The Unfortunate Eventby Radiated DarthChaptersThe DecisionThe VictimThe BullyThe Decision“Thank you miss” you say to the clerk as you turn around to leave the store. You didn’t get much, a few fruits and vegetables you were going to make into… something. Things weren’t to different here is this world of ponies, there just wasn’t very much meat products… and severe lack of humans, the only one being yourself, of course. Not that you’re complaining, everypony here is rather polite to you, even though you’re so out of the ordinary. A two legged creature with no hooves, only feet and hands, with those weird appendages on them… those appendages being your fingers and toes. Though it’s not all bad, a little less than a year of you being around made most the general population of Ponyville aware of the strange being walking amongst them, so the majority stopped staring. It’s not even the staring that bugged you, the faces they made, of confusion and trying to wrap their head around just what the hell you were exactly. Well Twilight still does that to you, as well as constant research and studies of your body, even the more private parts of your body. In fact it was her magic that brought you here in this realm, ‘Testing’ communications with outer realms and planets. That’s when ‘Testing’ turned into black hole based portal in your bedroom that sucked you in. You’re thankful that you were wearing normal clothes and not your PJ pants when you slammed down in the middle of her library. At least she’s paying you for these experiments and observations of your body, you just wish they were less… in depth. Persisting you to get naked while she studies you, you can understand why in a sense, but lately she’s been oddly flirtatious with you, and suggesting things that are no longer applicable to science or the human structure… Shaking the thought, you continue walking back. double checking you got everything in your baggy, you only have so much energy to cook, you definitely don’t wanna turn around just because you forgot the potatoes or something. Kinda hard to see the contents of the bag though, having to hold it closer to your face, it looks extremely foggy out, but it had just rained recently so it kinda makes sense. Suddenly you hear laughing, not playful laughing either, somewhat maniacal, shortly after followed by a cry out in pain. Immediately you look around you, squinting your eyes to get a bit better perception, until you make out a several figures not to far away in the direction of the park, they’re small enough to be foals, this can’t be good. “Hey!” You scream out, pacing yourself to them, trying to sound intimidating as to get them to stop their charades, and hoping what you think was happening wasn’t happening. Though it appears so, 3 of them gasp and murmur something to themselves and flee, and a lone figure sits alone, curled up, visibly shaking as you draw closer, you’re practically running now. They were bullying somepony else. You can still see the suspects trotting away, though obviously running they’re not very rush about getting away from the likes of you, you might be able to catch up to them. You take notice to the injured filly, though it’s not life threatening, she is scraped and bruised, it’s more the whimpering and shaking that makes you want to help calm her down. Well, time to make a decision. You console the hurt filly. You chase after the suspects. Or… [Coming Soon] Author's Note The 3rd option may take a while to work on. I just wrote the 2 others in a row and they had me beat, and no not beating my meat . I was exhausted, and may not work on this for a while, so I'm putting this story on Hiatus in the mean time. The VictimYou collect yourself, letting your anger subside, and console the hurt filly, and watching the culprits run away. You place your baggy down beside the crying filly and reach out to her, she cowers at your touch, but stops pulling away once realizing the touch is aimed to be gentle and soothing. You stroke her orange coat, running through it with your fingers, both to soothe her and to check for any cuts or bumps. Though there are a few, it’s nothing the body can’t handle on its own to heal over time. It’s more the mental health you’re concerned with this little one. “It’s alright honey, they’re gone now,” you whisper in a soft, but audible tone. Though she is aware you’re no threat, she still cries and shakes, as to be expected, she’s probably in a lot of pain. You pick her and the baggy up, cradling her in your arms, one propping up her head and the other on her rump with the bag handle, she doesn’t put up much of a fight or show rebuff to this action. “It’s okay, we’re going back to my place so we can sort this all out,” you explain to her, still speaking as calmly as you can, trying to avoid how fast your heart is beating. Dismissing the event that just happened, you continue home. You arrive back to your place, nothing extravagant like a kingdom, it’s the ordinary structure of that of a ponyville house. You lay her down on your sofa, and proceed to the kitchen to place your bag down, and quickly unload its contents onto the table. Once all the produce and goods are laid out, you go check up on the filly you had just rescued. She’s not crying much anymore, but some occasional sniffles, it’s obvious she’s still very distressed. You recline yourself beside her, she wasn’t very aware of your presence as she lets out a small gasp, flicking her head towards you for but a second, but quickly regains her posture. “I can’t start to tell you how sorry I am to have that happen to you,” you begin, “I know how emotionally and physically hurt you are right now. But the worst is over, I assure you.” You say as you reach out to pet her mane. She doesn’t respond, you suppose she’s heard that whole shtick before, that whole, ‘It’ll get better’ nonsense that you yourself hated hearing. You slowly lower your hand back to your side, you should’ve guessed that this has happened before to the young filly. Harassment and bullying isn’t just a one time thing, it’s continuous, and it only gets worse the further it progresses. “I can somewhat relate though,” you begin with a sigh, “I was picked on a lot in my high school. Never beaten up or even fought, but certainly still not shown respect or kindness. People sticking notes or tape to my back, throwing shit at me, usual mockery or insults. Even after I left highschool and went to college I still got a lot of that. Once I got out of there though it was okay enough,” you say trying to sound reassuring, quickly realising though that you basically said, “This bullying stuff isn’t gonna stop until you’re done with school.” She doesn’t react to your statement though, she looks zoned out. Got that whole 1000 yard stare going on, just looking straight at the wall in front of her, maybe deep in thought? You’re not exactly sure what to do, you never really had to deal with helping out a bullied victim before, you mostly kept your head low, especially ever since you got to Ponyville, but there was something about this incident that just pissed you off, and made you intervene. With nothing else think to say, you wear a smile to try to cover up the not so reassuring story you just told her. “C’mon, wanna join me for dinner? I’m making vegetable soup.” This somewhat catches her attention, well not her directly, but certainly her stomach’s. After mentioning food to the little filly, her tummy spits out a huge grumble, a moan for food almost. You laugh a bit, “I guess that’s a yes then. You sit in here and just do whatever, try not to break anything.” you reply, petting her surprisingly soft purple mane. It somehow fixates her frown to a quick small smile, and then to a blank face.You let a content smile overcome you, knowing you're gaining a little progress with this filly. You stand up and proceed to the kitchen, and begin to cut up the various vegetable you bought earlier. You weren’t a cook before you got here in ponyville and you still aren’t one now. But it’s not that hard to cut vegetables and brew them in tomato juice, now is it?... Is it? You don’t even know how long it needs to cook… Turns out your meal wasn’t that much of a disaster, looking at it it certainly looks edible, even tastes acceptable too. Look at you, saving fillies and making halfway decent soup, what a… pathetic person you are celebrating over soup. You were about to call out the fillys name to get her to come eat, but quickly realize you don’t even know her name. You pop your head around the corner from the kitchen to the living room to check on the little pony, her eye’s half lit, struggling to keep her heavy eyelids up. It’s clear that she’s tired, but she needs to at least get something in that gut of hers before she sleeps. You haven’t even called her parents yet, they must be worried sick about her. Best to eat quick and send her about her way. You knock on the wall to get her attention, immediately she springs to life and looks straight at you, which surprisingly catches you off guard, she hasn’t made much eye contact at all up until this point. She’s no longer pouty looking or crying, not even a bit red eyed for that matter. Her eyes… What pretty purple eyes… You shake the thought away, “S-soups on.” She hops off the couch and follow you towards the kitchen. You quickly snatch two bowls and fill them up, placing one in front and opposite of you for the little one. She doesn’t hesitate to start digging in, and you haven’t even gotten the two of you spoons yet… You skip getting her one and just let her eat how she is now, you pull up the chair and dig in as well, less barbaric than the pony sitting opposite from you. After a little while you try to pull some information out of her. “If you’re eating my food I at least need to know your name,” you say in a joking manner. The filly’s eating frenzy comes to a halt as she pulls her head from the bowl, splotches of tomato sauce in her hair and on her face, “S-scootaloo..” “Okay Scootaloo,” you tell her your name as well. “Where do you live? I imagine your parents are worried sick about you at this hour.” you ask looking at the clock, it reads 10:03. She falters a bit before beginning her sentence, “I don’t have any.” “Sorry, sorry,” you begin, how are you to know the whereabouts of this kid’s parents. You feel your throat choke up as you ask your next question, “Guardians?” you ask warily. She shakes her head, “Alone…” is all that she says. You feel your heart sink, immediately you feel great pity for Scootaloo, being all alone with no providers, AND being bullied. Which is the next topic you’re dreading, “I want to help you Scootaloo, do you know the name of the foals that were bullying you earlier?” She lets out a shaky exhale, “I-it was these 3 fillies who go to school with m-me. Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon, a-and somepony else I didn’t re-recognize…” she says, looking like she’s about to cry again. You decide to not progress any further with the questions, for now. “Well Scootaloo, we best get you cleaned up, huh?” you announce, scratching the back of your head and trying your best to wear a smile. She nods, still looking dreaded. The both of you stand up, you begin to put the bowls away in the sink, and then lead the youngster the bathroom. You start up the tub for, letting the cold water run and plugging the drain as the warm water starts, you then turn to Scootaloo, staring at you, “You uh… got it from here?” She shakes her head, “I need help…” “You mean getting in?” She nods. You kneel down to her level, she’s still gazing at you with those eyes, you don’t know what it is about that stare of hers, it’s as if they’re piercing at you. You move your hands to pick her up, putting your hands between her legs and chest, where the armpits would be on a person… do horses even have armpits you begin to wonder. “Uhh… Mister?” “Wha?... Oh, sorry. I was thinking about something.” “It’s not that, it’s just… what are you?” She’s blunt and straightforward this pony, you assume she means what species you are, seeing how you certainly don’t look like a horse, “Well Scootaloo I’m a human, I’m not originally from here, I’m from a planet called earth. I-it’s a long story, maybe I can tell it to you some day. Is that why you’ve been staring at me ever since you got here?” “Y-yeah… at first I thought I was just dreaming when you picked me up, like I passed out from the pain… So I just ignored it, but now I realize what’s happening is all too real to be a dream, except for you, and I can’t stop looking at you.” she answered, while still observing you. You’re just thankful she’s less concealed as she was earlier, now she was speaking full sentences, and making… a bit too much eye contact. “I’ve been around Ponyville a lot, have you only just now seen me?” “I don’t linger around much in public, I’m either at school, my house, or the club house with my friends.” “So you DO have a house, where is it?” “Well… it’s not so much a house,” she replied, looking down at the floor and tapping her hooves together, “more a… shack. Can you uh, put me down… please?” Stupid… you completely forgot you were still holding her, “Ye-Yea, sorry.” you reply as you place her into the now full bath. She shrieks a little when her legs hit the surface, “Sorry! Too hot?” “No it feels… nice.” she sighs. You get a giggle out of this and place her the rest of the way in, laying down her head still bobs out of the water. She’s got a really goofy look on her face, but at least she’s happy. “How long has it been since you had a bath?” You ask her, reaching for the shampoo. “I bathe regularly, but just not with water as warm as this, mostly cold water in a pan and a rag.” she replies, not even letting what she said phase her. “You must have it really rough, huh?” you ask, squirting shampoo into your palm. “It doesn’t bother me now. Well not as mu-uuuuch,” she exhaled, surprised by your touch in shampooing her mess of mane. “Heheh, you’re too cute,” you giggle. “I’ve never washed anyone with tomato sauce in their hair.” “Y-yea, sorry. I was starving, only thing I had to eat was a muffin that Mrs. Cake gave me,” she explained, “Really it’s not as bad as I’m making it sound. I get by fine.” “You get by, but not fine. You should never settle, always strive to have better, otherwise your life doesn’t have much a purpose. Though you’re young, you don’t have much you can do, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try though, uh try standing up a bit, I need to clean your coat” you say with a smile, scrubbing away at her head, now covered in suds. “You’re right,” she replied, repositioning