Author's Note

[Orgy] [Bacchanal] [ Rape ] [ Gangbang ]
Characters: [Apple Bloom] [OCs]
By Eu Vou!

[NSFW] Tears by Eu Vou!

Apple Bloom was laying in bed, her entire body feeling sore and aching after last night's events, to the point that even her private parts hurt.

In fact, her vagina and butt were the rulers of the Dominion of Pain that was Apple Bloom's body right there, right now. Thus, Apple Bloom found herself deprived of the ability to sleep and wander off, which now she desperately wanted to, at least for forget what happened to her the day before, when she had taken part, along with her sister to the Harvester Festival.
The festivity in question, at least the parts she had taken part until then, were usually something that Apple Bloom didn't like very much, preferring bedtime to stay up a little later for do nothing. The day before, however, Applejack told her the fateful words.

"Apple Bloom, yer' old enough fer' the Late Night Festival. Go take a flute, tonight you'll play music."

Those were the words. Apple Bloom, at the time, was excited at the prospect of take part to an event that, to her knowledge, had been left in the dark about due begin not old enough. When the night came, Applejack had escorted her to the place where the ceremony took place, a small moorland valley between low hills near the Everfree Forest.

Apple Bloom remembered clearly the disposition of everything. It was a big circle, with a bonfire using broken furniture, faggots of sticks and broken brooms as fuel in the dead center. Two circles of dancers, both female and male, wearing crowns made of fig and vine leafs, along with skinned squirrels on the chest for stallion and long chiseled stones tied to the back for mares. Then there was the crowd of celebrating watchers and, last but not least, the musicians with rattles, castanets, flutes and tambourines as musical instruments.

"Stay in here, and, for the love of Celestia, don't drop the flute!" Applejack said to Apple Bloom, just before leaving her in the musicians' circle to mix herself inside the crowd. Understanding that there was no point to follow Applejak, Apple Bloom remained in place, waiting for the ceremony to start, breathing the galvanized and joyful air that this sight emanated.

There was the sound of a single castanets that echoed around. Turning around, Apple Bloom saw it was one of her neighbours, a thing red mare with long orange mane.
Apparently, that was the signal for the ceremony to start, as the dancers started to some very simple jumped steps and the crowd murmured the words of a song in an unknown language. Soon after, all the other musician started to play their instruments with a slow rhythm, and Apple Bloom, after sitting down on the soft grass, started to play out something resembling the musical piece played by her companions.

The music then grew in rhythm, and, shortly after, the dancers started to do a faster and more elaborated dance, full of jumps through the bonfire, reverse movements and prancing, and the crowd started to sing even louder. Apple Bloom, feeling a bit nervous now, still plyed her instrument accordingly, or, at least, tired to, as the rhythm was way faster than that she was used to play on the flute. It only got worse, as the dance and music progressively grew faster and the chant descended in the land of hymns.

All of sudden, the dancers started to growl and howl loudly, moving their heads around almost independently from their body. Then, all of sudden, a stallion, with a loud and wild cry, left the deteriorating dancing circle for leap out onto the crowd. Apple Bloom could see that a mare had put herself on her back just before the stallion landed on her, slapping his erect penis on her face.

At this point, all Tartarus broke loose.

The dancers immediately left the circle with the loudest and most savage cry they could muster, before jumping onto the crowd. The sound of the mares and stallions howling wildly scared Apple Bloom, making her drop the flute on the mud. Remembering her sister's advice, she rushed to take it, but, before she could do it, a stallion of the crowd stepped on it while escaping, breaking it. Looking up for see what made the stallion flee so fast, Apple Bloom saw a blue and white maned mare that had the chiseled stone in her grip and that had the white of her eyes quite visible.

Apple Bloom just looked at her scared, not realizing that, meanwhile, two stallions were rushing towards her, the eyes and genitalia showing shamelessly their intent towards the filly, who, when realized the danger, it was too late.

One of the stallion dancers tackled Apple Bloom and pinned her to the ground, bringing her pain. Then he forced Apple Bloom's jaw to open up, before sticking his erect penis inside, which made a scared, pained Apple Bloom start to cry. Shortly after, the mare with the long stone also rushed in, and put the stone up Apple Bloom's ass, just in time for the other stallion to occupy the last untouched orifice of Apple Bloom, her virgin pussy, which was broke with a small trickle of blood and even more pain.

Finding herself in that situation, Apple Bloom started to cry and tear, unable to defend herself now, and praying for it to end, be it with death or rescue. When the stallion that had forced her to give him a blowjob apparently got bored of using her, he extracted his pensi from Apple Bloom's mouth.

At this point, she called otu her siste'rs name weakly, before blacking out.
And now, after very foggy memories of what happened in-between, Apple Bloom was there, in a hospital room, images of her battered body and her wrecked and torn crotch on the bedside table, a catheter driving deep inside of her body for collect urine, and resentment towards her sister in her heart.

I... I... I hate her so much, she thought I will not let her do anythign else with me... I will not. I won't forgive. I... She groaned angrily, then she dropped her head on the tear-stained pillow.

I just hope to end them... end them all...