It only takes a second for the implication to set in. A horse hair whip. The lack of guns in Equestria. This is their equivalent of a shotgun wedding. Get married, or else.

This was Fluttershy's plan, surely.

"Then, I suppose that's it," you say, rising to your feet and grabbing your bags.

The two of you give your tickets to the conductor. You find a private compartment for you and Redheart to sit in, and you pull the curtains closed, just to be sure. The train pushes off, and then, the only sound that fills the empty, stagnant air of the cramped compartment is the rumble of the train on tracks. You sit facing each other, sitting on opposite seats. Red's eyes move from you, to the floor, not saying a word. The silence lets you contemplate. And your mind begins to wander.

This is it. You're finally running away. This is the day you felt like it would never need to be a necessity. Fluttershy finally did something that you can't resolve through either peace or violence. Which means the only option is to fly. And worse off, she created new life to do it.

And then the weight of her plan begins to really hit you. She... force created a life in order to leverage you to follow her plans. In order to manipulate you. That's a new low. There's an evil in a manipulation of others in order to further your own agenda at the manipulated's expense, but this is a whole new low. This is a life. A new life. Or, well, a potential life. It could be a ruse. There could be medical complications due to the human part of the DNA. There's a solid chance that your child could never be born.

Then the silence becomes overwhelming, yet deafening. You hear a ringing in your ears. Breathing becomes more difficult and you become acutely aware of every single little muscle and movement in your body. You feel a physical ache that settles over your whole body. You slouch some. A chill runs from your shoulders down to your knees as a tremble tickles the back of your throat.

You may never, ever, meet your first child. Or worse, your child may never be born. Fluttershy has taken that from you. There's no getting it back.

"Are... are you okay, Anon?"

"I'm fine," you say, your voice wavering. You look down to your fist and notice your knuckles are growing white. A trail of moisture runs down your cheek. For a moment, you feel as if you only exist. There is only a husk where you are. You are nothing. "I'll be fine."

Redheart moves to sit by you, placing a hoof on your shoulder and pulling you in towards her. You smell the sunflower aroma of her delicate pink mane. You feel the softness of her fur. You feel your body give and you allow the tiny pony to take a part of you and pull you into her. You feel her warmth take you and hold you closely comforting you. Keeping you tight.

A stray thought then crosses your mind. 'Keeping you prisoner.'

You push away your insecurities and close your eyes. Allow yourself to be loved, Anon. Allow yourself to know that you deserve good things. Allow yourself to have something that makes you happy.

Redheart hums a gentle tune as she strokes the features of your face. You feel the water flow freely, down your skin and onto the fabric seats of the train car.

In that moment, you've never felt more violated by Fluttershy. You've never felt more ruined by Fluttershy. With one simple action, Fluttershy took from you something that truly is unforgivable.

All that's left is to restart.

Author's Notes:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5STmQVqsu0M

I'm sorry for the short chapter lengths on these dailys. I'm trying to do them correctly. I know each scene could be elaborated on much more, but I don't want to weigh down with too much unnecessary detail either. I'd love some opinions and critiques with this arc. This one wont be short, me thinks.