// Chapter Five: Anon's Anger, Fluttershy's Cruelty, and Applejack's Lies //------------------------------//
The walk back to Twilight’s was fairly uneventful. Nothing major hindered your progress back, aside from the nocturnal helicopter squirrels. You found them quite interesting since you’ve never seen a rodent’s tail move quickly enough to keep them airborne before. When you arrived at the treebrary Twilight opened the door before you could even knock. She was worried sick about you. You were expecting this; after all you were gone the entire day. She was afraid that you were trampled by rabbits or something worse.
You stifle your laughter. “Oh come on, Twilight. I doubt a few rabbits can hurt me.” You wind up patting her head as you cross through the threshold. She bats your hand away with a hoof.
“You could have let me know you were staying,” She closes the door behind you and walks with you.
“I’ll be fine, Twilight. You don’t need to treat me like a child. Besides, I’m pretty sure I’m older than you.” She shakes her head. Clearly she’s flustered with your laid-back demeanor. And for good reason, you’re new to this world and you’re not fully aware of the dangers here.
“You’re in an unfamiliar place and I’ve only scratched the surface when it comes to educating you. As far as you’re concerned you ARE a child. You know about as much as a foal would when it comes to Equestria.” You would have said something about that, if she was not absolutely right. It was rather unwise to stay out so late. Despite this world and yours sharing some similar traits you’re sure there are plenty of things that haven’t been covered yet that differ. One of which is currently looking up at you.
“You’re right Twilight,” you sigh before adding, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”
“Its fine, as long as you’re not hurt… and what’s with the towel?” You see her eyeing both the towel around your waist and the dirty clothes under your arm.
“Oh this, when I was working with Pinkie we ended up throwing sugar and stuff at each other. Got kinda messy, had to clean myself up.” Twilight’s interest hits its highest point when you mention Pinkie’s name.
“Did you have any luck with her?” you nod.
“Yup, she’s pink and bubbly again,” You shoot Twilight a prizewinning grin. Twilight returns your smile with one of her own before trotting to her stairs. You assume that now that she knows your safe, she’ll turn in for the night, but before she starts her climb it seems she’s curious.
“So how’d you do it?” You're quick to answer.
“Confectionary fight, cleaning supplies, and a lot of laughter.”
She giggles, “That’s Pinkie for ya… and thank you Anonymous.”
“It was my pleasure. Now if you’ll excuse me I’m gonna go head on back ‘home’ and get some clean clothes. Have a good night Twilight.”
“You too,” as she heads up her stairs you open the basement door and head inside. You find your teleporting bed in the same spot as it was before. As you look it over a childish idea comes to mind. When you hit the bottom step you take a running leap and land on your bed. You bounce a bit before settling down. A part of you has always wanted to do that at least once.
You throw the covers over you and crawl your way down. Eventually you end up in the hallway to your discorded paradise. The color scheme assaults your vision yet again, causing your to rub your temples. At least Eris and Screwball aren’t out and about. You’re sure they’d have something to say about you being in a towel, especially after what happened this morning. You open the door to your bedroom, step inside, and grimace at the sight of Discord, Eris, and Screwball sitting on your bed. Apparently they were waiting for you.
“Well. It seems like you had an interesting day.” Discord laughs and Screwball joins immediately. Eris however blushes before throwing her grpyhon hand over her eyes.
“Dude! What’d we talk about this morning? Put on some pants or something!” She shouts. Not wanting to hear anything else on the subject you toss your dirty clothes next to your dresser. Then you dig through your drawers to find something to wear for tonight. Zebra-striped sleeping pants, socks, and a wife beater are what you choose, when you’re dressed Discord motions for you to take a seat. You find that he’s given you a black pleather recliner. You have to admit it’s a nice touch to your otherwise empty bedroom. You position it so it faces your bed, then you take a seat.
“Thanks for the chair boss,” You pull the lever and recline in your seat, Discord nods approvingly.
“You’re welcome. I noticed your quarters were lacking.” Screwball looks to you with jealousy.
“Aww, Daddy never gets me anything.” She mutters under her breath.
“Except the roof over our heads, your room, your stuff, and that lovely little hat,” He flicks the propeller on her beanie for emphasis.
“Screwball, you get like that whenever ANYPONY gets anything… spoiled brat,” Eris crosses her arms and glares at her sister.
“What was that?” Screwball growls before shooting Eris a glare of her own.
“You heard me, pipsqueak.” She flicks her long, serpent-like tongue out at Screwball. As soon as Eris did Screwball lunges. Soon the two of them are fighting in a cartoony cloud, which rolls out of your open door. With a snap of his fingers Discord closes the door behind his daughters.
“You have to forgive them. They fight all the time.” Discord takes to reclining on your bed, “So do you have a friendship report for me?”
You nod, “Kinda pulling this outta my ass, but I’d have to say friendship can be hard to achieve when one pony says they ‘hate’ the other. It takes patience and understanding to look past that fact and at least try to make friends anyway. Who knows, you may come to find out that their hate is only a front?” You shrug at the end. You probably could have worded that better, but it’ll have to do.
“You know that reminds me of a situation I was in not too long ago.”
“Really?” you ask. You find that his eyes seem to be looking at something far off as he speaks.
“Yes. Princess Celestia said she hated me, she told me she hated my guts. So, I tried to be friendly, threw a little chaos here and there, and it didn’t work.”
“So what happened?”
“I banished her and her sister to the moon of course!” He breaks down into hysterics. You can’t say you approve of that at all.
“Jesus, Discord that’s morbid!” You’re not finding the situation funny in the slightest. Discord wipes away a metaphorical tear after his laugh.