herself, “Just because I have what I need doesn’t mean I shouldn’t try for more… Cause I could certainly use a bath like thisssss.” she moans, leaning into your scrubbing. “Alright,” you mope, “My arms are getting tired, and I’d say this bath is just about done.” you say, flinging the suds off your arms. “I’ll leave you to dry off.” you add as you walk out of the bathroom. You lean back against the bathroom door, thinking of what it was exactly that was needed done before going to bed, besides dealing with the kid. At least she’s opened up. Sad though that the kid ain’t got nowhere to live other than a shack, well that’s not necessarily true, she could stay here… Why did you just think that? Well… why not? It wouldn’t be so bad to have some company, besides she seems really nice and interested in you, even reminds you of yourself when you were younger. The dishes! That’s what you’re forgetting, you make your way to the kitchen, twist the nozzle on the faucet and begin washing the few dishes in the sink. Thankfully living alone doesn’t require you to clean many dishes, though that may not be the case any longer. If Scootaloo takes you up on the offer of course. Everything rinsed off and put back up, you make your way back down the hallways to the bathroom, the doors been opened and Scootaloo’s no longer drying off. She must be checking out the house or something. You look around, from the living room, the work space, the laundry room, nowhere to be found. That is until you reach your bedroom, she’s curled up the bed, fast asleep, damn she must’ve been more exhausted than you. You’re tempted to wake her and tell her there’s a 2nd bedroom, but looking at her sleep is making you realize how exhausted you are… whatever she can sleep in your bed with you, besides she’s on her side, and there’s more than enough room for you to lay down in. You take off your accessories and clothing, and slip into some PJ pants and a loose shirt, thank god Rarity made you some backup clothes while you were here, didn’t take long to get the concept of human clothing for her. She’s got the smarts, and the looks... Being here so long really fucks with your preferences, you’re already forgetting what a real human girl looks like, and are getting somewhat used to the thought of fucking a horse, cause let’s face it, A man can only go so long without ‘release’, and when he forgets what girls look like, he thinks of mares. Not to say you’ve made a move on anypony yet, Twilight’s always gonna be there though in case you ever need ‘release’, last ditch effort you suppo… WHY ARE YOU THINKING THIS RIGHT NOW?! You approach the bed and gently pull the covers up, sliding into place, and trying not to make too much noise that can wake the sleeping filly up. Once in place you instantly feel your eyelids become heavier, that was quick, but you’re not arguing. You just want that sweet feeling of… rest… … Is someone breathing on my face? You lift your aching eyes just a bit to notice Scootaloo observing you again. Though the lights are out, the moonlight pouring in from the window has reflection on her eyes. They look even more beautiful than they did earlier, just then her eyes shoot open, looks like she noticed you staring back. Immediately she jumps back into the spot she was in earlier with a shriek. “Sorry sorry sorry! I jus… I can’t think of what I want to say exactly!” she says, panicking. You reach your palm out towards her small hoof, “You don’t have to fret, it’s just a little weird is all. I understand though, I am pretty out of this realm to ponies, so don’t apologize.” This only makes her freak out more. “Just.. stop making me feel this way!”she protests. Now you’re really caught off guard, ‘making me feel this way,’? “What do you mean?” you question. “You… you being nice and comforting and just… it feels weird you doing those things. The way you pet me earlier and the way you talk to me, it’s all so gentle and nice.” “Honey there’s nothing wrong with being nice to one another, and what do you mean makes you feel funny?” you ask, getting more confused by the second. “It… makes me feel warm but embarrassed, and just… tingly?” she replies, sounding more like asking on that last word, ‘tingly’. “... What were you doing when you were staring at me earlier?” She really looks panicked now, you think you can even hear her little heart beating madly, her face blood red with embarrassment, “I… I was..” You feel you’re no longer in control of your own body, as you shift closer to her. almost touching her. She’s unsure how to react, staring at you so intently though, those eyes again, so hypnotic… So… You hear a muffle, only to realize you have pressed your lips against hers. You were about to pull away until she pushed into your kiss, accepting it. This is really bad, you have to stop this now, she’s just filly. You try to pull away, but she only pushes closer to you, you fall backwards onto the bed. Thinking you’ve escaped, until her hops onto you, almost pinning you down, and she presses against your lips again. This is so wrong, but why does it feel so good? Her soft lips against yours, unknowing how to properly kiss but desperately trying to, to feel something, to feel attention, to feel loved. You give up, you can’t escape the passion and love Scootaloo’s trying so desperately to give you, you stop your struggle, and try and match her rhythm in her kissing, pressing into her. It becomes to much for her though, her legs give out and she plops right down onto your chest and part of your lower torso, she lets out a surprised gasp, all you can do is giggle. “Sorry, I ju-” she begins, you stop her, rubbing your hand along the side of her face, and placing your thumb gently on her chin, you lean in to kiss again and she follows not so shortly behind. You lips dance once more, it’s not enough though, you want more. You part your mouth a bit and press your tongue against her lips, unknowing what to do she just opens her mouth, letting your tongue sliver in, exploring her mouth, tasting her sweet saliva. She doesn’t know how to react, all she can do is let out stifled moans feeling your tongue against hers. She pulls away breathless, staring at you with such need, such want, you can tell she wants more. “Not how I expected my night going, but I’m certainly not complaining.” you say, rubbing her back. She avoids eye contact as she wriggles around on you, her entire face red with embarrassment. “Something wrong?” “M-my… my vagina itches.” she answers, hesitantly. You let a grin overcome your face, “Want me to take a look?” she makes eye contact for but a second and quickly looks away again, and gives a slow nod. You scoop her warm limp body off of yourself and lay her down beside you. Getting on all fours you practically tower over her, face to face with the filly who just tonight you knew nothing of, now she’ll all your care about. You steal a quick kiss from her, before she can even react to it, you’ve begun kissing your way down her body. Her little neck, her warm chest, her soft belly, and now face to face with her marehood, you give one long bold kiss, forcing a yelp of surprise out of your precious little meal. Seeing how you were about to eat her out. You continue to tease her, never licking directly on her cunny, but gently kissing and licking the area around it. The way it makes her whine and her hips buck are simply adorable, what’s wrong with playing with your food a bit? Deciding she and her tight snatch have had enough teasing, you apologize by pressing your tongue into her folds, with long and hard laps. Unrelenting, giving her and her body what it’s desired ever since she stared at you earlier with such intent. Thick throaty cries erupt from the filly, she’s probably never even masturbated before, but now she was being kissed all over and having your tongue draped across her marehood, licking and probing her now soaked snatch. Your burning hunger to just drop the whole nice guy act and fucking her wild is running thin, but you maintain your pent up sexual frustration… for now. Eventually, eventually you’ll both experience your release. The thought of fucking her is getting your more worked up, you spread her slit open with your thumbs, and bury your tongue as deep as it can bury itself, pouring moan after moan from the spoiled filly. Not the only thing she’s pouring out, her nectar overflowing, the sweetest thing you’ve ever tasted, and the way her moans are get higher pitched, the more juice she gushes, you can tell that she’s almost reached her limit. You decide to give her a hell of an experience though, you retreat your tongue from her pussy, and wrap your lips around her swollen clit, looping and drawing your tongue around it, while using two of your digits to finger the filly as deeply as possible. Even the way she drags her breath and inhales sounds so erotic, that isn’t even compared to the jaw dropping shouting moan she delivers at her peak of orgasm. Coating your entire face with her juices, lapping the rest off her vagina, and licking your fingers clean of the creamy fluids. She’s now collapsed on the bed, her eyes half lit, still panting with her tongue drooping out of her mouth. Such a goofy look on her face, similar to the one she had earlier in the tub, only this one more lewd. “I hope you aren’t done,” you whisper to her, immediately her head shoots up off the pillow, almost as if you weren’t even there, that the sexual things done to her was something else. “There’s still more?” You nod, “And if you think that felt good, you’re gonna love this.” You scoop your little ball of pleasure up and lay her down on her belly, her hooves folded inwards, “Stand with your hind legs, cutie.” She complies and tries her hardest to stand on her back hooves, visibly shaking, looks like that orgasm is still trying to subside in her. But now you have an amazing view of her flank, it’s looks so tempting you’re willing to eat her out again, but the raging cock in your pants says otherwise. You quickly, but calmly take off your PJs, and toss them aside along with your shirt, boxers, and socks. You’re not the most fit guy in the world, with no visible abs or broad pecs, but at least you don’t have a ‘belly’ on you, and your arms aren’t all flabby and fat. Your cock about six and a half, modest if you say so yourself. “Alright Scootaloo, do you know what’s gonna happen next?” She gives a slight nod, “Y-you’re gonna out your thingy into mine... “ “Uh huh, now it may be a painful at first, but after the pain you’ll really enjoy it.” “How much pain?” she asked, with a quiver in her voice. You sigh, kinda regretting rushing into things,“I’m not gonna lie Scootaloo, it can be very painful for some wome- mares, and some don’t even feel it at all… Are you still up for this?” She paused for what felt like hours to you, probably to afraid to speak, “We’ll just do it some other time, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have fo-” “I’ll do it.” she said boldly, turning her head around looking at you, “I… want to feel loved.” You’re a little surprised by her forwardness, but you smile warmly, “You won’t feel alone anymore. I promise.” With that you position yourself at her entrance, you tip pressing up against her opening, she’s blistering hot, and so tight as you press inside of her. She lets out occasional grunts and pants, until you get about halfway in her and feel some resistance. “This is where it’ll get a bit painful, just let me know when you want me to push.” She’s hesitant, taking audible deep breaths, you know this must be a scary experience for her. “D-do it.” she mumbles, with that you pull out a bit, and slam home, past her hymen and deeper inside her, pushing a high pitched squeak from the pony. Such an amazing sensation, how soft, how tight, and how hot she is inside. You’re in utter bliss, she’s an entire different story though, grunting, dragging breaths, you think you even hear… sobbing. It’s as to be expected, but it doesn’t make it any easier to hear. “Okay, we’re past the bad part now, forever. Soon the pain will subside, when it does let me know and I’ll start moving.” “okay…” she whispers. You wish you could do something, anything to make her feel better, but moving may cause more stinging or pain, you try your best to massage her to help her calm down, A+ for effort, right?... After a while though she does begin to calm down, and even wiggles around a bit. “G-go ahead.” You draw out of her a bit, feeling her clamp around you as she shudders is simply magnificent. You push back in, those tight walls hugging you as they welcome you back inside. You pump into her a while, listening to her cute moans as she gnaws on the pillow. Your tempted to speed up, you’re going so painfully slow, it’s taking every shred of concentration and will to not just plow into her and make her your own personal fuck toy, she may even want that, but let's not take risks. You decide to change up your game though, if you can’t go fast then you go deep, you pull back again and push all you have into her, drawing an erratic breath from the filly. You continue pumping into her, deep and slow, although you’re not completely in, you continue to push as hard as you can into her. Never sporadically, nice, smooth, deep pumps into her tight snatch, with your head kissing at her cervix with every push. You pick up the pace though, speeding up but taking a few inches out of the equation, don’t want to ruin her, at least not just yet. Thrusting into her this quick really brought out her voice, occasionally she let out deep long breaths or quiet moans, now she’s almost singing out in passion. She almost deflates on the bed, having you to quickly release her tail and snatch her other ass cheek into your hand. This surprises her and she let’s out a quick squeal, and a tight hug around your cock. She’s put all her weight into your hands now, she’s surprisingly light, you didn’t notice when you put her in the tub earlier, but you can easily hold her with 1 arm. You let an evil grin overcome you as you pick up your pleasure toy, 1 hand holding her chest, the other still gripping at her flank, getting an even better angle and pump even harder and faster into her. She can’t pretend she doesn’t love this, whimpering and moaning every thrust in and out of her mess of a pussy. Sadly all good things must come to an end. You feel that pitch building up in you, warning you that you’re about to cum. Without a second thought you plow harder and harder into your little pony, punishing her cunny for being too good. “S-something ha-happening again!” she cries out, you continue to plow into her, sweat beading from your