Author's Note

It's Fireflower again with my first My Little Pony fanfic that goes beyond the typical oneshots I had made from before and using canon characters as human beings instead of their normal forms; however, this is nonetheless a Mature fanfic for that this chapter here will deal with a certain subject matter considered unsuitable for those under eighteen, easily offended, and/or quickly nauseated.

In addition, I would like to take this time to inform you that this chapter is only a flashback but it can and will bring shock, awe, and outrage out of you in ways too horrible to imagine so it's with a generous heart and mind that yours truly has uploaded another chapter after this as well on the same day no less: for those of you amongst themselves wishing to skip ahead, please do so; I promise, this one will help calm your nerves a bit for the most part.

As always, My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic, including its settings and characters belong to Lauren Faust and Hasbro; however, this concept of my fanfic belongs to me so I will say this line one time only: please do not steal this story or I will sue.

Lastly, let me also say that I hope you can withstand this chapter now and stay tuned for future chapters later on then again, 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.

Red

This day was perhaps feeling like any other day to say the very least for anything and everything, a constant result of the turning world rotating on its own axis at a set speed while revolving as well on a different speed to say the least; as a result, half of it was already bathed in daylight anyway no less. As such, the big blue sky had become clear enough to see the golden sun shining about over the scope with a flock of birds from various sizes and shades soaring across so serenely. Within a large dream drop distance was but a civilization defined in such various materials used to build them from the ground up, most of them all being the ones suitably fit for the likes of even three little pigs. The calm gentle breeze was surfing across every one of the grassy knolls, the brilliant green surrounding it all on a solid lower plane of existence even at the dirt road guided its way over from a nearby forest, a curvilinear line worth holding as much as it is and was also worth crossing as well. Amongst the very backgrounds had rested a valley and ridge of smoky mountains, raging with growth and erosion in the process of their trying times as the sun was hovering over them. Bustling about, the small town was already filled to the brim with an utter abundance of many people from various demographic: age, gender, finances, and social standing being rather nothing short from the standardized metallurgy of life.

Out of all the places within this rather quiet town in particular, there was one that had stood out amongst the others no less: it was a large homestead in the very outskirts that remained in the very distance by the sidelines overall. Although that there were some amber waves of grain shining onward thanks to the rays of sunlight bouncing off and leaving behind sparkles of glory in the process, they were outmatched by an abundances of trees surrounding the big red barn as they stood tall and proud like they were royalty. The encamping white fences around the premises were able to withstand the very test of time itself, serving to act as the borders to the open field where the lines had been drawn into the very dirt each and every one of them being a home full of plants now sprouting up and about into a quick about–face of fortune. There was a little orange shed that stood upright and running, being occupied only by the acute sounds of clucking from various decibels; without a doubt whatsoever, its presence was serving to be a home for the ones that can’t even touch the sky at all. Nearby the lush archway had been a lilac fountainhead with a small bucket and two barrels in close range, ready to provide nourishment for the massive vegetation dwelling about within the very confines of it all. All that had remained out there was a big red house not on the lone prairie that stood out in the midst of such things, instantly overshadowing the small bales of hay which were standing by their sides.

As of this moment, there was a tall, dark, and blonde female that was walking about already, wearing a face full of freckles underneath the jade orbs and a smile too plastered amongst the kind visage. On her head was a light brown hat that was widely brimmed enough to shield her from the rays of sunshine composed of heat and light in every photon. She had on a dark red blouse onto her torso that was overlaying an undersized dark brown vest; the former had been buttoned carefully all the way to the top whereas the latter could not even touch the very waistline suffice to say. A rubber band matching that of her blouse was found to be tied around the long hair, creating a short synthetic tail at the very end but leaving the rest of the top alone to say the least. A pair of slacks was found to be already adorned on the blonde’s legs, snugly being held in place by a jet black belt fastened with a red buckle in the shape of an apple no less. Treading off on the dirt path lightly were a large pair of boots in place of bare feet, possessing even the darkest of color shades than that of any garment worn on her body lately so to speak.

At that very moment, she was found to be carrying a full bushel of red juicy apples all gathered up inside a large wooden basket on both shoulders with her own two hands acting as support. Without a care in the world, the blonde started to whistle a tune as she had walked on by the very trees, each of them being ripe with the very fruit that were being transported in such a fashion. Opening her jade eyes, she had quickly found that the little house on the lone prairie was now within her very sights, each step taking the observer much closer to the destination at hand. Before long, the melody had subsided at her own volition, in place was but an upward concave overtaking the lower half of the very face as a set of whites became easily uncovered as well. Quickly, a pleasant sigh soon escaped from the blonde’s lips as she still carried these apples, trading out the dioxides building up inside in exchange for the pure oxygen of the outside world. Within very moments, she had then brought the large basket in front of her, now resting against her own torso as these legs moved further onward upon the dirt path past the other tall trees.