“I know, right?” Like the flip of a switch his face becomes stoic. “”I’ll accept what you’ve given me, and I expect a better one tomorrow. Another day, another new friend, farewell,” you hold your hand out to stop him but it’s too late. He’s already snapped his fingers and teleported out of the room. You had questions that needed to be answered and you doubt he actually lives in this place. He has an entire palace for himself after all. You’re going to have to make a trip to Canterlot if you wanted to have a chance to speak with him.
Until then you’re going to have to go along with making friends without knowing WHY you’re making friends. Sure having new friends is fine and all, but why you and why ponies? With nothing else to really do you stand, walk over to your bed, lie down upon it, and head off to sleep. Meanwhile, Eris’ and Screwball’s fight began to heat up.
Eris was pulling Screwball’s mane, then Screwball somehow ended up on top of Eris and she started beating her with her hooves. Then it all went back in to a cartoony cloud of violence. The cloud proceeded to destroy the couch, the ping pong table, the bar, the fridge, and of course the ceiling furniture. Their fight continued well on into the night…
You wake up the next day to find that you have company on your floor. Eris is passed out at the foot of your bed. Screwball is lying on her back with her hooves in the air. The two of them are bruised and beaten. Screwball is groaning in pain while Eris remains unresponsive. At least they didn’t keep fighting your room. You get up and walk over to your dresser, choosing to ignore the two sisters as they whine and moan. You figured both of them were capable of casting some sort of healing spell so they’d be fine. As you’re putting on your jeans you hear Screwball speaking up.
“Hey *huff* Anon. What’s *huff* up?” Screwball pants as she weakly lifts her head.
“Nothing much, just wondering just what the hell happened while I was asleep last night.” A plain black hooded jacket, white t-shirt, blue jeans, and of course the same shoes were your choice for today.
“Oh nothing really. Sis and I got in a fight and destroyed everything.”
You scoff, “You can’t be serious,” You don’t believe a word. That is, until you step out of your room, and into a warzone. Screwball wasn’t lying. The building looks like a wreck. It’s as if your room leads into ground zero; doors are off their hinges and lying around, the walls have holes in them, when you step in to the living room you see nothing remains of the furniture, except a few bits and pieces. You can’t even count the amount of scorch marks this room holds. At least one table survived the horrors of war. You walk over to it and pat your hand on its top. It has to be pretty sturdy to make it through the fight.
As you walk away the table crumples in to a pile of ashes. You don’t even hear the poor thing breaking down and deteriorating. You head back in to your room and over to Screwball.
“So who won?” you ask as you kneel down to her.
“I did, Eris can’t handle this,” you hold up your fist and Screwball bumps it with her hoof.
“Good job.”
“Thanks,” She passes right on out. Almost as if you flipped her off switch. You don’t mind letting the two keep your room for today, after all they’re going to get an earful from their father, probably. You walk out of your room and head through the darkened section of the hallway. As soon as your head pokes out from under the covers you’re assaulted with Twilight’s voice.
“There you are Anon! What took you so long? I’ve been calling in to that blanket for an hour!” You shrug as you step out in to Twilight’s basement.
“Sorry, your voice doesn’t carry. I didn’t hear a thing.” She groans from frustration before wrapping her hoof around your hand. She starts trying to pull you, “W-what is it?” you ask as you start sliding along the floor. You’re surprised by the grey mare’s strength. When you don’t comply with her pulling she puts you in a bubble of magic, and then levitates you with her. Bad memories resurface as you recall your first day. Sweat forms upon your brow as the thought of orbiting past the moon comes to surface. You pray that Twilight has no intention of doing something similar. As the two of you enter the library you see Spike in a magic bubble of his own.
“Sup?” You wave to Spike. You’re doing a great job at keeping your voice level.
“Hey Anon I see you’re in a bubble. I’m also in a bubble myself.” He laughs nervously before poking his spherical prison.
“Now that I have the two of you I can show you the amazing thing!” Twilight giggles madly while clopping her hooves together.
“Wait…what amazing thing?” You shift your position in your bubble in hopes of getting comfortable. Twilight merrily trots to her door with you and Spike in tow.
“So how’d you end up in a bubble?” You turn to Spike.
“I wanted to sleep in. She didn’t want me to sleep in,” Spike says before shooting Twilight a stern glare, “And today was my day off too!”
Twilight waves a hoof dismissively at his whining, “Oh Spike, don’t be such a baby,” she magically unlocks her door.
“But I am a baby!”
“Details, details.” She steps out in to the front pathway of her housebrary. You and Spike are forced to follow, and the two of you see something that neither of you could believe. The buildings weren’t spring loaded and ready to fire, nor where they in the shape of game pieces. It’s as Twilight explained the day before, these homes are quite simple in appearance. Most of the structures in Ponyville seem to be timber-framed with distinct thatched roofs and overhanging upper floors. Though you could spot buildings in the distance that didn’t have that trait. Unfortunately, the streets still resembled poker cards and there were still dancing bulls and long legged rabbits, but the town is now a step up from where it was before.
“Isn’t this great, guys?! First the sun and moon are put back on track now the buildings!” Twilight exclaims as she trots around her path. You have to admit, you don’t really share Twilight’s enthusiasm. Then again you haven’t lived in Equestria for very long. You haven’t had the time to appreciate the potential splendor this town held. But judging by the care and craftsmanship that went into making these homes… you know you’re only seeing a small taste of what this town had. You could only imagine what the rest of the place would look like without Discord’s influence. You can only hope that you would eventually view all of Ponyville the way it was meant to be.
Until then, you’re to make as many friends as possible. That reminds you of the questions you still needed to have answered, and now new ones come to mind. Why was the town becoming normal again? Was it something to do with you?