eyebrow, and hips relentlessly pounding away at her once virgin snatch. She clamps down around your cock, spurting wave after wave of love juice, her mouth hung open with her tongue out, eyes rolled to the back of her head. You’ve reached your limit too and you slam home one final time, moaning out in pure ecstasy as you shoot rope after rope into the young filly. You pull out of her, cum spurting out of her fuck hole. You lay her back down on the bed, still panting like a wild animal, and collapse on your side. Just as you’re about to drift off to sleep the phone begins to ring, fuck it, just let it ring. Why ever leave a spot as cozy as this? You pull Scootaloo closer to you and hug her tightly against you as she does the same. “Scootaloo, this may be a weird time to ask… But do you wanna live here with me? I know it’s not amazing, bu-” “I’d love to” she whispers, nuzzling closer into you. You hug her tightly again, kissing her gently on the forehead, and drift off to sleep… Ending: A New Beginning. The Bully“Stay here, alright?” you reply to the injured filly. You drop your bag and sprint at the assholes who did such a thing to somepony else. You’re gaining tail on them pretty fast, your legs are certainly a lot longer than theirs. “Get away from us you monster!” one of them screams. You actually chuckle at that exclamation as you near them, they’re not monsters for doing what they did, but you are because you look different. You finally catch up to them, and try grabbing one by the tail, you manage to but she bucks you right in the eye and knocks you down, luckily for you you still have a grip on her. Sadly the other 2 got away. “Ahh!!! Lemme go lemme go! I’m not ready to die!” the little gray filly cries out. You stand up, hoisting her up into the air so she’s looking at you face to face, “What’s you’re name.” The little pony is frozen in fear, her pupils contracted, lips quivering, you can even feel her shake through the vibrations in her tail. You’re acting no better than her, threatening someone who can’t defend themselves. You sigh, and ask again more gentler, “I’m not gonna hurt you, so tell me your name.” “S-s-s-Silver Spoon.” she stammers. Always with these weird ass names with these ponies, why not name your child Samantha or something normal? “You wanna tell me why you and your friends where beating up on that little girl back there?” you demand as you point to where the beaten fil-... Where did she go? She must’ve ran off… along with your bag. You slap your palm to your face, this is what happens when you intervene. “That was my last bit of bits, and now they’re gone! And I’m stuck with this brat!” You can still feel her shake through her tail, only more harsher. You place her on the ground, she was tempted to escape for a moment, but you quickly turn your gaze on her, warning her it’d be worse to run. So she just awkwardly stands there, still unsure of what to do as you mumble and grimace to yourself. “Show me where you live.” “W-why?” she stutters. “I’m going to tell your parents about what you did is what. You think you can just do that and get away? Maybe sometimes, but not this time.” She cowers at your words, looking embarrassed and scared. “Why’d you do it kid?” you ask, genuinely curious. She doesn’t respond, looks like she doesn’t even know the answer herself. “What was that other fillies names?” She looks hesitant to answer, she knows but she won’t spill it. Now you’re getting impatient. “You wanna get triple the punishment for beating the shit out of an innocent filly and save your friends asses?! Fine by me!” This certainly scares her into talking though,“Tiara, and I don’t know the other one, I honestly don’t know! Him and Tiara knew each other well, but I had never met him until tonight, I swear!” she answered, worried and teary eyed. “That’s better, now then let’s get you home. Your parents are gonna love to hear about this.” The two of you start walking back, still keeping a close eye on her incase she runs for it, she may be ashamed, but that doesn’t excuse what she just did. “Who was the kid?” You ask, following her. “Wha?...” she says looking up at you, still trotting. “The kid you were picking on, what was her name?” “Oh… it was Scootaloo. A filly that Tiara targeted along with 2 of her other friends back in our school.” “You need to stop doing that.” you snap at her, “It fucks up your way of thinking. Making you believe that some ponies are made better than others, or that some have less rights than another. What makes you better than her?” “Well we have more money, she lives in a shack, and we can a-.” “It doesn’t matter about who has more money! You aren’t even rich, your fucking PARENTS are. Without them you’re better off than her! If not worse, imagine everything stripped from you one day, including the way people perceive you. She’s fine, she’s probably adapted to it, you wouldn’t know how to even feed yourself or bathe if your parents didn’t give you everything on a fucking platter.” You’re getting more pissed off every minute you spend with this filly. She steps a few feet away from you after you finish telling her off, sniffling and staring at the ground,“... Sorry about your eye.” “You didn’t apologize what you did to Scootaloo, so don’t bother apologizing to me. Are we almost at your house?” you ask. You didn’t even realize you walked into the upper middle and rich class section of Ponyville, damn these houses are huge! Almost four times the size of your little house. She sighs, knowing she can’t escape what's about to meet her,” Yeah… the second on the left, the one with the porch light still on.” As you near the house immediately two ponies emerge from it, what you assume to be her parents. “Oh thank Celestia you're okay honey, where have you been this late?!” her mother demanded. “And who is this… pony?” the father asks. “I saw your daughter and two of her friends…” you gaze a Silver Spoon, staring at the ground tears pouring down her dreaded little face. “I… I saw them lost out in the everfree forest and I led them home, sorry I couldn’t get to you all sooner, I took the other two home earlier.” The filly fixates her eyes at you, sniffling and confused. “Silver Spoon! What have we told you about playing in the woods?” her mother exclaims. “We’ll talk about this later.” her father says, staring at her sternly, then turns to you, “Thank you stranger for bringing her back safely. Might you give us your phone number as to contact you later for a reward?” “That’s not necessary, I’m fine.” you say, scratching your head with an embarrassed smile. “Nonsense,” he replies, readying a pen in his mouth and a paper he mysteriously had, “Go ahead.” You sigh and tell him your phone number, you feel guilty thinking that you should’ve just been honest. But something about that kid, she didn’t answer earlier in why she did it, plus you felt bad for threatening her. Once your finished reciting your number he thanks you and you shake his hoof, not before noticing that gray little filly, still staring at you wide eyed, even as you walk back to your house. You’re still starving, like claws dragging their way along the inside of your stomach as it sings out it’s moans and gurgles in pain. You recently spent a large sum of your bits on buying a house so you could get away from living with Twilight. You were just able to buy it with her last several experiments. It's not like your room there was bad, it's more that you don't feel safe there when sleeping. You've awoken more than three times with her in your room. She pays you in mass sums too, you don’t know where she’s getting the money, and you don’t care! You’re not used to being broke though, this is the second time being broke ever since you got here, it was pure luck that you had enough left to get enough ingredients to make a meal, until they got stolen by the exact same pony you were trying to help. At least she’ll eat, but you won’t. You finally get back to your house, home sweet home. It’s certainly… ordinary. Looks just like all the ponies houses here in Ponyville, what, you expected better? It would be pretty neat though to live in one of those suites in the Castle in Canterlot. More than anything though you want internet. You’d give half your damn brain and a lung for internet and a computer right now. Whatever though, you make your way to your bedroom Looks you’re going to bed hungry tonight, it doesn’t matter though, you’re exhausted and just want to sleep already. You strip off your clothes and get into your PJs, and lay down. Just then the phone starts to ring, you want to get up but you’re just beginning to fall asleep, and getting up would only wake you back up. You roll over and throw the blankets back over your head, and the ringing begins to fade… You wake up to the sound of ringing again, You look at the clock, 3:43 pm. You stretch and hop out of bed and make your way to the phone, “Yea, who is it?” “Hello, is this the number of the po-... thing, who gave me his number last night?” You jolt awake, remembering the events of last night, the bullying, the chasing… “Hello?... I didn't lose you did I?” “Yea, yea it’s me. I’m not a pony by the way. What do you need?” “I hate to ask this, but some important business has came up with a contact of mine and I need to leave home for a few days. I need you to supervise Silver Spoon for me until I return, think you can do that?” he asks, doubtful you’ll agree. You think it over, and let out a sigh. “I’ll give you 600 bits, just, please.” Well it’s been awhile since Twilight’s asked for another experiment, “Well… alright.” “Great, thank you, there’s food completely stocked in the cupboards and fridge, all you need to do is feed her and she should take care of herself, she’s a good girl.” You roll your eyes at that last statement. “Alright I really got to go now or I’ll miss my ride, you should make your way there soon, thanks again!” Great, now you have 2 jobs, being studied and observed, and babysitting spoiled bullies. Never did you think this would be your career… nor did you think you’d be teleported to a world of colorful magic flying ponies. You hop in the shower for a bit, then dry off, while drying off you notice how bad your eye is, damn she really did a fucking number on it, it’s not swollen or black, but it is reddish brown. You let out a grunt of annoyance as you get dressed and make your way back to the ‘Spoons’ residence. "Y-you're watching me?!” Silver Spoon exclaimed. “Yep, your dad promised a lot of bits to watch you for a few days. I was wondering though on the way over, why doesn’t your mom just watch you?” “She works in Canterlot the first 5 days of the week, so she just stays at her friend's house there until Friday and Saturday. B-but why are you watching me?!” she demanded. You don’t have the patience to deal with ponies as demanding as her, “Well you can sound a bit more grateful since I didn’t tell them what you were really doing that night. So after kicking a filly’s ass, and bruising my eye, how about a bit of, ‘Thanks for showing me kindness when I obviously didn’t’?” She stands there, stupefied and embarrassed, not sure what to say. “Whatever, just go do something else if all you're gonna do is get pissy at me.” “... Sorry,” she whispered, with that she trotted back to her room, red faced. Right, now with that settled you stretch out on the couch and turn on the Tv. You can’t wait to get your house set up with one soon, they’re more costly though here than back on earth, more of a luxury than a necessity you suppose. There’s nothing good on though, all reality Tv shows or dumb kid shit. After a couple of hours after settling on what to watch, the little brat peeps her head around the corner, staring at you, though it appears she’s trying to stay hidden. You ignore her and keep watching the program, at least they still have cooking networks, you can actually study up on your cooking and learn to make something other than soup or sandwiches. You flick your eyes towards the filly again, still staring with those bright purple eyes, “You know I can see you, right?” “Sorry, I just… what are you?” she asks, cocking her head at you with a puzzled look on her face. Ugh, you’ve been asked this way too many times by countless ponies, in that exact same manner too, awkwardly with those exact words, ‘what are you?’. “Well Silver Spoon I’m a human. I come from another realm and I was drawn here through a freak accident of magic. Now I get experimented and studied by the local library keeper.” “You don’t sound too upset about it.” she says as she approaches you. “I’ve explained this countless times to ponies just as confused as you are. I’m used to it by now.” you say, looking back to the Tv. “Do you miss your home?” she asks, hopping up on the couch beside you. “Yea sometimes, but I got a few friends here now that help me out to feel more welcome. Normally ponies used to steer away or stare when I was around, but some were brave enough to approach me and talk to something so out worldly as me,” you answer, swaying your head back to her attention, she’s just staring at you intently, “Just like you now.” you finish. This draws a giggle from the filly, and makes you smile a little. Maybe you’ve been to rough on this filly, she is still just a kid. “Tell me though, you look like a nice pony, a bit rude like earlier, but still you’re apologetic.Why pick on other ponies?” She looks away, clearly upset, “I just… Tiara is my only friend, she was the first friend I’ve ever had. I was awkward the first few days of school and didn’t talk to anypony, but she came up to me saying she’d saw me around her neighborhood and we started talking. Eventually we became friends, but she started taunting other for being poor and dumb, and I just did whatever she did to the other foals to stay friends with her. The way she acted, the way she thought, it really rubbed off on me. But I realized how bad the things are that she did, and everypony hated me as much as Tiara, I thought that if I stopped doing the things she did and stopped being her friend that I’d have nopony else to be friends with, plus she’d probably turn on me if I stopped being her friend ...” She looks really upset now, you thought she didn’t enjoy the things she did, but, you didn’t know it’d be this bad. You reach out and stroke the filly’s mane, as to help her feel better. “Is that why you’ve been angry at me? You’ve been stressed out over bullying and friends?” She nods, still looking gloom, of course the right thing is to stop being friends as to put an end to harassing ponies. However she’s still young, she thinks social status is an important thing in school