The Whored

Chapters

Daybreak
The Pink Puppet of Instinct
Apple of my Eye
Help from a Veteran
Hoodwinked
You're no better
Departure
Molestia and Luna

Daybreak

Day 1

Groggily, you awaken from your slumber after being invaded by the commonly occurring nightmare that once again, is shaken off by your stomach bitching to you once more about how, ‘You don’t feed me enough.'

“Shut up stomach, I’ll get to you in a second.”

Your mind is plagued with that strange ‘I've forgotten something that is vitally important’ feeling.

“Hmm, what could I be late for… a date?” You muse.

Your brain answers for the lacking of people around, ‘Doubt it, like you can get a girl.’

‘Okay, umm… a doctors appointment?’

‘There’s no cure for dip-shititis.’

‘Gee brain, you’re a real help today, aren’t you?’

Your brain sneers, ‘It’s a pleasure to be of service.’

Your stomach grumbles to you once more, “You can fuck off stomach, feed yourself for once.” It’s response second time around, was louder, longer, and more painful of any previous grumble that any stomach had preformed before, “Fine, fine, I’ll get up… lazy bitch.”

Managing to fall out of bed, you stumble to the kitchen in a manner most would consider drunk.

Your voice chirps as you look to your stomach and open the cupboard, “Okay stomach, take your pick,”
You gaze at the open cupboard, you find nothing but dust and a rat.

“Fuck!” You slam the cupboard door shut and grab your stomach, “Okay babe, your gonna have to hold on for a little longer whilst I get to Sugarcube Corner, got it?”

Your stomach lightly growls, “That’s my girl.”

As you walk into town in search of Sugarcube Corner on this fine, sunny day, you can’t help but feel as though there is something out of place, something wrong, kind of like there’s a missing piece to a puzzle.

Your first attempts to spot the difference came to no avail. It is impossible to pinpoint where the oddity lies, ‘Is it the severe lacking of stallions around?’ You ask yourself.

Mr Brain decides to finally become of use, ‘No, that’s every day dumbass. You know very well that females out-populate you men at about fifteen to one.’

‘True, is it... screams, shouts and moans echoing throughout the town?’

‘Hmm, must admit, sounds slightly off. Keep thinking along those lines.’

‘The fact that the town smells of… what is that? Sex?’

‘Actually, that’s a good point.’

As your urge to investigate grows, your brain is telling you to go home and stay there. ‘But why brain?’

‘I got a gut feeling.’

‘But you don’t have a gut.’

‘How about I make you have a gut feeling instead?’

‘No need, I’ll be careful, deal?’

‘Deal.’

As you internal debate finishes, you are paid a visit from your friendly neighbourhood Rainbow Dash so, as any friend would do, you give her a casual wave as you pass by.

Her slightly raspy voice rings out behind you in a seductive tone, “Hey hot stuff, wanna play?” Instantly, you whip around, ‘What did she just say!?’

She advances on you, each step she advances forces you creep one step back until your retreat is blocked entrance to sugarcube corner.

You notice as she advances that something seem off, almost as if Rainbow Dash is in some kind of trance, ‘Well done, you made it to sugarcube corner, now what was that about being careful?’

You ignore Mr Brain and shift your attention to your new admirer in a nervous attempt to reason with her.
“O- okay Rainbow Dash, what do you want? All you need to do is ask for something no- anything, and I’ll give it to you.”
Rainbow Dash bit her bottom lip in anticipation, “I think you know exactly what I want.”

“I do?”

You take a moment to examine at her as a whole, her body and posture; limber, face and her eyes; longing. All of these signs point an dissolute feeling: lust.

“Okay, maybe not anything.”

Rainbow Dash begins to advance on you once more.

‘Run.’ You breathe, “Yeah.”

You break into a run, your heart thumping as you look back to see the agile athlete right on you ass, ‘Hmm, trying to outrun a hard-core athlete… smart.’

‘Incoming!’

Your pursuer turns around and jumps on you, dragging you down to the ground by holding your lower torso.
Rainbow Dash raises herself to a sitting position on your body, inching herself up your body until you couldn’t even look down without being buried in the junction between her muscular, shaved legs.

From her advantageous position, she gazed down upon you, “Trust me, your gonna love this just as much as I will.”
Now, of all the times, your stomach gives a cry of pain, ‘Aghh piss.’

“You hungry?” Rainbow Dash presses forwards and positioned herself so your face was pressed against her sporting tights, “I have nice a meal for you.”

Brain decides to give you moral support, ‘Think idiot! How can you delay this?’

“Right, uhh,” You manage to say in a muffled voice, “I am indeed, hungry.” You gasped for air before continuing, “But I'm going to need a bigger meal than this.”

“Glad you see it my way.” She casually replied, lowering herself onto a squirming you, “Don’t squirm,” She said softly, “You’ll feel better you focus on the matter at hand.”

The hand pinning your left shoulder slowly descends your body to your chest, stomach, until she reaches the top of your pants where it begins to borrow.

‘Doing nothing isn’t helping idiot.’

‘I know that assface.’

Your squirms grow more desperate as your manhood grows larger annoying Rainbow Dash even further, “Your making this soo much harder than it needs to be.” She laid her body flat on yours and lowered her tone, “Just sit back and enjoy the pony ride.”

You feel Rainbow Dash’s folds rubbing your member, which due to a natural body reaction, now grown to a more than reasonable size.

Rainbow Dash, sensing that your body was now ready, began to slowly move her body down on yours, taking your pants off in the process, until the tip of your pulsating manhood was rubbing her moist folds making you begin to lose yourself.

“Damn it that feels good.”

Rainbow starts to press down again and you can’t help but to lie there, felling yourself getting harder and harder as your member continues to pulsate.

You feel yourself about to push through her nether regions, to be saved by your inner thoughts, ‘What the fuck are you doing meatsack!? Get out of the pet store, THAT PUSSY AINT FOR SALE!’

‘Yeah, your right’.

You pull back the moment before your manhood enters the lips of paradise. "Ughh, what’s wrong now?” Rainbow Dash sighed.

“I'm, uhh, I… can we do foreplay?” You cough, “You want pleasure, right? Well this makes it better for the both of us.”

‘Wow… real smooth dumbass.’

‘Shut up, like you’re helping.’

By some miracle, your delay plan had worked and you now are a man with a plan. The plan however, you did not like, was not humane and required some touching, fiddling, fondling and close contact and the distribution of pain, but it had to be done.

You soon put your plan into action when Rainbow Dash threw herself onto you and began to ferociously make out with you.

‘Not quite what I meant by foreplay but I can still do this.’

As her hand inched to your pants, yours did to her shirt. You force your hand to burrow under and crawled up her shit until you grasped her breast, triggering an involuntary moan of pleasure from Rainbow Dash.

‘Do it, do it now!’

‘I cant, she's one of my best friends.’

‘You can and you will.’

‘Maybe being raped by her wont be so bad. She’s strong, flexible, drop-dead gorgeous and from what I felt, pretty damn tight.’

‘SNAP OUT OF IT! This is for her. If Rainbow Dash gets pregnant, she’ll be ruined.’

‘Huh?’

‘Do this for her… please.’

‘Brain, that was the smartest thing I have ever heard you say, thank you.’

Rainbow Dash had just finished eating your face and now felt like sausages, “You ready now?”

You hand still clasping her breast, you said, “Yeah, I'm ready.” You slowly inhale, and sigh, “And sorry.”

“For what?”

You gulp, “This!”

‘Now!’

You curse yourself as you pinch Rainbow Dash’s nipple and give it a hard twist, forcing a cry of pain to be released into the world.

Every force Rainbow Dash was applying on your body dissipated giving you an opening, and not the sexual type of opening but the chance for freedom kind. You roll Rainbow Dash off you and sprint for the exit.

You cover your eyes as you burst out of the alley and into the main street, struggling to put you pants back on. Desperate to gain as much distance between you and Rainbow Dash as possible, you sprint down the road, turn left after two blocks and take a seat on a park bench in the town hall.

Lightly panting from your run, you cant help but think, ‘What, the, fuck!?’

You take a breath, ‘Why would Rainbow Dash, of all people, attempt to rape me in an alley, I mean, come on! She’s obviously a, well, a lesbian so why go for a man, and why me?… unless.’

You know now, you re-read the signs and you understand now; the screams and shouts are from men, and the only moaning you heard was the high-pitched note of a female.

‘That time of year has dawned upon us once more.’

For seven full days, once a year, every single woman that is of age in Ponyville is in heat and all the men can do is either run or enjoy the ride, as it so happens, now is that time.

‘Well that explains Rainbow Dash’s struggle snuggle with me.’

You quietly mumble to yourself, your voice quivering, “Meaning that going into the town square,” a shiver runs down your spine, “Was a very, very bad move.” You dare a peek at the masses of ladies swarmed around you, ‘Yeah, I would have taken Rainbow Dash over this any day.’

‘But you didn’t.’

‘Thanks to your wise words.’

‘Just get us out of here idiot.’

“Fuck me!” You roar out of frustration as you begin an all out sprint down the street.

You notice that the whored seemed to scream in delight at the sound of your voice ‘Nice one genius, saying ‘fuck me’ to the people that want to rape you.’

‘Yeah, that was pretty dumb.’

‘Glad you see it my way.’

‘I have an idea.’

You dare a peek behind you and examine the crowd of rapists, noticing something peculiar, you ask brain, “Are some of them… rubbing themselves while they run? …wow.”

‘Yeah… wow. Now do you have an idea or what?’

Yes, you have another devious plan and put it into action immediately. At the top of your lungs, you shout out, “I HAVE GENITAL WARTS!”

The entire front row of the whored coughed, gagged, and screamed, making them trip over each other.