“I just can’t believe it!” She pops the bubbles you and Spike are in. You hit the ground on your stomach, and Spike ends up landing on your back.
“Thanks for the cushion,” Spike says before getting to his feet and leaping off your back.
“Don’t mention it,” you grumble as you get to your knees. You wipe the dirt from your clothes before getting to your feet, you curse when you see the dirt on the knees of your jeans. You’re going to have to find a washer and dryer. Soon all of your clothes will end up looking like this and at this moment you have no way to wash them. But you don’t have to worry about that just yet. Discord brought all of your clothes from Earth; you’ll be fine for now. When you look over to Twilight you see that she’s got this silly grin on her face as she merrily trots around her housebrary.
“I don’t know how it happened or why but today just seems so great!” you watch on in silence as the gray starts to melt away from her revealing her purple coat. The color slowly creeps up her hooves, then to her main body. It all suddenly dissipates as soon as a voice mockingly calls out from above.
“Hey Twilight, what’s soaking wet and clueless?” You look up to see Fluttershy hovering over Twilight with a bucket full of water; suddenly Fluttershy slams the bucket down on Twilight’s head, soaking her. “Your face!” Fluttershy exclaims. Before you can do anything Fluttershy flies out of your reach and out of site.
“Damn Pegasus…” you murmur. Ruining happy moments must be her special talent. You walk over to Twilight and pull the bucket off of her head. You still don’t even know how Fluttershy managed to get into the library undetected. She doesn’t seem to be a mare that uses subtlety. Twilight’s completely soaked, “Are you alright?” you ask as you kneel down to Twilight’s level. Whatever happy mood she had is gone now. Twilight hangs her head down before trotting up her stairs. You sigh out of frustration when her bedroom door slams shut. Fluttershy keeps messing up Twilight’s day and you’re starting to get sick and tired of it. You’ve only been here three days and she’s done nothing more than piss you off and hurt Twilight.
“Hey Spike,” you turn to the little dragon.
“Yeah Anon?” He looks up at you.
“Do you know where Fluttershy usually hangs out, or could you tell me where she lives?”
Spike nods, “Yeah she’s got a cottage on the edge of the Everfree Forest, but she won’t be there till tonight. Ever since she turned grey she started hanging out with Liarjack during the day”
“What kind of a name is Liarjack?” Sounds like an obvious reference to a fibber to you.
“Well, her real name’s Applejack but when she went grey she turned into a really bad liar,” Spike takes the bucket in your hands and sets it next to the door.
“What makes you think Fluttershy’s with Applejack?”
He turns back to you, “Ever since Rarity became a greedy hoarder, and Rainbow Dash up and left town, the only ‘friend’ Fluttershy has left is Applejack. That’s how I know,” Spike explains as he takes a seat at Twilight’s doorstep. Good, with your search narrowed down this hostility with Fluttershy is going to stop. If she won’t listen to reason you’ll MAKE her leave Twilight alone.
“So what does Applejack look like and where can I find her?” Spike is quick to answer.
“You’ll find her at Sweet Apple Acres, a farm on the outskirts of town. Like Twilight and the others she’s grey. Also she’ll have three apples for a cutie mark and she’ll be wearing a brown Stetson hat.” Spike’s kind enough to point in the direction you need to go. And that’s all the information you need, with the town’s buildings looking normal it won’t be too hard to spot any barn or apple trees.
“I’m gonna go have a little talk with Fluttershy,” you say as you stand and start walking. You curse when a few poker cards come loose, causing you to trip and fall flat on your face. Spike laughs hysterically.
“You alright dude?” He asks in between fits of laughter.
“I’m fine, that didn’t happen.” You get to your feet and resume your journey. As you make your way down the road Spike puts a claw to his chin in thought.
“Hmm, I wonder how I’m going to make Twilight feel better,” he snaps his claws when an idea hits him, “oh I know I’ll make some hot chocolate, that’ll help cheer her up.” He gets up and walks into the library, being sure to shut the door behind him.
As you walk the carded path leading over a bridge you start thinking of ways you could approach this. If you find Fluttershy there you’re going to have to shut her up long enough for you to say what you need to. You’ll probably have to worry about this Applejack pony too. A liar and a bully is a very bad combination. If you run in to Applejack asking for Fluttershy then she’ll probably lie, hence the nickname. You just hope Spike’s little nickname for the pony isn’t as accurate as he made it out to be. Regardless bad liars have an easy tell, this pony’s going to have one too. Just got to figure out what it is. After a good thirty minutes of walking you finally start seeing apple trees lined up in close rows to each other. You must be getting pretty close.
You walk a wide dirt path leading to a two floor homely looking place a ways off from the road. You’re thankful that you’re finally able to walk on dirt and grass rather than the cards and checkered patterned ground. As you walk further in you spot a few cows eating in an open field near the back of the ranch. Then you see the chicken coops not too far off from the fields, and the apple trees, there are so many apple trees. As you near the house shrill barking catches your attention. A little brown and white spotted dog bounds towards you. You half expect it to slow down but unfortunately that doesn’t happen.
You contemplate running, but when that dog hits full speed you knew there was no way you could outrun it. Suddenly the dog leaps for you when it gets in close. You reach your arms out and catch it. You position your hands so they’re holding the dog under her front legs. She’s kicking her hind legs and barking incessantly.
“Hey,” the dog keeps barking, “Hey!” She still isn’t listening to you, “GOD DAMN IT SHUT THE FUCK UP!” The dog lets out a yelp before growing silent. You don’t know if she understood you or if she knew that tone inflection. Either way you’re relieved that she’s finally done barking your ear off. Regardless you decide to test the idea of her understanding you.
