spot that showed that someone punched her hard enough to leave a mark. Below her nose was a dried line of blood running from it to her upper lip told her more that someone had indeed beaten her up at some point. The longer she stared at her reflection, the more she felt used, abused, and ugly. Turning her line of sight away from her own reflection, her eyes were met with a purple curtain hiding a shower. Opting to try and clean away her ugliness, she quickly trotted over to it, opened the curtain and ran the water.
The shower was a nice distraction from the chaos that continued to swirl around in her mind.
After a few nice, long minutes of letting them warm water sooth her aching body, she turned off the water and exited the tub. Having put off her continuous questioning of her state of mind during her shower, she started to think about everything again. All that she had figured out that her name was Octavia, she had a friend named Vinyl Scratch, the home she was in was hers, and for some reason she was beaten up by someone very recently. Her first thought was that Vinyl herself had beaten her up, but the picture and the message for her doubted that a mare like her would do such a thing to her.
After finally drying herself off, she saw a nearby gray comb and started to brush her hair so she could look more presentable, and be rid of the knots in it. As she brought the brush to her mane, the sound of a door bell broke the still silence of the house. As the bell echoed throughout the house Octavia stopped brushing and felt like ice water had been poured down her spine, causing her to panic slightly. She felt her heart rate quicken, and her tongue started to feel like sandpaper. Unsure on what to do, she stood still and did nothing.
The doorbell rang again.
Octavia wasn`t sure to why she was in such a panicked state. Her body refused to move and her mind felt like it was telling her to avoid answering the door at all costs, yet against her own fogged mind she moved her body to the door of the bathroom and looked out of it at the door below. As she peered at the door, she eyes caught the sight of a bright blue mane along with the tip of a white horn. Octavia quickly remembered the picture beside her bed and knew that right away that the pony outside her door was Vinyl Scratch. The panicked feeling she just had quickly sank away and was replaced with a sense of relief. As the bell rang for a third time, Octavia ran down the stairs and answered the door.
As it opened, before her was indeed the same pony from the picture. The wild and untamed electric blue mane, her magenta eyes that showed a look of concern on it, and the pale white fur showing that she could never get lost in a crowd without being found quickly.
“Morning Tavi! How you feeling today?” The mare asked in her a spunky voice that perfectly reflected her body.
“H-hello…Vinyl.” Octavia said quietly as she looked over her body a bit more.
Hearing her own name said made a big grin appear on Vinyl’s face as she hopped on the spot.
“You…you remembered my name today!” She said as she could barely contain her excitement.
“A-Actually I…saw your name on a picture beside my bed…” Octavia answered back quietly as she looked away.
All that excited energy that Vinyl was showing quickly disappeared and her grin turned into a small frown. She was hoping her friend had her memory back so she could help her properly recover.
“Ohh…well that’s ok, you pronounced my name right so that something.” Vinyl said quietly.
The awkward uneasy feeling in the air could almost be cut with a knife as the silence greeted the both of them. Finally mustering up a bit of willpower Octavia smiled and spoke up.
“Umm…would you like to come in Vinyl?”
A soft smile appeared on her face.
“Yes please, I would love to come inside.” Vinyl said as she stepped forward and entered the house.
When she was inside she quickly closed the door behind her and approached the grey mare who looked like she was trying to figure out more about Vinyl.
“Vinyl…I don’t want to come out as rude but I…can’t remember anything about you…” Octavia said wanting to figure out why her mind was a blank.
“It’s alright Tavi, you’ve been like this for a few weeks now.” Vinyl replied not looking hurt by her comment.
Octavia just stared forward with a shock expression on her face. Had she really been in her state for a few weeks already? Just how long ago did her accident happen?
“I…see. What happened to me Vinyl?”
Vinyl went dead silent as she looked away looking like she was able to cry. Whatever happened to her it must have affected the unicorn as much as Octavia, yet the memory remained hidden.
“Can we sit down first?” Vinyl asked with a bit of shakiness in her voice.
She nodded her head and both mares made their way into the nearby living room and sat at a round furnished table getting ready to tell her the meaning behind her problem. Once both mares were on the chairs facing enough other, Vinyl took a deep breath and spoke up.
