Robotnik's Misadventure

"Applejack!" Applebloom shouted.

No answer.

"Big Mac!" Yelled Applebloom.

No response.

"Granny Smith!" screamed Applebloom.

Again, nothing.

"Is there something wrong?" Inquired Eggman.

"Nah. Sometimes they set up an apple stand in the city. We try ter get bits however we can. Bu' they'r not here. C'mon, let's go find 'em."

"Wait Applebloom."

Applebloom stood still.

"Before we do that, why don't I assist you in finding your cutie mark?"

"How'r you gonna do that here? Normally, Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, 'n I are always tryin diffren' stuff ta earn our cutie marks. We tried rock climbin', bridge jumpin, and parasailin, yesterday, an' nothin' came of it. We don' have anythin' here that would make a cutie mark appear."

Eggman smiled.

"Applebloom, have you ever heard of sex?"

"No. What is that?"

"Well, back where I come from when people have sex, they get rewarded. Sometimes with money, other times with drugs, the possibilities are endless."

"Drugs?"

"Never mind that."

Applebloom thought for a second.

"Well sur'! After all, ya did say you were gonna help me. If sex can do that, ah reckon' we try it!"

"Excellent!" said Robotnik with a sinister smile.

Standing there, alone, with the filly, made Robotnik really horny. He didn't care that she was a horse. She had a beautiful pussy, and, with how young she was, the doctor was sure that it'd be tight.

"Robotnik?"

"Hm?"

"Ah'v been meanin' ta ask ya. What's that in your hand?"

Robotnik looked down. During his time with the filly, he had forgotten all about the golden pingas that he found in Mobius.

"I don't really know. I picked it up, and, next thing I knew, I was here."

"Can ah see that?"

Robotnik handed her the golden pingas.

"Ya know. Ah'v seen this shape before. In fact, ah'm sure it's the same shape that's on all the colts and stallions aroun' here."

Robotnik had an idea. If she knew what phallic symbols looked like, he was going to teach her what phallic symbols tasted like.

The doctor dropped his pants and spoke.

"Do they look like this?"

Applebloom turned to find the obese man with his pingas hanging out. She thought it was strange. It did resemble the ones that she had seen, except this one was white and significantly smaller.

"Yup. You must be a pony too, then."

Chuckling to himself, Robotnik said, "No. I'm not a pony, but I'd sure wouldn't mind riding one."

"Whatcha mean?"

Robotnik ignored her.

"Are you ready for me to help you with your cutie mark?"

"Ya betcha ah am!"

"Good. Now, just do as I say, and your cutie mark should appear in no time."