“Do, do you speak? Other than bark or woof I mean,” You’re curious as to whether or not dogs could really talk in this world. When it tilts its head and whimpers you sigh. Of course the dog can’t talk. It was silly to think otherwise. “Listen, I’m looking for Applejack, can you find Applejack…” you look at the dog’s tag, “Winona?” her ears perk up when you say her name. “Where’s Applejack?” you her before setting her down, she sits and tilts her head, looking up at you as she does so. It’s like she’s looking you over.
Maybe if you tried that demeaning baby talk that all dogs seem to eat up she’ll lead you to her. “Huh? Where’s Applejack, girl? Where is she? Where’s the little pony, Winona?” She lets out a joyful bark before spinning around in circles, she looks at you then her head turns in the direction of a large red barn, then back to you. She spins around again.
“Come on, Winona, Take me to Applejack! Aw, who’s a good girl?” you coo as you pat your knees. Winona takes that as an invitation to put her paws on your legs. Lucky for you Winona seems to be all bark and no bite. If she weren’t, you’d probably have half your meat torn off now. You scratch her behind the ears. “That’s a good girl Winona, now take me to Applejack,” you say with a smile, Winona lets out a happy bark before taking off towards the barn. She looks back at you to make sure you’re following…
Because you’re not exactly track material, Winona easily runs past you and ends up at the barn before you even make it halfway. As you make your way over to Winona and building you start feeling a little nervous. You really didn’t want a repeat of your first day here. You were hoping to avoid conflict if at all possible. You don’t need to have Twi-cry fixing your back again. When you get to the barn Winona starts scratching at the door. You open the door for her and she runs inside. You follow in close behind. Immediately Fluttershy’s harsh voice assaults your ears.
“What are YOU doing here you freak?” Things have gone from hopeful to sour in less than five seconds. You sigh before looking up to the second floor. Unfortunately from your position all you can see is a ladder leading up and the floorboards.
“Fluttershy I'm not in the mood for your bullshit. If you don't want a repeat of the day before yesterday you'll come down here.” While your voice remains calm your threat is laid bare. You tap your foot and wait for her to appear. If she doesn’t come down to you then you’ll gladly climb up that ladder and go to her. You’re surprised to hear the southern drawl of a mare call out from the second floor.
"Ya'll ain't gonna find her here no sir, no Fluttershy here.” Just from that lie alone you already suspect who that other mare could be. It’s as Spike said, Applejack is a poor liar.
"Let me guess, Fluttershy. Applejack's up there with you isn't she? I'm guessing that's her?" You wait for another lie to come spilling forth. Lo and behold you aren’t left waiting long.
“Ah told ya'll, Applejack, I mean Flutter- both of us ain't here!" Applejack sounds pretty angry, but then again you’d be mad too if you couldn’t tell a good lie to save your life.
"Maybe Applejack is up here, maybe she isn't. And I'd watch your mouth alien. Nopony threatens me," She finally flutters down from the second floor and hovers at eye level.
You shoot Fluttershy a cocky grin, "Good thing I'm not a pony huh?" she growls in response. Suddenly a gray mare matching Spike's description peers out from the second floor.
“Is that the alien ya'll told me about Sugarcube?" Applejack asks as she looks over you. She doesn’t look disgusted, rather she seems curious.
Fluttershy nods, "He's ugly isn't he?"
"That there's the ugliest darn thing ah ever seen, uglier than a manticore." Applejack says before looking from side to side, you note a few beads of sweat upon her brow. If that’s her tell, then does that mean she’s lying? If it is, then that is a pretty obvious one. It’s almost painful to watch her lie. You shake your head before pinching the brim of your nose.
"Yup, you're Applejack alright," you mutter as you look between the two, "Now on to business. Fluttershy, you're going to apologize to Twilight for what you did earlier.” Fluttershy laughs, loudly, she has to land because her wings start fluttering out of her control, after about a minute she wipes away a tear. You hand at your side starts to shake from how hard your clenching it. You didn’t like it when people laughed at you in school and you definitely don’t like it now.
"Maybe you're not so bad after all, that was a great joke. Me, apologizing to her? That's a riot," Fluttershy shakes her head, disgusted by what she just said. "You're not so bad? What's wrong with me?"
"I'm being serious, that shit you pulled made her cry and it pissed me off. Now either you do as I say or I make you regret it. Got it?" When your crack your knuckles her eyes wide. She definitely remembers what you did to her wings. The intimidation only works for a few moments unfortunately. Fluttershy's eyes go half lidded, now she isn't taking you seriously at all. Applejack climbs down the ladder and takes her spot next to Fluttershy.
"Bah, this alien ruined a perfectly good nap too, he ain't much o' nothing.” This time she doesn’t avert her eyes. A small sprinkle of truth and it’s to insult you. Why are you not surprised?
"Well sorry to disappoint, but I don't really care. I'm not here for you.”
"Well now that's just plain ol rude!"
"I don't care. Anyway, we're going," You make your way to the barn door. As you reach the doors you turn to see Fluttershy hasn't moved an inch. "You coming?" you ask through gritted teeth.
Fluttershy pretends to ponder your question for a moment, “mm. Nope.” Her smirking only manages to make your face red from anger. You’re a thin hairline away from simply walking back over to her, throwing a hook at her jaw, then dragging her with you.
You sigh in a futile attempt at calming down. "Okay, if you're not going to come along, I'll just beat you to a pulp then drag you there myself.” That’s the final time you’re going to threaten or warn her. If she says no again you’ll no longer be held liable for what you’ll do. You start walking back to her, making sure to appear as menacing as possible.