“Alright Tavi, I know this is going to sound crazy but…4 weeks ago you got into a terrible accident of some kind. You were found in this very house with a large gash on the back of your head and it looked like you got into a fight with a burglar of some kind.”
Just hearing about the gash on her head, made Octavia reach back and rub it in response. Much to her surprise there was the feeling of mended flesh in the area where it hurt slightly.
“I’m the one who found you when I was coming over for a visit…It-it was a very scary feeling to see my good friend laying on the floor nearly dead and battered. I managed to quickly get you to the hospital but after the surgery to cover up the wound was done, the doctors found out the blow to your head…took away your memory. The worse part about it is…every time you fall asleep, everything you learned from the previous day is also erased.” Vinyl’s voice was low and it sounded like she was playing a fair tone all too much for Octavia’s ears.
Octavia was shocked to hear such a thing from her friend. To think that her condition was the result of a robbery gone wrong felt like a prank had gone really wrong. Putting her hoof to her jaw, she looked away and Vinyl noticed the black line underneath her eye.
“Tavi, what happened to your eye?” She asked a bit worried the same feeling may have happened again to her.
“I…I don’t know. I woke up this morning feeling very sore and noticed my eye was black when I cleaned up. I think I may have hit my face on something last night, considering my nose had a bit of blood under it as well.”
Vinyl felt a sinking feeling in her gut as she heard her friends’ words. Considering she worked at a nightly DJ dance club, she managed to see a lot of fights break out between drugged up ponies and drunken ones to boot. The way the mark on her face appeared was in the form of a hoof hitting her with no remorse behind it at all. She was about to ask Octavia if she remembered to lock the door last night but then quickly remembered her condition. Not wanting to appear worried Vinyl reached forward and rested her hoof against hers.
As both hooves met, a familiar warmth filled Octavia’s core. Her clouded mind tried to form happy thoughts about her caring friend and she smiled at her. Though she felt the warmth she had the lingering feeling there was something else behind her story. A small ripple of doubt coursed around her head and she wanted it lifted.
“Vinyl, did…anything else happen to me that night?” Octavia said resting her other hoof on the table.
“I…I don’t want…to talk about it…” Vinyl whimpered looking away from her.
“Please. M-maybe if you tell me what happened then it may help me remember again!” Octavia pronounced gripping the pale mares hoof harder.
“No…it won’t. The only thing it will do is make you very upset…”
“Please Vinyl. I need to know the truth regardless!”
Vinyl froze up, not wanting to discuss what else happened to her that night. Just the thought of her best friend being degraded like she was, was too much for her to think about, yet she couldn’t say no to someone she loved dearly.
“Alright Tavi, you were the victim of a burglary and... rape.” Vinyl said quietly while looking away.
A deep frown crossed Octavia’s face as she heard words she never though she would never hear. She was raped? She didn’t want to believe the words but saw the sadness and hurt on Vinyl’s face confirming it to be very true. Her head felt heavy, yet very light headed at the same time.
“The worse part about it was…the guy hasn’t been caught yet.”
Her fragile mind went crazy on trying to find that memory so she could see the rapists face so she could bring him to justice, but at the same time she feared seeing him again and thinking about all the horrors of the night would overwhelm and crush her mind. Suddenly the ache in her body returned and she had a horrible thought. What if the rapist paid her a visit last night and did the same thing over again? She didn’t want to believe it but the pain in her body and in her eye would greatly support her idea.
“However Celestia herself has sent some off her best guards out here to search for the bastard that did this to you!” vinyl said gritting her teeth in anger as her once sad expression turned into one of rage.
“Have they got any clues?” Octavia asked with worry as her previous thought still lingered in her mind.
“…That’s…the worst part. Even with all the guards about looking for him, the slimy coward hasn’t turned up yet.”
All that previous anger had reverted back into the same sadness as before. Again the room went silent as Octavia’s mind processed what was said. She was raped by an unknown stallion and he was still out there. Wait and lurking to strike again. The fear started to build up in the young mares mind and she worried it would happen again to her.
“V-Vinyl…could you stay with me for day?”
