Mentally Advanced Series: HOO

“Aren’t you glad ya’ll came with me to see Applejack compete in the Appleloosa rodeo?” Apple Bloom asked her two friends as she looked out over the busy rodeo, countless ponies preparing for the events.

“That was the clunkiest exposition that has ever escaped from your muzzle,” complained Thrackerzod. “I am however, pleased, assuming that the two of you are also pleased.”

“I’m excited too!” said Sweetie Belle, even if only Thrackerzod could hear her.

“Silence! You should not even be in a conscious state!” Thrackerzod said aloud, completely out of context as far as the others were concerned. Not that that was unusual for her.

“I totally am, baby!” Scootaloo was more agreeable, “This place is a booty gold mine! All these frontier ponies with cute freckles and sexy accents.”

“If we can get into some of these events, we could all three walk off the train back in Ponyville with brand spankin’ new cutie marks!” Apple Bloom smiled.

“A spankin’ cutie mark?” Scootaloo purred, “Spankin’ a flank would look good on my flank, HOO!” Scootaloo rubbed her flank more erotically than any foal should.

“I want a lasso!” Apple Bloom was doing her best to keep things on the topic of cutie marks rather than booties, but failing.

“I hope you get one too, “ said Scootaloo, “You could practice by tying me up, Hoo-ah!”

“That pony over there appears to have broken one its leg protrusions,” Thrackerzod drew their attention to Braeburn, who had one leg up in a sling, “It occurs to me that not tying each other up or beating each other with whips would be somewhat less likely to result in serious injury. Not that I am implying that I disagree with your mutual decision.”

“No risk, no reward,” Apple Bloom, sticking to the task at hoof.

“That sounds like a great idea, Thrackerzod, I say we find some rope and get on it!” Scootaloo grinned, mishearing Thrackerzod completely. Because she wanted to.

“Alright everypony, listen up!” the local Sheriff Silverstar drew their attention, adding, “I said shut your pie holes!” when the ponies surrounding him didn’t quiet immediately, “We need a big presence at this here rodeo, so make yourself plenty seen. I want that low-down varmint to know we mean business!” He then began passing out hoofball bats to those that apparently would be assisting him.

“I hope nothing bad is going on,” said Sweetie Belle.

“Something bad is always going on,” said Thrackerzod, “Now be silent so that I may effectively communicate with my friends.”

“They’re my friends too!” claimed Sweetie Belle.

“They have never even met you!” Thrackerzod argued.

“A cutie mark-apalooza AND a low-down varmint?” said Apple Bloom, ignoring the one-sided conversation coming from Thrackerzod, “This is shapin’ up to be the most excitin’ rodeo ever!”

“Oh I’m always excited around you, HOO!” Scootaloo grinned, “Let’s go find us some country booty to bang.”

“Woo-hoo! Yee-haw!” Braeburn cheered for Applejack as she practiced her hay-stacking prowess, because for some reason that is an important skill, “That’s my cousin! Go, Applejack, go!”

“Whew!” said Applejack as she left the field, “It’s been a dog’s age since I got to compete. All the rodeos ‘round Ponyville are closed down for some reason.” And apparently Applejack didn’t think to read the newspaper to ascertain said reason.

“Well, I guess me havin’ been stampeded by horny buffalo sure paid off then, huh, cuz?”

“Just doin’ my best to fill your shoes, Braeburn,” said Applejack, because saying horseshoes there would be idiotic as he was obviously a horse.

“Keep tossin’ like that and I’ll be out of a job!” Braeburn chuckled.

“Doubt I could ever ‘out toss’ you,” Applejack chuckled back with a bit of a wink, prodding Braeburn and forgetting that his leg was still healing.

“Ow! Ow!” Braeburn didn’t appreciate Applejack’s tendency to poke the wounded.

“Oh sorry,” said Applejack awkwardly, then added with a wink, “Heh, funny how the sounds ponies make for pain and pleasure are tha same, huh.” And then it was even more awkward.

“Uh, now let’s be careful what you imply in public now, cousin,” Braeburn looked about nervously, probably not wanting too many others to be informed that his cousin knows what his pleasure noises sound like.

“Right, sorry, forgot we were around non-family,” Applejack blushed, and quickly tried to change the subject, “Say, where’s mah sister and her friends?”

“Uh-oh, Gee, uh,” Braeburn was distracted from the one awkwardness to be awkward about something else, “I got so caught up in watchin’ you that I-... I mean not that I was eyeing yer underside when you were up on the hay stacks or anythang ah just... oh nuts.”

“You said you’d keep an eye on those fillies! Especially with Scootaloo with ‘em!” Applejack growled, “How am ah supposed to focus on practicin’ if yer keepin' an eye on my plot instead!“

“There they are,” Braeburn cut off any further anger, pointing behind her with relief, “Right where ah left ‘em!” He looked about nervously, “Aw, don’t be mad.... Owwwch! My foreleg! Hurts so much!”

Apple Bloom just giggled, and Thrackerzod did so too, though rather unconvincingly, “Ha. Ha. Ha. I, too, am amused by your incapacity to handle the most basic of adult responsibilities.”

“I got just the thing to sooth that owie for you, stud muffin,” Scootaloo grinned, then drew attention to the giant cactus hat Scootaloo seemed to be wearing, “How’d you like a seat on this? Hoo!”

“On a cactus?” Braeburn responded with a bit of confusion.

“Aw, baby,” Scootaloo said disappointedly, “It really is a cactus? I thought it was somethin’ else.”

“Ah told you,” Apple Bloom muttered and rolled her eyes.

“Ya’ll can’t go runnin’ off like that, y’hear?” Applejack sighed at the foals, “Backstage at a rodeo ain’t no kinda playground, and ya know ah don’t want ya to be alone with her.” Applejack didn’t even need to nod in Scootaloo’s direction; it was understood who she meant.

“Sorry Applejack,” Apple Bloom attempted to tactfully, pull things into the direction she’d rather it go, “We won’t wander off again. But, uh, speakin’ of the rodeo... what would you say about me and the Crusaders maybe competin’ in one teensy-weensy event or three?”

“Look out!” Braeburn suddenly pointed at the giant hay stack they had just practiced with and not disassembled for some reason, which was now tumbling towards them.

Acting in an instant, Applejack sweeped the three fillies out of the way, landing in a pile with them just outside of the impact zone. She quickly realized that Scootaloo’s rump had landed atop her face, and said rump was now rubbing rather wetly against her. Applejack sat up, pushing Scootaloo off and sputtering to get the taste off her tongue.

“What the hay just happened?” Applejack demanded.

“You fillies alright?” Braeburn asked.

“Uh-huh,” groaned Apple Bloom.

“I’m as good as always, but I sure didn’t know fruity flank was into public displays of affection,” said Scootaloo, “Hoo!”

“I too have sustained minimal damage,” Thrackerzod said.

“Sugar and salt licks,” Silverstar said, rushing up to the scene and looking at the ground, “Well I’ll be...”

“What is it, Sheriff?” Applejack asked.

“Is it him?” asked Braeburn.

“Ain’t no doubt,” said Silverstar pointing at an unusually large hoof print, “It’s Troubleshoes. ”

“Oh baby, I wanna meet him!” Scootaloo grinned, “You know what they say about stallions with big hooves, Hoo!”

A crowd gathered peacefully around the sheriff’s office, remaining very orderly.

“Is it true?” one pony asked, “Is Troubleshoes here?”

“You ain’t gonna shut down the rodeo, are ya?” asked another.

“All right now,” grumbled Silverstar at the crowd full of civil ponies, “I called for a mob scene, not a civil meetin’. “ he pointed towards torches and pitchforks he had brought with him so the crowd could get good and riled up, then continued, “Now as many of you know, the Equestria rodeo circuit has been plagued by the dirty dealin’s of a notorious outlaw.”

“He knocked the barrels ever which way at the Hoof City rodeo!” complained one pony, “Then when we were distracted, he knocked up mah Aunt Bae Mare!”

“That’s nothin’!” countered another, “He mounted one of the steer at Pinto Creek rodeo, settin’ off such a stampede, they cancelled the whole dadgum thing!”

