Beyond the Parasol

by Daneboy971

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Tragedy, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe, Apple Bloom, Comedy
Length: 1305

You are anon, returned to Equestria! With umbrella in hand, you decide to finally pay a visit to Sweet Apple Acres.

DISCLAIMER: I ONLY WRITE HALF OF THIS!

The rest is a colab between some very fine anonymous gents.

You are anon....
You have returned to the technicolor paradise of Equestria, following the quantum breadcrumbs left in the space-time continuum by the legendary pioneer, Gabe Newell. After you fend of the interdimesional horrors that followed your scent into Equestria, you find time to make up with Twilight, Rarity, and Applejack, and can now return to the comfortable life of kingly-stature and debauchery; reclaiming the lost title of the last anon in Equestria. After a duel with Trixie and a brief fling with the Princesses, you find yourself once again at Sweet Apple Acres, alone except for a filly. Only this time, you've come prepared...

Published 2014-01-12 21:30:14 UTC
Last updated 2014-01-12 21:30:14 UTC

Reckoning

Both the princesses are happily asleep, well satisfied by your extraordinary anon power. As the night creeps into the wee morning hours, you decide to leave. It was time to do it.

Flashes of the day you learned the truth stab your brain, letting a shutter escape. You remember the glory days, before you learned, and before the incident at the farm. Before that day, things were perfect. Ever since your return, things have felt off. Of course, it was still enjoyable. You are anon; it will always be enjoyable. Yet you know that that warm, fuzzy feeling will be gone. The longer you lounge around, the greater the hollow inside you grows. That is why you've decided to do it now, lest you end up on the same destructive path as the one who came before. The first anon in Equestria, you muse, knowing the truth of the matter. Yet your musings are only a front for the deeper tragedy that is Gabe Newell.

But you cant think about that now, not when it is so very near. Your wet anon lips curve fiendishly upwards. You tremble with anticipation.

It is time.

~ ~ ~

You saunter down the vaulted halls of Canterlot, a swagger in your step. Shadows dance along the Gothic decor, slaves dancing for the pleasure of the torch-fire. Elite guardsmen stand ever vigilant at every intersection, hardly glancing at you; spears brandished, armor polished. The torchlight seemed to live within their arms and armor, alluding to their fury in combat. You glance at a white unicorn guardspony. He looks strong, especially for his size, and is as uniform as the rest. He is new, you think to yourself, a single streak of perspiration betraying him. You remember the days when guard duty was lax, an almost ceremonial position to hold, back in the carefree years before the day you left.

You move onward, quickening your pace. Your memory serves you well, as through all the countless hallways and stairwells, you find yourself where you need to be. Here, in the castle under-croft, stands a tall cabinet, far from the prying eyes of the courtiers. The key lies on top of it, you know. You reach up to find it covered in dust. It is heavy in your hand. The characteristic "chlock" of the deadbolt resounds, probably catching the ears of a few ponies without. Feeling gamber, you clasp the handleset doorknob and swing the cabinet door open. Inside you see your prize, a sleek red umbrella with a fine blackwood finish. A smile crosses your lips as you take it and hold it to the torchlight.. It is simple, yet strikingly new; free of any elaborate designs, yet elegant as a dancing beauty. You clasp it by the curved end-handle, and spin it. It feels familiar as it turns in your palm.

Turning away from the cabinet, you decide it is time to depart. You don't bother closing and re-locking the cabinet. Even in the unlikely circumstance that Celestia does wind up in this room tomorrow, you doubt her addled brain will make any sense of it. Even if she does recognize what you have done, you doubt she would take action on it.

But now Celestia will be the least of your worries as you take in a deep breath for departure.

You open your eyes, blinded by sunlight.

All around you apple tree leaves rustle, orchestrating a cacophony. The sky is a sweet blue, accented by pure white clouds. Sunlight filters though the canopy above to rest in spots on the grassy earth bellow, dancing ever so slightly. The smell of dirt and apples assaults your nose, lending the the earthly atmosphere.

"ANON!" you hear bellowed out in a cute southern drawl.

You turn to see Applebloom racing towards you, eyes wide in excitement. For a moment you forget yourself, giving in to the cuteness. Your heart skips a beat, then twists with your stomach leaving butterflies in your gut. A "daaaaw" almost escapes your lips, but you catch yourself. Instead you only look at her, the butterflies taking a quick migration.You feel idyllic, almost cosmic as the wind pushes fallen leaves beneath the racing fillies hooves. You will remember the serenity of this moment.

Soon, Applebloom reaches you, breathless.

"Hey anon! I heard you were back! it's so good to see ya here! How're you!"

"I'm good, Applebloom. You?"

"Fine! Really happy here on the farm! Did you see Applejack and Big Macintosh? Are they comin' back soon?"

"They're still in Canterlot, but they're okay... say, Applebloom, are you alone?"

"Yup! Just me! Just like when you left!"

"Good... please, follow me."

You turn, heading for the wood fence at the edge of the orchard. Applebloom steps into a brisk trot beside you.

"Hey, anon. Where are we goin'? Is this another one of your games? By the way, what's with the umbrella?"

You press on, determined, now is not the time to break down.

You reach the a wagon and climb into it, Applebloom hops in after you. You've had plenty of time to train on the boards; now was the time. You then reach over and pick her up under the forelegs. She giggles lightly, a blush rising to her cheeks.

"Hey now, what're you up to."

You use her bow to tie her front hooves to the bar of the wagon bench, she giggles, still thinking it's a game. You lift the umbrella and smile at her and wait. She grows still when you reach forward to hold her tail, lifting her up.

"Hey Anon, what are you going to do with tha-"
You put the tip of the umbrella against her fig-like anus, which jumps and tightens with her fear.

"Always wondered what would happen if I opened one of these inside a... "

Her eyes go wide.

You rest the tip against her moist, puckered anus. She trembles, her sweet filly ponut glistened with juices and quivered, as if in anticipation of what comes next. Applebloom gave you one last begging look, a futile effort to stay her inevitable gory end. But you are anon, you do not forgive, and do not forget.

Without warning, you cram the umbrella full force into Applebloom's sweet filly ass. She screamed as the sharp tip of the umbrella was rammed into the depths of her young rectum. But you don't stop there, just kept pushing, an evil glint in your eye.

Squelching, wet sounds emanated from Applebloom's rump. You look down, her small tender filly anus was now stretched to it maximum. Ass juices ran down the folds of the umbrella. They had a sweet apple scent to it.

" ANON STOP!! PLEASE! I CAN’T TAKE IT! ITS TOO B-B-BIGG!!"

You leaned closer and whispered softly....

"nouuuu..."

Without warning, you forced the umbrella deeper with a sudden push, despite the worthless resistance by Applebloom's filly bowels. She shrieked loudly, tears running down her eyes. Suddenly, a devious idea occurred in your evil anon brain. Your green thumb hovered over the catch that opens the umbrella..... You gave the small, writhing filly one last look, and pressed down the catch.

The umbrella opens.

Ripping sounds filled the air, mixed with the shrieks of the dying filly, as Applebloom's ponut literally was ripped to shred..
Her ass literally exploded, red gouts of blood, as well as bits and pieces of filly organs and guts rained all around you.
The deed was done. You took one last look around. The place looked like something out of a saw movie. You turned your back on the remains and headed off in the direction of sweet apple acres,

" That was fun..." you muse, thinking of Applejack.

"Her elder sister did have a veeery nice ass as well..."