at this time. “I haven’t been entirely nice either, and for that I apologize, I may have a solution though. On the count of three, tell me which one you really want.” “B-but I want bot-” “Trust me,” you tell her sternly, “I’ve seen this done before, now, 3… 2… 1…” “I-I wanna stop bullying ponies!” she exclaims. Her eyes immediately shoot open, “I… I want to stop hurting ponies… but I don’t want to lose my only friend. I don’t wanna be lonely again!” she whimpers, putting her hooves over her head and shaking harshly Jeez, had you known the kid had this many problems you’d have taken it easier on her last night. You gulp, not knowing what to say, “Well, Silver Spoon, you know friends aren’t really… I mean… It’s easy to make friends, even I could be your friend.” “R-really?” she asks, looking up at you still quivering, “You wanna be friends?” That’s not what you meant to say dammit! You sigh, but wear a smile, you just told her you wanna be friends, don’t wanna appear rude, “Yes Silver Spoon, would you like to be friends?” Her eyes shoot open again as she smiles ear to ear, “Yes! Yes yes yes yes yes!” she shouts, hopping up and down on the couch. “Alright alright, but you know you gotta stop hurting other foals and stop being friends with Tiara, right?” “Uh huh, I don’t have to be mean to anypony anymore, I’m so happy!” “Heheh, and to think you used to be afraid of me, now you wanna be friends,” you say, ruffling her mane. Your opinion of this pony has really changed ever since yesterday, actually more like ever since 2 hours ago. “So… what do friends do?” She asks, still smiling. “You mean you don’t know?” she shakes her head, “Well, what did you and Tiara do? A-aside from picking on others.” “Well we’d gossip, or play truth or dare, or watch cartoons, *GASP* We could have a slumber party!” You laugh, “Well I’m gonna be here for a couple of days, so sure, why not? Don’t you have school tomorrow though?” “Duh, it’s in the middle of Summer, no school for another month!” Ugh, school, you’re so glad you already did your 12 years of bull shit, and an added 4 years of college bullshit. Only to end up here, where that knowledge isn’t even applicable! She turns her attention to the Tv, “Ewh, why are you watching the cooking network? Let’s see what else is on,” she grabs the remote controller with her hoof… You’re always so confused by that, how is it that the hoof is flat with no fingers to grip onto what they’re grabbing, yet they still somehow… grab it? The two of you eat prepackaged meals that Spoon’s mom made, and watch surprisingly entertaining cartoons for the next couple of hours, back home a lot of cartoons just had goofy character in dumb situations, but these are more in depth and enjoyable characters, you know now why some dudes watch cartoons for kids. You just enjoyed the silence between the two of you, with occasional giggles, until Silver Spoon starts moaning and griping beside you. “You okay Silver Spoon?” “M-my tummy feels funny.” she mopes. You press your palm to her temple an- HOLY SHIT she’s burning up! “Okay, well I have no idea what you have but you have… something! Uh, let’s go ahead and get you to bed.” She peels herself off the couch and sloppily trots back to her room, groaning all the way. Poor kid, sick on a slumber party, can’t say you were all that excited for it though. You prop your feet onto the table and lounge deep into the couch, until the phone starts to ring. You sigh and hop up to answer it, "Hello?” “Hey, sorry I just got back to my hotel, it’s been a busy day. I’m just calling up to check on how Silver Spoon’s doing.” “Oh, sorry Mr. Spoon I think she’s gotten sick. She was burning up earlier, I sent her to bed not long before you called.” “That’s terrible. I’m so sorry sir, I had no idea she was sick before I left. I’ll throw in an extra 200 bits once I return, please take good care of her.” he replied, obviously stressed. “Alright, will do.” with that you hang up and make your way to the kitchen to get a glass of water for the poor filly. She didn’t even look or feel that sick earlier, hopping all over the place, now she could barely trot back to her own room. Walking back to her room, you hear even more groans and moans coming from her, you should probably take her to the doctor if it’s this serious. You open the door and see the last thing you’d ever expect to see, the little filly furiously rubbing at her vagina. “WOAH, okay! You ponies have some FUCKED up sicknesses!” you shout, dropping the water and shielding your eyes. She doesn’t even stop, she looks up to you, “H-help me!” she moans, crying tears of frustration. “As if, you’re dad is gonna get me arrested for sexual conduct on an underage pony!” you countered. “Friends help friends!” she hiccups. “This is what friends do!? Help other friends masturbate!” she looks so needy, and so helpless… Why are you actually considering helping her?! “I… fine, but you speak of this to no one.” You approach the bed and sit down beside her, she can’t even take her hoof off her marehood. It’s swollen and puffy as hell, she must be in heat, not sick. You remove her drenched hoof off her sopping wet slit. You swallow your remaining self respect, knowing the rest will be wasted on pleasuring a kid… You raise your shaking hand to touch her pussy, almost immediately she breaks into a moan, you barely even poked at it. You keep rubbing at it, causing her to squirm and squeal, you growing more red faced and resentful. “More, I need more!” she cries out with a hungry look in her eyes. This kid is starting to scare you for real. “Umm… Silver Spoon, I th-think it’s best if we jus-” she cuts you off, tackling you onto her bed, grinding against you. You try getting up but she slams you back down, crawling up on you, when did she get this strong!? “Silver Spoon you let me up this in-” the words are soon muffled out by her slit propped right against your nose. Standing on her hind hooves and staring at you. “K-keep talking, it feels f-funny,” she quivers, grinding all over your face. It’s like a dog licking your face, only hotter... and the tongue is a cunt... and the dog is a pony. It’s really hard to breathe with her inflated clit covering up your nose, you struggle to get her off of you, but the smell of her pussy is so intoxicating, you feel yourself getting weaker… or that could be because she’s cutting off most of your air and you’re about to faint. With no other option you open your mouth and inhale deeply, that’s whenever she scooches down with her marehood over your mouth, leaving you unable to close it, but at least you can breathe through your nose now. You realize that you aren’t going anywhere until you satisfy this filly’s needs. With a stifled sigh, you slowly creep your tongue out from your mouth into her folds, bringing a muffled moan from the filly, as she starts grinding on your face again, but more gentle than earlier. So this is what a spoiled filly’s pussy tastes like, musty and… erotic. You give up, the sooner you please this pony the sooner you can go, so let’s give her an experience. You pull your arms up to rub the filly’s waist, she thinks you're about to pull her off, but you start caressing her butt, squeezing it with your hands. This isn’t for you, it’s for her, it’s for her soft… big… squeezable… okay it’s a bit for you. Finally admitting it to yourself, you don’t hold back anymore to the lust you feel, you start licking at her, deeper and harder. Her moans increasing in volume and passion She spins herself around, still mashing her little cunt to your face, but now facing the bulge in your pant crotch. You gulp, unsure what she might do, she pokes at it with her hoof, feeling it makes your cock twitch as her touch, she lets out a little gasp. She puts her hoof back on it, but doesn’t take it off, as she starts rubbing through your pant jeans at your meat. She’s a fast learner though, she quickly learn just what’s keeping your beast at bay, and undoes the button on your pants and zips you down, letting your dick pop out, fully erect and staring at the horny little filly. “It looks so… different from what the anatomy class showed.” You can feel her breath on your dick and she draws closer to it, until you feel her lips press against it. Well it’s about to turn into a 69, this is gonna be worse than just being arrested at this point, probably beheadment, but right now you couldn’t care less with her little mouth sucking at your dick. You return the favor by continuing to eat out her little snatch, her juices dripping into your mouth and streaming down along the sides of your face. You can feel her moaning on your dick, her vibrations and her tongue draping along the tip of your cock head as she bobs her head up and down your shaft. You’d think this isn’t her first time with how great a job she’s doing, but it’s probably just her heat cycle making her this cock hungry. You can feel your head touching the back of her throat every so often, tongue sliding along the bottom of your shaft, her swallowing every so often, making the muscles in her mouth and throat hug around your dick. With an audible pop she takes your cock out of her mouth, moaning wildly, even the way she inhales is erotic, you suspect she’s upcoming her orgasm. You don’t hold back either, you take your hands and spread her apart, getting a good look at her pink insides, and push your tongue as deep as it can go piercing her small cunny and massaging her tight depths. Her hind hooves tighten around your neck and her front around your torso as she sings out in a passionate cry, her vulva winking wildly, her insides tightening around your tongue, her back arched. Eventually her orgasm subsides as she collapses entirely on you, panting long deep breaths, you draw your tongue from her snatch, sending a shiver up her spine as the rest of her fluids leak out of her, staining your shirt with her love. Her needs are now satisfied, you would leave… if your dick still wasn’t still so active after that entire experience. “You know, when two people have sex, the goals is for mutual pleasure,” you say in a deep seductive voice. She doesn’t respond, but she’s obviously still awake, no one sleeps panting that hard. You began to rub her folds with your finger, probing teasingly into her, making her jolt in surprise. “I thought you said friends help friends.” you pout. You feel her exhale and begin to wrap her lips back around your dick. “Mmh, I was thinking something else.” “What?...” She asks lazily. You pick her up, and nestle her down on her bed, laying on her back. You take off your jeans and underwear, and you crawl over top of her, your tip pressing at her entrance. “I was thinking more like this.” She’s obviously nervous, but you can tell she’s hungry for more. “Well… I-” you pull back a bit, and start grinding your dick along her vagina, brushing past her clit every so often. “Ah… G-go ahead.” You chuckle as you begin to push into her depths, you’re surprised to find that she’s not as tight as you thought, it must be the fact she’s in heat which is expanding her vaginal walls. She’s still tight and warm as hell, as you keep pushing you hear her yelp a little. “What’s wrong?” “N-nothing, it just stung for a bit, keep going please!” she pleads. You suppose that was her hymen, she doesn’t look in pain though, I guess her heat cycle must’ve made her hymen expand, you aren’t complaining, less tears. Your tip kisses against her cervix, she can’t fit your entire length, but it still feels amazing, the way she clamps and hugs around your cock, how soft and warm she is, and most of all her facial expressions, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, her mouth hanging open to a lewd smile with her tongue drooping out. Still, it’s her first time, you shouldn’t jump right into this, take it slow. You draw back out of her, her little pussy begging you not to leave, hugging around you all the way out, until you push back inside. You begin a slow rhythm with her, pulling out to your near head and slowly pushing your length back inside her. It's almost painfully slow for you, but she's in pure bliss. Having her burning depths begging to be penetrated, and providing her the service for her hunger. She tries to grab you with her tiny hooves, motioning you closer towards her, “K-kiss me..” You indulge the little pony as you lean into her, your lips pressing against hers as she hugs you tightly around your neck. Opening your mouth and slithering your tongue past her lips and entangling your tongues, making her moans pour into your mouth. Still pumping into her pussy, you change up the equation, grabbing onto her hips you push your cock as deep as it can go, grinding into her, swaying your hips in circles and your cock head pushes right up against her cervix. Mixing her little pussy up with your member, Making noisy sloppy sounds spurt from her little love box, and even more noises emerge from her mouth, breaking the kiss, unable to hold back her voice. Thinking her cunt’s more accustomed to have a huge piece of meat in it now, you start pumping in, as fast as your hips can allow. “I… It feels sho gooood!” she cries out, squirming around and trying to hug you. You feel that pitch building up in your gut though, you know you aren’t going to last much longer with this filly. You take your free hand to pinch and rub at her clit, she’s unable to even speak at this point, the mind broken filly unable to keep her voice in as she sings out in an ear deafening orgasm, her vaginal walls choking your dick as she contracts against them firmly, squeezing the cum out of you as you grind right against that tight pucker at the depths of her pussy. You pull out of her, panting like mad, her cunny leaking the love you deposited deep inside her. Looking at her she’s completely fainted from the entire experience. You grab a towel from the laundry bin and put it under her flank before your jizz begins to leak onto her sheets, and quickly put your jeans back on. You’re beat though, you decide to lay down beside her for just a sec to catch you breath. Who knew the events that transpired last night would’ve led to this? You prop your hands under your head, and just decide to… rest your eyes for a… second. Your eyes shoot open, you must’ve dozed off when you laid down, you get up but you feel some weight on your chest, you look down to see the little filly’s head on your chest, fast asleep. You smile and gently rub her head, scratching behind her ears, she smiles weakly as she nuzzles down more into your chest. “Can we do more of that stuff later?” she asks, her eyes still shut. “Seeing how your dad won’t be coming back for a while, shit yeah we can.” Ending: A Changed Heart.