Your plan had worked better than expected, the entire crowd behind them tripped over the body of their fallen allies, slightly resembling an accident from Tour de France and NASCAR except it was more like a mosh pit.

Allowing yourself to laugh at the scene you created, you run for another five minuted before deciding to take refuge in the library thinking it may be possible to find a reason behind these yearly occurrences.

Whilst you are rummaging through books, a boyish voice makes you jump, “Hello?”

“Oh Spike, its only you.” You say, relieved when you see the fourteen year old wearing his love heart apron. Due to the situation, you restrain from laughing.

“Can I get you anything? Tea? Cake?”

“A book.”

“Any book in-particular?” He inquired.

“Yeah, something along the lines of… yeah, don’t tell Twilight this but I honestly can’t be bothered to think of a better way to put it right now, but something along the lines of ‘horny chicks’.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

You see that Spike is having no luck finding such a book so after a couple of minutes you call out from the sofa, “Try, ‘Female Anatomy’.”

“Oh, that one’s on the bench in front of you.” He called back.

“How convenient.” You mutter, deciding against questioning why the book had been there, you pick up the book and begin to read while Spike goes upstairs to continue his search for your original request.

While reading some relevant material, you hear shouting from upstairs. The voices are too muffled and distant for you to determine whom it is or even what gender they are.

Spike soon returns with a book, “Here’s the book you wanted, well… it’s a magazine but I think it’s what you want.”

“Thanks.” A thought lingered in your mind, “Hey Spike?”

“Yeah?”

“Where’s Twilight?”

“Upstairs, Why?”

You can’t believe your ears, “Why? What do you mean, why? Don’t you know what’s happening outside?”

He cocked his head slightly, “What’s happening outside?”

“I cant believe-” You remember the passage you read while Spike was upstairs.

“Spike, read this.” You open the book to the page and point him to the passage.

He read for a few minutes as you listened, finally he finished up, “-meaning only males can succeed in fulfilling their sexual desires.”

“However, if these desires do not get relieved, females will turn to a primitive state, resorting to rape and other such things to accomplish their new goal. Many forget they have wings or magic however, it is believed that this could be the brain’s way to stimulate some physical contact. A final note, as this time goes on, their desire to be bred continues to grow so it would be best to avoid women that are ‘under the weather’.”

He closed the book, “What does this have to do with anything?”

“That’s happening here in Ponyville right now, except with every single girl.”

“Oh.” Spike rubbed his chin, “That explains why Twilight was acting all…” His voice drifted off.

“She was acting exactly how you want Rarity to act towards you?” You deadpan.

“Yeah…” He sighed dreamily, his mind slipping off into a void, only to return when he realized what he had said, “No! Its just
that- I mean-”

You cant help but chuckle at his attempts to cover up his feelings for Rarity, “Relax, you little player, I didn’t come here to pick on you,” You open the magazine without looking, “I only need information.”

“Okay, let me just…” You look down at the magazine and notice the lacking of words, but it was mostly just pictures of women participating in some questionable activities.

“Well, what does it say?” Spike says while trying to read over the top of the magazine.
Ignoring Spike, you mutter, “Why would Twilight have a porno magazine?”

“What?”

Talking to nobody in particular, you lightly laugh, “Well what-do-you-know, Twilight is a les-“

‘Oi! You cant tell Spike that she’s a lesbian! It would scar him for life.’

‘Well... she did attempt to ravish Spike. She bi you reckon?’

‘Who gives a shit, in your hand is a porno and Spikes trying to read it.’

“Okayyy.” You slam the porno shut, “nothing in here is of use, let’s get going before we-”

Much to your annoyance, Spike cut you off, “Hey, about before, I really don’t see what’s so wrong with all that physical contact stuff.”

“…what?” You stare at him, utterly befuddled as to what he was talking about.

“About… the physical contact? You mean the rape unwanted pregnancies? That’s just what happens to the women that manage to claim a prize, guys that get dominated can have their seed leeched so bad they suffer from dehydration, cock burn/ bleed and all other kinds of penal problems. Is there nothing wrong with that?”

Finishing your speech, you take notice of Spike, who now, was shaking where he stood with wide eyes, “I- I-“

You realise that you may have been a little hard on him, “You didn’t know, but now you do so lets get moving before Twilight gets down here and finds me.”

As if on queue, the door was slammed shut and the blinds closed rejecting any light that attempted to enter the room.
Twilights voice rings out through the darkness in a seductive tone, “Somebody call?”

You chunter, “Aghh balls.”

Twilights voice rang out again, “Hmm… well, I'm a librarian and I seem to have noticed that somebody has an overdue book. I assume that’s why you’re here so that’ll be ten bits.”

“Wha- I don’t have ten bits… how’d you even remember that?”

“Oh?” She let out a light giggle, “Your book’s overdue and you can’t pay me. At least, not with bits anyways.” A hot breath tickles the back of your neck making you shiver.

‘Wow… she’s roleplaying?’

‘No, I believe it’s, ‘Wow, she’s roleplaying and she’s still getting the better of you.’ You’re dumber than I thought.’

‘What if I beat her at her own game like I did with Rainbow Dash?’

‘It only worked on Rainbow Dash because she is really, really stupid. I doubt it will work on Twilight so don’t expect any miracles.’

‘Okay, forget the plan then.’ You clear your throat, “Uhh, Twilight? How exactly am I supposed to pay you back?”

Twilight had snuck up behind you and gave you a quick nip on the ear forcing you to yelp, however when you look around there is nothing but darkness.

‘Yeah, that isn’t happening.’

A strange feeling began to surge inside you; it was a strange mixture between rage and fear, but any fear that you had dared to feel for the bookworm quickly by rage, “Twilight!”

Light burst into the room illuminating it as the window covers rise again by the will of Twilight’s magic.

She sighed, “I’m getting the feeling that you don’t want to do this.”

You deadpan, “You mean have sex with a princess?”

“Yeah…” She blushed, “…that. All I want now is to know is why not?”

“Okay, before this conversation takes a turn for the worse and I offend you, let me just say that is isn’t your looks, personality or prestige, ‘cause all that, I would want to change. The only reason I'm not on the floor with you now is because you don’t really want to have sex with me.”

Twilight just stood there quizzically, trying to make sense of what you were saying before finally speaking up, “…I don’t get it.”

“Think about this, why do you want to ‘make a little Prince or Princess’ with me now.”

“Because when I came downstairs and saw you I – I felt… alive, and when I saw you I got… horny,” She was blushing furiously by this point, but continued “I got all wet and wanted you to-“ She stopped herself before she delved too deep in thought.

“Listen Twilight,” You walk up to her and grab her shoulder, “You know as well as I do as to why you want me. You know that you don’t truly want to…” You clear your throat, “to fuck me.”

You walk to the door and slightly open it before looking to Twilight and saying, “How about this, if you wanna ‘do it’ then see me next week and I’d be happy to oblige.”

You wink at her forcing a blush from her before something else crosses your mind, “Spike, your coming with me,” You look at a cherry-faced Twilight, “For safety purposes.”

“U-uhh… okay?”

The adolescent cautiously took up a position behind you and made ready for your departure.

So the two of you set out onto the road and formulate a plan. After a mutual agreement, the two of you decide that fending a source of food needs to be priority number one.

With your newfound companion, you set off to sugarcube corner once again filling in the sexual neophyte on the basics. However, you can’t help but feel as though you two are not the only ones around, be the stranger either a man or woman, you stay on your toes.

After another five minutes or so, Spike was jumping for joy, “Yay! We’re here!”

“Oi!” You hiss, “Keep it down, we’re here for the cupcakes then we can leave.”

Spikes eyes met his feet, “But can’t we stop and say hi to Pinkie Pie.” He stopped for a moment before giggling slightly at his rhyme.

“Oh yeah.” Your eyes roll, “Let’s say hi to Pinkie so she can make mini Pinkies with us. What a great idea.”

“Okay, geez. You don’t need to be so rude about it.”

You slowly open the creaking saloon styled doors to Sugarcube Corner in an attempt to fill the bottomless pit that is your stomach.

Through the darkness, shines an digital clock which reads, ‘6:17p.m’, you gently whisper to Spike, “It’s getting late, just grab some food so we can get out of here, I’ll watch the door.”

“Alright,” Spike gulped, “Here I go.” He crept into the darkness though still knowing exactly what was where due to his frequent visits. ‘Only Celestia knows what those two get up to.’

‘Hey asshat. Watch the door like you said.’

‘Oh joy, your back.’

‘I never left.’

‘Please do.’

‘I'm your brain, if I left then your body would become a potato and die, idiot.’

‘If you’re my brain then by calling me an idiot you’re actually calling yourself an idiot, idiot.’

‘That’s the smartest thing you’ve said all day.’

‘Why thank you.’

‘No, thank me.’

You grip your hair out of frustration, ‘Ughh, your infuriating.’

‘No, you are.’

“Heeeeeelp!”

‘Shit.’ You call out to Spike, “Hang on, i'm coming.”

Multiple female voices squealed at the sound of yours.

“Isn’t that wonderific?” A strangely familiar voice rang out in a singsong tone, “He’s cumming!!!”

You hear the rumbling sound of footsteps crashing down the numerous hallways, ‘Think fast, how can I save Spike?’

‘Perhaps a decoy strategy as you have done with your previous encounters.’

‘Yeah… maybe.’ You look around the darkened room, praying for something to spark innovation for an ingenious plan, ‘I got it.’

‘I know what you’re going to do and it’s the least imaginative thing I have ever heard of, it’ll invigorate the predators which attempt to seek you out, so good luck.’

