> Treating a Mare Right
>  by anonpencil
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> This might spark a little conflict...
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	It has been two weeks since Twilight left for Canterlot.  In that time, you’re surprised and happy to say that the town hasn’t gone to shit. The mayor, which surprisingly you still have despite the fact that a princess pretty much runs your town now, seems to have taken her head out of her ass and is actually doing her job. The pegasi have kept storms away, Pinkie hasn’t gone on a sugar-induced rampage of giggling and helium-filled destruction like last time, and Ponyville in general feel sleepy and calm.
In fact, the only one who seems to be acting strange at all is Fluttershy.
You first noticed it a week ago. The usually shy, quiet, and awkward pony has never really caught your eye much, but now it seems like she’s always just in the corner of your vision. Twitching, cowering, trembling and apologizing. And what’s more, she’s twitchier and more apologetic than usual. She almost seems like she’s getting the shakes.
Still, you have half a palace to yourself now that your unfortunately winged landlord is away, and you find it impossible to focus on her for too long. There’s places to explore, stash-spots to find, things to pee on so you secretly know they belong to you! 
In fact, you’re in the process of choosing something for that next task when you once again see Fluttershy emerging timidly from the shadows. Rather than pass by, wincing this time, she approaches you with a soft, polite cough for attention. You quickly zip your fly and hope she didn’t notice, then turn your full attention to her.
“Er….hey Fluttershy what brings you to this part of the castle today?”
She looks down and kicks at part of the large rug absentmindedly. You can see a steady blush spreading across her cheeks, and she chews at her lower lip. Man, she’s adorable, sure, but crippling shyness is definitely the word you’d use.
“U-um…Anon?”
“Yes?”
“Could I…um…talk to you about something? I-its personal. If you’re not too busy of course.”
You look around. What could you possibly be busy with besides marking these tapestries Rarity designed as your territory? You shrug at her.
“I’ve got nothing going on. What’s up?”
Now it’s her turn to look around, but far more cautiously than makes sense. You’re alone in the castle, for what you know.
“Could we talk someplace more…um…private?”
It’s like she has to force out every other word. You again offer her a shrug.
“Sure I guess?”
Without another word, she turns from you and beckons for you to follow. She leads you down a small hallway you hardly knew existed, then brings you up a winding staircase, then through a low passage. Honestly, you’re so lost after just a few minutes that it feels embarrassingly like you don’t know this castle at all, and you’ve lived here for months! How does Fluttershy know about all this?
As she leads, you notice she’s very fidgety. Her wings constantly rustle with subconscious movement, and her steps falter even when the stones are set evenly and smoothly. Her ears are always flitting this way and that, as if trying to pick up glimpses of movement and sound that aren’t really there.
After what feels like an eternity in this weird maze of corrodes, Fluttershy stops and turns to you. She looks flushed, and deeply uneasy, and she can’t stop from moving between her left and right hoof. Seeing her like this, you feel a little uneasy too. 
“A-anon?” she stutters out.
“…yes?”
“I need your help.”
She has your full attention now, and your interest. She’s never asked you for help before. Hell, she’s never really asked you anything, or even spoken to you at all. Why isn’t she asking one of her other friends? Why is this so important that she needed to take you here to ask you?
“Ok,” you say slowly. “What do you need help with?”
She again seems tongue-tied. After a moment of stammering silence, she finally speaks.
“I…I have a problem. It’s a little unusual, and I’m not entirely sure what to do.”
You wait for her to continue. She looks as if she may burst into tears at any minute.
“I…Twilight usually helps me, but she’s been gone so long, and I don’t know when she’ll be back so…will you please help me?”
“Help you with what?” you say as gently as possible.
She’s hardly being clear, but speaking in anything but a soothing coo right now might straight-up break the poor bitch.
“Well…” again a long pause. “B-before Twilight came, I actually wasn’t always so cuddly with animals. I mean, I loved them but…sometimes…”
All at once, something seems to snap inside her. Her head droops, her body becomes rigid, and her shoulders heave once. Then words flow effortlessly out of her in torrent. 
“Sometimes they get so messy and unruly and horrible, even when you’re just ever so nice. So sometimes I couldn’t take it. I’d be happy and kind and then someone would do something bad and I couldn’t…I had to…had to make them stop so I’d punish them and make them be quiet and sorry and then I’d clean, clean everything, make everything alright, and give them all the hugs in the world. And then Angel started hitting the other animals too, and…”
She stops, as if suddenly cut off by and unseen hand. You stare down at her, trying to take in all of this, but it sticks in your mind so slowly. Fluttershy….used to hurt her animals?
