//------------------------------// // Warning: Abuse // Story: StolenAlicorn's Sad Stories // by Stolenalicorn //------------------------------// She had finished her shopping but wasn't anywhere near ready to go home yet. She loved it out here, with the ponies that adored her. “You're make up is always so perfect.” Another filly cooed. “You have to teach me.” “Oh, it's nothing special.” She tittered dismissively. “It just takes practice, that's all.” “You've got a real talent.” “Thank you.” She said with a genuine smile. As much as she wanted to stay out and be fawned over she needed to get home soon. “I'll see you later, right?” She asked. “Of course!” Her friend happily said. She smiled as her horn lit up and her took her groceries home. The front door creaked open and she carefully walked into the front room. Her husband was sleeping on the couch. Thank Celestia for small miracles. Once the shopping was put away she began to fill a nearby bucket with water. She panicked, though, as she felt her makeup begin to run from the steam. As quietly as she could, she crept to the other room and began to wipe it all away so she could reapply. She winced as she looked in the mirror, hating what she saw. This morning's bruise had begun to turn purple and she'd need to use more concealer to keep it covered. – – – – – – *** – – – – – – “Why are you talking to ponies behind my back?” She pointedly asked as she flew towards him. He nervously rubbed his foreleg as she loomed over him. “I wasn't.” He eventually said, quietly. “Then why were you with that mare again?” Her eyes narrowed to slits as she glared down at him. “She's my friend.” He said defensively. “That's not what she thinks.” She said, moving closer. “I know mares like her. She only wants one thing from you.” She landed and turned away as she spoke. “I know you like earth ponies. You're disgusted by my wings.” “No.” He said quickly, trying to keep up with her. “You're wings are beautiful.” “No they're not. You think I'm disgusting, that's why you only like earth ponies.” She said, hanging her head. He rushed over and hugged her. “Don't say that.” “It's true. You don't love me, you love her. I'm just the mare you stay with.” “No, no. I'm sorry. I didn't want to upset you.” “Then why were you talking to her?” She said with a pout to her voice. “She's my friend, I promise, nothing more.” She huffed and turned away from him. “You're going to leave me.” “I won't, I promise.” He desperately said. “But you don't love me.” “I do love you.” He emphatically said. “You don't act like it.” “What do you want me to do?” “Stop flirting with those other fillies.” “I wasn't flirting!” He insisted. “I was …” “I knew you didn't love me.” She interrupted. “I'm sorry.” He said. He tried to kiss her cheek but she pulled away as he got close. “Don't worry.” She quietly said. “I'll leave you alone. Flirt with those fillies all you want, I won't be around for you to hurt.” “I'm sorry.” He said, starting to sob as he spoke. “I'm sorry. Please don't leave me.” “You don't want me around, you don't love me.” “I'm sorry.” He pleaded. “I won't talk to those fillies again, please don't go.” “Do you promise?” She asked, a little hope creeping into her voice. “I promise. You're the only filly I need.” He said. “Do you love me?” “Yes.” “Thank you.” She said, allowing him to kiss her.