You concentrate for a moment allowing you to muster a yell loud enough to shake the walls, “Spike! I’ll meet you back in the library!”

Feeling a tug of anxiety, you head behind the counter and allow yourself to be adsorbed into the shadows, playing to any divine being that the emotional rapists will take the bait and go to the library.

‘Shit, here they come,’ The anxiety growing worse and worst with each passing second as streams of bodies flood out of the building and onto the street.

You exhale, quickly but ever so quietly close the front door and set off to maintain Spikes virginity.

-Elsewhere-

The captain of the Royal guard stood tall as he commanded his troops during an… unusual assignment, “No, I said bookshelves, tables then chairs! Our mages can’t keep the Princesses asleep forever and we need to be ready for when they rise.” The guards took the chairs away from the near ceiling-high door and proceeded to replace them with tables.

He shouted out to his small company whilst they slaved away, “Hear that? The princesses are not to leave their quarters. If we succeed then I'm granting double pay and a round of drinks on me, if not… well then you can enjoy the company of our princesses.” The last part forced a wholehearted laugh from some of the more decorated soldiers, and a blush from the rookies amongst them.

‘Damn it,’ Thought resentfully, ‘I should be at home enjoying Cadence, not sealing the Princesses away.’ He pushed through his feelings and continued on his mission, even though that deep down in his heart he knew they would fail.

Author's Note

Aaaaand cut! Thats a wrap people.
So, as in the description this is my first story so I would appreciate constructive criticism though I have all my fingers crossed you enjoyed it.
This was inspired by the first few chapters of a manga called 'Girls of the Wild's' for anyone who is wondering, (http://mangafox.me/manga/girls_of_the_wild_s/c000/1.html)
I hope you enjoyed and I will make haste to post another chapter soon.
Oh, and I know that I used the word 'Penal' out of context but it kinda fits so it stays.

The Pink Puppet of Instinct

Without wasting time, you double check that all the blinds and the door are shut before turning the lights on so you can stop bumping into shit. You trip, landing headfirst a wall, ‘Aghh, motherfu-‘

‘Hey! You mind?’

‘Sorry.’

With the light turned on, you make your way upstairs to rescue Spike, “Spike! Where are you?”

“In Pinkies ro- mmph!” Spikes voice was cut off and replaced with a distorted muffling sound. You have no idea where Pinkies room is but you were able to take a fair guess when you found the door with the pink hearts all over it… never have you been so wrong in your life.

You swiftly open a door without deeming it necessary to knock. You burst into the room to find Mr And Mrs Cake going hard at it over the dining room table. Your entrance is followed by a series of screams from both the Cakes and yourself as you hastily stumble out of the room, slamming the door shut as you exit with your eyes watering.

Leaning on the door, you bury your head in your hands and tremble, ‘Never again… never EVER again.’

The thought of Spike still needing savour forces you to push onwards down the hallway, past several doors until finally you reach a door with muffled shouts and bubbly laughter echoing around it.

You pause for a moment, ‘…should I knock?’

‘I dunno man, after what happened back there.’

‘Yeah, but Spike needs our help.’

‘I know, it’s just that I don’t know if I can take another of that.’

You hear a familiar bubbly voice, “Spike’s shuttle, you are cleared to land in docking bay Pinkie.”

Time is not on your side with this one, you force yourself to make a decision.

You gulp, ‘Here goes.’ You open the ever so slowly, making sure to peek around the edge of the door to avoid a case of Déjà vu. You flick the lights on, horrifying you as both Pinkie and Spike come into view.

Spike was butt naked with all four appendages tied to the bedposts with his miniature penis standing upright in a raging erection and Pinkie was preparing to land Spikes ‘Shuttle’ into her docking bay. You cant help but notice a hot wet liquid soaking Pinkie’s inner thighs.

‘If your gonna do something, I suggest you do it now.’

You dash across the room to the bed where the whole scene would be reaching its climax (wink wink), you are about to grab Pinkie and get her off Spike before a thought strikes you, ‘Where do I grab her?’

‘Anywhere retard, just do it.’

Positioned behind Pinkie, you reach your arms around her stomach and proceed to pull with all your might but due to the angle, your efforts have little effect, only making Pinkie moan at the contact.

‘That the best you can do?’

You forcefully reach over Pinkie’s body and grab her forearms, unfortunately the position you were now in now had you mounting over Spikes attacker with the front of your pants grinding against her lower lips. After a few hard pull and some unwanted close contact down below, you pull Pinkie back off the bed, making her back land directly on you.

With the crushing weight of Pinkie Pie on top of you, you still manage to wrap your arms and legs around her, restricting all movement. Well, almost all movement.

Your bondage on her was only enough for her arms and legs and unfortunately for you, her torso was still able to move freely. Pinkie Pie, noticing where the restraints were lacking, started violently throwing her body up and down.

A warm fluid begins to seep into the front of your pants as the Wicked Pie changes her pattern, manipulating the movements of her ass so it is now slowly taking your pants off, “Spike, hurry up and free yourself!”

“I almost-“ He squirmed around a little more before you heard a snapping sound, “There, got it!” He raised himself from the bed, quickly donned his clothing and made way to the exit.

‘Now how an I gonna get Pinkie off me without ending up how Spike was?’

‘Well, it seems that Pinkie is kind of an animal when it comes to sex, so maybe you could try petting her.’

‘Petting her!?’

‘Yeah, you know, stroke her like a cat or something.’

This would have been the last thing that came to mind but meh, why not give it a go. You release your left hand from Pinkie and reach down and begin to tenderly stroke her vagina.

With your face as red as a cherry, you think, ‘I cant believe this is happening.’ Soon, Pinkie stops her violent movements and begins to lightly quiver at the new sensation.

‘I meant to stroke her head, not her freaking vagina you fucking moron! And is that how you treat cats?!’

‘…what?’ You freeze, completely encumbered with a mixture of embarrassment and shame. The lacking of sexual stimulation made the pink machine of sex roar back to life, continuing to lower your pants again bit by bit.

‘It was working, I never said stop! Start again! Start again!’

Once again you begin to feverishly rub her tender nethers, soaking your hand in her warm fluids. Pinkie Pie repeated her last with quivering, well no, this was more like a continuous shudder.

After a good ten seconds, you decide, ‘I don’t want to do this anymore.’ You roll Pinkie to the side and make a dash for the exit, distracted by the lukewarm dripping sensation in both your pants and your hand, you hardly manage to make it to the door and close it after Pinkie had made herself a projectile on an intercept course with your crotch. Luckily, you made it and was now holding the door shut with your dry hand to avoid slipping.

From the other side of the door, Pinkie’s eyes dropped and her vision blurred as the area around her eyes were soaking in fresh tears. She sat down against the door, hugging her knees as the first perfectly rounded drop fell from her delicate, tender skin. She wanted to go after you and claim her prize, but she didn’t care anymore for she knew that her feelings for you were untrue and all she wanted to do was cry.

“…let’s get out of here.” You murmur after finally having enough of listening to Pinkie’s pitiful sobs. You find yourself alone with Spike again, idly walking down the halls of Sugarcube Corner.

You feel a sense of triumph as your eye catches a gleam from some white floor tiles, ‘A bathroom!’ You rush in, turn on the tap and vigorously wash your hands, ecstatic that Pinkie’s juices are finally departing from your hand. However in your head lies a different problem.

‘You feel sorry for her huh?’

‘I’d be lying if I said I didn’t.’

‘So yes?’

‘Hey, let me ask you something, why are you being so nice all of a sudden?’

‘Would you prefer it if I reverted to my previous behaviour?’

‘Just curious.’

‘And that is how you will remain.’

You sigh, ‘So your not going to tell me, that’s fine.’ While you are washing your hands, you can’t help but notice the electric toothbrush lying idly next to the bath. With Pinkie in mind, you grab the toothbrush and hurry to her room giving your heart a pang when her crying comes into earshot. You knock on the door, “Pinkie?”

‘What are you doing?’

“Pinkie? I'm sorry if I teased you like that but I'm doing my best to avoid the ass-fest outside so it would be unfair for me to have at you.” You press your ear against the door, warming your heart when you hear nothing, you continue, “Anyways, I'm leaving you a little something I found at the door which I think you’ll find a good use for.”

You place the electric toothbrush down just outside the door and head back to your original target with Spike; The cupcakes. You stuff a cupcake in your mouth out of sheer desperation since you haven’t eaten all day. Spike grabbed a carry bag from under the counter and filled it with twelve large cupcakes before you made your way outside.

“Okay Spike,” You whisper, “ It’s almost sunset so I think we should head to the edge of the Everfree forest and sleep there high up in a tree.”

“Are you kidding!?” Spike ‘quietly’ exclaimed, “That place is scary and dangerous! We could die!”

“That’s the idea, even in heat I doubt any of those wenches would dare risk their lives and make their way out there. Besides, you have a better idea?”

“I- But… Fine.” Spike reluctantly agreed, allowing the two of you to silently make your way through Ponyville. Keeping to your gut, you remain in your task of keeping an eye out for any signs of trouble, then there’s Spike, who was stuffing his face full of cupcakes, oblivious to the fact that he was leaving a crumb trail.

The sky was lit with a bright with a beautiful golden colour as the sun descended over the hills of Sweet Apple Acres earning a gaze of pure awe from you. You smile at the sight of sunrays shining through the trees, the glistening of shiny apples, ‘Wait… apples?’

You mentally face palm, ‘How the hell didn’t I think of that? Sweet. APPLE. Acres. It was so obvious!’

‘Hey numb nuts, instead of complaining, why don’t we just go there tomorrow?’