The Decision“Thank you miss” you say to the clerk as you turn around to leave the store. You didn’t get much, a few fruits and vegetables you were going to make into… something. Things weren’t to different here is this world of ponies, there just wasn’t very much meat products… and severe lack of humans, the only one being yourself, of course. Not that you’re complaining, everypony here is rather polite to you, even though you’re so out of the ordinary. A two legged creature with no hooves, only feet and hands, with those weird appendages on them… those appendages being your fingers and toes. Though it’s not all bad, a little less than a year of you being around made most the general population of Ponyville aware of the strange being walking amongst them, so the majority stopped staring. It’s not even the staring that bugged you, the faces they made, of confusion and trying to wrap their head around just what the hell you were exactly. Well Twilight still does that to you, as well as constant research and studies of your body, even the more private parts of your body. In fact it was her magic that brought you here in this realm, ‘Testing’ communications with outer realms and planets. That’s when ‘Testing’ turned into black hole based portal in your bedroom that sucked you in. You’re thankful that you were wearing normal clothes and not your PJ pants when you slammed down in the middle of her library. At least she’s paying you for these experiments and observations of your body, you just wish they were less… in depth. Persisting you to get naked while she studies you, you can understand why in a sense, but lately she’s been oddly flirtatious with you, and suggesting things that are no longer applicable to science or the human structure… Shaking the thought, you continue walking back. double checking you got everything in your baggy, you only have so much energy to cook, you definitely don’t wanna turn around just because you forgot the potatoes or something. Kinda hard to see the contents of the bag though, having to hold it closer to your face, it looks extremely foggy out, but it had just rained recently so it kinda makes sense. Suddenly you hear laughing, not playful laughing either, somewhat maniacal, shortly after followed by a cry out in pain. Immediately you look around you, squinting your eyes to get a bit better perception, until you make out a several figures not to far away in the direction of the park, they’re small enough to be foals, this can’t be good. “Hey!” You scream out, pacing yourself to them, trying to sound intimidating as to get them to stop their charades, and hoping what you think was happening wasn’t happening. Though it appears so, 3 of them gasp and murmur something to themselves and flee, and a lone figure sits alone, curled up, visibly shaking as you draw closer, you’re practically running now. They were bullying somepony else. You can still see the suspects trotting away, though obviously running they’re not very rush about getting away from the likes of you, you might be able to catch up to them. You take notice to the injured filly, though it’s not life threatening, she is scraped and bruised, it’s more the whimpering and shaking that makes you want to help calm her down. Well, time to make a decision. You console the hurt filly. You chase after the suspects. Or… [Coming Soon] Author's Note The 3rd option may take a while to work on. I just wrote the 2 others in a row and they had me beat, and no not beating my meat . I was exhausted, and may not work on this for a while, so I'm putting this story on Hiatus in the mean time.
The VictimYou collect yourself, letting your anger subside, and console the hurt filly, and watching the culprits run away. You place your baggy down beside the crying filly and reach out to her, she cowers at your touch, but stops pulling away once realizing the touch is aimed to be gentle and soothing. You stroke her orange coat, running through it with your fingers, both to soothe her and to check for any cuts or bumps. Though there are a few, it’s nothing the body can’t handle on its own to heal over time. It’s more the mental health you’re concerned with this little one. “It’s alright honey, they’re gone now,” you whisper in a soft, but audible tone. Though she is aware you’re no threat, she still cries and shakes, as to be expected, she’s probably in a lot of pain. You pick her and the baggy up, cradling her in your arms, one propping up her head and the other on her rump with the bag handle, she doesn’t put up much of a fight or show rebuff to this action. “It’s okay, we’re going back to my place so we can sort this all out,” you explain to her, still speaking as calmly as you can, trying to avoid how fast your heart is beating. Dismissing the event that just happened, you continue home. You arrive back to your place, nothing extravagant like a kingdom, it’s the ordinary structure of that of a ponyville house. You lay her down on your sofa, and proceed to the kitchen to place your bag down, and quickly unload its contents onto the table. Once all the produce and goods are laid out, you go check up on the filly you had just rescued. She’s not crying much anymore, but some occasional sniffles, it’s obvious she’s still very distressed. You recline yourself beside her, she wasn’t very aware of your presence as she lets out a small gasp, flicking her head towards you for but a second, but quickly regains her posture. “I can’t start to tell you how sorry I am to have that happen to you,” you begin, “I know how emotionally and physically hurt you are right now. But the worst is over, I assure you.” You say as you reach out to pet her mane. She doesn’t respond, you suppose she’s heard that whole shtick before, that whole, ‘It’ll get better’ nonsense that you yourself hated hearing. You slowly lower your hand back to your side, you should’ve guessed that this has happened before to the young filly. Harassment and bullying isn’t just a one time thing, it’s continuous, and it only gets worse the further it progresses. “I can somewhat relate though,” you begin with a sigh, “I was picked on a lot in my high school. Never beaten up or even fought, but certainly still not shown respect or kindness. People sticking notes or tape to my back, throwing shit at me, usual mockery or insults. Even after I left highschool and went to college I still got a lot of that. Once I got out of there though it was okay enough,” you say trying to sound reassuring, quickly realising though that you basically said, “This bullying stuff isn’t gonna stop until you’re done with school.” She doesn’t react to your statement though, she looks zoned out. Got that whole 1000 yard stare going on, just looking straight at the wall in front of her, maybe deep in thought? You’re not exactly sure what to do, you never really had to deal with helping out a bullied victim before, you mostly kept your head low, especially ever since you got to Ponyville, but there was something about this incident that just pissed you off, and made you intervene. With nothing else think to say, you wear a smile to try to cover up the not so reassuring story you just told her. “C’mon, wanna join me for dinner? I’m making vegetable soup.” This somewhat catches her attention, well not her directly, but certainly her stomach’s. After mentioning food to the little filly, her tummy spits out a huge grumble, a moan for food almost. You laugh a bit, “I guess that’s a yes then. You sit in here and just do whatever, try not to break anything.” you reply, petting her surprisingly soft purple mane. It somehow fixates her frown to a quick small smile, and then to a blank face.You let a content smile overcome you, knowing you're gaining a little progress with this filly. You stand up and proceed to the kitchen, and begin to cut up the various vegetable you bought earlier. You weren’t a cook before you got here in ponyville and you still aren’t one now. But it’s not that hard to cut vegetables and brew them in tomato juice, now is it?... Is it? You don’t even know how long it needs to cook… Turns out your meal wasn’t that much of a disaster, looking at it it certainly looks edible, even tastes acceptable too. Look at you, saving fillies and making halfway decent soup, what a… pathetic person you are celebrating over soup. You were about to call out the fillys name to get her to come eat, but quickly realize you don’t even know her name. You pop your head around the corner from the kitchen to the living room to check on the little pony, her eye’s half lit, struggling to keep her heavy eyelids up. It’s clear that she’s tired, but she needs to at least get something in that gut of hers before she sleeps. You haven’t even called her parents yet, they must be worried sick about her. Best to eat quick and send her about her way. You knock on the wall to get her attention, immediately she springs to life and looks straight at you, which surprisingly catches you off guard, she hasn’t made much eye contact at all up until this point. She’s no longer pouty looking or crying, not even a bit red eyed for that matter. Her eyes… What pretty purple eyes… You shake the thought away, “S-soups on.” She hops off the couch and follow you towards the kitchen. You quickly snatch two bowls and fill them up, placing one in front and opposite of you for the little one. She doesn’t hesitate to start digging in, and you haven’t even gotten the two of you spoons yet… You skip getting her one and just let her eat how she is now, you pull up the chair and dig in as well, less barbaric than the pony sitting opposite from you. After a little while you try to pull some information out of her. “If you’re eating my food I at least need to know your name,” you say in a joking manner. The filly’s eating frenzy comes to a halt as she pulls her head from the bowl, splotches of tomato sauce in her hair and on her face, “S-scootaloo..” “Okay Scootaloo,” you tell her your name as well. “Where do you live? I imagine your parents are worried sick about you at this hour.” you ask looking at the clock, it reads 10:03. She falters a bit before beginning her sentence, “I don’t have any.” “Sorry, sorry,” you begin, how are you to know the whereabouts of this kid’s parents. You feel your throat choke up as you ask your next question, “Guardians?” you ask warily. She shakes her head, “Alone…” is all that she says. You feel your heart sink, immediately you feel great pity for Scootaloo, being all alone with no providers, AND being bullied. Which is the next topic you’re dreading, “I want to help you Scootaloo, do you know the name of the foals that were bullying you earlier?” She lets out a shaky exhale, “I-it was these 3 fillies who go to school with m-me. Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon, a-and somepony else I didn’t re-recognize…” she says, looking like she’s about to cry again. You decide to not progress any further with the questions, for now. “Well Scootaloo, we best get you cleaned up, huh?” you announce, scratching the back of your head and trying your best to wear a smile. She nods, still looking dreaded. The both of you stand up, you begin to put the bowls away in the sink, and then lead the youngster the bathroom. You start up the tub for, letting the cold water run and plugging the drain as the warm water starts, you then turn to Scootaloo, staring at you, “You uh… got it from here?” She shakes her head, “I need help…” “You mean getting in?” She nods. You kneel down to her level, she’s still gazing at you with those eyes, you don’t know what it is about that stare of hers, it’s as if they’re piercing at you. You move your hands to pick her up, putting your hands between her legs and chest, where the armpits would be on a person… do horses even have armpits you begin to wonder. “Uhh… Mister?” “Wha?... Oh, sorry. I was thinking about something.” “It’s not that, it’s just… what are you?” She’s blunt and straightforward this pony, you assume she means what species you are, seeing how you certainly don’t look like a horse, “Well Scootaloo I’m a human, I’m not originally from here, I’m from a planet called earth. I-it’s a long story, maybe I can tell it to you some day. Is that why you’ve been staring at me ever since you got here?” “Y-yeah… at first I thought I was just dreaming when you picked me up, like I passed out from the pain… So I just ignored it, but now I realize what’s happening is all too real to be a dream, except for you, and I can’t stop looking at you.” she answered, while still observing you. You’re just thankful she’s less concealed as she was earlier, now she was speaking full sentences, and making… a bit too much eye contact. “I’ve been around Ponyville a lot, have you only just now seen me?” “I don’t linger around much in public, I’m either at school, my house, or the club house with my friends.” “So you DO have a house, where is it?” “Well… it’s not so much a house,” she replied, looking down at the floor and tapping her hooves together, “more a… shack. Can you uh, put me down… please?” Stupid… you completely forgot you were still holding her, “Ye-Yea, sorry.” you reply as you place her into the now full bath. She shrieks a little when her legs hit the surface, “Sorry! Too hot?” “No it feels… nice.” she sighs. You get a giggle out of this and place her the rest of the way in, laying down her head still bobs out of the water. She’s got a really goofy look on her face, but at least she’s happy. “How long has it been since you had a bath?” You ask her, reaching for the shampoo. “I bathe regularly, but just not with water as warm as this, mostly cold water in a pan and a rag.” she replies, not even letting what she said phase her. “You must have it really rough, huh?” you ask, squirting shampoo into your palm. “It doesn’t bother me now. Well not as mu-uuuuch,” she exhaled, surprised by your touch in shampooing her mess of mane. “Heheh, you’re too cute,” you giggle. “I’ve never washed anyone with tomato sauce in their hair.” “Y-yea, sorry. I was starving, only thing I had to eat was a muffin that Mrs. Cake gave me,” she explained, “Really it’s not as bad as I’m making it sound. I get by fine.” “You get by, but not fine. You should never settle, always strive to have better, otherwise your life doesn’t have much a purpose. Though you’re young, you don’t have much you can do, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try though, uh try standing up a bit, I need to clean your coat” you say with a smile, scrubbing away at her head, now covered in suds. “You’re right,” she replied, repositioning herself, “Just because I have what I need