Author's Note

Hello again, Fireflower is back again and ready to give you another chapter on the way: of course, like the second and seventh chapters, this will contain the same certain subject matters and thusly are the reason why this story has been rated M for Mature; the only thing I can say for one last time is that I hope you are not under eighteen, easily offended, and/or quickly nauseated.

Aside from disclaimers long ago, I want to take the time to say thank you for never pulling out and giving up too early since we're now in the the new year and a new month with a new hope to have and hold with tender loving care rather than yet a totally lost cause and the strength to continue onward in staying tuned for the future that is the now; in addition, I would also like to apologize for not doing so in time as usual since this chapter here was hard enough to write down given the whole turn of events I had made myself go through: I believe at this rate, everything is going to make sense soon enough as we all float onward.

Lastly, let me also say that I hope you can withstand this chapter now and stay tuned for future chapters later on so as usual, you have but a few options: stop right there and wait, go back to the beginning, or skip ahead to the next chapter; whatever decision you make, I won't blame you but consider yourselves warned.

Photophobia

All throughout the way, there was only an abysmal void of complete blackness where such factors of sight, substance, and scent lay buried in the obscurities referred to as the unknown. The exceptions that gave clues to the location’s identity were surface, sensitivity, and sound: such were the roaring winds that were being far too close for comfort by anyone’s standards. Most importantly, the current occupancy was above from simply desolate, let alone abandoned; after all, this encroaching darkness all along proven to be outright temporary to say the very least.

A tall and dark skinned blonde was lying supine with a face plastered with freckles and sand all across the way. Nearby her head was a light brown hat with a wide brim that had laid by its side and also accumulated some debris. A dark red blouse was found on the tanned blonde’s torso underneath a brown vest with the lower rims of the fabric blowing to and fro. There was also a matching rubber band that kept her hair in place despite the roaring winds that were kicking upward. The tanned blonde had some slacks snugly held in place by a black belt with a red buckle in the shape of an apple. Worn on her feet was a large pair of boots with its heels resting onto the sand without any armed intervention whatsoever.

“Applejack, mah child, can you hear me…?” a tender yet pained voice echoed within the distance, causing a pair of jade orbs to fly wide open slowly.

In an instant, the named listener had started spitting out something from the mouth in confusion and grunted, “Granny…?”

“Open your eyes, mah child: Ah need you to see what have been done; Ah have died long ago…” Granny’s voice spoke back in the same tone for the awakened Applejack to hear only clearly, “we were ordered to abandon this farm along with the town as well; instead, we were all killed.”

At this point, the tanned blonde started to arise from her current station only to find what had awaited all up in front at once; suffice to say, the gathering possibilities were far from benign. The blood red skies were occupied by the likes of such highly immense smoke clouds with only a small patchy break of yellow flying about within the distance above far out of her own reach. All around Applejack were nothing more than but some sand and fog littered below throughout every step of the way like a treacherous sea filled with the most dangerous of predators dwelling.

“Not all of us…” a harsh masculine voice quickly interjected as a shadowy figure had emerged from out of nowhere.

The tanned blonde soon squinted her weary eyes towards the lone figure and gasped slowly, “what, who’s there…?”

“One of your victims…” a lone pale male in a disheveled fashion with rotting flesh and droopy gaze answered contemptuously at first glance, “the one who was just following orders…!”

“You had forced mah hand…” she snarled back in frustration, matching the figure’s unholy glare.

Nonetheless, said figure in question disintegrated within the sand after Applejack made contact; within moments, another silhouette of a similar nature took its place and said back obnoxiously, “your hand was free; now, you have fucked up…!”

“Ah didn’t wish for all this to happen…” the tanned blonde had choked out only steadily as she was strolling slowly over across the sand, “Ah just wanted to save Apple Bloom, that’s all…”

“Deep down, you knew that it was about time no less…” a somber voice echoed back at her as the silhouette shifted form once again, this one wet with fresh scabs and scars befitting a knight.

Applejack had squinted at that visage and broke down when she tried to reach for the closest figure in front with a whimper, “Big Mac… Ah am sorry…”

“Cuz…” a faint feminine voice was heard behind the male entity, surrounded by other beings whom were now buried into the sand, “is that you…?”

“Babs…?” the tanned blonde peeped briefly as a silhouette of a small child was now within the former’s vicinity at once.

Applejack crawled on over to Babs quickly as the latter started to sink into the sand at once, “help… me…”

“There were over a thousand faces that were alive before the war arrived on our doorstep…” Granny echoed as the tanned blonde attempted to dig a hole where the childlike figure was earlier ago, “how many are alive today, Ah must wonder, let alone tomorrow? Ah thought that with this farm around, the town would be prosperous; but, Ah was sadly mistaken: not even the land was spared.”