‘Yeah, it’d make a good lunch, we can life off the cupcakes for now.’ You grab an orange-coated cupcake and allow your self to take a bite, letting the heavily frosted cupcake to dissolve in your mouth. The taste made you feel pure bliss causing alarm for a moment at the thought of it being drugged with something but honestly, you were too tired to give a damn.

Your ears prick at a faint, high pitch noise, “There they are!” They had finally caught up with you and now it was time to take the lead again. You lightly tap Spike on the shoulder, “C’mon, We gotta go.”

Feeling the beating of your heart quicken after a few minutes of medium paced jogging, you start to worry about Spike, who seemed just about ready to throw up his previous cupcake fest. ‘If Spike can’t survive this kind of physical exertion, there’s no way he can survive the Everfree, time for a change in destination.’

You grab Spike’s shoulder and wheel him to the around to the right, setting a course for your new destination. Spike starts to cough and splutter, “Come on, we’re almost there.” You look ahead to see the glistening of apple trees growing ever so close.

“Spike,” You pant, “We’re going. To need. To be quiet. Or we could.” You cough, “Could get shot.”

Spike almost tripped and face planted, “What!”

You hiss, “Just stay low and be quiet.” On command, Spike crouch-runs as you see it it come over the ridge and into view, Sweet Apple Acres, you made it.

“Spike, make a run for the barn, when you make it, climb.”

Spike wheezed, “Okay.”

You slow your low approach, making full use of the tall grass as you draw nearer to the barn, which is soon to be your temporary haven. Not a moment too soon as well, the grunts, moans and a few distinguishable words from before began to come into earshot.

You hear someone say something that temporarily captures your full attention, "C'mon ladies, the crumbs lead this way."

'Crumbs? ...oh Spike you fucking moron.' You grimace, 'You have caused me nothing but problems since I found you.' Pushing that thought to the back of your mind, you focus on the more immediate problem.

The Whored.

Upon their arrival to the tall grass, they pan out in a messy search pattern to try and find you. You high tail it next to the barn because you know what’s going to happen next.

Through the window of the Sweet Apple household, you spy a silhouette of a beefy character behind the blinds. The blinds opened to reveal Big Mac holding a loaded club shotgun, he pointed to the sky and let out a warning shot, sending an ear-splitting crack through the atmosphere.

With both Big Mac shotgun man and the Whored distracted, your brain registers how exposed you would be if you attempted to climb. It would be almost certain that you would get either shot or raped.

‘That leaves climbing out of the option unless I want to get shot.’

You sneak behind the barn and head towards the orchard in the hopes of finding food, and what a hope that was.

‘There is food everywhere!’

‘They’re farmers you wad.’

‘You’ve been awfully quiet today.’

‘I'm just tired, gimme a rest and I’ll be a smartass again just for you.’

‘That’d be nice.’

‘Really?’

You laugh, ‘Hell no.’

‘Asshole.’

You chuckle to yourself as you climb an apple tree and take up a lax position on a branch and proceed to munch on a sweet apple. Dropping the almost bare apple core, you descend from the tree and head to the barn to check on… ‘Oh crap, Spike!’ You remember him leaving you before Big Mac's shotgun fun-fun.

You begin to climb the barn, surprising yourself at how easy it was on a not so empty stomach. You feel your foot slip as you apply pressure on it. Your whole body slips back and begins to be consumed in the bitter clutches of gravity, but you are too quick, you grab onto a pipe, swinging your body back towards the barn wall.

This part you had not thought of yet; the landing. Your body lands flat on the barn wall with an audible clunky noise ringing out from the tin.

‘Real subtle, how would one put it? As quiet as a mouse.’

‘Hmmph. Would it be safe to assume that you made me do that?’

‘It would most certainly be wrong to accuse me of such things.’

‘Well, knowing you…’

‘I’ll have you know that any pain you feel, I also feel.’

‘I’ll keep that in mind.’

‘You’re hilarious.’

‘What? ...’ You hang there a moment, trying to figure out your joke, ‘Ohhh, I get it, keeping it in mind! That’s comedic gold right there.’ You crack a laugh while hanging around.

‘You really are annoyingly stupid.’

‘Anytime.’

Feeling the need to press on, you find a foothold and continue to climb and finally managing to flop onto the roof, without falling this time.

You look around but there really isn’t much to see now that the moon has taken the place of Celestia’s sun. However, the one thing that you do take notice of is Spike, snoring away in the centre of the roof. A yawn escapes you as you lay down a few feet away and drift into a dreamless slumber.

-Elsewhere-

The captain of the sleepy guard had been doing this for twelve hours! In his entire career, never had he been so bored on any mission, it turns out that ordering troops to stack cabinets, tables and chairs and any other heavy shit that they could find lying around, gets old fast. Finally though, the time for this squad of guards to rest and allow another to take their place. "Okay," He yawned, "Squad two, take over, squad one, you're dismissed until 2000 hours tomorrow. You will be taking the place of squad three so be ready." As squad two took control over the new situation, those of squad one who were still conscious cheered as they departed to either the shower room or to their bunks.

Author's Note

Im honestly surprised at how well received this story was. Im genuinely happy that not only did I get an entire thirty one likes and a stunning five comments (thank you), but ONLY seven dislikes. I've seen some new story's with far worse so I think i'll just keep doing what i'm doing... or at least what I did with the last chapter.

I felt kinda out of it when writing this chapter, I really can't explain it but I didn't feel right about it whilst writing but after a proofread or two I thought it must be my imagination.

ALSO! Kudos to Tardis of Dr Whooves, who posted their comment saying, 'I sense Pinkie rape. c:' AS SOON AS I had written about Pinkie's docking bay, I laughed for a good five minutes over that.

Please leave a comment, it would be greatly appreciated to hear what others have to think about my works (even if it is negative).

Apple of my Eye

You are awake… kind of, you’re conscious at least but your body refuses to respond, like you’re in a limbo of sorts. In your half-conscious state, you feel a sensation of sorts encasing your body as you try to wake up.

‘Umm... am I wet?’

‘Geez dude… you’re a guy.’

You sigh, ‘I know that! Did I ever say that I was wet in the loins? No, I'm actually wet.’

Your brain laughs, ‘Maybe that’s how this horde infects you. With a zombie bite, you turn into one of them so maybe if-’

‘If your implying that I'm turning into a woman then let me just stop you there.’ The sensation grows more and more evident to your senses, ‘Can’t you feel it? We are wet.’

‘Gross.’

‘Quit fucking around! We need to wake up, something’s wrong.’

‘Like how wet you are.’

‘Yeah, that’s getting pretty old, now can you wake me up or somethi- AGHH!’ The sensation that encases your thoughts grew ever so cold, seeping into your head then slowly crept down your spine. Soon, it came to be unbearable as you slip back into a void.

You bolt upright, shivering from the sensation that still tickles your nerves. ‘What the hell was that?’ You look up and cop a face full of water, ‘Oh… it’s raining.’

You hear the continuous rippling sound from the waters impact on the roof of the barn… that seems to be exactly where you are. You pat you body all over and feel that you are soaked from head to toe in icy rain water.

‘Oh fuck it’s raining!’ You your head turns and your eyes scan for Spike through the darkness. There... he seems to be completely devoid of any effects apart from his green hair falling flat over his eyes and even through all the noise of the rain, his snoring can still be heard.

‘Hey, uhh... it turns out you were right.’

‘No shit.’

‘So you mind getting me indoors? I'm freezing my ass off up here.’

‘Yeah, but I'm bringing Spike, no way in hell I'm leaving him up here.’

Your brain sighs, ‘If you must.’ You heave yourself up from the cold tiled roof of the barn and pick up Spike, preparing to abandon ship.

‘We can just jump down right? It’s not that far.’

‘If you break your leg or something then it’s you own fault.’

‘Yeah, yeah, I know-woah! Totally rethinking this.' You look down off the edge of the barn and notice that you cant see the ground at this time. You would be able to get down if Spike weren't in your grasp but unfortunately, he was.

'Hey, you know there's this cool thing called gravity?'

'I'm not dropping him off the edge.'

'C'mon, if the rain doesn't wake him up then there's no way a little fall will get to him. Think about it, it's him or us.'

Sighing, you think, 'What I hate most about this is that it makes sense.' You look at the teenager you hold in you arms, 'And I suppose if you do happen to wake up then I can just say you fell.' You gulp, peering over the edge into the dark abyss, 'Bon voyage little buddy.'

With all your might, you heave Spike from your grasp and plunge him over the edge and into the darkness waiting below. 'Now that's dealt with.'

You peer over the edge of the roof to see that his head smashed into a wooden crate that was lying idly on the ground.

‘…there was one thing on the ground. ONE THING! And you manage to score a direct hit.’

‘I was shooting blindly.’

‘Well open your eyes for a change and you might get something right for a change.’

‘Hey!’ You sharpen the tone of your thoughts, ‘You’re the brains of this operation so don’t blame me for your mistakes.’

‘I… I have nothing to say about that.’

‘Nothing helpful at least, now get us down from here.’

You swing yourself over the edge and hold onto the gutter, with you momentum, you launch onto a pile of neatly stacked wooden crates.

Your face holds a smug grin, 'Nailed it.'

The pile begins to wobble like it was a game of Jenga. You can feel it, back and forth, back and forth until suddenly.

CRASH

…no response. ‘Excellent,’ You stumble out of the pile of wood crates keeping you near-miss from yesterday in mind. You pick up your friend, which may now be slightly concussed, and carry him into the barn.

You gently place Spike on a bale of hay and begin searching for any tools or supply’s. You shiver, ‘Or some dry clothes.’ But like outside, it’s as murky as the bottom of the ocean, severely reducing sight.