doesn’t mean I shouldn’t try for more… Cause I could certainly use a bath like thisssss.” she moans, leaning into your scrubbing. “Alright,” you mope, “My arms are getting tired, and I’d say this bath is just about done.” you say, flinging the suds off your arms. “I’ll leave you to dry off.” you add as you walk out of the bathroom. You lean back against the bathroom door, thinking of what it was exactly that was needed done before going to bed, besides dealing with the kid. At least she’s opened up. Sad though that the kid ain’t got nowhere to live other than a shack, well that’s not necessarily true, she could stay here… Why did you just think that? Well… why not? It wouldn’t be so bad to have some company, besides she seems really nice and interested in you, even reminds you of yourself when you were younger. The dishes! That’s what you’re forgetting, you make your way to the kitchen, twist the nozzle on the faucet and begin washing the few dishes in the sink. Thankfully living alone doesn’t require you to clean many dishes, though that may not be the case any longer. If Scootaloo takes you up on the offer of course. Everything rinsed off and put back up, you make your way back down the hallways to the bathroom, the doors been opened and Scootaloo’s no longer drying off. She must be checking out the house or something. You look around, from the living room, the work space, the laundry room, nowhere to be found. That is until you reach your bedroom, she’s curled up the bed, fast asleep, damn she must’ve been more exhausted than you. You’re tempted to wake her and tell her there’s a 2nd bedroom, but looking at her sleep is making you realize how exhausted you are… whatever she can sleep in your bed with you, besides she’s on her side, and there’s more than enough room for you to lay down in. You take off your accessories and clothing, and slip into some PJ pants and a loose shirt, thank god Rarity made you some backup clothes while you were here, didn’t take long to get the concept of human clothing for her. She’s got the smarts, and the looks... Being here so long really fucks with your preferences, you’re already forgetting what a real human girl looks like, and are getting somewhat used to the thought of fucking a horse, cause let’s face it, A man can only go so long without ‘release’, and when he forgets what girls look like, he thinks of mares. Not to say you’ve made a move on anypony yet, Twilight’s always gonna be there though in case you ever need ‘release’, last ditch effort you suppo… WHY ARE YOU THINKING THIS RIGHT NOW?! You approach the bed and gently pull the covers up, sliding into place, and trying not to make too much noise that can wake the sleeping filly up. Once in place you instantly feel your eyelids become heavier, that was quick, but you’re not arguing. You just want that sweet feeling of… rest… … Is someone breathing on my face? You lift your aching eyes just a bit to notice Scootaloo observing you again. Though the lights are out, the moonlight pouring in from the window has reflection on her eyes. They look even more beautiful than they did earlier, just then her eyes shoot open, looks like she noticed you staring back. Immediately she jumps back into the spot she was in earlier with a shriek. “Sorry sorry sorry! I jus… I can’t think of what I want to say exactly!” she says, panicking. You reach your palm out towards her small hoof, “You don’t have to fret, it’s just a little weird is all. I understand though, I am pretty out of this realm to ponies, so don’t apologize.” This only makes her freak out more. “Just.. stop making me feel this way!”she protests. Now you’re really caught off guard, ‘making me feel this way,’? “What do you mean?” you question. “You… you being nice and comforting and just… it feels weird you doing those things. The way you pet me earlier and the way you talk to me, it’s all so gentle and nice.” “Honey there’s nothing wrong with being nice to one another, and what do you mean makes you feel funny?” you ask, getting more confused by the second. “It… makes me feel warm but embarrassed, and just… tingly?” she replies, sounding more like asking on that last word, ‘tingly’. “... What were you doing when you were staring at me earlier?” She really looks panicked now, you think you can even hear her little heart beating madly, her face blood red with embarrassment, “I… I was..” You feel you’re no longer in control of your own body, as you shift closer to her. almost touching her. She’s unsure how to react, staring at you so intently though, those eyes again, so hypnotic… So… You hear a muffle, only to realize you have pressed your lips against hers. You were about to pull away until she pushed into your kiss, accepting it. This is really bad, you have to stop this now, she’s just filly. You try to pull away, but she only pushes closer to you, you fall backwards onto the bed. Thinking you’ve escaped, until her hops onto you, almost pinning you down, and she presses against your lips again. This is so wrong, but why does it feel so good? Her soft lips against yours, unknowing how to properly kiss but desperately trying to, to feel something, to feel attention, to feel loved. You give up, you can’t escape the passion and love Scootaloo’s trying so desperately to give you, you stop your struggle, and try and match her rhythm in her kissing, pressing into her. It becomes to much for her though, her legs give out and she plops right down onto your chest and part of your lower torso, she lets out a surprised gasp, all you can do is giggle. “Sorry, I ju-” she begins, you stop her, rubbing your hand along the side of her face, and placing your thumb gently on her chin, you lean in to kiss again and she follows not so shortly behind. You lips dance once more, it’s not enough though, you want more. You part your mouth a bit and press your tongue against her lips, unknowing what to do she just opens her mouth, letting your tongue sliver in, exploring her mouth, tasting her sweet saliva. She doesn’t know how to react, all she can do is let out stifled moans feeling your tongue against hers. She pulls away breathless, staring at you with such need, such want, you can tell she wants more. “Not how I expected my night going, but I’m certainly not complaining.” you say, rubbing her back. She avoids eye contact as she wriggles around on you, her entire face red with embarrassment. “Something wrong?” “M-my… my vagina itches.” she answers, hesitantly. You let a grin overcome your face, “Want me to take a look?” she makes eye contact for but a second and quickly looks away again, and gives a slow nod. You scoop her warm limp body off of yourself and lay her down beside you. Getting on all fours you practically tower over her, face to face with the filly who just tonight you knew nothing of, now she’ll all your care about. You steal a quick kiss from her, before she can even react to it, you’ve begun kissing your way down her body. Her little neck, her warm chest, her soft belly, and now face to face with her marehood, you give one long bold kiss, forcing a yelp of surprise out of your precious little meal. Seeing how you were about to eat her out. You continue to tease her, never licking directly on her cunny, but gently kissing and licking the area around it. The way it makes her whine and her hips buck are simply adorable, what’s wrong with playing with your food a bit? Deciding she and her tight snatch have had enough teasing, you apologize by pressing your tongue into her folds, with long and hard laps. Unrelenting, giving her and her body what it’s desired ever since she stared at you earlier with such intent. Thick throaty cries erupt from the filly, she’s probably never even masturbated before, but now she was being kissed all over and having your tongue draped across her marehood, licking and probing her now soaked snatch. Your burning hunger to just drop the whole nice guy act and fucking her wild is running thin, but you maintain your pent up sexual frustration… for now. Eventually, eventually you’ll both experience your release. The thought of fucking her is getting your more worked up, you spread her slit open with your thumbs, and bury your tongue as deep as it can bury itself, pouring moan after moan from the spoiled filly. Not the only thing she’s pouring out, her nectar overflowing, the sweetest thing you’ve ever tasted, and the way her moans are get higher pitched, the more juice she gushes, you can tell that she’s almost reached her limit. You decide to give her a hell of an experience though, you retreat your tongue from her pussy, and wrap your lips around her swollen clit, looping and drawing your tongue around it, while using two of your digits to finger the filly as deeply as possible. Even the way she drags her breath and inhales sounds so erotic, that isn’t even compared to the jaw dropping shouting moan she delivers at her peak of orgasm. Coating your entire face with her juices, lapping the rest off her vagina, and licking your fingers clean of the creamy fluids. She’s now collapsed on the bed, her eyes half lit, still panting with her tongue drooping out of her mouth. Such a goofy look on her face, similar to the one she had earlier in the tub, only this one more lewd. “I hope you aren’t done,” you whisper to her, immediately her head shoots up off the pillow, almost as if you weren’t even there, that the sexual things done to her was something else. “There’s still more?” You nod, “And if you think that felt good, you’re gonna love this.” You scoop your little ball of pleasure up and lay her down on her belly, her hooves folded inwards, “Stand with your hind legs, cutie.” She complies and tries her hardest to stand on her back hooves, visibly shaking, looks like that orgasm is still trying to subside in her. But now you have an amazing view of her flank, it’s looks so tempting you’re willing to eat her out again, but the raging cock in your pants says otherwise. You quickly, but calmly take off your PJs, and toss them aside along with your shirt, boxers, and socks. You’re not the most fit guy in the world, with no visible abs or broad pecs, but at least you don’t have a ‘belly’ on you, and your arms aren’t all flabby and fat. Your cock about six and a half, modest if you say so yourself. “Alright Scootaloo, do you know what’s gonna happen next?” She gives a slight nod, “Y-you’re gonna out your thingy into mine... “ “Uh huh, now it may be a painful at first, but after the pain you’ll really enjoy it.” “How much pain?” she asked, with a quiver in her voice. You sigh, kinda regretting rushing into things,“I’m not gonna lie Scootaloo, it can be very painful for some wome- mares, and some don’t even feel it at all… Are you still up for this?” She paused for what felt like hours to you, probably to afraid to speak, “We’ll just do it some other time, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have fo-” “I’ll do it.” she said boldly, turning her head around looking at you, “I… want to feel loved.” You’re a little surprised by her forwardness, but you smile warmly, “You won’t feel alone anymore. I promise.” With that you position yourself at her entrance, you tip pressing up against her opening, she’s blistering hot, and so tight as you press inside of her. She lets out occasional grunts and pants, until you get about halfway in her and feel some resistance. “This is where it’ll get a bit painful, just let me know when you want me to push.” She’s hesitant, taking audible deep breaths, you know this must be a scary experience for her. “D-do it.” she mumbles, with that you pull out a bit, and slam home, past her hymen and deeper inside her, pushing a high pitched squeak from the pony. Such an amazing sensation, how soft, how tight, and how hot she is inside. You’re in utter bliss, she’s an entire different story though, grunting, dragging breaths, you think you even hear… sobbing. It’s as to be expected, but it doesn’t make it any easier to hear. “Okay, we’re past the bad part now, forever. Soon the pain will subside, when it does let me know and I’ll start moving.” “okay…” she whispers. You wish you could do something, anything to make her feel better, but moving may cause more stinging or pain, you try your best to massage her to help her calm down, A+ for effort, right?... After a while though she does begin to calm down, and even wiggles around a bit. “G-go ahead.” You draw out of her a bit, feeling her clamp around you as she shudders is simply magnificent. You push back in, those tight walls hugging you as they welcome you back inside. You pump into her a while, listening to her cute moans as she gnaws on the pillow. Your tempted to speed up, you’re going so painfully slow, it’s taking every shred of concentration and will to not just plow into her and make her your own personal fuck toy, she may even want that, but let's not take risks. You decide to change up your game though, if you can’t go fast then you go deep, you pull back again and push all you have into her, drawing an erratic breath from the filly. You continue pumping into her, deep and slow, although you’re not completely in, you continue to push as hard as you can into her. Never sporadically, nice, smooth, deep pumps into her tight snatch, with your head kissing at her cervix with every push. You pick up the pace though, speeding up but taking a few inches out of the equation, don’t want to ruin her, at least not just yet. Thrusting into her this quick really brought out her voice, occasionally she let out deep long breaths or quiet moans, now she’s almost singing out in passion. She almost deflates on the bed, having you to quickly release her tail and snatch her other ass cheek into your hand. This surprises her and she let’s out a quick squeal, and a tight hug around your cock. She’s put all her weight into your hands now, she’s surprisingly light, you didn’t notice when you put her in the tub earlier, but you can easily hold her with 1 arm. You let an evil grin overcome you as you pick up your pleasure toy, 1 hand holding her chest, the other still gripping at her flank, getting an even better angle and pump even harder and faster into her. She can’t pretend she doesn’t love this, whimpering and moaning every thrust in and out of her mess of a pussy. Sadly all good things must come to an end. You feel that pitch building up in you, warning you that you’re about to cum. Without a second thought you plow harder and harder into your little pony, punishing her cunny for being too good. “S-something ha-happening again!” she cries out, you continue to plow into her, sweat beading from your eyebrow, and hips relentlessly pounding away at her once virgin snatch. She clamps down around your cock, spurting wave after wave of love juice, her mouth hung open with her tongue out, eyes rolled to the back of her head. You’ve reached your limit too and you slam home one final time, moaning out in pure ecstasy as you shoot rope after rope into the young filly. You pull out of her, cum spurting out of her fuck hole. You lay her back down on the bed, still panting like a wild animal, and collapse on your side. Just as you’re about to drift off to sleep the phone begins to ring, fuck it, just let it ring. Why ever leave a spot as cozy as this? You pull Scootaloo closer to you and hug her tightly against you as she does the same. “Scootaloo, this may be a weird time to ask… But do you wanna live here with me? I know it’s not amazing, bu-” “I’d love to” she whispers, nuzzling closer into you. You hug her tightly again, kissing her gently on the forehead, and drift off to sleep… Ending: A New Beginning.