"Better idea. You do something for me, and I'll give Twilight her apology," You stop in your tracks before raising a brow in question. Do you really want to ask what she wants? You know she's made herself out to be a selfish, uncaring, pony. And she'll probably refuse to go along with you if you were to hold true to your end of the bargain
You take the bait regardless, "What did you have in mind?"
Fluttershy's grin seems to be getting wider. "Oh I've got a few ideas, Anonymous, and I'm fairly certain you'll enjoy them.” Her ominous grin and tone does little to calm you.The three of you stand in silence for a few seconds. You’re growing impatient.
"Again, what did you have in mind?"
Fluttershy looks at your hands before her wings flare out from her sides ever so slightly.
"Those hands…" She says softly.
"What about them?" You look over your digits. You don’t see anything out of the ordinary so you don’t see where she’s going with this.
"Give me a wing massage," at the end of her order her eyes go half lidded and her smile becomes a sly one. At this point there are obviously a few things wrong with this request. Number one, you’re inexperienced with massages. The second one is that you didn’t like the thought of relaxing a pony like her if it turns out you could.
It didn't help that Applejack started giggling like mad. "Are ya'll serious Sugarcube?" When Fluttershy nods Applejack's smile fades, she whispers, "but Fluttershy, he ain't even a pony. It'd be wrong! 'Sides, what if he tries to rip em off ya?" She looks to you suspiciously.
Fluttershy whispers back, "Applejack, when he grabbed my wings, and before he started twisting, they were like a dream. They were so soft, now shut up and go along with it you hick." Applejack’s features turn sour.
"Fine, but don't ya'll say ah didn't warn ya.”
"What the hell are you two whispering about over there?" You don’t like how they’re whispering and looking at you like you’ve been put on display.
"Oh um, nothing you need to worry about," Applejack says before biting her bottom lip out of nervousness. And just like that you’ve lost whatever inkling of patience you had left for her lying. It’s as if these ponies were created to get under your skin and make your blood boil. So much so that you consider not going along with Fluttershy’s little deal. It sounds way too fishy for your taste.
"You know what, forget the deal. I'll just kick your flank.”
"Anonymous, I will apologize if you do this for me," Any sort of cocky attitude, or condescending tone disappears. This causes you to remain standing in place rather than walking over and doing things the easy way. You have no idea if she’s serious, or is she messing with you. If you give her what she wants what's stopping her from just taking off? That’s when you realize she’ll be in arm’s reach. If she tries anything you’ll just grab her wing and give them something a lot rougher than a massage.
You smirk when you realize you’ve got the upper hand, "Deal," you say as you walk over to a nearby apple sorting table. You find two bales of hay near the table, after stacking them upon each other you now have a proper place to sit. With that ready you take the baskets filled with assorted apples and set them on the barn floor. You put your elbows on the table and lean in when it's cleared. "Hurry up and get over here. Let's get this over with," You motion for Fluttershy to come over and lay down.
Fluttershy saunters over to the table, and she wastes no time in flying to the top of it. When she finds a comfortable position she lies on her stomach and stretches a wing toward you.
“Get to it, alien.” You sigh before reluctantly pulling her outstretched wing into your hands. Unfortunately for you, you have no idea what you're doing. At least this is nothing more than a massage. You can probably do a half decent job and still get what you came for. But you can’t help feeling gullible, as though you’ve just fallen for an obvious trick. You start by preening her wings, being sure to straighten any out of place feathers you could find. As your fingers run along the smooth texture of her primary feathers Fluttershy sighs happily. It seems like you’re doing something right after all.
The more you straightened her feathers, the more she seemed to squirm in your grip. As if her wings were quite sensitive. Perhaps their wings have more nerves than you thought. When you see her wing flutter in your hands, you can’t help but think that’s out of her control. It does nothing more than confirm your suspicion. You could really hurt a Pegasus pony if you weren’t careful with their wings. At this point you could quite easily snap her bones and ground her for life. To ground a Pegasus sounds like the ultimate way to break their spirit without outright killing them… to be seen as an outcast among her peers… the temptation is there, but you remain civil in your endeavors. You’re still mad, but not to that extent.
You move on from her primaries to her primary converts. As soon as your fingers brush against them you elicit a soft moan from Fluttershy. She starts to shake a little, but it doesn’t deter you. As you continue to work your magic she bites down on her lower lip in order to stifle another moan. You don't notice Applejack's reddening cheeks as you continue to work. With the feathers along her converts straightened you move your hands up to the bend of her wing. When you feel the bone you start putting a bit more pressure upon them than you did her feathers. You're careful not to use too much force. After all, you're not looking to hurt her. At least, not yet.
After a few minutes of massaging the bend of her wing you start to smell a particular scent. If you didn’t know any better you’d say it smells like the grass of an open field.
"Fluttershy, what's that smell?" she's quick to respond.
"Ignore it... keep going," she mutters breathlessly.
"If you insist," you shrug, unsure of the situation now. When you started becoming thorough you notice she’d squirm. Her breathing became ragged and her face lit up with a tint of pink. If you didn’t know any better you’d say your massage was having a second effect on the mare. While a part of you tells you to stop you keep going per her request. You’re about halfway done anyway. When you feel the bend has received enough attention your fingertips trail along the converts and to the axillaries.
While your right hand focuses them your left hand focuses upon the node. When you apply pressure both of her wings shoot out from her sides. You find that they are stiff to the touch. You don’t know if you pinched a nerve or what, but you can genuinely say you’re surprised to the point of worry. She has yet to do this and you have no idea how to handle it.
"F-Fluttershy?"