“That’s right,” said Silverstar, “It’s true that we had an incident this mornin’ at our own Appleloosa rodeo. Hay bale stack came down right near on top of three little fillies! I examined the hoof-prints myself and, uh... it was Troubleshoes, all right.”

The crowd gasped, then went silent for just enough to clearly hear “I got somethin’ he can cum down right on top of. Hoo-ah!” from the back of the crowd.

“I reckon I oughta cancel this rodeo like all the others done,” said Silverstar, certain that he heard that comment wrong, “But dag-hoof it, this has gone far enough! We’ll double the patrols! This rodeo will go on! Appleloosa ain’t gonna be intimidated!”

As the crowd cheered, Apple Bloom turned back to Applejack, smiling, “Glad that’s settled. So uh, Applejack, about me and my pals competin’ in the rodeo...” she chuckled nervously.

“Don’t send us home!” Apple Bloom cried back at Braeburn’s house, “It’s not fair!”

“Now, quit yer bitchin’. Ah can’t have ya’ll around here with some outlaw molester on the loose.”

“I’m always on the loose, baby,” confirmed Scootaloo, “HOOOO!”

“No, you can’t!” Braeburn complained now, “This rodeo is important to Appleloosa! And with you in there, we got a real shot at winnin’!” He sighed, patting Applejack on the back and encouraging her to move back, “Come on, now, you head on back to practice and don’t worry none about these three. Ah won’t let ‘em outta my sight.

After encouraging Applejack out the door, Braeburn closed it, locking several latches, then leaning a chair back against the door, which he then sat in, “Ya hear? Ya’ll ain’t leavin’ mah sight!”

“And you ain’t leavin’ mine, sugar sheath,” Scootaloo grinned, walking over towards Braeburn, and joined by her two friends behind her. “So, sweetheart, you like to ‘keep it in the family’ as much as the other hot fruit flanks?”

“Um,” Braeburn’s eyes got rather large, clearly not having expected that from a filly, but probably only because he hadn’t been paying attention to most of what Scootaloo had been saying, “Well ah sure don’t know what’cha mean by that.” he chuckled awkwardly.

“My older sister has also expressed that this tendency exists amongst the Apple clan,” agreed Thrackerzod. “As evidenced by the detailed descriptions that Applejack gave her of the sexual exploits that she and her cousin have committed.” No such thing had happened, but Rarity HAD said that the Apple family was easy to trick into giving up information if they thought you already knew, and Thrackerzod was all for causing suffering to others through deceit. “Were you not concerned that you could create two-headed foals with your incestuous copulation?”

“Wh-what?” Braeburn gasped, “Don’t she know ya’ll are too young ta hear about that sorta thang?” he started to breath a bit heavily, “Sides it wasn’t like that... we were too young to actually make a foal from it and... oh Celestia on a stick... ah really just contradicted mahself something fierce.”

“Aw don’t worry none about it,” Apple Bloom comforted, “If it makes ya feel any better, ah’ve had a roll in tha hay with both mah older siblin’s, so yer in good company at least. Though makes me wonder... ah should probably start foal control pretty soon.”

“I don’t know, baby,” said Scootaloo, “A foal in a filly is pretty kinky, hoo! I ain’t taken no control.”

“Your internal organs are too damaged to successfully contain a life form for the length of time required.” Thraclerzod peered at Scootaloo.

“Really?” Braeburn tried to calm himself, shying away from the conversation about foals having foals and tilting it back a bit, “Ah always figured Big Mac liked... well...”

“Yeah ah’m pretty sure he swings tha way yer insinuatin’,” shrugged Apple Bloom, “But there was money, a contract, and a photo shoot involved so... wasn’t exactly tha most common of circumstances.”

Braeburn just stared at her with his muzzle hanging open. He wanted to ask where he might find said photos if they had been placed for sale, but wasn’t sure. Applejack might actually kill him if he asked her little sister that. Maybe he could ask Big Mac about it instead...

Braeburn’s mind was snapped back to reality as Scootaloo moved up to where he was sitting on his haunches and rubbed a naughty little hoof up and down the front of his sheath. It seemed his shaft had poked free of his sheath due to the conversation matter. He almost fell out of his chair, closing his hind legs to deprive Scootaloo access.

“Hay now!” Braeburn started the heavy breathing again,”Applejack would kill me if she came back and found me... doing stuff... with you... yer just a bit young like I said.”

“Ah guess she would be,” said Apple Bloom, “But then ah could just remind her of all that stuff she confessed to me while drunk bout being a little filly slut when she was younger. Not like she has tha right to talk.”

“This is different!” Braeburn claimed.

“Did you not express that you have committed acts involving penetration with fillies before?” asked Thrackerzod. “How would this act be different?”

“Well foals playin’ with each other is one thang, but I’m like three times yer age now!” Braeburn was hyperventilating, “It ain’t proper!”

“I clearly do not have a sufficient grasp of time as it relates to the sexual habits of ponies.” Thrackerzod sat calmly and watched further.

Scootaloo wasn’t deterred, and it was very hard to keep her little hooves from sliding between his legs and grasping for his bits, which were growing quite firm now.

“Come on baby, stop with the hide n seek,” Scootaloo purred, “Your little friend wants in some Scootaloo!” she turned to Apple Bloom, “You done a cousin before? How ‘bout helping me with some lovin. We gotta lotta ground to cover with this monster.” It wasn’t a monster, especially compared to Big Mac, but that never stopped Scootaloo from stroking egos while she stroked dicks.

“May as well,” shrugged Apple Bloom, padding up and sliding her own hoof about to rub against his balls.

Braeburn pulled his legs apart more, though was still hyperventilating. Not wanting to be left out, Thrackerzod trotted over as well, reaching a hoof to casually stroke the now throbbing member, though she was looking at it far more analytically than lustfully.

“Well it ain’t just that,” Braeburn explained, “Ah mean... ah sorta grew into swingin’ a different way than... some of mah earlier experimentations. Ah’m not really into fillies... no pun intended.”

“Fair enough,” Apple Bloom shrugged again, though she was looking more interested now, “You got a dildo or a strap on or somethin?”

“I don’t know... um...” stammered Braeburn.

“Well it’s yer house,” Apple Bloom rolled her eyes, “And seriously, ain’t no way a raving bottom like you don’t have no toys to ram up his poot shoot.”

Braeburn swallowed, blushing heavily and pointed a hoof to a nearby set of drawers. Apple Bloom left him be for a moment while she went to dig through it, producing a rather wicked looking strap-on with barbs and a tapered tip. It sure didn’t look like anything Apple Bloom had seen, and she wasn’t sure if the harness would fit her, but she dragged it back with her anyway, along with a bottle of lube.

“You like it in the back door, sugar? Well we got us somethin’ in common. Hoo-ah!” Despite saying such, Scootaloo was less interested in doing what Braeburn would like and continued doing what she liked instead, now moving in to run her tongue up along his throbbing tip, then moved to slowly suckle at his tip, sliding her tongue against his underside as she pushed him to the back of her throat and swallowed against him.

Thrackerzod joined as well, slurping at his ball sack, giving the stallion’s balls a coating of filly saliva as she concentrated with her magic, encompassing his shaft and sliding the magical energy and up and down enough that they could see his sensitive flesh give back and forth with the stroking.

Braeburn seemed resigned to the fact that he was going to do perverse things with foals whether he wanted to or not, so he rose from his chair, panting a bit more calmly as he stood up, giving Apple Bloom a bit of a sheepish smile and tapping the chair behind him lightly with a hind hoof to indicate it as a good launching point for her attack on his tail hole.

It was rather the right height, and Apple Bloom climbed up into it. She strapped the toy about her hips, having to pull the straps as tight as they could go for it to fit her small frame, leaving a great deal of loose straps hanging down. She dumped lubricant over the shaft, wasting most of it but getting it plenty slick. She then pushed the bottle against his tail hole and squeezed it, squirting the chilly slickness into his bottom and causing him to shiver.

“What’s with this thing anyway?” Apple Bloom asked, “Ah ain’t never seen a colt with a dick like this.”