After a brief search, you manage to dig out an old blanket from it’s dusty grave and flick the dust off. You take all your clothes off (except for your undies), wrap yourself in the blanket’s fluffy goodness and fall asleep again in an oversized wheelbarrow, safe and dry.

Three Hours Later…

Awake again, groaning at the prospect of waking up and being playing sex tag during rutting season. You recall the events of last night, ‘Right, Spikes head.’

You raise yourself from the wheelbarrow and part with blanket to go and check on him. There, he’s sleeping… with a rope tying him to a wooden column.

‘…did I do that?’

‘Like you’d know how to tie a knot, you struggle with shoelaces.’

‘That was one time, leave it alone.’

You hear a sigh, ‘Until next time.’

You look around for the rope wrangler thinking, ‘Maybe someone tied him up and left him there for later, like a spider with a fly.’

‘Well,’ You think, ‘whoever it was, it wasn’t Applejack, she’s over there sleeping on the bench with her limbs tied up.’ Reminding you of yesterday with Spike at Pinkie’s.

Still look out the barn door and see that it’s almost dawn, when it hits you, ‘Wait… Applejack? Why was she on the bench anyways?’ You look back and see four ropes lying uselessly on the four corners of the bench, with no Applejack.

You sigh before you’re struck from behind with a wooden plank making your lose consciousness.

Later…

Receiving a face full of water, you hear, “Up an’ at ‘em lazy bones! We don’t got much time.”

“Huh…?” You open your eyes and notice your visions as foggy as Froggy Bottom Bog. You wriggle you body, taking into awareness that your body is hog-tied and your clothes, well… they didn’t stick around for the party.

Your captor laughs triumphantly, “I suggest ya forget about strugglin’ sugarcube, your going to need your strength for what I got in store for ya.” She winked.

‘Great,’ You skulk, ‘My arms are bound to my legs and my clothes decided to run off somewhere, and I cant do a damned thing about it.’

You shake your head to clear your vision. Now getting a clear view of Applejack, she was wearing an orange and white checked shirt with it being shortened by a knot an inch below her bosom. She also wore a pair of needlessly short blue denim pants and of course, her Stetson hat.

You struggle again, giving off another chuckle from Applejack, “Sorry. Ah wouldn’t have ya like this if I hadn’t heard of what ya did to Rainbow.”

She knelt down, holding her 'private apples' in front of your face, “Wouldn’t want anythin’ happening to ma' girls now would I?” You shake your head. “Coz if you try anythin’, y’all regret it.” She looked meaningfully at your private area.

“Now,” She cut the rope that held your hands and feet together whilst still keeping them tied to their respective groups, “Get ready ‘cause I'm- uhh, I'm going to buck you into next week.” She said, sounding slightly unsure of herself.

“Applejack?” You ask, “I know it’s rutting season and all but,” You clear your throat, “Have you… ever done this before?”

She scoffed, “O’ course I have! What would make ya think otherwise? Ya know, there was this one time-” She began, trying desperately to prove her point whilst you wrestled with the ropes on your arms.

“-an’ I had him tied up and everything,” She thought for a moment, “just like now I suppose, but you aint’ drunk so I suppose this aint’ really the same as-”

Your commanding voice cuts her off, “Applejack,” She shuts up, “for your information I really don’t care, nor do I need the details. But I still don’t believe you little Miss ‘element of honesty’.”

“First of all, you are a terrible liar and second of all,” You look into here emerald eyes, “I know you, and I know that you wouldn’t do that because you have eyes for somebody.”

You continue, still looking into her beautiful eyes, “I have eyes for somebody too, Applejack, and I’d be betraying her if I let you go through with this, and you would be betraying your special someone too.”

She was trembling as she looked down upon you, staring up at her, you let her tears fall down onto your naked body, “Your right,” She sobbed, “Your right. Just like always, your right.”

‘You really are a true gentleman, you know that right?’

‘No, actually, that’s probably the first time I've ever heard it from somebody that isn’t myself… its too bad you are me.’

‘So who was it?’

‘What?’

‘The girl who has actually managed to catch your eye, who is she?’

You blissfully smile for a moment, staring at the cowgirl trying to withhold her tears, ‘We’re looking at her.’

‘That… kinda makes a load of sense when you think about it I guess.’ Mr Brain replied sounding slightly off-put.

‘Yeah well, shut up and let me enjoy the moment... and I thought you would already have known that?’ You thought as you continued your heart-warming embrace.

“Hey, what’s going on here!?” A childish voice practically screamed from his fixed position against the pillar, “You told me that you don’t want to have sex during this week, neither should I. So why are you!?”

“Does it look like AJ and I are having at eachother?” You say through your teeth, mumbling just loud enough for him to hear you, “Geez, trust you to ruin a heartfelt moment.”

“Hey!” His voice turned to anger (or as angry as Spike can sound), “I happen to be the cause of most heartfelt moment.”

“Meaning what?” You sneer, “You’re the most insecure or the bunch?”

Spike was about to think of some witty comeback before Applejack stepped in, “Could you two jus’ quit it!”

She knelt down and began to untie your feel after finally realising you had broken free of her hand-bindings, “Listen, if your gonna survive out there then I suggest y’all behave an’ get along.”

You feel the rope loosen from your feet and you get free and stand up, “By the way, Applejack?”

“Hmm?”

“Where are my clothes?”

“Oh!” Her face brightened like a cherry, “T- they’re over b-behind the wheelbarrow.”

“Right,” You walk to where she instructed and put them on, now feeling a sense of self-security again. “Spike, get ready, we’re leaving.”

“Fine," Spike snapped, "I'm ready when you are.”

“Oh, right,” You grumble, “Applejack never took off your clothes.”

Applejack’s face had somehow turned even redder as she attempted to put on a pouting face, “Y’all jus’ scram before I change mah mind.”

Spike saluted briefly, “Yes ma’am Applejack.”

“Right,” You say, opening the large wooden door, allowing the blinding light of day in, “Lets go.”

“Wait.” Applejack said quietly, her tone suddenly matching one which would be used by Fluttershy, “About that the girl who caught your eye,” her gaze met the floor, “can… can ya’ tell me who she is?”

You gently hold her chin and lift her emerald gaze to meet your, “She happens to be an apple farmer, much like yourself.”

Applejack smiled and put a hand to her hip, “Oh really? Do I know her?”

“You have no idea how close.”

“Oh really? Because I think I'm starting to get the picture." The two of you moved closer together but were once again interrupted by a green haired teen, “Hey,” Spike grabber your arm and pulled you away, “We were leaving, let’s continue to do so.”

‘What a spoil sport.’

‘You have no idea.’

The two of you (or three if you count Mr. Brain) were walking into the orchard when you heard an ear-splitting crack in the distance.

Spike quivered, “What was that?”

“No idea… unless.” The noise returned as a section of bark on the tree next to you exploded, “Spike, run!”

Looking back at the house, you spy the figure from yesterday in the window holding what appeared to be a large rod of sorts… or a shotgun, either way, the two of you make a scilent agreement to make yourselves scarce.

Five minutes later a seeing trees going past, Spike looks like he’s run a marathon and you wouldn’t mind a quick stop either. Spike pants, “How do you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Run without tiring.” He wheezed, “I mean, I’ve never seen you work out.”

“Well…” you ponder, “I guess I don’t get into bad shape, so I guess that leaves me in good shape.”

Your accomplice cocked hid head to the side, “Does that even make sense?”

“No idea.”

The voice of a slightly decrepit, elderly woman whisps through the trees, "Come now Applebloom, these seeds aint' gonna plant 'emselves."

After a quick exchanging of horrified glances between you and Spike, you get up and dash blindly into a tree, knocking you out cold once more.

Author's Note

Yeah... I know. I month and a half. My brainz has been overloaded with all kinda of crap with assignments and school stuff. This would have been out a couple of weeks ago but things have been slightly dramatic at my school lately with a boy in the year below me passing away to cancer soo... yeah. That however is no excuse, I can swear that I will try to post a bit more frequently whilst trying to make it better than this chapter, (im not too sure about it now but I have something awesome planned for later ;) )

Also, I meant to address this in the previous author notes but completely forgot; when I posted the first chapter, I was asked by someone, "How anthro are we talking here?" and there was something about RD's shaved legs in there too, the best way to describe the anthro here would be the equestria girls after transformation thingy, how they have wings and horns and... whatever it is that earth ponies have (superhero steroids?)

Hope to post again soon, cyaz :p

Help from a Veteran

"Ughh..." You awaken with a rhythmic throbbing feeling pounding the inside of your skull. You force your eyes open, attempting to withstand the brilliant light of Celestia's sun accompanied by what seemed to you like a mass of mixed colours.

You remember why you're here, "I smashed into a tree."

'Do you remember why you smashed into a tree?'

"Because... I saw Granny Smith and Applebloom."

'And you were scared because...?'

"Because..." You mutter out loud before screaming, "THEY'RE GONNA RAPE ME!"

You have known Granny Smith for as long as you can remember, she even helped you out of a jam involving a money one time and has always been there for you. To you, she's the sweetest old lady that ever lived, but for some reason, the image of the stout old lady's bare wrinkly body jiggling around as it bounced up and down on your pelvis didn't sit well at all.

The voice of the lady in your sick little 'fantasy' drifted into your ears, "Nobody is gonna rape yer."

"Huh?"

Your eyes finally refocus, allowing you to see the two Apples clearly, the older one covering the younger's ears, "Now you'd better explain what yer doin' on my farm before I go grab Big Mac and tell 'im to bring Lil' Mac."

"Little Mac?" You gulp, "Who's that?"

The old lady cackled, "She's Big Mac's twelve gauge, double barrel baby, she is."

