The Unfortunate Event

“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.