“Oh uh, it’s a griffin... dick,” Braeburn blushed again, still unable to believe what he had somehow gotten himself into. “A gift from this pastry chef friend of mine... nevermind.”

“Oh baby, now I wanna find me some griffin to love, hoo!” Scootaloo pulled back her mouth just long enough to speak before returning to work.

Braeburn started to think maybe it wasn’t that bad. He was going to get plowed by his favorite toy, and a mouth was a mouth, so it was easy enough to close his eyes and imagine he was being sucked off by colts.

And then he realized that Scootaloo had pulled her muzzle free and turned her little backside towards him, feeling her plot rubbing slowly up and down against his tip. Thrackerzod, accustomed to such antics, casually wrapped her hooves about his shaft to hold him steadier than her magic could and allow Scootaloo to more easily impale herself.

Before he could protest though, Apple Bloom went about her task, pushing the tapered tip of the griffin dong against his bottom, her little hooves gripping his bottom as best she could as she pushed forward. The little filly probably wouldn’t have been able to give him much of a fucking if he had been tight, but he was in no way that. His ass practically suckled the strap-on deeper, tail flagging up and arching his back as he moaned.

“Wow ya really like that huh?” Apple Bloom rubbed against his bottom and started thrusting slowly, filling the room with the moist slurp of the ridges popping their way in and out of him, “Yeah tha way Applejack talked about ya, figured you were a bit of a slut.” she paused, “It’s okay to call you that right?”

“You kin call me anythang when yer doing this,” panted Braeburn.

“Oh,” Apple Bloom tilted her head, “Well then um... take it hard ya cock-worshippin’ faggot.... was that good?”

Braeburn replied with an enthusiastic nod as his tongue drooled out the side of his muzzle, though at the same time he had a little bit of trouble not cracking up when such things were said in the voice of his little filly cousin.

He managed to forget what else was going on just long enough to yelp when Scootaloo finally popped his blunt tip inside of her, immediately rolling her hips back against him, her wet recesses gliding and rippling over him as she went deeper, moaning in a high pitched groan. Thrackerzod ceased holding Braeburn, and instead moved over to Scootaloo’s front, grasping her around the neck and shoving her back onto Braeburn’s shaft as hard as she could.

“Wow now little un’,” Braeburn moaned, “Ah don’t thank she’s gonna be able ta take it all the way... “ but then his eyes widened when he felt her little plot pressed hard against his belly, his balls swinging to smack her belly as she continued to roll against him, “Oh mah stars how...”

“I believe she can accommodate any size, as long as she remains unaware that such a feat is impossible,” Thrackerzod explained. Then, not wishing to appear uninterested, she moved in front of Braeburn, rolling about onto her back and splaying out her hind legs, “Now stallion. I demand that you inappropriately pleasure my underage genitalia as I will whine and complain endlessly if I am left out.” She really had developed a messed up idea of what was normal.

Braeburn wasn’t very enthusiastic about licking twat of any age, but figured it’d be rude to leave one of them out, so slowly lowered his head. Trying not to look at Thrackerzod’s eyes due to the way that she glared at him, like she was silently judging him, he pushed his muzzle between her little thighs and began to stroke his tongue up and down, tweaking her little clit. Thrackerzod’s expression slowly softened, letting herself enjoy the sensations that Sweetie Belle’s possessed body provided her, gradually beginning to rock her hips against his warm muzzle.

“This is why I love hangin’ out with you two,” panted Scootaloo, grinding her hips back hard, bracing herself against the floor with all four hooves and constantly walking backwards to keep herself from being pushed off from the tight penetration, “If it’s just me it’s a good fuck, but with you two it’s always at least a foursome, and that’s a great fuck.”

Any more was cut off as Scootaloo felt her body tightening up with each stroke, and despite his earlier protests, Braeburn was swinging his hips down rather enthusiastically into the little foal’s fuck hole, starting to shake violently as her body pulsed around him, massaging him with experience unlike any other filly.

Apple Bloom was helping for certain, clinging to him with all fours and hammering her hips as hard as her little body could, and she wasn’t bad for her age; Braeburn could tell she was already starting to form those apple bucking hips that he’d enjoyed from plenty of other family members. He shook even harder as she found his sweet spot, grinding against his prostate, and could have probably gotten him off all on her own.

“You know for a faggot, ya sure are enjoyin’ Slutaloos little cum hole down there,” Apple Bloom panted, even her starting to enjoy the way the strap-on was rubbing against her own thighs, “Right uh... sorry... yeah take it ya cum bucket, you like yer little cousin up yer butt, don’t ya you incestuous ass bandit.”

Braeburn moaned, sending vibrations up through Thrackerzod in the process, who was getting more into the spirit of things herself, practically clinging to his face with all fours and pushing herself against his tongue. He finally managed to stuff his licker into the tight orifice, which made her little body start to shiver.

Thrackerzod had more than a little self-loathing that she was letting herself get so wrapped up in the pleasures of her fleshy shell, but even she couldn’t stop pounding his face, rolling her eyes back and drooling all over his face until he could barely see from the slobber strung over his eyes.

The whole lewd monstrosity was shaking so hard that the floor boards beneath them were creaking, the whole thing ready to explode.

Scootaloo was the trigger to said explosion as she often was, when she suddenly squealed in orgasmic bliss, her slut hole convulsing over Braeburn, literally spraying filly juice out from around the tight penetration. This and Apple Bloom’s increasingly violent stabbing of his ass sent Braeburn over, cumming hard into Scootaloo, who only didn’t shoot off his cock due to clinging tightly to his underside, her belly swelling up before his sperm splattered out to coat her and his underside, not to mention the floor.

Thrackerzod tried not to squeal as she splurted a mouthful over Braeburn’s tongue, but was only able to hold it a few seconds before it burst out so loud that the windows shook. Apple Bloom didn’t have much of an advantage, but seemed determine to get off herself, continuing to pound Braeburn’s backside until she could barely move, finally moaning as her own juice splattered along the inside of the strap on and down her thighs.

Braeburn was done at that point, eyes rolling back as he tumbled onto the floor, barely having enough consciousness to flop onto his side to keep from crushing Scootaloo, whose little pussy dumped a huge load onto the floor as he was pulled free.

“Did we successfully murder him?” Thrackerzod asked, prodding the unconscious stallion about the face and pondering if this technique could be used to end Twilight.

“Nah he’s just passed out,” said Apple Bloom, then glared at Thrackerzod, “Ah sure hope fer your sake that you weren’t trying to kill mah cousin.”

“Just because I ask if he was successfully murdered does not mean that successfully murdering him was my intention,” said Thrackerzod, “I only wished to cause my vaginal orifice to secrete a significant amount of bodily fluid onto his face.”

“Anyway...” shrugged Apple Bloom, unstrapping the griffon dong from herself and draping it over Braeburn’s unconscious form, “Ah guess we can go outside now.”

“I thought we weren’t going to wander off again,” Sweetie Belle said, a bit scarred from what just happened, but relatively used to it by now, so she enjoyed it in her own way as well.

“Did we not claim earlier that we would not again wander away from adult supervision?” asked Thrackerzod aloud for the voice in her head, prodding Braeburn’s face a few more times, then trotting along after Apple Bloom.

“This ain’t wanderin’,” said Apple Bloom, “We know exactly where we’re headed – to find Troubleshoes!”

“Aw yeah, Scoot’s ready for another round,” Scootaloo staggered after the other two, Braeburn’s spunk still running down her hind legs.

“Were we not informed that he is a dangerous criminal?” asked Thrackerzod.

“We only need to find him,” shrugged Apple Bloom, “We don’t need to capture him. The sheriff can handle that!”

“That would probably make more sense if we had any way of contacting the sheriff once we locate him,” said Thrackerzod, “Not that I am in any way opposed to putting our lives at risk, as normal children often do, by seeking out someone who is most likely a psychotic serial killer, ”

“Yer a psychotic killer,” pointed out Apple Bloom, “Ain’t ever done me no harm ta hang out with you... well if ya don’t count not being able to walk straight after some things that happen... but that part isn't usually yer doin'.”