"Please Anon, don't stop.” Your technique actually got her to ask nicely. You’re shocked to say the least.
"I... okay," you say as your fingers start to kneed, it doesn't take long for her to start squirming yet again under your touch. The scent soon becomes pungent, when you start to apply greater pressure her little moans turn up in volume. Her reactions open up a new door of possibilities for you. Perhaps you’ve got the opportunity to make a career out of something like this. It would be infinitely better than the last job you had. At least you wouldn’t run the risk of losing your fingers. You hand start to alternate yet again. This time you go back to massaging and preening areas you've already taken care of. Fluttershy makes her approval vocal.
"Sweet Celestia!" She screams. Suddenly her body begins to shiver violently, and then her eyes seem to roll up in the back of her head. Her entire body goes limp and the smell is almost overpowering now.
"Applejack, is this nor... mal..." you ask as you look over Applejack. Her face is as red as the apples you've moved, Fluttershy's face is fairly flushed as well, and she's got this satisfied, lazy grin, and she's panting. You can feel the gears turning in your head. All of these factors all lead to one thing: that you're a fucking moron. You should have noticed something when the smell started. You have zero experience when it comes to this, but you've watched enough erotica to know what just happened.
You just stimulated Fluttershy sexually. Self- Disgust wells within, upon realization your hands start to shake. You pull them from Fluttershy's wings as if you were pulling them away from an open flame. You feel so dirty… you look at your hands, revolted with them, and yourself. To do such an act is against everything you stand for. Fluttershy isn’t a human, she’s an animal. This would get you thrown in prison back on your world. You look to where Fluttershy’s hind hooves are. The wood is a shade darker from being soaked. Droplets from your actions pitter off the edge.
Fluttershy speaks to you between breaths, "Thanks... for the... massage... whorse," she laughs with bated breath. And you are no longer responsible for any following action... You feel used, you feel unclean. You've just molested a pony; you've done something you'd never think of doing to anything let alone an alien horse. But regardless of what you've done, Fluttershy still made a deal with you. Whether she's horrid or not is irrelevant, she's going to apologize to Twilight and to you for having you do this.
You clench your hands in to fists and grit your teeth, "So is Twilight going to get her apology?" you ask as you angrily stare down Fluttershy. You know the answer that follows before it flows from her maw. Fluttershy waves a hoof in a dismissive fashion.
"Nah, she's not getting a single thing from me," she smirks. She doesn’t realize the grave mistake she’s just made. You’ll do your part to help her open her eyes so she can properly see her fault. You don't like being used, and you really hate liars. You grab the underside of the table Fluttershy is laying on and flip it, knocking Fluttershy on to the barn floor.
"Hey, you freak, that hurt!" Fluttershy yelps as she picks herself up off the floor, when she tilts her head to look up at you her little eyes reflect anger. She should be afraid, but then again, nopony has stood up to her so why should she? She'll have to learn fear from you. With a swift kick you knock away the overturned table that separated the two of you.
"I really don't like liars, cunt," you growl. As you approach Fluttershy she has that look of anger and defiance, but her body starts to betray her. She starts to back away from you, and you walk to close the distance. When you do she backs away from you again, neither of you take your eyes off of the other.
“You're running out of room to run," when she turns around to look you leap to and try to grab her. Fluttershy tries to fly away but the massage you gave her wing has left her weak. She's barely manages to fly over your hands before having to land again. "What's wrong? Can't fly?" You ask as you get to your feet. Now, Fluttershy is afraid. She looks from you, to her friend, then back to you. You reach out to try to grab her yet again. She manages to dart around you. When she gets over to her friend she hides behind her.
"Applejack! Take care of this creep!" Applejack looks from you to Fluttershy before quirking a brow.
“Ya'll want me to fight an alien?" Applejack asks in disbelief, Fluttershy nods vigorously as you walk over. The two of them are in a corner; there is no escape from you this time.
You have no bone to pick with Applejack, but if she tries to stop the glorious retribution Fluttershy so desperately deserves, you won't hold back on the little earth pony. You should break her, she obviously knew what was going on and did nothing to stop it, but you’re feeling generous towards her.
“Get out of the way, country horse." Maybe this little warning will be enough. As soon as your order is uttered you hear the barn door open behind you. You turn to the source of the noise to find a pony standing in the doorway. This one stands at a much larger height than the two mares in front of you. You assume this pony is a stallion considering the masculine forming of his muzzle. His emerald eyes look over you and the two mares you have cornered. He separates himself from his cart full of apples and trots over. Not knowing what you are causes him to keep a good amount of distance between you and him.
"What in the heck are you an why ya'll got mah sister in the corner?” the mystery stallion asks. His deep voice seems to rattle your very bones. He seems to be calm despite the situation. Were you a pony with his sister and her friend in such a position he probably would have already started charging. At this point he probably doesn’t know what to think.
"Big Mac! This nasty alien molested Fluttershy, and he was gonna get me too! Help us big brother!" Applejack suddenly shouts, you feel a cold chill run spine as Big Macintosh narrows his eyes.
"Please! I'm so scared!" Fluttershy adds, you can hear Fluttershy start to break down. Big Mac's eyes twist in anger; he obviously believes the garbage they’re spewing about you.
"Oh this is bullshit!" You shout. You make your frustration apparent. Big Mac's voice remains even, but his tone carries authority.
"Get away from mah sister and her friend. Now." You waste no time in doing so. An angry brother is a strong brother. Big Macintosh trots over to the three of you, causing you to move to further back in order to keep yourself away from him and the mares. He stops when he's standing in between you and them. You try and see if he’ll listen to reason. You know how bad it looks, but maybe, just maybe he’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.