“Granny, Big Mac, Babs… Ah am so sorry; Ah don’t want any of y’all to die in the first place…” Applejack sobbed as she found more sand in the short wake of things that had already ensued.

The tanned blonde knelt, throwing up her hands over the jade eyes to cover and wipe the wayward tears falling onto the ground; suddenly, a sinister voice appeared from behind snarling, “it doesn’t matter, the only way that you’ll be able to make amends at this rate is with your body.”

Applejack felt her ears perked up in an instant while turning around to find a large fist making contact with the face, sending the female down onto the ground completely. The sudden impact had quickly left the tanned blonde into a temporary daze; in addition, she then heard the sounds of laughter echoing from all around her at once. Her eyes awoken to find two dark figures standing nearby at once; aside from their widened one way smiles, they were all covered in blackness.

“What in tarnation is this…?!” Applejack coughed out in anger as she glared at them already, “who exactly are ya…?!”

“Who we are doesn’t matter to us; what matters to us is the experience your body will be having for a lifetime…!” they’d answered the tanned blonde within only seconds as they edge on further.

The moment when she attempted to get back onto her own feet, she had found that her attire was no longer upon the body; this realization made her scared yet she grunted, “don’t be getting any ideas…!”

“I’m afraid that it’s too late for that…” one of the figures laughed at Applejack, approaching leeringly at once, “it’s as what had been said: your body will be having an experience of a lifetime…”

“Like hay you will…!” the tanned blonde spat out as she started to send out a swift kick to the waistline; suddenly, her eyes had widened in shock as she felt something piercing so hard in her right leg.

As she started to lower, some sneers were soon searing out from their smiles as they spoke darkly, “what a poor pathetic girl she is, always going below the belt under normal circumstances.”

“And now she is going to learn how…” another similar figure nearby replied with a chuckle at once for Applejack to hear only already, “and what better way than taking her out for a ride that never ends…”

“What are you ––– alck!” was all that the tanned blonde had sputtered before being found in a tightening embrace, the silhouette’s arms exploring her body possessed so much substance fitting of a real live being no less. She felt her mouth now being invaded by the human shadow’s slick appendage, the touchy texture of tongues tying in a roundabout made the female’s face change into an all too familiar that would rival her eyes. Applejack even felt her visage widened, forcing her to look into the assailant’s blank malicious view before being forced onto the sand yet again, this time feeling the driving surface now crawling upon her bare skin at once.

The tanned blonde struggled to stand on her feet once more, only to find the weight of the attacker crashing down after; afterwards, she also felt something else making contact as well: it was another appendage similar to the tongue from earlier. With little warning whatsoever, it had entered her body, pressing onward with extended arduous strokes all the way in and out within little time as their skin galled off one another in a pulp fiction no less. Applejack started struggling at once and turned herself over to have her back exposed to the howling winds; however, the owner’s arms still held onto her without a care. To make matters even worse, the tanned blonde then felt something else enter her body as she started to break free and it was the same one that was already inside of her beneath anyway now in another location within the body.

Her jade eyes were now forced open by the sight of another solid silhouette, covered in blackness save for a white grin and blank eyes who placed a hand onto her chin and snorted, “mind if I join in as well…?”

“Don’t do this; Ah am warning you…!” Applejack had whimpered before being slapped in the face so suddenly, “ya can’t get away with this…!”

“Oh, you foolish girl: you’ve failed to realize how this situation has made it quite the contrary; as a matter of fact, there is nothing you can do to stop any of this at all…” a chuckle was emitted before the hand that smacked the tanned blonde was replaced with another appendage that was all too familiar. At this point on, the three shadowy beings press inward, forcing her to feel every single part of her body become ignited with pain as the jade orbs were opened wide to watch what was in front of her. The fact that Applejack was trapped by these solid silhouettes with no plan of a narrow escape had been already made aware but the fact that she was also unable to even speak worsened her situation. The tanned blonde felt her eyes become moistened as she felt them wreaking havoc inside of her body, especially one that was interfacing with her tongue too quickly.

As if watching the shadow in front of her slip in and out of the mouth repeatedly of all the places within wasn’t exacerbating it all, she felt her ears perk up to something that pierced the howling tempest, “so much for a reliable and dependable farm girl such a herself selling out her body…”

Soon, Applejack had heard some laughter but it wasn’t coming from the attackers inside her; instead, it was coming from all around her, its true point of origin left undetermined to concentrate on clearly. As the tanned blonde felt the invasion work its way deep inside her body, she was surrounded by people who used to say that rhyme about sticks and stones as if broken bones would hurt more than the names that would be called which had been started all at once.