“I am not psychotic,” Thrackerzod countered, “I only kill when there is sufficient reason, or if the pony in question’s name is Twilight Sparkle or any synonym of that.” Sunset Shimmer and Starlight Glimmer better watch out, too.

“You killed that one mime for no reason,” pointed out Sweetie Belle in Thrackerzod’s head.

“Being a mime is sufficient reason for murder to be committed,” said Thrackerzod, “They are a bane upon pony-kind.”

“Thrackerzod, you’ve been saying a lot of really random things today, you okay?” asked Apple Bloom.

“Of course I am,” claimed Thrackerzod, “I am merely speaking with myself, as many normal ponies do.”

“Ah only knock ‘em dead with the lovin, HOO!” Scootaloo was slowly regaining her ability to walk straight; she was used having her body stretched over things that shouldn’t fit after all. “We’ll find this hunkalicious stallion meat and arrest him with our criminal seduction skills, and then once he’s ‘in jail’, it’ll be booty city!”

“Cutie mark city!” Apple Bloom chimed in when Scootaloo said booty city, and didn’t appear to notice the dissidence.

“I believe this to be our worst idea ever,” said Thrackerzod, “And that is no small feat.”

“What about Scootaloo’s idea of seducing Celestia by dressing up like bananas?” asked Sweetie Belle.

“Second,” Thrackerzod corrected herself, “This is our second worst idea ever.”

“What about Apple Bloom’s idea to try to create addictive apples?” asked Sweetie Belle.

“Third,” Thrackerzod grumbled, getting a bit short with herself.

“What about your idea to-“

“It is among our ten worst ideas ever!” Thrackerzod yelled, before looking moderately sheepish when she realized how loud she was.

“Uh, let’s please argue about the matter at hoof instead of screaming at ourselves,” Apple Bloom waved to them, continuing to walk ahead of the two.

“It’s another giant hoof print!” Apple Bloom motioned to the others after they had been walking a bit randomly for a bit.

“I am too overjoyed to find this,” Thrackerzod said, “But do either of you have any idea where we are?”

There was a sudden crack of lightning, and as if on cue, a steady shower started to fall.

“Aw yeah,” Scootaloo grinned, “I always love gettin’ wet with my best ladies.”

“C’mon, before we lose the trail,” Apple Bloom said, running more quickly as another clap of lightning lit up the sky.

“It’s just lightning!” Thrackerzod grumbled when Sweetie Belle squealed adorably in her head.

“Come on, we’ve gone far enough! It’s time to go back!” Sweetie Belle quietly murmured to Thrackerzod.

“I agree,” said Thrackerzod, “Even I have reached the limits of my willingness to walk headlong into a suicidal situation because I am outvoted. We should consider returning.”

“The rain is only gettin’ worse,” said Scootaloo, “And this little pegaslut is A-OK with things as long as things get wetter. Hoo!”

“Maybe you’re right,” Apple Bloom sighed, turning to the other, “So, how do we get back?”

“Are you saying that you do not know how to return?” Thrackerzod demanded. She actually DID know, but was debating with Sweetie Belle whether it would be suspicious for her to reveal that she had a perfect map formed in her head when the other two were clueless.

“Whew! Good job, ya’ll,” Applejack panted, “I know they need lots of mud for the rodeo tomorrow, but I wish they would’ve warned us about this rainstorm.”

Suddenly Braeburn rushed into the door, panting heavily, eyes wide and looking like he wasn’t sure how to spill whatever he had to say.

“Braeburn?” Applejack caught on quickly, especially because Braeburn's dick was still half hanging out of his sheath, “Where are the girls?”

Braeburn laughed nervously.

“Braeburn,” sighed Applejack, “Did Scootaloo... “ she tried to think of a polite way to say ‘seduce’ with them around other ponies.

“Uh, somethin’ like that,” Braeburn clenched his teeth as if expecting to be kicked in it. “Well ah was sorta exhausted, then when ah woke up they were sorta gone.”

“What?” screamed Applejack, “Ah swear, Braeburn, if we weren’t related, there wouldn’t be a bone in yer body that I didn’t break!”

“Ha! Fuck my truck!” Sherriff SIlverstar threw down his cards. Some pony games were really weird.

“Aw!” complained his comrade Star Spur, followed by a “Celestia damnit!” from his deputy.

“Sheriff Silverstar!” Applejack burst into the sheriff’s office, “My sister’s gone! And her friends too!”

“I’ve searched and searched, but no sign of ‘em anywhere!” panted Braeburn, trying to keep up with Applejack.

“It musta been Troubleshoes!” Applejack decided.

“Now now, hold on there,” Sheriff SIlverstar shook his head, “Troubleshoes molested a lotta ponies, but weren’t none of em that were eight year olds.”

“They’re nine years old,” corrected Applejack.

“Come on ya’ll, let’s ride!” Silverstar called to the others, rushing out the door.

“Scootaloo. Are you certain of our present course?” asked Thrackerzod.

“You already know we’re going in the wrong way,“ Sweetie Belle badgered her a bit more.

“I said silence!” Thrackerzod snapped, “How are you even still alive?”

“I thought I was sure, baby,” sighed Scootaloo, “But now I’m not. I’m just not as good at finding my way through the woods as I am finding my way into your pants! HOO!”

“So,” sighed Apple Bloom, “Ah pretty much got us completely and totally lost. How could this get any worse?”

“Well now that you have uttered the most unholy of forbidden questions, we will quickly be discovering the answer,” Thrackerzod grumbled.

Surely enough, the ground gave out beneath the three fillies, and they found themselves sliding down a steep incline in a mud slide. They landed in a pile at the bottom, so covered from head to hoof with mud that one could barely tell them apart. Apple Bloom shook the mud off, while Thrackerzod just sat lay draped over Scootaloo’s back where she had landed, as if she was considering just giving up. Scootaloo didn’t seem to mind, though Thrackerzod did finally slide off when Scootaloo started rotating her hips up against her.

“We gotta get out of this rain,” said Apple Bloom, “There’s no tellin’ how long this storm could last.”

“Well lookie over there, sweet thangs,” Scootaloo pointed to a run-down trailer nearby.

“It looks abandoned,” said Apple Bloom, “Let’s go and see if we can find some blankets or somethin’.”

The door opened easily enough, and the state of the inside really did look abandoned, dust and dirt everywhere, items strewn about rather haphazardly. As lightning struck again, the three rushed inside, Thrackerzod turning and pulling the door closed with her magic.

The three were immediately searching for anything of use, Apple Bloom looking about some cobweb covered shelves, Scootaloo digging through a box hoping to find more sex toys, and Thrackerzod eying a furnace, wondering if it could be made hot enough to completely dispose of the evidence if they had need to kill some pony.

All three turned though as they heard heavy hoof steps approaching from outside, turning and looking towards the unlocked door. Maybe this place wasn’t so abandoned after all. The three girls moved to stand close to each other, eying the door, Apple Bloom clenching her teeth in dread, Thrackerzod trying to decide which nearby items would work the best as improvised weapons, and Scootaloo fluffing up her wings and draping her wet mane down over her face in a way she imagined would be sexy.

The door opened, and as lightning crashed, a dark figure stood there, peering inside at the intruders in his abode.

“Prepare to meet your doom!” declared Thrackerzod, and suddenly every even remotely sharp object in the room glowed with her magic and formed a protective circle around her and her friends.

“Prepare to make me swoon!” said Scootaloo at the same time, turning about to waggle her plot at him, though at least the rain had washed most of the fluid from her posterior.

Apple Bloom just screamed.

“Aw, ya broke the rhyme, baby,” Scootaloo nudged to Apple Bloom.

The stranger’s reaction to being simultaneously threatened, seduced, and screamed at was everything one would expect, and that was to scream himself, jumping up and slamming his head into the wall above the roof so hard that it left an imprint. He stumbled in, accidentally dodging no less than seven of Thrackerzod’s flying knives, then fell uncontrollably into the wall.