“Of course! I don’t work until later tonight and I’ll even sleep over when I’m done work as well!” Vinyl replied seeing the worry in her voice after her earlier explanation.
“Won’t it be awkward in the morning?” Octavia added quickly remembering she would lose her memory after she fell asleep.”
“It’s alright Tavi, I’ve actually done this a few times in the past and though it takes a bit of time, Everything works out by breakfast! Speaking of which, how about I whip you up something to eat?” Vinyl replied not worried about what the next day would be like.
As if hearing about eating, Octavia’s stomach grumbled slightly and she blushed in embarrassment. Vinyl just laughed at her but felt relieved she had worked into Octavia’s side like she was used to doing. However even with this happy part, Octavia still felt frustration in her dry throat as she knew that her rapist was still out and about. Despite the feeling, she wanted to enjoy the company of her friend without worrying about it. She knew she was safe with her friend around and knew she was protected by her.
Both mares slowly got out of their seats and made their way into a nearby kitchen so both could get rid of the hunger starting to play with their minds. While the kitchen didn’t look familiar to Octavia, Vinyl knew her way around it like it was the back of her hoof. Back in their high school days, Vinyl frequently visited her friend and mooched off of her when the bits were scarce and being a DJ for higher wasn’t in much need. Now that the years passed, Vinyl became the owner of her own club and slowly weaned away from depending on Octavia for handouts. Now with Octavia’s condition, Vinyl wished she wasn’t the owner and wanted to devote all her time to helping her friend recover, and had to try her best to visit Octavia on her off days.
As time ticked by, Vinyl managed to make up a delicious meal consisting of eggs, toast, and hay strips along with a nice glass of orange juice. Both mares didn’t say a word during the meal but it didn’t bother a bit. Even before the accident Octavia never talked during meals and hated making conversation with food in her mouth. It was little things like this that made Vinyl hopeful for seeing Octavia get her memory. If she would do things she would normally do, then maybe it would trigger something in her head. Finishing the last bit of their meals, Vinyl flared up her horn with a light blue aura and levitated all the dirty dishes into the nearby sink and turned back towards Octavia.
“Come on Tavi, how about we go for a walk for a bit? I think the fresh air while do you good.”
“But…won’t ponies see the mark under my eye and think something bad happened to me?”
“Don’t worry. You said it yourself you just hit your face on something right?”
Octavia could hear on how unsure she was saying those words.
“Do you believe that Vinyl? W-what if he came back last night and…” Octavia started to say but felt a cold feeling sinking into her body.
“Hey! As long as I’m with you tonight he won’t be hurting you anytime soon.” Vinyl replied back with a lot of confidence in her voice.
Seeing the confidence her friend was showing, Octavia calmed down and felt a bit more relaxed.
“And besides, he won’t dare show his face once your aid arrives.” Vinyl added in.
“My…aid?” This caught Octavia off guard. She wasn’t expecting to hear anything about an aid coming over to see her.
“Don’t worry. He’s a doctor sent to work with you in trying to help you remedy your memory. While I’m not too clear on his background, he does have the documents to back up his claim. Though he doesn’t come over everyday, he still does his best to help you out!”
“What’s his name?”
“Flash Back! His talent is helping ponies such as yourself in bringing back your memory. Nice guy, has the brightest pair of yellow eyes you could ever see!” Vinyl said remembering the look of the doctor she had seen only a few times.
Octavia felt very uneasy about being in the company of a stallion by herself but if he passed in Vinyl’s book then he had to be alright to work with.
“Anyway, lets hit the streets for a bit and visit some friends.” Vinyl added in as she opened the front door for Octavia.
Octavia hesitated for a second but pushed the thought away and exited the house with her friend.
As the day went on, Octavia was greeted by many ponies who talked to her for a bit to properly introduce themselves to her like they did a bunch of days. One of them by the name of Lyra Heartstrings took her and Vinyl to a small group of musicians playing in a nearby park for a small group of passerby’s. Hearing one pony play a cello similar to hers filled her with peaceful thoughts that she would one day be able to pick it back up and play a song for herself to hear. After that was over, they wandered around town some more until it started getting late. Now the sun was getting ready to set and Vinyl had to depart for work to make sure everything was going to run properly at her club.
