Horror 4

“Fuck that,” you say reflexively.

The piece of meat in front of you wafts it’s delicate aroma towards you. You can almost taste it. The first piece of meat you’ve had in Equestria, now teasingly dangled in front of you.

“Oh. Come on, Anon. It’s just words. All you have to say is that you love me, and all of this yummy, yummy food is yours.”

Your grit your teeth and attempt to fight your restraints. There’s no way you can give this mare a single inch. If your experiences with her have been any indication, she’ll take a mile. And that’s not an allusion to your dick.

“Forced feeding isn’t my fetish, Fluttershy,” you growl.

Fluttershy snickers and shakes her head.

“You still think this is about fetish guesses?” she says. “That’s so adorable. Have I ever told you you’re adorable, Anon?”

You viciously buck against the chair you’re restrained to, trying to break away.

“Starvation isn’t my fetish! Dehydration isn’t my fetish! Being a hostage isn’t my fetish. Being a victim isn’t my fetish! FUCK OFF! LET ME GO!”

Your blood rushes through your veins. The room feels as if it spins around you. Your breathing becomes quick and shallow.

“All nice guesses you can cross off your list, Anon. But I think you misunderstand me. This isn’t about trying to guess what fetish I’m trying to test on you. You’re mine now.”

You sit still, staring at the yellow pony in front of you. She smiles down at you. A confidence wells within her that you haven’t seen before. There’s a tenderness and strength in every interaction she has with you, like she knows she could kill you with a single movement. Yet, she doesn’t. She offers you a piece of steak, still steaming with heat, covered in a succulent brown gravy.

“No,” you say. “This isn’t how this is supposed to go. You wouldn’t do this.”

Fluttershy smiles and shakes her head.

“Anon, I’m Ponyville’s resident animal expert. It’s my job to care for all of this town’s animals that are in need of my help, as well as to discipline those who are out of their owners hands.”

You glare at her as she pauses. A drip of gravy drips down onto your pants. Fluttershy puts the piece of meat down onto a plate.

“I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that you aren’t a pony. Which means you fall under my jurisdiction of animal discipline. On top of that, you have no owner here in Ponyville. Which then means, you’re just a lost little animal, without a home to go back to.”

“What the fuck do you call my house?” you spit at her. “I make payments. I have a fucking job. I can talk like a real person.”

“It doesn’t matter if you own your own home or if it’s a box in an alley. You’re a lost animal in need of my help. So, the only way we can make progress is if you learn to love me.”

She smiles devilishly as she picks up the fork once more.

“You need me, Anon. You need me to be nice to you. Do you love me, Anon?”

This means…

This means, she’s never going to let you go. She’s not going to stop until she breaks you into tiny pieces. You could just give up now. You could just give in and let her have what she wants. But there’s got to be a way out of this. It might not be peaceful, but there’s going to have to be a way to sort this shit out. And if that’s the case, there’s no way you’re going to give into her demands. Fluttershy’s gone too far this time.

“The only thing I love about you is that you’re going to die some day,” you say. “And I might get to see it.”

Fluttershy sighs in disappointment and puts the fork down.

“Well then, if you’re going to want to do this the hard way, then so be it. Harry!”

The bear returns, sitting down beside you.

“Please return Anon to the basement, and be sure he gets a good view of the corner.”

You glare at the pegasus, your gaze refusing to break contact with her. Even as the bear picks your chair back up and moves you downstairs, it isn’t until she’s out of sight that you feel yourself slump forward in resignation.

This is going to be hard. Much harder than you would have anticipated. Fluttershy isn’t going to just give up. A part of you still believes that if you can just guess the fetish she’s trying to put you in a scenario for, all of this will end. Fluttershy couldn’t just kidnap someone and make them her slave. Slavery isn’t legal. Even Fluttershy should know that.

Except, now this allows you have a good view of the room that your back was to before. You glance around, trying to find any sort of item that could help you in your cause for escape. However, to your chagrin, it’s only more of the same boxes and furniture.

The first step is going to have to be finding a way out of this chair.

Harry places you in a vacated corner of the basement, Your knees collide with the walls as he sets you down. The only view you can see is the corner. You try to turn your head, but you only get a view of the walls on either side of you. This method of ‘time out’ leaves you feeling as if you’re stuck in a small closet.

Then an idea pops in your head.

“CLAUSTOPHOBIA ISN’T MY FETISH!” you scream out.

Then, silence.

Harry the Bear’s nails clatter against the stone floor of Fluttershy’s basement. You can hear the stairs creak under his weight as he ascends. Then, the light turns out. And the door closes, leaving you in darkness.

“BEING IN THE DARK ISN’T MY FETISH!” you should upstairs.

You pause, letting the silence hold you like an old, forgotten friend. You feel the helplessness rising inside. You feel yourself shake.

You close your eyes, trying not to tear up.

You can get out of this. You have to.