He jumped back from that, smacking into the window so that the curtain rod fell and smacked him in the head, causing him to spin violently to try to get it off, deflecting a flying axe and pair of sheers in the process. After that he was just all over the place, as if he was consciously making sure that nothing in the room did not get knocked over from his fit of simultaneously bad and good luck, bruising himself all over but somehow dodging every one of Thrackerzod’s attempts to murder him. She finally just let all the knives drop out of frustration.

It might have ended there, had the stranger not chosen to end his calamity by sitting on a cactus, then flying up into the ceiling and slamming his head again, the splintery plant lodged up his rear.

“I told ya that’s what it was for!” Scootaloo felt vindicated. “Oooooo... HOO!”

In his confusion, the stranger ran forward at random, smacking his head hard against a lantern, causing it to bounce up, smack the ceiling, then slam back into his head even harder. The whole mess only came to a stop after he was finally knocked unconscious.

“Well that was... interesting,” Apple Bloom stared at the unconscious stallion, still tangled in the curtain and basically having bound himself securely by random objects.

“Is he deceased?” asked Thrackerzod, picking up a knife again with her magic.

“No killin'!” Apple Bloom waved Thrackerzod away, “He ain’t dead and ah’d like it to stay that way. Scoot, could you get that cactus out of his... posterior. I’d rather the big guy not wake up in a bad mood.”

Scootaloo was already at it, and managed to tug the cactus out by the bottom with her teeth, tossing it aside, “Whoever designed this dildo might be even kinkier than me... HOO!” Scootaloo didn’t seem to mind prying a few needles out of his behind as well, with her teeth of course.

The large stallion groaned as he started to come to, but wasn’t in danger of going anywhere as tangled up as he was.

“Hello?” asked Apple Bloom, looking down at him as he batted his eyes open, “You alright?”

“Surely,” sighed the stallion, then went slightly wide-eyed as he felt Scootaloo’s tongue fishing around for needles.

Or maybe she had already found all the needles and was just still going, her small hooves massaging about his plot as he pushed her muzzle against his tailhole and lapped her tongue as deeply as she could. She then moved her muzzle down to slurp at the complete stranger’s enormous ball sack, moaning happily to send shivers up through him, her slutty little hips already humping the air in anticipation of the inevitable.

“We didn’t mean no harm,” Apple Bloom explained, “We just came in to get out of the rain.”

“Mmmm, just look at the size of this thing,” Scootaloo commented wetly as she lifted one of his heavy legs to get to his sheath, rubbing her whole chest against the slowly swelling monstrosity, lapping her tongue about the opening to slurp at the tip as it emerged.

“Had some hot cider a-cookin’ in the kitchen. Doubt it survived,” grunted the stallion, trying to turn his head to see who the hell was giving him a random blow job, but unable to see at his angle, “I don’t really think this is the time for that, whoever ya are, specially not in front of this little filly here.”

“Oh don’t mind her,” sighed Apple Bloom, “Um, are you... Troubleshoes?”

“That’s me,” grunted Troubleshoes, “Please tell me whoever is back there is older than you.”

“Actually, she’s a few months younger ah think,” Apple Bloom scratched the back of her mane with one hoof.

“Ever had a filly before, Troubles?” Scootaloo rubbed her muzzle about his tip as it emerged further, swallowing at the tip and then sliding all fours against him to slowly stroke down to his base, continuing to speak between slurps, “This stallion is amazing... we all gotta have turns with this beautiful work of art.”

“Actually I kinda made a chastity vow,” Troubleshoes said, “And that applies to fillies double so... if you wouldn’t mind...”

Apple Bloom started to unwind him, but Scootaloo stopped her, “Whoa baby, what are you doin?”

“I’m gonna unwrap him,” Apple Bloom said.

“You cannot do that,” complained Thrackerzod, “That is Troubleshoes; he is a dangerous felon and rapist and will probably attempt to murder us the moment that he is freed.”

“Naw, you got it all wrong,” Troubleshoes sighed, “Those were all just accidents.”

“Impregnating a pony and raping a steer were accidents?” asked Thrackerzod incredulously.

“Keep him tied up so he can’t get away,” Scootaloo said, “We’ll let him go when we’re done with this amazing piece of fuck flesh! Hoo ah!”

“Figures,” sighed Troubleshoes.

“Scootaloo, we’re not gonna rape him,” Apple Bloom sighed.

“It ain’t rape if you want it, baby,” Scootaloo said, “We just gotta show him that he wants it.”

“We should let him go!” said Sweetie Belle to Thrackerzod, “Besides, I don’t want something like that inside my body!”

“You don’t get a vote!” yelled Thrackerzod, then noticed the other two were looking at him, “I mean, he does not get a vote, obviously. I vote in favor of Scootaloo’s crude bodily urges. I am also curious if our bodies can take his abnormal size.” She would have voted no, but she was still annoyed at Sweetie Belle’s tendency to continue existing, so voted in spite of her.

“Yeah, ah guess ah am a little curious how much ah kin take,” Apple Bloom admitted, “Fine, let’s get on with the rapin’. Ah really wish sometimes we could just play a game or somethin’... game-ish at least.”

“We’ll make it a game,” suggested Scootaloo, “Whoever can’t take him balls deep in her fun factory owes whoever can a night as their naughty sex slave. “ She had a toy box full of new bondage gear back at the club house she wanted to try out, after all.

“Now come on, ya’ll don’t wanna do that,” Troubleshoes said. “I don’t wanna hurt any of you innocent childrens.”

“Sorry, partner,” said Apple Bloom, “But ah got out-voted, so have some innocence.”

With that, Apple Bloom tightened the curtains rather than pulling them off, and instead climbed up onto his chest, turning about and sliding her plot against his muzzle. Soon he had a filly sitting on his muzzle, sliding her cute little bottom up and down against him, and slowly growing wet enough to dribble into his mouth.

“He sure ain’t lickin much,” complained Apple Bloom.

“Should I bite and or stab his testicular area?” offered Thrackerzod.

“No worries, sweet thang,” said Scootaloo, “No stallion alive can resist the three of us for long. Hoo!”

Scootaloo continued to slurp Troubleshoe’s shaft, sliding her hooves all over it, not leaving a square inch of his shaft and balls not covered in her saliva. As Scooaloo moved back to the tip, Thrackerzod lent her own help, slurping at his balls again and giving just a bit of a nibble, as threateningly as she could without him screaming in pain from it. His shaft didn’t mind the attention, and soon it was throbbing at full hardness, which was more full than any hardness they’d ever seen; he dwarfed even Big Macintosh with his girth and length. It was hard to imagine even a full grown mare taking the thing comfortably. A normal sized pony would pass out from blood loss every time they got hard if they had equipment this size.

Troubleshoes did take the nibble-threat to heart though, as he reluctantly ran his thick tongue out to slide it across Apple Bloom’s slit. He had to admit that he liked the taste of the fresh young cunt meat, and lapped up and down against her as she started to roll her hips back against him in turn, squeaking just a bit adorably in contrast to her actions.

“Inside...” Apple Bloom grunted, and he tried his best, though his tongue was abnormally large as well, so getting it inside a foal cunt, even one that was reasonably well-used, was a challenge. Her next squeak was matched with a lewd slurp from her nethers as he forced his tongue inside, spreading out her labia and reaching deeper to get a better taste of her not-quite-innocent youth. She panted and started rocking backwards regularly, his tongue a bit larger than the shafts of the colts at school, juice drooling down his chin as he tongue-drilled into her.

“So what’s the youngest pussy you’ve ever had, studly?” Scootaloo asked as she crawled up upon him, sliding her whole front side against his shaft as she slowly moved her muzzle away and her own delicious slit within range, “Scoot likes to know where she compares.”

“T-twenty I thank?” Trouble got out between laps before Apple Bloom pushed her little rump more firmly against him.

“Sweetie, you don’t know how good your cock can feel until you’ve had it in a single-digit pussy!” Scootaloo said as she slid her own single-digit aged pussy against his tip.