“Did you enjoy the day Tavi?” Vinyl asked as both mares started to make their way back to the house.
“Yes. It felt…nice to see so many ponies who care about me, but it still saddens me that I can’t fully remember anything…” Octavia answered back with a mix of content and sadness in her voice.
“Don’t worry Tavi, it will come back to you one day. We just got to be patient and wait for it.”
“I hope you’re right Vinyl. I…I feel like a burden to you for my condition…”
“Hey! Don’t talk like that! You’re not a burden to me and I love being around you! You may not remember it but when you were on the operating table, I swore I would stick by your side until everything was better!”
“You…mean that?”
“Of course! If I didn’t I wouldn’t be by your side right now if I did.”
Vinyl had a point there. If she wasn’t really going to stick by her side then why spend weeks helping her trying to recover? Before Octavia could answer back, both mares had arrived back at the house.
“Alright. I’m going to head to work for a few hours but I’ll be back at 12 to stay in the house for the night. Your aid will be here in about 15 minutes to give you a hoof with your condition. After he’s gone I want you to lock up and don’t open it for anybody at all.” Vinyl said as she used her magic to open the door for her partner.
“Bu-but how will you get inside?” Octavia asked her with a slight tilt of her head.
“I keep a spare key for visiting purposes and sometimes sneak in to check on you to make sure everything is fine. I just wished I didn’t get swamped at work last night…” Vinyl said still noticing the black around her eye.
“You think he came back?” Octavia asked quickly regretting her fast question.
“I don’t want to believe it, not with all the guards around at night, but I won’t take that chance tonight that’s for sure!” Vinyl answered back with a hint of nervousness in her words.
“Well with you here tonight, I think I’ll be safe.” Octavia said as she leaned over and hugged her friend.
A soft silence fell between both mares as they embraced the tight hug they were receiving. Octavia was the calmest she had been all day and felt more at ease with Vinyl around. Finally letting go of each other Octavia turned for the door and let herself in while Vinyl made her way to the club.
As the door closed behind her, Octavia felt a hint of dread as she realized she was once again alone in her house. It must have been like that for her on the day of the crime and she hoped the aid would arrive quickly just so she didn’t let the dread sink deep within her being. Sighing softly in order to try and relax herself, she turned for the living room and trotted to her table to wait.
Minutes passed and the house was silent as it could be. As she started to doubt that her aid was going to show up a sudden knocking startled here. Quickly looking to her door, she saw the sight of a shaggy brown mane along with a light beige colored horn jolting from the top of it. For a brief second she paused and that familiar feeling she got at the beginning of the day started to hit her.
“Miss Octavia? It’s doctor Flash Back!” A voice suddenly rang out from behind the closed door.
Hearing his name being told put the sinking feeling away and gave her a bit more confidence. Quickly trotting to the door, she opened it up and saw a beige unicorn wearing a white coat, with a saddle bag over it smiling at her. Quickly looking him over, she saw a name tag on the collar of his jacket with a picture of him on it. The ID looked real enough to be a doctors ID but something about him wasn’t right with her. His coat was beige, his brown mane was shaggy, his eyes were a deep emerald green, and he had the look of a doctor. She knew something was wrong but she couldn’t figure it out.
As she stared silently at him, Flash Back just smiled and stared at her waiting for an answer. After a few long seconds she concluded she must have been over reacting some way and allowed him to come inside.
“Good evening miss Octavia. How are you doing today?” The doctor asked as both of them walked into the living room and sat down.
“I…I’m fine doctor. I went out with a friend today to see a few of my other friends.”
“Ahh, did you remember any of them personally?”
“Umm…no, my memory is still blank from everything…”
“So you still can’t remember anything from the incident?”
She just shook her head no.
“Hmmm…I see…” He said with a glint in his eyes as he opened his saddle bag with magic and grabbed a small note pad to take notes. “Why don’t you tell me about your day?” He asked as put the pad to the table and pulled a pen out of the bag afterwards.