"I think we've been acquainted." To avoid the reunion between you and she shotgun dubbed, 'Lil' Mac,' you explain what's happening in the most dignified way possible, "Spike and I are only here because the town is full of cock-hungry sluts and we are out looking for game to hunt." Looking around, you ask, "...speaking of Spike, where is he?"

"Up here." You look up to see Spike laying comfortably on the branch of a tree, "And thank you for finally noticing."

"Yeah, whatever." You say, waving him off and turning back to Granny Smith and Applebloom, "Anyways, as thankful as I am for this, I must ask; why aren't you and Applebloom, you know... acting like the rest of the females?"

Granny Smith laughed again, "Sonny, I hit menopause years ago an' Applebloom here ain't of age yet so yer have nothing to fear from us."

Finally, it was Applebloom's turn to speak, "S'cuse me mister, what's rape?"

"Umm..." The voice in your head laughed, 'Real smooth, dunbass'

"Shut up brain, you cant even spell."

'Wha- dunbass? ...dammit.'

"Yeah, got nothing to say on that, don't yo-"

'Hey idiot,' a demanding voice lapsed over yours, 'little girl asking about rape here, what are you going to do about that?'

"Wha...? Oh, right!"

The voice of the decrepit granny knocked you out of brain-talk mode, "Well tell us then, what's rape? Me and Applebloom 'ere want to know."

"Uhh..." You could have told her at this point that 'rape is simply sex without consent' but that would require an extra explanation or two, so naturally, you did what you thought was easiest; brush her off, "Applebloom, im sure you could go and ask Big Mac what rape is. I think he's in the barn."

"Okay, thanks mister." And with that, Applebloom happily and unknowingly trudged away.

"Hey Applebloom, by the way," You call out to her, "Only let Big Mac tell you what rape is, dont let him show you." Applebloom shouted something in reply but her tiny voice wasn't clear enough. You eyes turn to Granny Smith whose hand was flying at a blinding speed, followed by a painful *slap* leaving a red imprint of a hand across your face.

"I guess I deserved that." You say, tenderly rubbing your face.

The brain voice started up again in a laugh, 'Oi, you forgot to tell her that Big Mac's probably going to be tying up a naked Applejack who has a soaking wet vagina.'

You pinch the bridge of your nose, "For the love of Celestia or whatever God out there, SHUT UP, JUST SHUT UP!"

Spike said from his position in the tree, "Uh... you okay? Just thought you should know that nobody's talking." His voice was obviously troubled.

"What?" Realising that you had just said that out loud, you decide to make a new subject. "Hey, Granny Smith, what's it like to be part of the whored?" You say but Spikes sceptical gaze remains true.

She laughed in response, "I was never part of that, I went hunting solo and boy did I grab a haul." Her jolly voice turned serious, "There is a good reason for that too; when I roamed, I could hear every leaf rustling and every breath taken from here to town hall, I could smell the musky scent of man sweat from even longer, I could spy every apple in the entire orchard if I wanted to."

"Soo..." Spike queried from his tree-seat, "What you saying is that they are some kind of super human sluts?"

Granny Smiths voice bounced back to its normal self, "Yup, somethin' like that."

You sigh, "Great, what's next, vampirates?"

She sniffed the air, "Vampirates or no, I dont need to be super human to smell you two, come back to the homestead and wash up."

Back at the Apple residence, after you and Spike had taken a bath (not together you silly billy :p) join the Granny Smith, on the porch talking business, "Right boys, this may seem a little rude but the two of you still stink." She paused for a moment before muttering, "Mus' be their clothes or sommin'."

Spike queried, "What about our clothes?"

"Honestly," Granny's voice piped up, "they smell like shit. There anywhere you might be able to get some new clothes? I'm sure Big Mac would help yer out but they're probably ten sizes bigger or sommin' like that."

"Well," You decide to join the conversation, "my house is off limits, it's in the middle of town so we would literally be fucked before me made it." The others nodded in affirmation, "We cant get your clothes from the library or Twilight will... pounce."

Spike scoffed, "Yeah, your point?"

You continue, "What we need is a place that we know has plenty of changes of clothes and is slightly out of the way of town."

Mr. Brain added, 'Wait for it, here's the kicker.'

You watch as a wave of excitement washed over Spikes face as he pumped his fists into the air, "RARITIES!" As Spikes joy grew, your distate for the idea followed, "No..."

Spike spat back through is clenched teeth, "What!?"

"You heard me, no." You sigh at the look of hate now directed at you, "Look, Rarity has probably heard about us by now, who'se to say that she isn't draping herself over the couch in some sexy, see-through lingerie waiting for us."

'Are you trying to make him go?'

"I admit its not my greatest argument."

"Listen," You explain, "as soon as you see her, i'm not sure you have enough restraint to not... 'go get some'. What we've been through would have been for nothing, and worst of all, if I lose you then I break my promise to Twilight."

Spikes face softened, "Promise to Twilight? To keep me safe?" He dropped his eyes to the floor and grumbled, "Fine, we'll think of somewhere else."

"Hate breakin' promises 'eyyy?" Granny Smith chimed in with a sly smile on her face, "...might tell AJ 'bout you."

Disregarding Granny Smith's attempted match making session, you stick to the task at hand, "Spike, help me think of where else we can go."

"Yeah, yeah, i'm thinking."

After a whole hour of both Spike and yourself brainstorming whilst drinking cup after cup of apple flavoured tea served to you by Granny Smith, you could think of nothing. Sighing in defeat, you groan, "Fucking awesome. Looks like we're off to Rarities."

A wrinkly hand lightly grasped a shoulder on you and your companion, "Well boys, I think it best you be off. I know I should rally the troops for a proper send off but Big Mac and Applejack are... occupied and Applebloom is... somewhere... maybe."

"Thanks for everything Granny Smith." You cheerfully wave as you make you begin the journey down the dirt pass. "Yeah, thanks old lady." Spike said casually with a half hearted wave.

The stout lady shouted back, "Who you callin' old?"

On the outskirts of Ponyville, your eyes turn to Spike who was showing no attempt to hide his excitement, "Well won't this be interesting."

Author's Note

Im just going to not start out by saying that this took a while again, but I dont care about time that much. It was a pretty short chapter but I enjoyed writing it, was feeling overly bored the last two days and this has been my entertainment.

Also, I finally got around to fixin that damn Anthro tag (really, does it matter that much???).

I won't post the next chapter until I fix up the previous one because to be honest, I hate the way it played out.

Sorry for any (many) grammar mistakes, didn't go over it that many times.
Merry Post-Christmas
Happy New Year
As always, please comment

P.S. Sorry if I mind-fucked anyone with that image of Granny Smith at the start of the chapter.

Hoodwinked

Author's Note

I was thinking of naming this chapter 'Cum at me bro' but I thought that was a little bit... homo.
At last I have released a chapter in less then a month from the last one, haven't proofread it but whatever. Please leave a comment below, I really like feedback.
Hope you enjoy!

Hoodwinked

You and Spike are sitting on a crest just outside of Ponyville. "So," Spike speaks up, "tell me again why we didn't take some of Big Mac's clothes?"

"Because..." You sigh, "No idea. If we did take his clothes then we'd probably trip over them." You think for a moment, "I don't also want to be on the run from both a crazed shotgunner AND a wild pack of horny sluts."

"True..."

The two of you returned to silence and continued to gaze at your target near the centre of town, Carousel Boutique. "Well, if we're going in, might as well do it sooner rather then later."

"Yeah," Spike paused, "What's the plan again?"

"Break into Carousel Boutique, steal some mens clothes and get out." You answer, expressing an extreme emphasis on the word 'mens'.

"To get new clothes so we won't smell as much, right? But if we smell bad now, then why are we going into town? Are there seriously no other clothes in Ponyville?"

"Not that we kno-"

"Exactly, so why do it?"

"Because I said so, now lets get moving."

Spike sighed, but complied and filed rank behind you. When you were about to look away, you caught hint of... a smile?

Shrugging it off, you stealthily made your way into Ponyville and entered the compact back streets with, guiding your way with high walls and bumpy cobblestone road. The midday sun lit the streets as you soundlessly made your way from street to street, making sure to keep an eye out in all directions.

Peeking around a corner, your eyes make contact with a busty woman with freakishly long, pink hair and moderately cyan eyes. She wore a pale, see-through bikini lingerie. Though having never seen her like this before, you easily identify her as Fluttershy. With the pink hair and massive bust line it really couldn't be anyone else.

She looked skittish, almost feral, she was hunched over slightly and looked ready to pounce on something unfortunate. "Angel bunny, where are you?" She looked around with pleading eyes before her voice turned to a hiss, "Mummy's not finished with you yet!"

"Fluttershy, come on!" Bon Bon said as she hung around the entrance to the main road, "Yeah," Lyra chimed in, "A couple of the gals picked up a fresh scent," She continued in a sly voice, "Wouldn't a real man be better than your pet rabbit?"

Only then had it dawned on you what Fluttershy meant by, 'Mummy's mot finished with you yet,' You sigh, 'wonder how long the little guy's had to keep it up.'

"Oh fine," Fluttershy sighed having her voice returned to normal, "I just hope he comes home when this is all over." and she walked off, back onto the main road.

"Well that was close." You whisper to Spike.

"Why?" He queries, "It's just Fluttershy, what can she do?"

You deadpan, "You told me she broke through a door at the Grand Galloping Gala."

Spike rubbed his chin, "You have a point..." then snapped his fingers, "Now lets move before anyone else shows up."

"Right," You try to follow Spike but your foot is stuck on something. Looking down, you see a little white rabbit latched onto your shoe, standing on its two back paws and shaking violently. "Shit, Angel?" He looks up, "What happ-" your mind refers to what Fluttershy said.