Scootaloo pushed back against him, Thrackerzod moving to hold the shaft steady for her. Thrackerzod moved forward to take a few laps at Scootaloo as well, not that the permanently-moist pegaslut needed any help getting ready, then sat her own plot down at the base of his shaft, rubbing her own little pussy against him. Scootaloo got the idea when Thrackerzod grabbed both her hind legs with her magic, and braced herself against Troubleshoes’s chest.

Scootaloo leaned forward to give Apple Bloom a deep smack on the lips, then pushed herself back against the blunt tip. Thrackerzod yanked both of Scoot’s hind hooves back at the same time, and together they managed to stuff his shaft firmly inside, her wet lips popping grotesquely around the monster and forcing her way down upon it. Scootaloo was almost instantly rocked with violent shudders from the girth.

“Oh baby, I ain’t never had anything like this before!” Scootaloo showed just a rare bit of uncertainty. “Come on help, Thracker, balls deep or bust!”

“His cock is literally long enough to reach your throat. My expert opinion is that you will almost certainly never walk again,” informed Thrackerzod, “But if you wish me to abandon all concern for your well-being, then it is upon your own head. Or alternately up your immature mating parts.”

“Uh, now ya don’t have to take it all the way,” Apple Bloom was a big concerned too, “Ah mean it won’t do ya any good ta have us as yer sex slave if ya can’t walk.”

“As long as I can thrust my hips, HOO!” Scootaloo didn’t seem concerned. “Besides, ponies are stretchy!”

Thrackerzod narrowed her eyes a bit, then grasped Scootaloo’s hind legs with her own forelegs, along with her magic as well, and pulled back with all her strength. Sadly for Troubleshoes, she chose to brace her hind hooves against the padding of his balls as she did this, and his squeal was every bit as loud as Scootaloo’s.

Even Troubleshoes had to admit though that the feel of that ridiculously tight hole around him was worth a bit of pain though, as he felt himself push back into her, forced through her already heavily damaged cervix, and smacking his blunt tip against the back wall of her womb. Despite this, Scootaloo seemed to be in quite the opposite of pain, and exploded in orgasmic bliss just from feeling the largest cock she’d ever had rammed into her. She clung to his chest, panting and rolling her eyes back, body shaking even as Thrackerzod got a coating of Scootagoo.

“Has she began to vomit out her internal organs yet?” Thrackerzod asked.

“No, not yet,” confirmed Apple Bloom, “It’s... really deep though.” Apple Bloom could barely think with Trouble’s groan vibrating up through her own pussy, but reached as far as she could to feel over Scootaloo’s body. Her belly was swollen to the point that she looked pregnant. “Ah dun think we should...”

Thrackerzod, apparently let down that Scootaloo hadn’t finally suffered for her sluttiness, yanked her back again. Scootaloo squealed so loudly that Apple Bloom had to cover her ears, and Trouble wished he could cover his. Thrackerzod gave several more violent yanks, not stopping until Scootaloo’s belly was flush with Troubleshoes, her cum whore of a plot seated neatly against his enormous balls, her pelvis giving as her hips literally popped out of their sockets to accomodate the monster of a cock.

“I have never felt so full,” Scootaloo could barely speak herself, eyes rolled back so far that one could only see white, her body shivering as drool ran off her muzzle to pool on Troubleshoe’s chest. Despite how horrible it sounded for her hips to unhinge, and how much her hind legs were now jerking, she seemed like nothing but happy at how things had turned out, far too deep in her lust to feel pain.

Thrackerzod grinned widely, though the grin lessened when it became obvious that Scootaloo was still in the opposite of pain. She blinked in disbelief, letting go of Scootaloo’s jerk-crazy legs, and moving along to her side. Her eyes wide, she placed a hoof on Scootaloo’s side and tried to measure where the cock should be. She could have sworn it was too big; she thought that Scootaloo would be little more than a condom at this point, but somehow...

“You... are you actually bigger on the inside?!” Thrackerzod demanded, “There is literally no way that could have fit! ...I MUST understand this. Experiments will be necessary when we return to our home base.”

“Help...” Scootaloo breathed as she shivered.

At first Thrackerzod felt a small victory, until she realized that Scootaloo wanted a different kind of help. Thrackerzod rolled her eyes, pushing Scootaloo’s rock-stiff wings out of the way a bit and grasping her around the hips. She jerked the filly forward, then leaned back again, Scootaloo’s own hips doing what they could as she was more or less used as a fleshlight by Troubleshoes. Scootaloo groaned out again, even the raving cock-worshipping slut overtaken by pleasure.

Apple Bloom rolled her eyes back as well, as Troubleshoes groans were unlike she’d ever felt as well, her body rocking with the intensity as her little pussy poured it’s juice into his muzzle, continuing to pump her hips as he was forced to take several large gulps of her fuck fluid to avoid suffocation.

“Aw yeah,” panted Apple Bloom, though when she got a better look at Scootaloo, “Uh, y-you sure yer okay Scoot?” When Scootaloo managed to nod her head yes between convulsions, Apple Bloom let her go, “Uh, girls, ah thank... ah’m just gonna say you won tha game. Ah don’t think ah’ll even come close to doing that.”

“No, you must try!” demanded Thrackerzod, looking increasingly exhausted as she helped Scootaloo take long strokes of the throbbing stallion-hood, “I must know if this ability is unique to Scootaloo or if all ponies are capable of such horrors. And besides, we all promised we would play this suicidal game.”

Apple Bloom didn’t get to answer before Troubleshoes groaned again, sending another flurry of hot vibrations up through her body, even as his shaft finally shot off into the delicious little cunt. He arched his back, straining as if it was so tight that his cum was having a hard time making it from balls to tip through the tight opening, but finally burst a nut inside her, immediately ballooning her little womb. As much as Thrackerzod tried to hold her down, the pressure was eventually too much and Scootaloo was literally shot off of his shaft, smacking her head against the ceiling and raining down a shower of goo on everyone. She flopped down onto the ground, still groaning as her body convulsed in another orgasm. Troubleshoes continued to fire off, giving Apple Bloom a thick coating of seed in the process. Apple Bloom closed her eyes, but opened her muzzle, taking several large gulps of the stallion’s scrumptious seed in the process.

Thrackerzod, calmly rose back to her hooves as she was covered in a gooey spray, then casually walked over to the still convulsing Scootaloo. She took hold of one of Scootaloo's hind legs and wedged a hoof against her belly as she twisted to pop the limb back into joint, causing another splurt of spunk to fountain out of Scootaloo’s cunt in the process. She did the same for the other leg, but then left Scootaloo to lay there. Scootaloo shivered on the floor, and she still seemed to be enjoying herself.

Thrackerzod looked over at Apple Bloom, “It is your turn. Seat yourself upon his reproductive organ and I will attempt to violently force it inside of you.”

“Uh, I’d rather you not pull me onto it too far,” Apple Bloom chuckled, barely coming down from her own high, and so covered with cum that one couldn’t even tell what color her coat and mane were at the moment.

“I think I’m spent actually, girls, so if ya don’t mind I um...” Troubleshoes started.

“Nonsense,” Thrackerzod cut him off, “Your organ is still ridiculously hard. It is obvious that you approve of fillies being impaled upon your breeding mechanism.”

“Yeah try and beat that,” panted Scootaloo, rolling slightly, but still unable to pull herself back to a standing position.

“Uh, how about you go next Thrackerzod,” Apple Bloom suggested, thinking that perhaps Thrackerzod would be less able to force her down onto it after she’d had a taste of it herself.”

“Ack no! I don’t want that in my body!” complained Sweetie Belle again.

“Well it is going into MY body whether you like it or not,” said Thrackerzod, “And I will outdo even the mighty mega-slut."

“Flattery will get you everywhere with me,” panted Scootaloo. “And I respect your slutty determination, but you can’t go deeper than balls deep... hoooooooo...” She grinned at Troubleshoes then, attempting to crawl towards his head but not making much leeway, “Hey big guy... wanna lick your fun juice outta my fun hole?” she grunted, “Just... gonna take a while... on my way...“

“You,” Thrackerzod pointed to Apple Bloom, “Assist with my impalement.”

“Uh, sure,” Apple Bloom, “Can we have a safe word or something? Cause otherwise I will have a real hard time knowin' if yer wantin' me to continue or not.”