The Bully“Stay here, alright?” you reply to the injured filly. You drop your bag and sprint at the assholes who did such a thing to somepony else. You’re gaining tail on them pretty fast, your legs are certainly a lot longer than theirs. “Get away from us you monster!” one of them screams. You actually chuckle at that exclamation as you near them, they’re not monsters for doing what they did, but you are because you look different. You finally catch up to them, and try grabbing one by the tail, you manage to but she bucks you right in the eye and knocks you down, luckily for you you still have a grip on her. Sadly the other 2 got away. “Ahh!!! Lemme go lemme go! I’m not ready to die!” the little gray filly cries out. You stand up, hoisting her up into the air so she’s looking at you face to face, “What’s you’re name.” The little pony is frozen in fear, her pupils contracted, lips quivering, you can even feel her shake through the vibrations in her tail. You’re acting no better than her, threatening someone who can’t defend themselves. You sigh, and ask again more gentler, “I’m not gonna hurt you, so tell me your name.” “S-s-s-Silver Spoon.” she stammers. Always with these weird ass names with these ponies, why not name your child Samantha or something normal? “You wanna tell me why you and your friends where beating up on that little girl back there?” you demand as you point to where the beaten fil-... Where did she go? She must’ve ran off… along with your bag. You slap your palm to your face, this is what happens when you intervene. “That was my last bit of bits, and now they’re gone! And I’m stuck with this brat!” You can still feel her shake through her tail, only more harsher. You place her on the ground, she was tempted to escape for a moment, but you quickly turn your gaze on her, warning her it’d be worse to run. So she just awkwardly stands there, still unsure of what to do as you mumble and grimace to yourself. “Show me where you live.” “W-why?” she stutters. “I’m going to tell your parents about what you did is what. You think you can just do that and get away? Maybe sometimes, but not this time.” She cowers at your words, looking embarrassed and scared. “Why’d you do it kid?” you ask, genuinely curious. She doesn’t respond, looks like she doesn’t even know the answer herself. “What was that other fillies names?” She looks hesitant to answer, she knows but she won’t spill it. Now you’re getting impatient. “You wanna get triple the punishment for beating the shit out of an innocent filly and save your friends asses?! Fine by me!” This certainly scares her into talking though,“Tiara, and I don’t know the other one, I honestly don’t know! Him and Tiara knew each other well, but I had never met him until tonight, I swear!” she answered, worried and teary eyed. “That’s better, now then let’s get you home. Your parents are gonna love to hear about this.” The two of you start walking back, still keeping a close eye on her incase she runs for it, she may be ashamed, but that doesn’t excuse what she just did. “Who was the kid?” You ask, following her. “Wha?...” she says looking up at you, still trotting. “The kid you were picking on, what was her name?” “Oh… it was Scootaloo. A filly that Tiara targeted along with 2 of her other friends back in our school.” “You need to stop doing that.” you snap at her, “It fucks up your way of thinking. Making you believe that some ponies are made better than others, or that some have less rights than another. What makes you better than her?” “Well we have more money, she lives in a shack, and we can a-.” “It doesn’t matter about who has more money! You aren’t even rich, your fucking PARENTS are. Without them you’re better off than her! If not worse, imagine everything stripped from you one day, including the way people perceive you. She’s fine, she’s probably adapted to it, you wouldn’t know how to even feed yourself or bathe if your parents didn’t give you everything on a fucking platter.” You’re getting more pissed off every minute you spend with this filly. She steps a few feet away from you after you finish telling her off, sniffling and staring at the ground,“... Sorry about your eye.” “You didn’t apologize what you did to Scootaloo, so don’t bother apologizing to me. Are we almost at your house?” you ask. You didn’t even realize you walked into the upper middle and rich class section of Ponyville, damn these houses are huge! Almost four times the size of your little house. She sighs, knowing she can’t escape what's about to meet her,” Yeah… the second on the left, the one with the porch light still on.” As you near the house immediately two ponies emerge from it, what you assume to be her parents. “Oh thank Celestia you're okay honey, where have you been this late?!” her mother demanded. “And who is this… pony?” the father asks. “I saw your daughter and two of her friends…” you gaze a Silver Spoon, staring at the ground tears pouring down her dreaded little face. “I… I saw them lost out in the everfree forest and I led them home, sorry I couldn’t get to you all sooner, I took the other two home earlier.” The filly fixates her eyes at you, sniffling and confused. “Silver Spoon! What have we told you about playing in the woods?” her mother exclaims. “We’ll talk about this later.” her father says, staring at her sternly, then turns to you, “Thank you stranger for bringing her back safely. Might you give us your phone number as to contact you later for a reward?” “That’s not necessary, I’m fine.” you say, scratching your head with an embarrassed smile. “Nonsense,” he replies, readying a pen in his mouth and a paper he mysteriously had, “Go ahead.” You sigh and tell him your phone number, you feel guilty thinking that you should’ve just been honest. But something about that kid, she didn’t answer earlier in why she did it, plus you felt bad for threatening her. Once your finished reciting your number he thanks you and you shake his hoof, not before noticing that gray little filly, still staring at you wide eyed, even as you walk back to your house. You’re still starving, like claws dragging their way along the inside of your stomach as it sings out it’s moans and gurgles in pain. You recently spent a large sum of your bits on buying a house so you could get away from living with Twilight. You were just able to buy it with her last several experiments. It's not like your room there was bad, it's more that you don't feel safe there when sleeping. You've awoken more than three times with her in your room. She pays you in mass sums too, you don’t know where she’s getting the money, and you don’t care! You’re not used to being broke though, this is the second time being broke ever since you got here, it was pure luck that you had enough left to get enough ingredients to make a meal, until they got stolen by the exact same pony you were trying to help. At least she’ll eat, but you won’t. You finally get back to your house, home sweet home. It’s certainly… ordinary. Looks just like all the ponies houses here in Ponyville, what, you expected better? It would be pretty neat though to live in one of those suites in the Castle in Canterlot. More than anything though you want internet. You’d give half your damn brain and a lung for internet and a computer right now. Whatever though, you make your way to your bedroom Looks you’re going to bed hungry tonight, it doesn’t matter though, you’re exhausted and just want to sleep already. You strip off your clothes and get into your PJs, and lay down. Just then the phone starts to ring, you want to get up but you’re just beginning to fall asleep, and getting up would only wake you back up. You roll over and throw the blankets back over your head, and the ringing begins to fade… You wake up to the sound of ringing again, You look at the clock, 3:43 pm. You stretch and hop out of bed and make your way to the phone, “Yea, who is it?” “Hello, is this the number of the po-... thing, who gave me his number last night?” You jolt awake, remembering the events of last night, the bullying, the chasing… “Hello?... I didn't lose you did I?” “Yea, yea it’s me. I’m not a pony by the way. What do you need?” “I hate to ask this, but some important business has came up with a contact of mine and I need to leave home for a few days. I need you to supervise Silver Spoon for me until I return, think you can do that?” he asks, doubtful you’ll agree. You think it over, and let out a sigh. “I’ll give you 600 bits, just, please.” Well it’s been awhile since Twilight’s asked for another experiment, “Well… alright.” “Great, thank you, there’s food completely stocked in the cupboards and fridge, all you need to do is feed her and she should take care of herself, she’s a good girl.” You roll your eyes at that last statement. “Alright I really got to go now or I’ll miss my ride, you should make your way there soon, thanks again!” Great, now you have 2 jobs, being studied and observed, and babysitting spoiled bullies. Never did you think this would be your career… nor did you think you’d be teleported to a world of colorful magic flying ponies. You hop in the shower for a bit, then dry off, while drying off you notice how bad your eye is, damn she really did a fucking number on it, it’s not swollen or black, but it is reddish brown. You let out a grunt of annoyance as you get dressed and make your way back to the ‘Spoons’ residence. "Y-you're watching me?!” Silver Spoon exclaimed. “Yep, your dad promised a lot of bits to watch you for a few days. I was wondering though on the way over, why doesn’t your mom just watch you?” “She works in Canterlot the first 5 days of the week, so she just stays at her friend's house there until Friday and Saturday. B-but why are you watching me?!” she demanded. You don’t have the patience to deal with ponies as demanding as her, “Well you can sound a bit more grateful since I didn’t tell them what you were really doing that night. So after kicking a filly’s ass, and bruising my eye, how about a bit of, ‘Thanks for showing me kindness when I obviously didn’t’?” She stands there, stupefied and embarrassed, not sure what to say. “Whatever, just go do something else if all you're gonna do is get pissy at me.” “... Sorry,” she whispered, with that she trotted back to her room, red faced. Right, now with that settled you stretch out on the couch and turn on the Tv. You can’t wait to get your house set up with one soon, they’re more costly though here than back on earth, more of a luxury than a necessity you suppose. There’s nothing good on though, all reality Tv shows or dumb kid shit. After a couple of hours after settling on what to watch, the little brat peeps her head around the corner, staring at you, though it appears she’s trying to stay hidden. You ignore her and keep watching the program, at least they still have cooking networks, you can actually study up on your cooking and learn to make something other than soup or sandwiches. You flick your eyes towards the filly again, still staring with those bright purple eyes, “You know I can see you, right?” “Sorry, I just… what are you?” she asks, cocking her head at you with a puzzled look on her face. Ugh, you’ve been asked this way too many times by countless ponies, in that exact same manner too, awkwardly with those exact words, ‘what are you?’. “Well Silver Spoon I’m a human. I come from another realm and I was drawn here through a freak accident of magic. Now I get experimented and studied by the local library keeper.” “You don’t sound too upset about it.” she says as she approaches you. “I’ve explained this countless times to ponies just as confused as you are. I’m used to it by now.” you say, looking back to the Tv. “Do you miss your home?” she asks, hopping up on the couch beside you. “Yea sometimes, but I got a few friends here now that help me out to feel more welcome. Normally ponies used to steer away or stare when I was around, but some were brave enough to approach me and talk to something so out worldly as me,” you answer, swaying your head back to her attention, she’s just staring at you intently, “Just like you now.” you finish. This draws a giggle from the filly, and makes you smile a little. Maybe you’ve been to rough on this filly, she is still just a kid. “Tell me though, you look like a nice pony, a bit rude like earlier, but still you’re apologetic.Why pick on other ponies?” She looks away, clearly upset, “I just… Tiara is my only friend, she was the first friend I’ve ever had. I was awkward the first few days of school and didn’t talk to anypony, but she came up to me saying she’d saw me around her neighborhood and we started talking. Eventually we became friends, but she started taunting other for being poor and dumb, and I just did whatever she did to the other foals to stay friends with her. The way she acted, the way she thought, it really rubbed off on me. But I realized how bad the things are that she did, and everypony hated me as much as Tiara, I thought that if I stopped doing the things she did and stopped being her friend that I’d have nopony else to be friends with, plus she’d probably turn on me if I stopped being her friend ...” She looks really upset now, you thought she didn’t enjoy the things she did, but, you didn’t know it’d be this bad. You reach out and stroke the filly’s mane, as to help her feel better. “Is that why you’ve been angry at me? You’ve been stressed out over bullying and friends?” She nods, still looking gloom, of course the right thing is to stop being friends as to put an end to harassing ponies. However she’s still young, she thinks social status is an important thing in school at this time. “I haven’t been entirely