Up ahead, Spike stopped walking and looked back, "Hey man, come on. What's the hold up?"

You pick up Angel, "I cant leave him here."

Spike pointed to the other side of the road, "So leave him over there, we need to keep moving."

"I can move just as fast while carrying him, he's just a rabbit."

Spike sighed in defeat, "Fine, but he smells of... protean."

"Well, he's Fluttershy's favourite pet and since she doesn't have a man..."

"I get it, now move." Deciding not to question how he picked up on Angels 'unique' smell from over there you focus on Spikes behaviour, he seems to be acting a little eager for the amount of potential danger you are in.

Spike grinned to himself, "Not far now."

You hand grabs Spikes shoulder stopping him, "Care to tell me what isn't far now?"

"Rarity's," he gulped, "It's right around the corner."

"What?" You let him go ad walk to the corner and look left and sure enough, there it was. You suspiciously glare at Spike, "Right then, lets go."

"Hellooo?" Spike whispered out loud to nobody in particular, "Anybody home?"

You snarl softly in response, "Why would you say that? Are you trying to get us caught?"

Spike snapped back, "If they answer then we can get out before they can catch us. It's better than them catching us whilst we're changing, right?"

"That's actually a fair point." You idly walk ahead of him into the pitch black reception room, "Geez, it's dark in here. Why would the curtains be down?" A sudden fear envelops you as Spike's words replay themselves in your head, "Hey Spike? Who is 'them'?"

As if on queue, the door was slammed shut behind you by unknown personage. Spike spoke in a casual voice, "That's why the curtains are down and they are them."

You ponder in the darkness, "Hasn't this happened before?"

A familiar posh voice echoed throughout the room as the lights to the catwalk were steadily raised, "Why yes it has. Pinkie Pie, being the darling she is, told me to simply darken the room and you'll walk right on in. Quite ingenius actually..." The light showed Rarity sitting in an expensive-looking throne shaped like a heart. Rarity herself was wearing what appeared to be her gala dress, only modified so it hung off the shoulders, revealed more cleavage and clung to the skin more, this being extremely noticeable around the waist.

"So Spike," She winked seductively, "What do you think?"

Spike was ogling, "You look amazing!"

"Right then," You chime in, "The changes to the dress are great and all but I think we should be leaving." You walk back to the door, Angel still sitting idly in your grasp. Reaching the door, you realise Spike isn't following. You turn to face him, "Spike, come on!"

"You know what?" Spike cut you off in a poisonous tone, "I don't think so." With the grase of a zombie, his feet lazily start to shuffle towards Rarity as he is lost in a lustful gase. "I'm not going with you. I don't want to. I'm staying right here."

Putting down the bunny, you meekly reply, "Spike?"

"I'm sick of you, always being mean, always being bossy, always needing the compulsion of feeling like you are in charge of something."

Speechlessly, you listen to his mindless rant, "You know, I think that you are the only male virgin in this entire town. That's right, every woman in the entire town literally want to fuck you and you are the only 'pure' one. Hell, even Snips and Snails invited Trixie over to Cheerliee's house." Spike tore his gaze away from Rarity and started to sound like his normal self again, "Let me tell you right now that I think that's pathetic!"

"Let me ask you something; for one week every year, every man gets the chance to have an intimate week with the woman of their choosing, so why dont you?" His voice steadily began to rise, "I want to know why you treat it like some sort of zombie apocalypse. I want to know why you avoid it, 'cause you know damn well that this morning in the barn you wanted to jam your juicer right into that apple and milk it for all it's worth, so why not?"

Your voice raises to match his, "It's wrong! It's taking advantage of another human being and that is sick!"

"How is pleasuring a woman in need sick? If anything it's helping them."

"How would you know it's helping them?" You retort, your arms now folded.

"Because last year, Rarity told me so. She said it was the longest time of the entire year, so I tried to get myself over here to 'pass the time' and help her get through this."

Confused, you respond, "If you were trying to get to here all this time then why did you try to back out before we came here?"

"I was playing you," Spike cruelly smiled, "You see, I knew that you would want to come into Ponyville even more if you thought I didn't. I know this because you're that kind of guy." Spike hopped onto the stage and stood infront of Rarity's throne, "I'm not sure if you realise this yet but guess what?" He toned his voice to sound like that of a game-show host, "You've been hoodwinked!"

"So," Your eyes meet the floor accepting defeat, "that's how it's going to be."

"Oh darling, before you go," It takes you a moment to realise Rarity is talking to you, "Pinkie Pie says thanks for the toothbrush, even if it was Mr. Cakes' it still smelled enough like you to ease her tension." She continued, "and by the way," Rarity pointed at Angel, "Fluttershy's looking for that."

"That's... pleasing to know." You reply, running your hand through your hair uneasily. With bunny in hand you depart, leaving your companion to his own leisure.

You're no better

Mac's dead. Not much to say about it really.

After exiting Rarity's, the first thing your eyes catch is Mac's lifeless corpse lying on the curb, his gluey eyes staring right at you. Yes by the way this is, or was, Big Mac. It has to be since he really was the only Mac you knew.

His lifeless body is laying here butt naked on the ground in front of you. Him and everything around him had been covered in semen and vaginal fluid, everything except a potato sack which it seems he had been carrying. The body itself had dehydrated and shrivelled to look like a sultana, only not as small and clearly not as edible.

Though there was something else about it too; his body (or at least the bits not covered in some form of bodily fluid) showed signs of bruising. This was more evident around his face and arms. You remember the close call you had with Fluttershy before entering Rarity's. Lyra's words bounced around the walls of your brain, "A couple of the gals picked up a fresh scent, wouldn't a real man be better than your pet rabbit?"

Speaking of that rabbit, he's still silently following your every move.

You reach down to the sack and loosen the top. What rolled out brought tears to your eyes, it was clothes. 'He must've coma after us to stop us from going into town,' You deduct, tilting your head forwards in respect, 'Hell of a way to go.'

'Eeyup,' The voice in your head mimics Big Mac's catchphrase.

'Go away,' you say bluntly.

'Daww, you upset?' The voice teased.

'Im looking at the corpse of a friend, how could I not be upset?'

'That guy? He shot at you! Or... us.'

Picking up the sack, you continue, 'I have to stop all this.'

'You mean stop sulking at every little thing that happens?'

'No, all this' Gesturing to the world around you, 'whored week, fuck-fest, rutting season, whatever! I need to end it.'

'Oh yeah,' The voice scoffed, 'how do you plan on doing that, legalising dildos?'

'No, i'm going to talk to the princesses.'

'Bah! Like that'll work, do you ev-'

'Think about it, since this problem's only in Ponyville i'll be safe as soon as I hop on the train and catch a ride straight there.'

'So you're going to catch the train to Canterlot so you can convince the princesses to magic all the women in town to orgasm and calm down?'

Without bothering yourself by answer, you peel the bag away from the solidifying bodily fluids. The soft peeling noise was gag-worthy. After changing shirt you begin to realise that changing into these clothes makes you run the risk of looking like a slack-jawed yokel. However, being the epic risk taker you are, you decide to do it anyways.

'When could all of this have started?' You idly ask to yourself, 'When did the gender ratio become so unbalanced that people actually started thinking like animals?' Sighing, you continue, 'If only there was some way to get more men, or at least be able to properly distribute each man to the women.'

Your thoughts turned sour, 'But there isn't, so I should probably just move on.' Having donned a country look, which fit surprisingly well in both size and style, you make your way to your new objective: the Ponyville Train Station. The trip around the menacing back-streets of Ponyville gave you nothing short of an anxiety attack, having to peek around every corner before proceeding and checking your tail every few steps for the pleasurable menace.

The bunny which mindlessly hopped behind you didn't seem to share your worry. Just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, he whispered in a raspy voice, "Hey mate." If it was possible for a human, or any other life form, to jump out of their skin then it would have happened. Whimpering, you manage to squeak out, "Holy fucking shit. You can talk?!"

The voice in your head sprang back to life, except this time it was suffering from a fir of laughter. You sigh, 'Very funny asshole.' Still chocking on laughter, the voice replied, 'I thought so.' It chortled, 'What? You think a rabbit can talk? 'Oh, hi, my name is Angel. The last three days i've been mercilessly raped, hence why i'm covered in my own semen.' " The voice burst out in a fit of giggles once more.

"Enough of your crap," you hiss out-loud, silencing the voice instantly, "I took him with us so he would be safe, not for you to fuck around with."

You hear a naturally soft voice in the distance, "And he wasn't yours to take in the first place now was he?"

The wave of noise washed over you, seizing up your body and making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. The source of the voice stood at the end of the alleyway, her minute level of clothing had been torn in several areas. One of the shoulder straps on her lingerie had torn, allowing one side to hang loosely from her body. The condition of the woman herself however, was completely unchanged. Though her lengthy pink hair was now slightly ragged, her petite body was still perfect as ever; her pale skin still radiated a unique silky look.

Her face was another story entirely compared to the rest of the animal lover.

If looks could kill, then you wouldn't have very long left to live. Fluttershy's face was scrunched up giving you a mean look. That was nothing compared to her eyes. Her eyes had sharpened and were locked with yours, they felt like they were tearing into your very soul.

Fluttershy approached you, "I'm only going to ask this of you once; may you please give back Angel?"

"I... look, Fluttershy, please be reasonable here. You're asking me to give you your rabbit so you can-"

"Do you think I don't know what i'm asking?!" Fluttershy countered with a roar, "I've had hours to think about it and I know exactly what i'm asking."

"No, you don't. Everyone in this crazy town are fucked, including you. Me and Angel; we're getting out of here."

Out of nowhere, something whacked you in the back of the head, falling uselessly to the ground after. Forgetting about Fluttershy, you turn around and pick up the object, 'What the hell, a sneaker?'