“The safe word is ‘keep goin’!” suggested Scootaloo.

“You need not fret,” assured Thrackerzod, “If this body perishes in the attempt, I give my solemn vow that I will not seek retribution.”

Thrackerzod waggled her rump a bit, as she tried to line up her body, her face scrunching up with a bit of uncertainty, but she knew exactly how she could outdo Scootaloo. Maybe Scootaloo was bigger on the inside, but she still wasn’t as skilled with evil magic as Thrackerzod. Thrackerzod could think with portals.

Apple Bloom looked reluctant still, but helped all the same, grasping one of Thrackerzod’s hind legs under each foreleg to hold them, then reared up on her hind legs and leaned back in an attempt to pull her onto the bound stallion’s bits. She was, at least, careful not to stand on his balls.

Thrackerzod used her magic to steady his shaft so that it wouldn’t pop away instead of in, straining hard as her labia slowly pushed apart, then yelping when it finally gave and she felt the tip crammed into her. Even with just the tip inside, it was a huge circumference of fuck flesh stretching her out. She rolled her hips, panting as she forced herself back more and more, Apple Bloom’s assistance letting her sink deeper still.

Troubleshoes might have given up resisting, but he was grunting softly himself, his powerful hips starting to thrust upwards into her, one of the few movements he could make in his present position. Even Thrackerzod groaned, the stretching not unpleasant even if she wasn’t the cock-puppet that Scootaloo was. She let herself go a bit, freely groaning as he pushed against her cervix, taking a bit more of a pounding to burst through her’s than Scootaloo’s, and finally pushing into her womb and smacking the back wall of her womb.

Just to see if being bigger inside was a trait shared by her own body, Thrackerzod tried to push it deeper, shoving again and again only to have his tip stretch the back wall of her womb, refusing to go deeper, and still only a little over half way in.

“Thrackerzod, I thank ah should stop,” said Apple Bloom nervously, “Ah dun wanna hurt you...”

“Continue!” demanded Thrackerzod.

“Ain’t no shame in not taking the whole thing,” comforted Scootaloo, “Not everypony can be the master of penetration that this filly is, hoo!”

Scootaloo had made her way to Troubleshoe’s head, and though it took almost as much effort for her to get atop him in her present condition as it was taking Thrackerzod to take the whole shaft, she eventually pressed her very well used filly slit against the stallion’s muzzle.

Though she’d never admit it, Scootaloo was doing it more to help with her soreness than just her usually wanting to get off again; it was starting to creep into her hindquarters as the fuck hormones flooding her system slowly wore off. She rolled her eyes back a bit and just relaxed as his thick tongue lapped warmly between her cum-covered thighs, leaning forward and giving Thrackerzod a deep kiss as she did so.

Thrackerzod finally gave up trying to be bigger on the inside, and her horn glowed brightly. She opened wide into the kiss with Scootaloo, then formed a portal against the back wall of her womb, with its exit inside her esophogus. The pressure suddenly gave way, Troubleshoe’s shaft flew forward, and Apple Bloom fell over backwards at the sudden lack of resistance. Thrackerzod felt her neck swell with the girth, opening her muzzle so wide it felt like her jaw was near unhinging, the cum covered tip existing her mouth. Sure enough, her rump smacked against his balls, taking his full length.

“Oh fuck yes,” Sweetie Belle said in Thrackerzod’s head, “I’m so glad you made us do this, this is amazing!” Thrackerzod tried to grumble in disappointment that Sweetie was enjoying it, but couldn’t say much of anything with a cock protruding from her muzzle, and couldn't cease now without being suspicious. She continued pushing herself back against it, taking long strokes so that his tip went back to her mouth, then pushed out again.

Apple Bloom staggered back to her hooves, stumbling back over there, but as soon as she saw the tip protruding from Thrackerzod’s muzzle, she shrieked.

“Oh mah Celestia ah’m so sorry!” Apple Bloom yelled, “Don’t move at all, we need to get a doctor here right now and... why ain’t ya bleedin’ all over the place?”

“Oh shucks,” Troubleshoes signed, “Did I just impale a filly? Figures I’d end up impalin' my first time with one. Just my luck.”

Scootaloo didn’t seem as perturbed, immediately suckling at the shaft tip as it exited her friend’s muzzle. It did occur to her a few seconds later that that was weird, and she jerked and widen her eyes just for a bit. Thrackerzod looked like she was having a swell time, though, so Scootaloo just shrugged and went back to slurping the tip.

“Seems fine to me,” said Scootaloo between slurps, “But Thracker, you are gonna have to teach me how to do that!”

Apple Bloom’s eyes were still wide, but she nodded slowly, feeling over Thrackerzod’s body just to make sure nothing was obviously tearing apart. When she seemed okay, if a bit bloated, she reluctantly pulled her front legs around Thrackerzod’s body, helping to move her up and down further on the cock, lengthening the strokes so that the tip went all the way back to her womb before pushing up through her throat again. Scootaloo suckled the tip and lapped her tongue around it as it pushed out, then kissed Thrackerzod deeply when it went back.

Scootaloo reached over to Apple Bloom, motioning for her to lean down, and Apple Bloom did so as she continued to hold Thrackerzod, and during the next in-thrust Scootaloo kissed Apple Bloom instead. Apple Bloom felt herself relax at the situation as Thrackerzod joined the kiss to make it a three way, and even let her tongue slide across Troubleshoes’ cock as it emerged impossibly from her friend's mouth.

Troubleshoes relaxed as well, groaning at the strange yet amazing sensation of pushing all the way through the filly, starting to think this must be a dream or something. Either way, his cock pulsed now as his thrusts became faster and more enthusiastic, soon Apple Bloom having to use all her strength to hold Thrackerzod steady as the cock was pushed through her in long strokes, smacking her belly against his base with each thrust.

Thrackerzod couldn’t do much moaning, but her body convulsed violently as her orgasm crashed through her body, every twitch and squirm felt by Troubleshoes, he could even feel the beat of her little heart, and that was the last thing he needed to prime him.

He fired off his load like a cannon, looking like Thrackerzod suddenly vomited a gush of thick stallion sperm at first, then pushed up through her and blasted again. Thrackerzod’s whole body seemed to momentarily expand with each blast of seed through his shaft.

Of course the blasts hit Scootaloo point blank, which she didn’t mind. The pressure was like a fire hose though. She opened her mouth, and it hit her with such force that it literally shot down her throat without her needing to swallow. She was filled up and then blown backward, landing on her back in a puddle of cum on the other side of Troubleshoes’s head. The remainder coated the stallion’s face, leaving him sputtering, then swallowing what had gotten in his mouth.

Thrackerzod panted, still a bit peeved that Sweetie enjoyed it, but happy that she showed up Scootaloo for once. She slowly pulled herself off of the shaft, closing the portals inside her as he pulled back through her tunnel, pulling off of him with a lewd pop. Thrackerzod rolled off of Troubleshoes, attempting to stand, and succeeded despite her knees shaking violently.

Apple Bloom looked at Scootaloo, half way across the room, covered in cum, and eating as much of it as she could, licking it off her hooves, then Thrackerzod, who was shaky, still pretty covered in cum from before. Thrackerzod simply glared at Apple Bloom, as if challenging her. Apple Bloom looked back at Troubleshoe’s shaft. It was still throbbing hard. Troubleshoes was loving the forced filly pussy a great deal, which probably made him think it was a dream even more than Thrackerzod’s breaking physics. This was way more pleasure than he normally got from accidental sex.

“There ain’t no way in hells that ah am gonna take that anywhere near what you girls did,” said Apple Bloom, “Seriously ah...”

“It’s okay, sweetie,” Scootaloo panted, rubbing more cum off her chest and then suckling it off her hoof between words, “Just enjoy it as far as ya can, and I’ll make it up to ya later once I gotcha in the sex swing! Hoo!”

“Would ya mind untying me now?” Troubleshoes asked weakly, “I’ll fuck the last of ya too, promise. I'm nothin' if not fair.”

“Sure,” Apple Bloom said, “Not really comfortable fuckin’ a stallion that’s tied up anyway.”