With a nod of her head, Octavia went into detail on remembering her day. She did her best to try and recall everything she did, from where she walked to what she ate for supper and lunch. 30 minutes later she started to make it to the end of her day.
“…and after that me and Vinyl walked back here before she departed for work.” Octavia said a bit winded she talked for so long.
“umm…hmm! I see. It seems you remembered a good part of your day. It’s good to see your memory isn’t cutting out while you’re awake.” He said as he put the note pad back into his bag and then moved a new item out onto the table.
The room went quiet as Octavia saw a small clear orange bottle placed in front of her eyes. She wasn’t sure what it was for and recalled nothing about taking pills for her memory. As far as Vinyl told her it was all talking.
“What are those for?” She asked.
“Why they’re for you.”
His voice sounded a bit colder and more sinister for her ears to hear.
“I didn’t know I took medicine for my memory.”
“Oh ho ho, it’s not for your memory Octavia…” Flash Back said he looked at the door and quickly flared up his horn and turned the lock.
Before she even had a second to process it, the sudden click of the lock threw her into a worried state.
“The pills are simply sleeping pills. They’re special types that take about 30 minutes to kick in and once they do, they knock you out for the night…” That once doctor like tone of his was quickly becoming a very distant thing to her. Now a different pony was standing before and all she could do was stare into his emerald eyes.
Suddenly it hit her.
“Flash Back! His talent in helping ponies should as yourself in bringing back your memory. Nice guy, has the brightest pair of yellow eyes you could ever see!”
Octavia quickly recalled the words Vinyl said to her and that’s when she knew. Realizing who was sitting ahead from her was the very pony that almost ended her life so many days ago.
“It’s good to know that Vinyl is coming back tonight to be with you but it all means I’ll have to be more gentle tonight…”
His horn continued to glow but the aura started to build around her neck, causing her to choke a bit. Now her mind went into a full blow panic as she pushed back the chair and tried to escape and scream for help. Sadly the magic around her neck kept her throat shut and her body in one place.
“You know, this never gets boring Octavia. After your…heheh, accident, I went into hiding after hearing that you survived and was worried I would be on the chopping block when it happened, yet…fortune was a cruel mistress to you, robbing you of any useless memories you had of the night and your whole life…”
He floated her into the air by still holding onto her neck with magic. When her body left the floor and got put in mid-air she felt like she was on the bad end of a hangmares noose. She couldn’t scream, as she found trying to breath already hard enough to do.
“I lingered around for a bit to see how you would recover and luck was once again on my side as you were given an aid to come and see you. Thankfully our coat colors were the same and all I had to do was change my mane style to match his…”
Rising up to his hindlegs, Flash Back started to remove the coat covering his body to show her the lean frame of him off. As the coat slid off, Octavia saw an interesting cutie mark resting on his toned flank. It was a single drop of red blood, and Octavia started to wonder what it meant for him.
“It’s a shame the fool won’t keep his mouth shut after I tried to bribe him to let me take his place. Assuming his identity was easy enough considering his whole family was living in Trottingham and barely staying in contact with him.”
Lowering himself back down, he turned for the bottle and grabbed it with his teeth.
“Playing doctor is rather easy once you get the hang of it. All you have to do is be calm and just listen to your patient…Now how about we do what we’ve done a few times already shall we?”
Turning his body around he pulled Octavia through the air and she started to flail about and gasp for air. The realization he was going to hurt her again was very apparent and she wished she could scream for help. Before they started to go upstairs, Octavia looked outside the window in hopes a pony would she her being dragged away.
The street was bare, and she kicked and did her best to scream for help even with her throat being choked. Her pleas only fell on heartless ears as they continued up the stairs.
As The stallion pushed open the door to her room, a sudden blast of cold air greeted the both of them and only succeeded in scaring the mare even more. Octavia didn’t even need to guess what was going to happen to her. Even with her head looking straight up, she could already see the vile slick object of his starting to harden up under his stomach. She was going to experience it all over again and the worst part about it was going to feel the same.
