And then, it stands before you. Your home. The lights are all on, but no shadows move across the windows of the two floor house. You take a deep breath and move forward. Do you go through the front? Do you sneak around the back?

Fluttershy likely has a plan for everything. There's no point in trying to be stealthy. With her animal friends, you're more than likely being watched as it is.

Almost as if your mind was read, a small flock of birds fly from the roof of your home, their shadows eclipsing the moon above you. You nod your head. There's no point in trying to do this quietly. You take a deep breath then set in motion once more. You watch as a tall, hulking shadow makes it's way into your living room.

That's likely the bear. Interesting. The bear is going to be escourting you. That makes things easier.

You move to your front door and gently turn the handle. The handle refuses to move at your command. You pause. Of course Fluttershy wouldn't make this easy. She wants you to play her game. She wants to break you down slowly. Bend you to her will.

You knock on the door softly. Three times.

A shuffle of movement comes from inside as heavy thumps echo from inside. The door clicks, and then opens slowly. There, on the other side of the door is Harry the Bear. He growls down at you, then steps to the side allowing you to pass.

This is it. You could pull out your gun now, and take down the bear. But then what? Give away your weapon and motive? No. That could give Fluttershy time to level the playing field. She likely doesn't think you're coming with a weapon that's ranged. Thus, the bear would take you down in the case of a sudden move.

Right now isn't the right time. It's better to keep the element of surprise.

You step inside your own home, and close the door behind you. The bear stares at you as you step away from it. Your gut instinct was to lock the door behind you, but it would arise suspicion from the animal in front of you that could incapacitate you with a single swipe of it's deadly claws.

The bear nods toward the staircase, and you nod, then take a few quiet steps forward. As you do, you look at your home.

Your home is trashed. Tables and chairs are upended and torn apart. The couches and furnature are ripped apart and television screen smashed into a pile of broken tubes and glass. Your books are scattered across the floor, shelves barren, keepsakes shattered.

Each step brings the crunching of glass as you place your hand on the banister and ascend the stairs. Your ears strain for any signal or sign of movement. Yet all you hear is the shifting of weight behind you as the bear follows closely, blocking your way out. You take a deep breath and try to act as natural as possible as you continue on.

You reach the top of the stairs, and move down the hallway. There, on the left, your bedroom door is open. The bathroom and spare room doors closed tightly. You walk forward quietly, memorizing the way the gun is holstered in the back of your pants so you can grab it easily without fumbling. You step into your bedroom.

There, on the bed, are two mares. One, white with a long pink mane. Redheart is bound tightly, and gagged. Tears stream from her eyes as she shakes her head wildly as you step inside.

"Right there is far enough," mutters the voice of your stalker.

Fluttershy sits up in your bed, holding a knife that gleams in the moonlight streaming through your bedroom window. On the floor, shattered into a thousand pieces, is the framed photo of you and Redheart.

"The door please, Harry?"

The bear moves inside your room, and closes the door behind you.

This is it. Do you pull the gun now, fire at Fluttershy, then turn to take out the bear? That's the best way to ensure Red doesn't get stabbed. But, if you miss, then Red is fucked. Would the bear kill Red after killing you? What motivation would it have? It wouldn't let Red GO by any means, but would it want to -kill- her?

"You've irritated me a lot, Anon," Fluttershy says calmly. "That's no way to treat the mother of your child."

You remain silent as she rises to her hooves.

"But, I am nothing if not patient. Frustrated, but patient. So, I'm going to give you a choice. You confess your love for me, then we consummate our love, right here, for your ex-lover to watch. And then she may leave. Safe and sound. Or, she dies, and I take you by force."

She pauses, then looks to Harry.

"I truly wish it never turned out this way. But you just had to fall in love with some stupid tramp. Look at her, Anon. Really look at her. Can't you see her? See her for who she really is? Trotting up and down the streets of Ponyville, whoring herself for all to see? She sucks off every stallions cock she sees in her mind. Every mare she speaks with is another night of hot, torrid passion when you're not looking. It's not right. You deserve better than the lowly trash on the street."

She nods to herself then looks back to you with a wide smile.

"Call it tough love, Anon. This is for your own good. No other pony in town could be a better mother than me. No other pony in town is as caring or kind as me. It's a match made in heaven, Anon. Stallions would kill for a mare like me. You should feel lucky. You should feel blessed. But it's fine. I'll forgive everything. Every last punch. Every last kick. Every last mean and hateful word. If you just give yourself to me. Fully. Truely. And we can go on, happily. Everything will be wonderful. Finally, we can both be happy. Don't you want that, Anon?"

You pause, then take a step forward.

"Yes," you mutter.

Red screams against the gag, and kicks against her restraints. Fluttershy smiles widely. A horror lies behind her eyes that twists and turns wildly against the contstraints of her mind. A chill runs down your spine as her eyes undress you. Violate you. Consume you.

"Oh, Anon. I knew you would see reason," she exclaims, leaping off the bed, her wings unfurling naturally. "Now we can finally be happy. Just like we always planned. Just like we've always-"

This is it.

You step back and your hand reaches down the back of your pants. You pull the gun. You aim at Fluttershy and pull the trigger.

Your arm jerks from the recoil. A loud bang splits through the room, your ears ring out loudly, mixed with screams. A stream of red flies through the room as you turn on the spot. The bear lunges for you, teeth exposed. You pull the gun towards the bear whose teeth reach for your arm. You push the gun into his mouth. You feel his warm, moist breath.

You pull the trigger again. Your arm tugs backward. The screeching grows louder, splitting your eardrums. The bear falls, a splotch of blood circling a hole in the wall fills your vision.

Then, the room is still. Fluttershy lies still on the ground. The bear doesn't move. Your eyes move to Red, who lies on the bed her mouth moving, but no sound coming out.

You step on Fluttershy's hoof and take the knife from her. You cut through the rope holding her, and she pulls her arms away and wraps herself around you. Her body trembles at your touch as your hearing slowly returns. Sobs fill the room as Redheart tightly grabs your frame.

It's done. It's over.

The nightmare is over.

Author's Notes:

"I'm dying."
- "Is it blissful?"
"It's like a dream."
- "I want to dream."

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