"Big Mac, I know this looks bad, but you've gotta listen to-" he cuts you off.
"No, YOU listen. Nopony does that to mah sister. Now ah'm a gentlecolt so ah'ma give ya five seconds to high tail it out of here before I chase ya'll down." He snorts and paws at the ground. Despite having a few feet on him you can’t help but feel intimidated by his actions. You can’t believe you thought he’d listen to you in the first place, it’s only natural he’d listen to Applejack rather than some human. You can honestly say you’ve had better days than this. First Twilight's happiness gets flushed down the toilet, and then you get tricked into pleasuring the one who made Twilight sad.
Now some country pony's big brother is about to make you pay for something you weren't going to do. You have the greatest luck of any living creature known to pony kind. Why did things have to turn out this way, all you wanted to do was make your new friend happy. She deserved to be it, from what you saw she was completely miserable before you got here. Sure it was annoying but no one seemed willing to lend a hoof to help. You’re sure Spike tried to do something, but it obviously had no effect. Big Mac’s words tear you from your thoughts.
"One, two," Big Macintosh seems ready to charge right now rather than when he hits five. You look behind him to find Fluttershy and Applejack smirking. Your anger has hit a level you never thought existed. Sorry Big Mac but you're in the way. "Three," you walk over to the ladder used to get to the barn's second floor and tip it over. It's built for ponies, not for humans of your size. You stomp on the side of it as hard as you can and a portion of it snaps off. You hold the broken piece like a thin club. It's not much but it should do something to a pony like Mac here. "Four," you hear his hooves dig deep into the dirt. You turn around and start walking towards him with your 'club' in hand.
"Five," you finish for him. You swing the piece of broken wood and before he can react you crack it along his muzzle. His head jerks in the direction you struck, Applejack and Fluttershy gasp in horror. "There, maybe that knocked some sense in to yo-" Big Mac tackles you, cutting you off mid-sentence. It’s as if your strike did nothing, once he has you on your back Big Mac brings his front hooves down on you. You feel the air leave your lungs when he makes impact. Your vision blurs as your torso becomes numb. You thought your landlord hit hard, that fat Italian had nothing on Big Mac.
As you struggle to get in a breath of air Big Mac swings a hoof across your jaw, you feel a tooth come loose. When he brings his hoof back for another swing you spit your dislodged tooth at his face. You get him right in the eye with it. Big Mac yelps before backing away. You use this time to try to catch your breath. When the air finally reaches your lungs Big Mac gets right back to pounding his hooves in to you. Luckily you've brought your arms up to block them, but they can't take the blows. You end up rolling onto your back while he rains down punishment upon you.
It's like someone's hitting your arms with a bat, if this keeps up he's going to snap the bones before too long. You’ve got to do something and fast. When he lifts his hooves for another strike you bring your knees up to your chest, then you place your feet on Big Mac's belly. Using your legs you try to lift Macintosh and by some miracle you're strong enough to do so. You push him away from you and scramble to your feet.
"Get em, big brother!" You hear his sister shout. Big Mac turns around so he can buck you. You’ve heard how destructive those can be when a full grown horse does it to a human. Judging by Mac’s size compared to you he’ll end up bucking you in the stomach. You know that he’ll easily snap your bones if he’s able to connect. You move in the direction he turned so you can avoid his buck. He tries again, and again you move in the same way. You hear him grunt in frustration. He tries a third time and when he does you position yourself so you're parallel to him. You run forward and tackle him from the side. When he hits the ground you straddle Bic Mac so he's stuck on his side.
"Now are you gonna stop and listen to me!" you shout as you try to keep him pinned. His response is turning his head and spitting in your fact. You visible shake as your adrenaline and fury burn from within. You hold him down with your left and rain down strike after strike with your right. You slam your fist down as hard as you can in to the side of Mac's face. From the position he's in he can't get in a good hit, nor can he get up or defend himself from you. You keep punching his muzzle, his right eye, his head, withers, anywhere you could.
He tries to tuck his head in to his hooves but you don't let him. You move your knee so he can no longer use them. He’s an unfortunate victim, but at this moment you can’t find reason to care about that fact. As you’re about to swing again you feel something smack the side of your head, stunning you for a moment. You look around to find an apple on the ground.
"What?” You look to the cart Macintosh rolled in to find Fluttershy and Applejack standing there. They’re glaring and holding apples in their hooves. You growl and try to get to your feet. You’re going to make those two pay for hitting you. That's when they start pelting you with apples. Honey Crisps, Macintoshes, Granny Smiths, Red Delicious, and many others bombard your chest, face, and stomach. You bring up your arms to protect your face, and you start running towards them.
That's when you feel a Honey Crisp pelt you right in your nether regions. The impact is like an off switch to your aggression. Your jaw hangs open in disbelief and from utter pain. You whimper before clutching your privates. You fall to your knees, and those mares take this time to keep hitting you with apples. Each one seems to hit you harder than the last, but they pale in comparison to how your testes feel at this very moment. You grit your teeth and try to ignore the aching so you can get to your feet. You manage to kneel before you feel a set of hooves slam in to your back.
Your eyes widen and you open your mouth in a silent scream before hitting the ground. Your perception of the world blurs, the pain coursing through you is indescribable. Thankfully, it only lasts for a few agonizing seconds before your body grows numb. You want to open your mouth and scream but you can't seem to breathe. It’s as if your body has shut down on you. You want to move around and writhe, but nothing works. You can’t move anything.
Your condition does nothing to deter Macintosh, nor does it stop Fluttershy. She trots over to you and the two alternate between strikes. There isn't a part of your back they don’t hit. You don’t feel a thing, but each impact darkens your vision bit by bit. Eventually sweet relief overtakes you as your sight fades completely. As your unconscious body is being beaten by Macintosh and Fluttershy, Applejack stares uneasily at the events taking place before her...