While she continued to panic, the stallion closed the door behind them and bathed the room in the glow of the setting sun. Once the door was closed, he turned for her bed and smiled at it. He had used that same bed about 7 times already and it never bore him to terrorize the same mare over and over again. If she simply had died like she should have, then she won’t have to relive the nightmare more then she needed to.
With a quick jerk of his magic, he tossed the grief stricken mare onto the bed and she quickly looked around for a way to escape him. Her eyes were diluted and her heart was racing faster than it ever had before. She looked to the window and attempted to break for it, but never left the bed as magic gripped her tail, keeping her on it.
“HELP ME, HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP ME!!”
The stallion just smiled and slowly waked over to the bed as she desperately clawed at the blankets to escape him somehow. If only he wasn’t a unicorn, then she would have stood a chance against him. The screaming did her no good, considering the evening was starting to fall into place and ponies seldom walked about on the nights. The stallion knew about the guards rounds and knew they wouldn’t pop around her place for a few more minutes. He would give her a few more seconds to scream her guts out, before shutting her up.
As he pushed himself onto the bed, Octavia fell into a frightened state as her rapist stood above her fully erect and grinning like a madman. She couldn’t move her body at all. The panic and fear had frozen her body solid and left her speechless. Quickly conjuring what little breath she had left, she attempted to scream but was cut off once he pounced forward and pinned his large frame over her body while bringing his forehoof to her mouth.
“I think that’s enough from you little girl. Now…Just like very other night we’ve done this, being a good girl and open your mouth up for your medicine…” The stallion said demonically as he spit the bottle out and opened it up with his magic, before taking one pill out and hovering it down to her face.
She knew what would happen once she took that little white pill. Once she had fallen asleep her memories would fade away and just like at the beginning of her day, she would wake up with no way of knowing what happened to her the day before. They day would play out just like her day went and no one would knew he had done it again to her. Summing up all her courage she refused to open her mouth for him.
“Heheh, you better open up or I just may make that other eye a bit black so they match…”
As he spoke, she felt his twitching mass pinned between his stomach and hers making her throat fill with disgust. She desperately tried to kick him off but his back legs were spreading hers so she couldn’t. Still not wanting to give him what he wanted, she tried to wiggle her front hooves free so she could punch him in his disgusting face. Before she could, she felt magic start to build up around her mouth and slowly forcing it open.
“I love how you always fight back but the result is always the same…”
He was calm, too calm, as he floated the pill into her mouth and closed it once inside. Not giving her a chance to spit it out, he quickly moved his other hoof to her nose and caught off her flow of air. Though her hooves were now free to hit him in the face, she quickly found herself short of breath and panicking for air.
“Swallow it, and I’ll let you breath, or you could try to hold on long enough so you suffocate. It’s no problem for me, as long as your body is still warm enough to fuck.”
She would have been happy to die and be over with the horrible reality that was upon her, yet her body fought against her own will and the pill got swallowed in an attempt to get a bit of air. Once the stallion saw her throat move, he knew he had won.
“Good girl. Now, lets begin.” He said as he moved his front legs away from her face and pinned her free hooves back to the bed.
Before she could caught her breath, she felt his body arched back a bit before thrusting forward, sending a familiar object deep inside of her. A dam burst apart inside her, the fear and terror she had been holding back now breaking free. She had been taken for a fool for the false kindness her supposed doctor was showing her. Now she was relieving a nightmare she couldn’t remember. As the stallion pushed his large dick into her body unceremoniously, a pitiful moan escaped her lips, and Octavia started to cry like a little, frightened filly. The cold sweat she had broken into combined with the tears she was shedding along with her loud cries filled her room with raw emotion. She could scream for help but no one would hear her. The only being that would was raping her, degrading her body like he had done a few times already. She was alone until Vinyl got back but it didn’t help her situation considering she would be gone until 12. Though she wasn’t sure what time it was, the sun was slowly setting indicating that she had a few more hours until then. For now she was alone, confused, scared, and vulnerable until he was done.
