• Published 31st May 2022
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Four Years Later... - Script Singer



Four years after Script was sexually abused and it still haunts her. Will she be able to move on?

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Night Terror

Author's Note:

The following chapter is rated Mature for mentions of rape. I don't know if it's really detailed or not, I tried not to but it probably is slightly detailed. You may skip this chapter if you wish, the story shall have a happy ending.

I found myself in the dark alleyway with no exits. Just walls surrounding me. I cowered in fear, knowing what was going to happen. I have seen it play out so many times.

I heard a long chuckle. I just curled into a ball and cried, waiting for my fate. I didn’t have to wait very long. I was suddenly thrown against a wall, finding him in front of me. I just let the tears roll down my face, knowing there was no escape. “Please show mercy, Master…”

Shadow Mane only chuckled. “You’ve been a very bad filly, and must be punished.”

I only let out another sob as I hung my head. I felt him grab me by the throat as he leaned in close, licking my neck and nibbling my ear. “That’s a good girl.” He whispered in my ear.

I let out a shudder as I heard him say that. I just stood there, letting him do whatever he pleased to my body. He then slowly moved his hooves around me, caressing my body. I shut my eyes tight at what was going to happen next. He slowly moved down spreading my legs apart. I just shut my eyes tight, wishing this nightmare could be over.

It’s gonna be okay, you’ll wake up any second now… I think to myself. You’re gonna wake up, I promise…

He then slowly stood up, leaning in close once more letting out a soft growl.

“P-Please be gentle…” I muttered softly.

“You still must be punished for your mistakes.” He chuckled. I let out a cry of pain as I felt him enter inside me. “Buck, you’re so tight…”

I just stood there and sobbed, praying it would all end soon. After what felt like an eternity he finally pulled away. I collapsed to the ground just lying there, sobbing.

“You really are a slut.” He chuckled as he walked away, leaving me there in the street a shuddering mess.