“…Fluttershy? 
“I wasn’t always so nice and shy. Twilight’s…treatments for me made me this way. I’m very shy and timid now…b-but at least I’m nice to my animal friends all the time. But…”
She swallows hard. You can hear the tears in her voice.
“But the treatments need to be given regularly. And…this most recent one is wearing off faster than usual. I need another, but Twilight’s not here so…I’m…I’m getting twitchy and worried and I think I might…and I don’t want to…”
Her breathing quavers as she tries to calm herself. You suddenly want to reach out to her. You want to comfort her, soothe her, do anything you can. She’s just trying to be a decent pony, just trying not to hurt anyone. She’d be tragically shy and awkward rather than be the kind of monster that injury those helpless creatures she cares about. In that moments, you admire her more than you ever thought possible.
She looks up at you then, and you can see dark lines down her cheeks where tears have made their way toward the castle floor. Her eyes shimmer with budding wetness, and her lower lip trembles.
“W-will you help me,” she hardly more than squeaks out “with getting my treatment?”
There’s no hesitation.
“Yes of course, whatever you need!” you almost shout.
Without really thinking, you quickly envelop her in a hug, running your hand down over her mane in a comforting caress. You can smell honeysuckle hovering around her form, and her fur feels velvety and rabbit-soft under your fingers. She shakes in your arms for a moment, then seems to calm considerably. She breaks away and nods up at you with a determined expression.
“I’ll show you the way to my treatment room.”
“What, here in the castle?”
She nods.
“Twilight had to rebuild it after the library was destroyed, but I think it’s even better now really. Just follow me, I know the way.”
She turns, and you again begin your free through the depths of the castle.

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It seems like you walk forever before she at last reaches a large oak door with several massive iron locks on it. She pauses, again seeming reluctant to let you in.
“You have to swear not to tell a soul,” she says.
You nod your consent.
“Oh of course not, what happens in there stays between you and me.”
You see what might be a shy smile cross her face before she takes a deep breath and approaches the door. With a practiced hoof, she fishes a key out from under one tucked wing and, with her mouth, begins to open the squeaking and complaining locks. It takes a solid five minutes for her to manage to unlock all of them, and you have a sudden sense of discomfort that there are just so many locks on here. Considering it’s hidden, why would Twilight need to lock it up so tightly? In fact, you’d been so enchanted and concerned by Fluttershy’s tears, shaking voice, and ashamed ton that you never really thought to ask the most important question until now.
What exactly IS Fluttershy’s treatment?
The door groans as Fluttershy wrenches it open with many an adorable squeak of exertion, and motions for you to follow her inside. You step into the dark room, waiting for your eyes to adjust, but the flick of electric lighting soon nearly blinds you with its brilliance as the yellow pony flicks a switch in one corner. You hold your hand before your eyes to shade your view, and slowly, you begin to make out shapes.
Against the back wall is a series of large, boxy looking computers, some of which sport what look like seismographs. You can see a few blinking red lights that indicate the technological monstrosity is still slumbering, but other than that there’s not that tells you what all this does. You know that Twilight was a bit of a nerd, sure, but you haven’t really seen a computer since you got here. The sight of one sets you back a step, feeling wildly out of place, especially in a castle. But the computer is not what sets you back the most.
Your eyes slowly follow a series of long, snaking wires towards what looks like a mixture of a bed and a dentist’s chair. While it looks vastly uncomfortable to you, you get the feeling it’s designed to fit a pony’s body much better. Even then, though, the thing looks menacing.
It’s flat, and seems to have no metal components to it, and it leans back at the head and neck while cradling the lower half. It’s like the thing is meant to hold you gently, but very still.
Hanging over one arm of the chair is what looks like a set of headphones and a thin, rubber bridle and bit. 
Not fully comprehending what you’re seeing, you turn your attention to Fluttershy. The young mare has this look on her face as if she’s just come home. Her eyes sit half closed, a crooked smile spans her face. As you watch, she lets out a long, soft sigh.
“Uh…Fluttershy?”
It’s like she’s coming out of a trance when she looks back up at you.
“Oh!” she says, blushing with sudden embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I just drifted off for a moment. I’m just ever so glad you’re willing to help me.”
“…ok, help you with what, exactly?” you ask, feeling a bit more nervous than before.
I mean, what are you supposed to do here? Study her brain? Perform surgery? It’s not that you haven’t thought about ‘playing doctor’ with the pony before, but you didn’t think it would be like this. That’s a little outside your kink range. Probably. Maybe, Ok, hell, you’ll try anything once.