Octavia arched her head back so she didn’t have to look at him and stared at the bed frame in front of her with teary eyes. Her once elegant coat was covered in sweat and the scent of the stallion at her rear. She wanted to fight back and scream at him, but her throat was already sore from her earlier panic attack and her legs were pinned hard to the bed, not allowing her to move them at all. She had no choice but to let him continue. She was trapped, helpless, useless, and weak. She couldn’t fight back considering he was a unicorn who had powers over the arcane arts and feared what the bottom of his heartless being could do to her. She felt useless and looked it as well. If Vinyl had seen the horrid scene she would have a heart attack from it. She wanted to tell Vinyl that the nightmarish stallion had returned to have his way with her but if he had done so previous times then he had a way of shutting her up, as impossible as it sounded.
She could feel his rough hooves still pressed against her legs as he continued to punch his erection into her abused cunt. The setting sun was the only thing that provided the broken mare with any comfort but it quickly got blocked out as the stallions left hoof crossed into her line of sight. He was done with his slow pace and was looking to go faster into her for his relief. Minutes felt like years and Octavia lost track of time as her eyes started to grow heavy and puffy from the amount of crying she did.
She wanted to go to sleep, but she knew once she did she would forget everything and once again become a useless living husk of a pony. The frantic endless thoughts her mind produced, clamored for a way to create a moment’s peace, yet it could never happen.
“I’ll never get tired of you. You’ll be a mentally unfit pony for the rest of your pathetic life, and you’ll never get the honor of knowing my real name.”
His words were like venom, seeping out and spilling over her body. She continued to look away but felt violated when he moved his face into her and licked her cheek like a slobbery diamond dog.
“But I’m also a nice pony as well. I never leave it inside and I always change your bedsheets and make sure you sleep like a baby every time I visit…”
His toned quickly change into a very wrong sort of kindness. While it sounded like he meant it, the feeling of venom in his words didn’t leave.
“P-please….go aw-away…” Octavia stammered out in a very raspy voice as she tried to move her front hooves but still couldn’t.
“Shh, shh. It’s okay, I’m almost done…” He whispered into her ear and he pushed a rather painful thrust into her body.
While she was too busy lost in her emotional wreckage, the stallion on top of her had never ceased pushing into her body. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed but he planned to keep her locked up until the pill kicked in so he could quickly clean up and exit the house with his gear. Now nearing his climax, he pressed his face into hers and quickly finished up.
True to his word, he pulled out at the last second, and caked her white sheets in his stallion labor. A bit of it sprayed onto her stomach but the hit went where it was supposed to go. Looking at her eyes, he noticed that they were very puffy and red from her endless crying. Her whole body was shaking violently and her lips trembled nonstop and she only let out soft whimpers signaling her mind was in a broken state. The stallion just smiled and slowly removed his body off of hers and stood on the floor staring at her, like a parent would to a newborn foal that was just put down for a nap. As she felt his warm body leave hers, she rolled on her side and curled up into a small ball and just continued to whimper.
The stallion said nothing as he laid his body on the floor and waited for the pill to kick in. He had to continue to watch her in case she made a break for it and made it outside alerting someone on what just happened to her. It almost happened once when he took her sheets to the laundry room and came back in time to see a wobbly mare almost to the front door.
Octavia herself just stared at the picture frame of both her and Vinyl and felt useless. She needed her friend with her more than anything right now but the worst part was she wouldn’t even remember her name once she woke up in the morning. It was a sad truth, and one she had no choice but to except. She couldn’t move, for she could hear the deep breathing of the stallion still staring at her body from behind her back. Eventually the drug she had induced started to make her eyes heavy and her body very weak. She did her best to stay up and fight it off, but what dosage it was, was too much for her to handle and she started to slip into darkness…
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Dawn had reached through the window of the sleeping mare, giving her room a dull golden glow. As the sunshine hit the mares sleeping face, it caused her to slowly wake up from her deep slumber. As her sense slowly came to, she found herself waking up from a dream that left her body shivering and putting it in a slight state of fear. As her eyes opened, her dream ended very abruptly and seemed to be plucked from her mind forever. As she started to properly wake up, her body felt very sore and her left eye felt slightly swollen. She felt like she was beaten up by someone a few days ago and the pain still lingered in her joints. Turning her body a bit, her vision switched from the window to her roof and she noticed something on it.
“My name is Octavia.”