Another figure blocked off the other end of the street, she stood silently with her hands on her hips. Even with a vibrant rainbow hair color, she too wore a hardy, soul shattering scowl, "Getting out of here, huh?" Rainbow Dash flexed her joints and cracked her knuckles. She flashed a sadistic looking grin, "Not if I have anything to say about it. Time for payback!"

With two of your exits blocked, you make the obvious move to try and get to the third and final exit. However, like most things in your life, that proved to be a problem. Much to your dread, a third figure had emerged to block your final escape route. Having donned a stetson with a lasso in hand, the cowgirl in question shared the same look as the others.

The look was no longer one a desirable lust, but one of a spiteful vengeance. With clenched fists and wild eyes, they advanced on you like a swarm of flies. Not wanting to end up like Big Mac, you decide to make the first move. With Angel in hand, you make a calm approach on Rainbow Dash stopping about a metre infront of her.

"Which do you appreciate more, your friendship with Fluttershy or revenge?" Your question caught her off-guard but not enough to phase her. Without missing a beat, she answered, "Obviously my friendship. Why, you gonna twist that too?"

"No, i'm going to test you. Catch!" With all your strength, you launch the rabbit in your hands as high up as you can and run past leaving Rainbow Dash to the flying Angel.

You hear a voice with a southern drawl behind you, "Don't worry Rainbow, I got this one."

Author's Note

Im gonna just stop apologising for delays and write when I can. Kay?

Thanks :)

Departure

Previously:

You hear a voice with a southern drawl behind you, "Don't worry Rainbow, I got this one."

Three minutes later

You blew through the streets like a tempest. You could feel the knot tightening in your throat as you fought through the twists and turns of the seemingly endless streets. Darting past outstretched limbs of delusional, promiscuous women who would see only to suck every ounce of bodily fluid from you. You kept your focus steady. The stetson-clad blur was closing in on you, as intimidating the thought was you were not too concerned as your target was in sight; the Ponyville Train Station.

You could feel your legs trembling; they would give out soon, fortunately your destination would arrive even sooner.

'Hey,' Perfect timing as always from Mr.Brain, 'Say we do reach the platform and by some miracle there was a train bound for Canterlot before this all started, how would we get the train started before we get jumped by sweetness back there?'

'Hmm, I suppose I didn't think this one through... again.'

'I suppose you will just be winging it again.'

'It seems that way.'

Reaching the station, you manage to leap up all three stairs leading to the only platform in the backwater station. Funnily enough there was a train parked, silently awaiting its next command. Unfortunately, Mr.Brain had a point; Applejack was closing in fast and with a whored not far behind.

Bursting into the conductors compartment, you promptly remove the corpse of the old conductor and proudly donning his hat making your temporary position official. That was before Applejack burst through the door and proceeded to punch you in the face. Holding your now bloody nose, you say woozily, "So I take it you're not here to fuck me."

She socked you in the face again, "Ah'll get to it; jus' makin' sure you won't enjoy it."

"Right..." You grunt, raising your arms in front of your face in an attempt to protect yourself. The fists pounding your face stopped, "Say, what ya' think you doin' wearing Brother Mac's clothes." She laughed crudely, "Never thought you'd cosplay as a farmer... but why the hat?"

'Now's your chance.'

'I really don't want to use him like that.'

'Well it's now or never conductor, let 'er rip.'

You sigh, "Big Mac thought I might need them. He managed to deliver them to me before he... passed."

Applejack raised a fist warningly, "What do ya' mean by 'passed'?"

"He's dead, Applejack. Killed by something i'd imagine is quite similar to what you are doing now." You flinch, knowing full well what was to come.

"Mac... dead?" Applejack whimpered. Her eyes sharpened pushing the newly formed tears to the sides. Grabbing you by the collar of your shirt she slammed your back onto the floor, "Liar!" She cried out, "Liar, liar, liar!" With each syllable came another push on your chest, "Li-ar, li-ar, li-ar!" Her cries of sorrow and rage steadily increasing in volume.

Finally, it was your turn. You reach up, grabbing a bundle of her golden, flowing hair. You forcefully pull her head towards your until her weeping eyes met your serious ones. Through her struggles, you ask, "You can tell a lie when you hear one, right?" She nodded slightly, your grip on her head severely restricting movement, "Mac is dead." You say simply, carefully releasing your grasp on her.

Applejack stopped; she stopped her struggling, she stopped her crying, her erratic breathing, she just stopped. For a few too many moments was just the two of you, eyes locked, emotions high. Suddenly, she got up and walked to the door. Before leaving, she asked, "Where is it; the body?" her voice was void of any emotion.

"Carousel Boutique, just circle around it and you'll find him." Without another word, Applejack walked off leaving you to a free ride to Canterlot.

Author's Note

A short chapter, I know. BUT! I've completed the finale already and will be publishing it in about 24 hours so stay posted!

Comments are appreciated (though it'd probably be better to wait until I post the next one so you can let it all out [I refuse to say let it GO after seeing Frozen])

Molestia and Luna

The ride to Canterlot was a relatively short one, though most of it had been spent patching up your own face after getting the snot beaten out of you by the pony that you may-or-may-not actually have a crush on. That was beside the point, it turns out that putting stitches in yourself is way harder than you'd realised. Thankfully there were only three of them; stitches that is, just above your right eye. Your poor right eye now also had a purple hue under the skin underneath it.

Though that matters not, for now you are here and it's time for you to pull out your smooth talking self. Having him out will surely sway Celestia into helping you... subdue women when they decide it's time to have fun-time and make a murder or two along the way.

Kids these days.

You follow the signs leading to the castle after exiting the platform. You notice a trend which was really similar to Ponyville on the day
the fuck-fest started; the place was completely empty. No screaming this time though, that's nice. Canterlot was still as it was the last time you came here (once upon a time ago). The paved streets were still in their many different shades of gray (50 to be precise) and, from your knowledge, unsaturated by bodily fluids. The exotic, white and gold buildings that surrounded echoed silence and thankfully lacking the erratic noises which accompany the act of coitus. The city was a complete ghost-town.

A plastic bag tumbles across the street infront of you.

'The sooner I find the castle the better...' you uneasily continue traversing the maze known as Canterlot, making an effort to dull the noise of your footsteps down as if to avoid disturbing the voided silence.

After fifteen minutes of strenuous exploring and pathfinding here you are: Canterlot castle. Honestly, it was a little smaller than what you remember, though it wasn't like you had anything to compare it to. It was much like all the other buildings you've come across; sporting a primarily white and gold colour scheme and pale of any real detail.

Infront of the door was like a trashed living room; all sorts of furniture like chairs, tables and sofas had been piled up infront of the door. 'The Royal Sisters mush have been trying really hard to keep the Whored out. It'd probably be best if I find another way in.' You continue to stare at the obstructed 10ft doors and all of its surroundings. That was until an open window catches your eye to the right of the doors. It was up high but you manage to grab a hold and climb in after ascending the pile of debris, 'Convenient...' you think briskly to yourself.

An "oof!" escapes your lips as you land after the brief drop from the window. You straighten yourself and take a look around the oversized foyer. You gaged at the first glance; the entire room around you was filled to the brim with naked men. That wasn't all, each man had a gag-ball in their mouth and an extremely short chain around their neck which latched on to the man infront of them. To make it better, they all had their penis sticking deep into the anus of the man in front of them, it's like the human centipede except worse.

After a brief moment of shock, you rapidly glance around. This is when you spot the women; they had all been chained to the wall naked. Whoever did it made sure to use all the space provided as there wasn't a single millimetre of stone showing on the 20-foot walls. Each one of them was watching the men intent, their vaginal fluids flowing like a waterfall leaving the juices to flow onto the victim below.

To the rear of the room was a steadily climbing staircase which lead up to an oversized golden throne accompanied by velvet red cushions. Placed on this colossal symbol of power was placed one of your benevolent rulers; Princess Celestia. She was dressed in an elaborate series of studded belts which covered next to nothing. Her sharp eyes had locked with yours as she fondled the grip of the whip currently placed in her hand.

A large crash broke down a door which had been hastily barricaded distracting you from Celestia, or should you call her Molestia. From the rubble emerged a new figure who you quickly identified as Princess Luna. She wore a torn beep blue dress which matched her almost etherial purple hair perfectly. Her eyes were completely bloodshot and her hair was ragged, she barked, "Celestia!"

Luna stormed up the flight of stairs which lead to Molestia's golden throne, "You dare lock me in mine quarters? Doth thou think I am unable to handle men in my current state?" She pushed Molestia's chest, "I'll have you know that I could handle all the men here, even more!" She locked glares with her sister, "And you dare make the entirety if Canterlot's population into your personal play-things! What about me sister, what say you of my needs?"

Molestia smiled a little and replied, "My dear sister, I was merely waiting a man worth your status. I would never forget about you."

Luna pouted, "And where is this 'man'? When will he arrive?"

"My sister," Celestia pointed at you, "He already has." Moments later, the entire room was filled with darkness brought about my Luna's magic. The next thing you knew, you were waking up in what you presumed to be Luna's bed. Your ears prick at the noise of a door locking. Looking over, you see Luna slide the key in-between her breasts. She looks at you with a glowing, genuine smile, "I've been trying to escape this room all week. You are my reward for succeeding," Her tone became more serious, "so you'd better be all Celestia says you are."

She lept onto the bed with you from halfway across the room...

...and neither of you left that bed for anything except food.

Author's Note

So yeah, finally done... what do you think?

I may be uploading an epilogue but not for a while if I decide to

EDIT: Will DEFINITELY be uploading an epilogue after an ending that I really didn't think through