nice either, and for that I apologize, I may have a solution though. On the count of three, tell me which one you really want.” “B-but I want bot-” “Trust me,” you tell her sternly, “I’ve seen this done before, now, 3… 2… 1…” “I-I wanna stop bullying ponies!” she exclaims. Her eyes immediately shoot open, “I… I want to stop hurting ponies… but I don’t want to lose my only friend. I don’t wanna be lonely again!” she whimpers, putting her hooves over her head and shaking harshly Jeez, had you known the kid had this many problems you’d have taken it easier on her last night. You gulp, not knowing what to say, “Well, Silver Spoon, you know friends aren’t really… I mean… It’s easy to make friends, even I could be your friend.” “R-really?” she asks, looking up at you still quivering, “You wanna be friends?” That’s not what you meant to say dammit! You sigh, but wear a smile, you just told her you wanna be friends, don’t wanna appear rude, “Yes Silver Spoon, would you like to be friends?” Her eyes shoot open again as she smiles ear to ear, “Yes! Yes yes yes yes yes!” she shouts, hopping up and down on the couch. “Alright alright, but you know you gotta stop hurting other foals and stop being friends with Tiara, right?” “Uh huh, I don’t have to be mean to anypony anymore, I’m so happy!” “Heheh, and to think you used to be afraid of me, now you wanna be friends,” you say, ruffling her mane. Your opinion of this pony has really changed ever since yesterday, actually more like ever since 2 hours ago. “So… what do friends do?” She asks, still smiling. “You mean you don’t know?” she shakes her head, “Well, what did you and Tiara do? A-aside from picking on others.” “Well we’d gossip, or play truth or dare, or watch cartoons, *GASP* We could have a slumber party!” You laugh, “Well I’m gonna be here for a couple of days, so sure, why not? Don’t you have school tomorrow though?” “Duh, it’s in the middle of Summer, no school for another month!” Ugh, school, you’re so glad you already did your 12 years of bull shit, and an added 4 years of college bullshit. Only to end up here, where that knowledge isn’t even applicable! She turns her attention to the Tv, “Ewh, why are you watching the cooking network? Let’s see what else is on,” she grabs the remote controller with her hoof… You’re always so confused by that, how is it that the hoof is flat with no fingers to grip onto what they’re grabbing, yet they still somehow… grab it? The two of you eat prepackaged meals that Spoon’s mom made, and watch surprisingly entertaining cartoons for the next couple of hours, back home a lot of cartoons just had goofy character in dumb situations, but these are more in depth and enjoyable characters, you know now why some dudes watch cartoons for kids. You just enjoyed the silence between the two of you, with occasional giggles, until Silver Spoon starts moaning and griping beside you. “You okay Silver Spoon?” “M-my tummy feels funny.” she mopes. You press your palm to her temple an- HOLY SHIT she’s burning up! “Okay, well I have no idea what you have but you have… something! Uh, let’s go ahead and get you to bed.” She peels herself off the couch and sloppily trots back to her room, groaning all the way. Poor kid, sick on a slumber party, can’t say you were all that excited for it though. You prop your feet onto the table and lounge deep into the couch, until the phone starts to ring. You sigh and hop up to answer it, "Hello?” “Hey, sorry I just got back to my hotel, it’s been a busy day. I’m just calling up to check on how Silver Spoon’s doing.” “Oh, sorry Mr. Spoon I think she’s gotten sick. She was burning up earlier, I sent her to bed not long before you called.” “That’s terrible. I’m so sorry sir, I had no idea she was sick before I left. I’ll throw in an extra 200 bits once I return, please take good care of her.” he replied, obviously stressed. “Alright, will do.” with that you hang up and make your way to the kitchen to get a glass of water for the poor filly. She didn’t even look or feel that sick earlier, hopping all over the place, now she could barely trot back to her own room. Walking back to her room, you hear even more groans and moans coming from her, you should probably take her to the doctor if it’s this serious. You open the door and see the last thing you’d ever expect to see, the little filly furiously rubbing at her vagina. “WOAH, okay! You ponies have some FUCKED up sicknesses!” you shout, dropping the water and shielding your eyes. She doesn’t even stop, she looks up to you, “H-help me!” she moans, crying tears of frustration. “As if, you’re dad is gonna get me arrested for sexual conduct on an underage pony!” you countered. “Friends help friends!” she hiccups. “This is what friends do!? Help other friends masturbate!” she looks so needy, and so helpless… Why are you actually considering helping her?! “I… fine, but you speak of this to no one.” You approach the bed and sit down beside her, she can’t even take her hoof off her marehood. It’s swollen and puffy as hell, she must be in heat, not sick. You remove her drenched hoof off her sopping wet slit. You swallow your remaining self respect, knowing the rest will be wasted on pleasuring a kid… You raise your shaking hand to touch her pussy, almost immediately she breaks into a moan, you barely even poked at it. You keep rubbing at it, causing her to squirm and squeal, you growing more red faced and resentful. “More, I need more!” she cries out with a hungry look in her eyes. This kid is starting to scare you for real. “Umm… Silver Spoon, I th-think it’s best if we jus-” she cuts you off, tackling you onto her bed, grinding against you. You try getting up but she slams you back down, crawling up on you, when did she get this strong!? “Silver Spoon you let me up this in-” the words are soon muffled out by her slit propped right against your nose. Standing on her hind hooves and staring at you. “K-keep talking, it feels f-funny,” she quivers, grinding all over your face. It’s like a dog licking your face, only hotter... and the tongue is a cunt... and the dog is a pony. It’s really hard to breathe with her inflated clit covering up your nose, you struggle to get her off of you, but the smell of her pussy is so intoxicating, you feel yourself getting weaker… or that could be because she’s cutting off most of your air and you’re about to faint. With no other option you open your mouth and inhale deeply, that’s whenever she scooches down with her marehood over your mouth, leaving you unable to close it, but at least you can breathe through your nose now. You realize that you aren’t going anywhere until you satisfy this filly’s needs. With a stifled sigh, you slowly creep your tongue out from your mouth into her folds, bringing a muffled moan from the filly, as she starts grinding on your face again, but more gentle than earlier. So this is what a spoiled filly’s pussy tastes like, musty and… erotic. You give up, the sooner you please this pony the sooner you can go, so let’s give her an experience. You pull your arms up to rub the filly’s waist, she thinks you're about to pull her off, but you start caressing her butt, squeezing it with your hands. This isn’t for you, it’s for her, it’s for her soft… big… squeezable… okay it’s a bit for you. Finally admitting it to yourself, you don’t hold back anymore to the lust you feel, you start licking at her, deeper and harder. Her moans increasing in volume and passion She spins herself around, still mashing her little cunt to your face, but now facing the bulge in your pant crotch. You gulp, unsure what she might do, she pokes at it with her hoof, feeling it makes your cock twitch as her touch, she lets out a little gasp. She puts her hoof back on it, but doesn’t take it off, as she starts rubbing through your pant jeans at your meat. She’s a fast learner though, she quickly learn just what’s keeping your beast at bay, and undoes the button on your pants and zips you down, letting your dick pop out, fully erect and staring at the horny little filly. “It looks so… different from what the anatomy class showed.” You can feel her breath on your dick and she draws closer to it, until you feel her lips press against it. Well it’s about to turn into a 69, this is gonna be worse than just being arrested at this point, probably beheadment, but right now you couldn’t care less with her little mouth sucking at your dick. You return the favor by continuing to eat out her little snatch, her juices dripping into your mouth and streaming down along the sides of your face. You can feel her moaning on your dick, her vibrations and her tongue draping along the tip of your cock head as she bobs her head up and down your shaft. You’d think this isn’t her first time with how great a job she’s doing, but it’s probably just her heat cycle making her this cock hungry. You can feel your head touching the back of her throat every so often, tongue sliding along the bottom of your shaft, her swallowing every so often, making the muscles in her mouth and throat hug around your dick. With an audible pop she takes your cock out of her mouth, moaning wildly, even the way she inhales is erotic, you suspect she’s upcoming her orgasm. You don’t hold back either, you take your hands and spread her apart, getting a good look at her pink insides, and push your tongue as deep as it can go piercing her small cunny and massaging her tight depths. Her hind hooves tighten around your neck and her front around your torso as she sings out in a passionate cry, her vulva winking wildly, her insides tightening around your tongue, her back arched. Eventually her orgasm subsides as she collapses entirely on you, panting long deep breaths, you draw your tongue from her snatch, sending a shiver up her spine as the rest of her fluids leak out of her, staining your shirt with her love. Her needs are now satisfied, you would leave… if your dick still wasn’t still so active after that entire experience. “You know, when two people have sex, the goals is for mutual pleasure,” you say in a deep seductive voice. She doesn’t respond, but she’s obviously still awake, no one sleeps panting that hard. You began to rub her folds with your finger, probing teasingly into her, making her jolt in surprise. “I thought you said friends help friends.” you pout. You feel her exhale and begin to wrap her lips back around your dick. “Mmh, I was thinking something else.” “What?...” She asks lazily. You pick her up, and nestle her down on her bed, laying on her back. You take off your jeans and underwear, and you crawl over top of her, your tip pressing at her entrance. “I was thinking more like this.” She’s obviously nervous, but you can tell she’s hungry for more. “Well… I-” you pull back a bit, and start grinding your dick along her vagina, brushing past her clit every so often. “Ah… G-go ahead.” You chuckle as you begin to push into her depths, you’re surprised to find that she’s not as tight as you thought, it must be the fact she’s in heat which is expanding her vaginal walls. She’s still tight and warm as hell, as you keep pushing you hear her yelp a little. “What’s wrong?” “N-nothing, it just stung for a bit, keep going please!” she pleads. You suppose that was her hymen, she doesn’t look in pain though, I guess her heat cycle must’ve made her hymen expand, you aren’t complaining, less tears. Your tip kisses against her cervix, she can’t fit your entire length, but it still feels amazing, the way she clamps and hugs around your cock, how soft and warm she is, and most of all her facial expressions, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, her mouth hanging open to a lewd smile with her tongue drooping out. Still, it’s her first time, you shouldn’t jump right into this, take it slow. You draw back out of her, her little pussy begging you not to leave, hugging around you all the way out, until you push back inside. You begin a slow rhythm with her, pulling out to your near head and slowly pushing your length back inside her. It's almost painfully slow for you, but she's in pure bliss. Having her burning depths begging to be penetrated, and providing her the service for her hunger. She tries to grab you with her tiny hooves, motioning you closer towards her, “K-kiss me..” You indulge the little pony as you lean into her, your lips pressing against hers as she hugs you tightly around your neck. Opening your mouth and slithering your tongue past her lips and entangling your tongues, making her moans pour into your mouth. Still pumping into her pussy, you change up the equation, grabbing onto her hips you push your cock as deep as it can go, grinding into her, swaying your hips in circles and your cock head pushes right up against her cervix. Mixing her little pussy up with your member, Making noisy sloppy sounds spurt from her little love box, and even more noises emerge from her mouth, breaking the kiss, unable to hold back her voice. Thinking her cunt’s more accustomed to have a huge piece of meat in it now, you start pumping in, as fast as your hips can allow. “I… It feels sho gooood!” she cries out, squirming around and trying to hug you. You feel that pitch building up in your gut though, you know you aren’t going to last much longer with this filly. You take your free hand to pinch and rub at her clit, she’s unable to even speak at this point, the mind broken filly unable to keep her voice in as she sings out in an ear deafening orgasm, her vaginal walls choking your dick as she contracts against them firmly, squeezing the cum out of you as you grind right against that tight pucker at the depths of her pussy. You pull out of her, panting like mad, her cunny leaking the love you deposited deep inside her. Looking at her she’s completely fainted from the entire experience. You grab a towel from the laundry bin and put it under her flank before your jizz begins to leak onto her sheets, and quickly put your jeans back on. You’re beat though, you decide to lay down beside her for just a sec to catch you breath. Who knew the events that transpired last night would’ve led to this? You prop your hands under your head, and just decide to… rest your eyes for a… second. Your eyes shoot open, you must’ve dozed off when you laid down, you get up but you feel some weight on your chest, you look down to see the little filly’s head on your chest, fast asleep. You smile and gently rub her head, scratching behind her ears, she smiles weakly as she nuzzles down more into your chest. “Can we do more of that stuff later?” she asks, her eyes still shut. “Seeing how your dad won’t be coming back for a while, shit yeah we can.” Ending: A Changed Heart.