She smiles shyly at you in that ever-disarming way of hers, and your nerves settle for just a moment.
“Not to worry, I’ll walk you through the whole process, I promise,” she says sweetly.
You hesitate for just a moment more, then sigh and nod.
“Ok, ok, show me exactly how this therapy works.”
She lights up a little, seeming almost excited.
“Ok, well…first you go over here.”
She leads you to the computers and begins to point at a series of buttons and switches.
“First you hit this button to turn everything on,” she says.
“Can’t you do that then?”
“It’d be better if you do it,” she says, downright blushy as she speaks. 
She moves on quickly, her voice scarcely pausing between each point. Her hooves quickly indicate lights and switches, one after another.
“Then you flip these switches from left to right, slowly, so it has time to power up. Then you check in with me, make sure I’m all situated in the chair and that everything fits alright. then you check that these lights are green, and when this light turns yellow, you turn the knob as high as it will go, wait for a humming noise and for these dials to get to the very very top, then hit the big red button over there. And that’s that!”
She turns a beaming smile in your direction. You go over each step in your head, trying very hard to keep up, but it seems somewhat straight forward. You’re so caught up in trying to memorize the process, that you almost don’t ask the nagging question. But all at once, it hits you, and you realize this doesn’t sound like a normal medical procedure.
“Uh…” you say haltingly.
“Yes?” she says sweetly, already making her way over to the chair.
“Fluttershy, before I do anything…”
“Yes?”
“What exactly does this do?” you say very slowly, sounding out each word to be sure she understands that this is an important answer.
Still, like it’s nothing she just shrugs.
“Oh, well, it’s my treatment.”
“Which is…”
“Well the machine builds up a charge, then the device on my head administers a teeny tiny electric shock to both sides of my brain and-”
Hold the fucking elecrocutionary phone.
“What, it does WHAT?”
“It gives me a minor electrocution, then I’m right as rain for a while and oh so nice to my animal friends again.”
She sighs happily, and again heads for the chair. You just blink at her a moment, then put up your hands, shaking your head.
“Woah, woah, you’re asking me to electrocute you?”
She pauses and nods over one shoulder.
“Yes, I wouldn’t ask except Twilight usually does it, and she’s away so I just need a little bit of help…i-if that’s alright with you.”
Ok, this is definitely outside your kink range.
“I…I don’t think I can…” you stutter out. “I mean…I just…couldn’t that kill you or something??”
You’re trying hard not to shout but you’re pretty sure you’re failing. Is this pony crazy? Electroshock therapy? Holy fuck, you’re pretty sure that’s banned most places in your world because of how dangerous it is, and who even knows how much you could fuck it up here?! You could leave Fluttershy a drooling, incoherent, totally defenseless mess, completely unable to fend off anyone who would try to…
…then again…
No, not worth the risk. Better to just do it when she’s sleeping, like you did to Spike that one time. Fluttershy flattens her ears to either side, looking absolutely crushed.
“O-oh…” she stutters out. “ok. I understand.”
“I’m sorry, I just-“
“N-no, I’m sorry,” she says quickly, sounding on the verge of tears. “I really was asking too much of you. I’m sure I can…I can find a way to make sure that…maybe Rarity can watch my animals so I don’t…so I don’t…”
Oh god your feels. You weren’t prepared for these. You feel some part of your icy cold logical thinking dissolve in the aced of her stuttering tearful words. Well…for the sake of her animals…maybe you could…
“Alright, I’ll do it,” you say with a heavy sigh. “But if things get too weird, I’m shutting it all down, clear?”
She snaps out of her tears in an instant, again looking elated. She nods vigorously. 
“I understand.”
“Ok…go get…er…ready I guess.”
She doesn’t need to be told twice, and swiftly rushes to the chair, settles herself into it, and adjusts the bridle over her head. With a hoof, she indicates several restraints on the chair for her hooves, and you fasten them, trying to hide the weird mixture of disgust and arousal you’re feeling. Hey, electrocution may not be your thing, but bondage? Yeah, that you can do.
When you’re done, you return to the machine and once more go over all the steps of the procedure in your head. 
First power on. You flip a switch and the whole machine hums to life. Things buzz and whir, and something deep in the device sounds like it’s grinding. You hear a soft murmur from Fluttershy, but are unsure if it’s a sound of excitement, fear, or maybe both. You flip the switches, turn the dial, check to make sure Fluttershy is situated, go through every step she indicated before. As you do, the machine grows louder and louder, whining as if in protest to this whole thing. At last, you’re ready to push the big read button, and the computer sounds like it’s in a flurry of agony and exertion now. 
