You feel a hoof caress your cheek as she lifts herself off you.

“It’s a shame I didn’t have the chance to finish… but that’s fine. We have a long time ahead for us. We’ll be able to build your stamina. You did very well for your first time,” she says.

You stare at the bear sitting beside the path down at you.

“Clean yourself up,” she says in disgust.

Your hands shake as you bring your clothes back up to your waist. You use your underwear to wipe the fluids off your dick and button your pants before curling into a ball on the ground. You feel Fluttershy’s hoof caressing your side. Her touch feels as if it burns you deeper than the match’s brand on the back of your neck.

“Why are you so sad, my love?” she asks gently. “There’s no reason to be sad! You’re going to be loved now. I’m going to care for you. You won’t have to worry about anything anymore. I’m going to cook marvelous things for you. We’ll make sweet, sweet love all night long. It’s everything an animal like you could possibly ever want.”

Silence hangs in the air as her caressing stops.

“And you are going to learn to love it.”

You shudder, the cold air digging into your skin. You feel empty. A shallow husk of your former self.

“And one day, I won’t even have to use the stare. You’ll simply say that you love me. That you want me. That you want to make love to me. That you want to be with me forever, and all will be right with the world. Your training will be done. You won’t be some pet or animal anymore. You’ll be my lover. This is what you’ve always wanted Anon. And this is what you owe me.”

You feel a part of yourself shatter on the inside as you shiver. Tears flow unrestrained down your face.

“Do you have anything to say to that, Anon?”

You feel her eyes press down upon you.

“Say something,” she commands.

“Stockholm Syndrome isn’t my fetish.”

A silence hangs in the air.

“W-what?” she asks.

Your eyes open wide.

“Stockholm Syndrome isn’t my Fetish. Stockholm Syndrome isn’t my Fetish,” you begin to laugh. “Stockholm Syndrome isn’t my Fetish.”

Fluttershy takes three steps back.

“Shit,” she mutters.

“IT FUCKING WAS. THIS WAS ALL A FUCKING FETISH GUESS ALL ALONG,” you scream. You feel your facilities begin to come back under your control. You move your arms and legs. You rise to your feet. “FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING HORSE.”

“H-harry, go home,” Fluttershy stutters.

“YOU made me fucking burn my house down. YOU fucking RAPED me. YOU KIDNAPPED ME!”

Your hand balls into a fist as you swing at the pony who leaps to the side.

“What the fuck is WRONG with you?! I’m going to fucking END you! This went WAY too fucking far this time.”

“E-eep!” Fluttershy screams, before lifting off into the air and flying away.

“YEAH, YOU FUCKING BETTER FLY AWAY YOU HORSE ASS HORSE. BECAUSE WHEN I FIND YOU, I’M GOING TO BITE OUT YOUR FUCKING THROAT. THEN MAKE YOU EAT YOUR FUCKING BUNNY ALIVE. THEN PULL THE BUNNY OUT OF THE HOLE IN YOUR THROAT AND EAT HIM AGAIN. I’LL MAKE A FUCKING RUBE GOLDBERG MACHINE SO THAT YOU WILL PERPETUALLY EAT AND SHIT OUT YOUR OWN FUCKING ANIMALS.”

And so the story goes. Fluttershy didn’t leave her house much after that. Anon tried to burn down Fluttershy’s house, but got stopped by the police. Who would have thought that trying to attack a pony with so many animals as pets also had a pretty good personal protection system. You got lifetime in prison without parole, and ended up meeting a pretty sweet dude name Jose there that bums you cigarettes. Honestly, all of that isn’t so bad in the long run, because at the very least you don’t have to deal with…

Fucking Fluttershy.