At this point, she felt something warm and loose that made its way inside of her body at once: upon making this sudden discovery, they released her at once to sneer and laugh as she coughed a light pink liquid out so huskily. Applejack slowly rolled over in exhaustion as she turned to find a surrounding sea of spectators pointing and laughing at her without a care in the whole wide world whatsoever. The tanned blonde barely cared about the sudden appearance of the heckling crowd since they all had lacked any significant features that would basically strike a chord within no less than the first glance.

As she lay coughing up a rising storm out, her legs were being raised by a pair of hands belonging to one of the three, prompted a weak cry, “no, please don’t…”

“I’m afraid that it can’t be helped at all, girlie…” a snarling laugh was quickly heard by Applejack at once, “it’s as what had been said before: there is nothing that you can do to stop it.”

“Grrr AHH, STOP IT ALREADY, AH M–––” was all that the tanned blonde could scream out before she felt the same appendage thrust into her mouth once again. Out of all the parts of her body that had become inflamed by this harmful sensation she felt, the pair of arms and legs were left quickly restrained within moments. All throughout every step of the way, Applejack watched her vision be flooded by streams of tears as their owners had quickly worked their way across the slightly bloodstained body.

The hecklers watched and cheered on the spectacle that the tanned blonde was a part of, with the unsafe speed rivaling the likes of those dashing through tape as if it were the finish line in a race of who could be awful first. Among one of them even had the time to say something else as well, “oh wowie, look at that farm whore go; for such a virgin, she shakes to and fro…!”

“Was that Zecora…?” she’d thought to herself while suffocating under the force of this tortuous ordeal suddenly, “no, there’s no way it can’t be…”

While that Applejack cannot even see who was exactly within amongst the crowd all around her, she did feel the two expel themselves into her body once again before a quick release back out. The tanned blonde slowly turned on her side to cough up once again, this time with more redness pooling out from the pained lips that was matching the recent aftereffects of her bloody sheath. Even so, her vision was starting to become blurry, tears and sand working together to blind the trapped owner at the mercy of the spectators and performers whose laughing grew even darker.

“Now, then… time for the grand finale of your sorry lifetime…!” one of the performers snarled as Applejack watched her legs being raised up all the way over to touch the latter’s head at once.

Soon, the tanned blonde barely had time to react when she felt some pressure taking form upon her right leg so suddenly she groaned, “no… stop this; Ah am gonna die if you keep this up…!”

“I highly doubt that you will; besides, you already have…” a sneer was emitted as she watched her whispering eye become aligned with the owner’s mouth, “so I suggest you better enjoy this!”

“EEERRAAAAAAAAAAA!!” Applejack screamed hoarsely as the shadowy being entered her again, this time from another angle as the next phase of the ordeal became rough and ragged. Cheers and jeers pierced the tanned blonde’s ears as tears crawled out the corners of her own, forcing them to become closed tightly to avert the sight of such a predicament she’d gotten into. Even so, her teeth flashed into being as its enamel was now grinding up against itself from the overwhelming pain that she was experiencing all at once, physically, mentally, and emotionally.

Applejack had her eyelids flying wide open again to see what was being done to her already; with such sight and sense all still lurking about, she began sobbing profusely, “please kill me…”

“Applejack… can you hear me…?” a faint voice spoke within the distance but it had belonged to none of the audience nor the performers or even the eponymous tanned blonde in question; nonetheless, it spoke once more in the same tone it had begun, “Applejack, please wake up…”

“Hah…!” a loud gurgling gasp escaped from her as she soon found herself all alone once again in the burning sands, naked and afraid while bleeding out at once; while that she was relieved that it was over, it didn’t stop her from crying loudly anyway nor did the sandstorm subside. Applejack now rested onto her side as blood was being coughed out of the mouth to no end; additionally, she even watched the failing vision up in front slowly fade to a soft burning white. Before long, the tanned blonde watched a solitary figure approach her only slowly as she sighed.

Unlike all the others who had done her such harm earlier ago, this one stopped nearby her at once and said at once, “Applejack… can you hear me…? Applejack, please wake up…”

“Yes, Ah hear ya loud and clear…” Applejack wheezed as the roaring sands started to lose some speed all at once around a tad bit slowly, “but, Ah must ask: who are you…?”

“Just stay with us, alright; you’re safe now…” a solid whisper made its way to the tanned blonde’s ears all at once but she had barely heard any of these words in the process before her eyes were becoming closed tightly once again with little warning.