You take a deep breath and look one last time to Fluttershy.
“Ready?”
She looks like she’s in a haze, like she’s only partially mentally here, the bit clamped soundly between her teeth. She looks at you, seeming to barely see you, and nods her consent.
You let your breath out slowly between pursed lips, raise one trembling index finger, and forcefully push down on the red button.
All at once, the room is an explosion of sound and movement. 
What looks like an overly-accentuated, fake bold of blue lightening courses along the wire running to Fluttershy’s bridle. The young mare’s body suddenly seems to jerk forward against the restraints, like her chest is trying to separate itself upwards an away from the rest of her body. Her head throws itself back, eyes wide and nearly glowing the the electricity coursing through her body, her hooves vibrate, her haunches quake, and her hair flows outwards in a nonexistent wind. 
There’s a wail in the the air, and you can’t tell if it’s the scream of the machine of a sound coming from between Fluttershy’s clenched teeth. Her body continues to writhe and convulse in the chair, and you can’t stop staring, like you’re watching a car accident. A weird, whinnying, yellow winged car accident involving a heavy lightening storm. Yeah, something like that.
It feel like it goes on forever. When did Fluttershy say this was going to stop? It shuts off automatically, but when? Her cries sound completely foreign now, like they couldn’t even come from a  live animal. Her lower half strains up against its restraints, her head tossing as her hair lashes and curls around her like the legs of a pink spider. A spatter of foaming spit trails from one corner of her mouth.
This isn’t ok. She’s in pain. She’s hurt, she’s dying…
God damn it Twilight, what sort of horrible experiments were you conducting down here You have to stop this, this can’t possibly be a good treatment for Fluttershy’s violence towards animals.
With an almost shaking hand you slam off the main power switch and the machine grinds to a halt. As if previously possessed and now exorcised, Fluttershy’s body drops lifelessly back against the chair. You rush to her, tugging off the bridle and watching as small curls of smoke rise from the singed fur around her temples. 
“Fluttershy!” you’re screaming out as you begin to wrestle with the restraints. “Fluttershy, can you hear me?”
The pony emits a groggy moan. 
“It’s ok,” you’re saying. “I’ve got you, you’re alright, you’re not-“
“Anon,” she barely more than murmurs. “Wh…why…”
You lean down towards her trembling muzzle so you can hear her more clearly.
“What? what is it?”
“…why did you stop?”
You straighten a little, looking down a her in confusion. To your surprise, she’s registering a dreamy look, a crooked smile plastered all over her face, her eyelids only half open. Her chest rises and falls in an unsteady, exhausted manner, and her body shudders happily occasionally.
Is…did she enjoy that?
A further inspection of her body shows a glisten across the hair of her tail, and you see a large, damp area spread across the chair between her legs. Her haunches quiver every few moments, clenching her legs slightly together, then releasing them apart again.
…oh. Holy. Shit.
You stare dumbfounded into her face, at first unsure what to say. Realization takes hold and you feel a creeping anger growing in your chest. The tears, the trembling voice, the story she told you…through her haze, she seems to recognize the expression and a look of mild fear begins to seep into her eyes.
“U-um…” she stutters out, but then stops.
“…Fluttershy?” you say in a soft stern voice.
“Y-yes?”
“You don’t really hurt animals, do you.”
“…no.”
“And this isn’t some treatment for violent outbursts, is it.”
“…um…not as such, no.”
“So,” you say slowly, voice rising with each word in volume and ferocity. “You’re telling me…that you brought me down her to electrocute you…so you could get off? This is just some sex thing with you?”
“Well it’s not entirely a sex thing!” she blurts out. “It really is a medical treatment Twilight gives me!”
“Oh yeah? For what?”
“…uhm…n-nymphomania?”
Welp. That’s enough for one day.
Fucking tricksy weird kinky ponies…You raise your hands to either side of your head in surrender, completely swearing off this whole situation, and shake your head at her. 
“Nope,” you tell her. “Just nope.”
“B-but…”
Without letting her finish, in every sense of the word, you turn away from the table and begin to walk out of the room, leaving her still strapped to that weird chair.
“Um…Anon?” she calls after you, but you don’t turn around.
You shut the massive door behind you and throw on an extra lock for good measure. Twilight should be home soon enough anyway, and that yellow liar can sit and stew in her own literal juices and think about what she’s done in the meantime. In fact, the idea of Twilight coming home to find out that you know about her weird kinky sex treatments, and that Fluttershy has been down there strapped to a table for a few days, brings a genuine smile to your face. 
At the very least, Twilight will be in for a bit of a shock.

-End-