She pulled the curtains from around him as she intended to do before, though they were very much drenched in cum now which added a bit of slipperiness. She managed to pull the twists and turns off of him though, and he wobbled to his feet, looking down at her and reminding her how huge this stallion really was.

“The thangs ah do when you two outvote me,” sighed Apple Bloom.

Troubleshoes, a great deal more eager now that he’d felt their sweet plots around his shaft several times, breathed heavily as he turned Apple Bloom around, pulling her beneath him with his forelegs. He thrust forward, and his cock flopped against her head instead of against her little puss, drooling cum over her face.

“Uh sorry,” Troubleshoes said awkwardly, “Uh, maybe if we...”

He sat back on his haunches, pulling Apple Bloom back with him. She went limp and let the big guy pick her up, placing her bottom against his tip again, holding her with both of his massive front hooves under each of her front legs.

Scootaloo managed to make it there, pulling herself close and starting to lick his balls eagerly, looking upward to get a nice view of Apple Bloom’s little slit as it stretched more and more with the pressure. As for Thrackerzod, she just walked up and watched Apple Bloom with vague interest.

Troubleshoes sensed Apple Bloom’s lower enthusiasm and didn’t ram up like he would have in one of the others now, but he was pressing against her little pussy so hard that went the stretched orifice did finally give for him, his cock ended up pushing far into her, tip slamming into her cervix on the first thrust.

He paused and looked at her, squirming her rump a bit which felt wonderful on his cock. She moaned, stretching her legs out as if enjoying the girth after she took a moment to adjust, and nodded her head for the stallion to continue.

He pulled back, pushing upwards again to punch against her cervix. His thrusts were slowly moving more rapidly, impacting the door to her womb harder with each stroke, even if he kept watching her face to make sure she still looked delirious with pleasure.

“Farther,” Apple Bloom moaned.

He pulled her up and down more roughly, hammering and finally breaking into her womb as he jerked her down, her little belly swelling widely with his girth, her legs splayed out and shivering violently, the only movement they could make at the moment.

His tip hammered the back of her womb, and her eyes got just a bit wider, barely getting out of her drool dribbling muzzle, “Deep enough...”

He seemed okay with it, shoving his shaft up into her as hard as he could without risking injury, pulling it almost fully out and the back to bottoming out in her. Scootaloo assisted by standing up on her hind legs and massaging her forelegs up and down the half that wasn’t fitting, licking and squeezing at it, tasting Apple Bloom’s cunt honey as it dripped down his cock.

“You like that tight little puss?” Scootaloo grinned as she stroked, “Cause it sure looks good stretched around this monster. Hoo! Come on baby, give us some dirty talk.”

Troubleshoes leaned down and kissed Apple Bloom as his strokes intensified, and she returned it even though she was gagging just from the thought of him going any deeper. As they played their tongues together, Apple Bloom moaned out, her moans growing louder and louder, her body convulsing as well, her juices pouring down Trouble’s cock so profusely that Scootaloo got a brief shower of femme juice. Scootaloo held her mouth open and guzzled as much as she could, using her whole body to stroke his throbbing base now.

“Aw yeah fuck me,” Apple Bloom panted, the reluctant filly always getting into it once it was in her, “Wreck that nine year old cunt ... wanna feel that throbbin’ stallion shaft blast me off.”

He arched his back and groaned when he did go off, though he didn’t blast her off, instead holding her tightly against him, packing wave after wave of seed into her ballooning womb even as it all just forced its way back through the tight penetration and rained on a very happy Scootaloo.

“Aw yeah, take that cum in yer little underage cock hole!” Troubleshoes finally got fully into the spirit of things, “Fucking hell... I think I’m gonna blow another load in ya all! Tight little foal cunts are the best!” He started to think that he finally got some good luck. Really really good luck.

Unfortunately, his sudden burst of dirty talk was the first thing the ‘rescuers’ heard as they kicked down the door to his trailer. The extra time he’d taken for foal fun, forced or not, had given them plenty of time to get all the way to his trailer. They looked over and there he was, cock half way into one filly, cum still pouring over an already cum coated filly beneath her, and Thrackerzod just sitting on the side with a calm look on her face and somewhat drier seed dripping off every part of her.

“Oh my stars!” yelled Silverstar, “We were too late! He brutally raped them all!”

“Can’t rape the willing, baby... Hoo!” said Scootaloo, cum slinging around the room as she held her hoof up.

“There is nothing in existence that could successfully rape Scootaloo,” Thrackerzod agreed.

The adults must have not been really listening to the kids, because they acted as if they had just screamed for help.

“Hooves in the air!” screamed Star Spur.

Troubleshoes did as he was told, sitting up on his haunches and raising his front legs. Apple Bloom however, was still hanging off his shaft, bouncing a bit and running and spasming all four legs, not even trying to hide that it felt great.

“Dick outta tha filly!” screeched Silverstar, “Ah’d think that’d be obvious!”

Troubleshoes was just confused at this point, so Thrackerzod politely slid Apple Bloom off the shaft, plopping her on the floor. She splashed as she landed in a three inch deep cum puddle.

“Just my luck,” sighed Troubleshoes.

“Eh...” Braeburn looked a bit incredulous. He didn’t want to say it in front of the sheriff, but he wasn’t buying the rape theory after his earlier interactions with the trio.

Applejack figured Scootaloo started it, but that didn’t keep her from being angry that she had walked in on her sister hanging off the biggest cock she’d ever seen. Okay, she was just a LITTLE jealous too.

“Troubleshoes,” said Silverstar, “You’re under arrest, for vandalizin’ the property, peace of mind, and plots of the good rodeo-lovin’ ponies of Equestria! Not to mention filly fuckin’! And... generalized mayhem.”

“Wait!” said Apple Bloom as she picked her cum-covered body up off the floor and swayed.

“Braeburn,” said Applejack, “Get these fillies some place safe... and clean ‘em off for Celestia’s sake... and clean em out .” She leaned towards him so the Sherriff and deputies couldn’t hear and added, “And no fuckin’ em. Got it? Specially not Apple Bloom!” She really didn’t care if he dragged off Scootaloo and banged her, but she couldn’t add that sort of detail at the moment.

“Wait! No! Listen!” Apple Bloom yelled, “Applejack! No!”

“I’m the one you should be arrestin’” said Scootaloo, accurately enough, “Hoo!”

“I too am distressed that he is being removed from our presence,” added Thrackerzod.

But Applejack and the others were already leaving back towards the town with Troubleshoes in custody.

Back at Braewburn’s house, cleaned and just a little less gaping after some enjoyably cool healing salve had been rubbed all over and in their plots, the three watched Applejack getting ready to go to her competition.

“But Troubleshoes isn’t the rapist everypony thinks!” said Apple Bloom.

“Sakes alive!” Applejack said, whatever the fuck that means, “What’s with you? Why in tarnation would ya want me to help get him outta jail, when he’s tha one that ran off with ya’ll and dragged ya back to his little rape shack ta begin with!”

Apple bloom looked extremely awkward, unsure of what to say, and even Scootaloo didn’t have any flirts at the moment to counter it. Thrackerzod tried her best to look awkwardly ashamed as well.

“Now if ya’ll will excuse me,” said Applejack, “Ah’m off ta win the Appleoosa Rodeo haybale monster stack!”

“Um, Applejack?” asked Apple Bloom, just as Applejack was slamming the door and leaving.

“Why did we not just inform her of our collective actions?” asked Thrackerzod, “Not that I am insinuating that standing around like idiots was an unwise decision.”

There was an awkward silence for a minute, before Thrackerzod spoke again.

“We should cease this madness now,” said Thrackerzod, “If we go to the end, we will end up getting gang-banged by clowns, and that is something I will not do even to fit in. Clowns are among the most terrifying creatures in existence. Just behind mimes.”

“Yeah ah was sorta thinking the same thang,” agreed Apple Bloom, “Let’s just fade to black and say we did it.”

“Okay babies,” said Scootaloo, “But I’m pullin’ out the sex swing soon as we get back to the club house. HOO!”