Applejack watches silently as both her brother and her friend pound into you without relent. As she watches your body jolt from each punishing blow, pangs of guilt well from within. She wonders why she was so quick to lie. You had no intention of hurting her; you made that plain as day for her. It was going to be directed at Fluttershy. She took advantage of your ignorance and willingness to help Twilight just to get a cheap thrill. Applejack has no idea why she was so willing to defend her.
She deserved at least a stern talking to, and she didn't help by rubbing it in and calling him a whorse. IF Applejack were in your position she would have beaten Fluttershy herself. She was so rude, and dishonest… just like her. Ever since Discord used his influence on Applejack she’s done nothing but laze around and lie to her kin. It'd be over the most ridiculous things too, things that wouldn't even net her any sort of trouble. Little things like 'did you leave your hat in the chair’, or ‘is Applebloom up yet’ and things of that nature. She’d tell a little fib here and there, and things would be fine. And no pony ever got hurt from it, at least not physically.
Now she gets to see firsthand what her lies truly do. Someone’s getting the beating of a lifetime over her lies. You don’t deserve it, she knows it, but she went ahead and lied anyway. She feels that she can't just sit here and let this happen, but if they find she’s been lying, Applejack knew Big Mac would get really mad. She feels that maybe it’d be easier to just keep quiet and let them keep doing what they’re doing to you. But it isn't right… She looks at her brother and sees the rage billowing from him. He's stomping on you as hard as he can, and Fluttershy is doing the same.
"Take that!" Fluttershy screams, she shows no signs of stopping.
"Ya dang rapist, ya'll get what you deserve!" Macintosh’s words only make her feel even worse. She can’t bear to look at the scene any longer. She knew that without a doubt she’ll have to say something. She has to stop them before it’s too late. Applejack doesn't notice but as her guilt grows her color starts to return, as her heart aches over your undeserved beating she slowly regains her true nature.
"Stop," Applejack mutters. Neither of them hears her. As she gets to her hooves, the orange color of her coat starts snaking over her cutie mark and mid-section. "Stop!" She breaks off into a gallop. When she reaches you she starts by yanking her brother’s tail with her teeth. She has no idea where she found the strength to do it, but she manages to pull her brother off of you. He turns to her when he’s a few feet away from you.
"What is it Applejack? Ya'll wanna beat ‘em up too? Go right ahead, ah won't stop ya.” Applejack takes this time to see that her brother’s eye is starting to swell like a balloon. She should have said something sooner, now he’s hurt because of her actions. Macintosh can see the horror planted on his sister’s face. "What's goin’ on sis? What's wrong?" she averts her eyes from Macintosh, "And what's with yer coat?" you start tapping your hooves on the ground in anticipation. There’s still a part of her screaming internally, saying that she shouldn’t utter a word.
"Ah..." Her color starts creeping up her neck. She looks around frantically as sweat starts to pour down her face, "ah..." Her mane and tail regain their blonde hue, "Ah lied to ya.” The last bit of her to return to normal is her eyes.
"W-wha?" Big Macintosh’s disbelief causes him to sit.
"Ah lied. The alie- Anonymous wasn't gonna touch me. He was gonna hit Fluttershy for tricking ‘em into doin’ somethin’ inappropriate." Silence falls between the two of them; the only noise that can be heard is Fluttershy's hooves. She has yet to stop, but her strained breathing and ever weakening blows shows obvious signs of fatigue.
"Are ya serious?" He starts to look over his own hooves in horror.
"Ah was under pressure and ah had to tell a fib." Big Macintosh's response is an angry one. His thunderous voice forces Applejack to her haunches.
"What kinda excuse is that?! Do ya'll know what ah was doing? Ah was gonna kill em!" Big Macintosh wastes no time in turning around and swatting Fluttershy away from Anon.
"Hey!" She turns to face Macintosh. Any further her response is cut short by Big Mac's furious glare.
"Ya'll went along with that lie! What the hay's wrong with you?!"
"What? Applejack you told him the truth?! What gives? And here I thought you were cool." Fluttershy is utterly disappointed with her friend.
"Ah don't care why ya'll did it, but ah do know one thing. Ah don't hit mares. But if ya'll don't skedaddle ah'll make an exception," Big Mac's threats aren't to be taken lightly.
Fluttershy knows this fact, "Whatever, I don't wanna hang out with a bunch of losers anyway." And with that Fluttershy takes to the air. She flies past the barn door and out of sight. Applejack looks out the open barn doors where Fluttershy made her escape. The sound of you being dragged along the ground catches her attention.
Big Mac has the hood of your jacket in his teeth; he's dragging you towards the apple cart. When he puts you next to the cart he dumps it of all its contents. Apples go spilling in to the floor. Applejack shakes her head in disbelief.
"Big Mac, what are ya doin?"
"Ah'm takin’ ‘em to the hospital, he's barely breathin’. Ya'll need to help me load ‘em up." She nods before making her way over and helping him empty out whatever apples remain in the cart. When it's clear she moves under your legs while Big Mac lifts your upper body. Since neither of them has magic to help it takes longer than needed to get you into it.
The two of them manage to set you on your back. As she starts to strap Macintosh to the cart a few questions come to her mind. Would any pony at the hospital actually know how to help you? The only one who she can think of who can help is Twilight. She’s got enough magic to fix you after all, or at least she thinks so.
"Hey Mac, change of plans," she tightens the straps while he looks over her with his good eye, "we're takin’ ‘em to Twilight."