“Hey sis…!” were all that had just echoed in the very distance where the blonde was walking, belonging to a figure out in front of the destination: a young girl was found waving at the former. A set of straight red hair had been found making its very way down past the nape of the neck, already sharing the same length as the female who was watching all at once to say the least. Found on the youth’s very tresses was a light pink bow resting on them, it too creating a piece of shade from the sunlight but still bouncing off and making an illustrious sheen in the process. Around the very pupils were circles of orange making its way known for the redhead to see the blonde approaching her soon enough, already widen with a feeling of happiness shining about. On the girl was but a light green blouse being overlaid by a pair of rather dark blue suspenders as they bold held up her shorts, its legs barely touching the kneecaps as they were rolled up a bit. Some yellow boots were found to be worn by the redhead, its height being rather shorter than the traveler’s and just showing qualities that befitted a different material from the other pair no less. At first glance, she even had on a set of freckles that her sister had underneath both of these eyes yet in contrast possessed an extremely brighter complexion from the other side of the spectrum.

It wasn’t even long when the two had finally made contact already: the blonde setting down this bushel of apples right in front of the youth while crouching, meeting each other at even eye level.

Smiling warmly, the tall female then quickly said to the shorter one, “howdy Apple Bloom; how did yer day at school go?”

“Pretty swell, Applejack: we had managed get out of class early since it was a half day…!” the youth had answered in an instant no less, “anyways, Miss Cheerilee said Ah had done exceptionally well on yesterday’s test so to speak.”

“How high did ya score on there?” Applejack asked before taking a first bite out of one of these apples now firmly within possession slowly.

Reaching for one as well, Apple Bloom had quickly answered her with glee “Ah had gotten a ninety–two; isn’t it great, sis? Ah sure wish that big bro was here to see this…”

“Ah sure hope so too; he would have been proud of you as much as Ah am” the blonde sighed solemnly, rubbing her left hand over the redhead playfully, “come to think of it though, he told me that he should be back here sometime later on this evening; I hope that nothing happens to him…”

“Me too; it’s not fair that he has to go working late overnight because of some dumb curfew…!” Apple Bloom groaned as she bit the top off of the apple in her very hand.

Transferring the hand down from the tresses to the right shoulder, Applejack stared into the orange eyes intensely and spoke, “now, now Apple Bloom, this curfew here has been hard for the rest of us too: all that those people are trying to do are keeping us safe from the invaders no less; in fact, just a few more days and we’ll be able to see him again.”

“Ah know, Applejack; Ah just want him to come back that’s all,” Apple Bloom replied, looking downward away from the wooden basket and her sister’s eyes as well in the process too, “everything felt so much more nicer with him around before; now, Ah feel worrisome whenever Ah go to sleep because of these nightmares.”

“Oh don’t worry about them; there is no way these monsters will get ya, not with me, Winona, and Granny around to protect ya…” the blonde chuckled, winking at the redhead with a grin.

Suddenly, the sounds of barking were then heard within the air, causing the two to break away from the staring into one another as they both look for where the sudden noise had come from. Within seconds, a border collie was found to be scurrying about the grounds, heading off into their direction as they paid attention already, its own two eyes already closed up in an instant whereas its mouth was a whole different story so to speak. Around its very neck was a red collar with a shiny piece of gold below, being instantly overshadowing by its gangly tongue flying against the wind.

When the canine had made its way and gotten within the females’ shadows, the hind legs of the body stopped in place while opening both eyes to see both Applejack and Apple Bloom in its sights.

Panting and wagging its own slender tail rapidly, the redhead started to place her hand over it head gently and said, “aww Winona, who’s good little girl? Yes you are, oh yes you are…”

The blonde did nothing but watch as her sister started petting the border collie eagerly, the latter barking happily in return before rolling over and presenting its underbelly in a small amount of time whatsoever. The smile on Applejack’s face failed to fade away as it remained firmly etched on, her eyelids slowly closing up a bit as she decided to join Apple Bloom alongside as well already. On the blonde’s hand, she had felt that the softness of Winona’s brown and white fur was a stark comparison to the redhead’s tresses: both were straight and slim; the remaining difference was that the former was short and fluffy while the latter was long and adorned with the pink bow.

Quickly, the canine finally stop in place in an instant, surprising the both of them who had watched it happened; suddenly, the former stood up and felt its ears standing on edgewise sharply. Freed from the individuals’ hands, the border collie stared forward at the surrounding trees with a look of confusion as it started to pay attention to what those two ears were now listening to.

“Hey Winona; what’s wrong with ya…” Applejack asked as she took notice of what was going on to say the very least: barking was emitted once again, this time with feelings of fear and fury in place of joy and jubilation, “what are you barking at for; are there thieves in the farm already…” In a matter of seconds, the blonde started to hear a new noise permeating against her eardrums as she too began to stare directly at where the noise was coming from already. At that very point in time, something started to appear within her sight from afar: there was a yellow bulldozer making its way across the very fields as a few of the trees in front of the massive machine were pushed away. Soon, the sight of it all was now coming a little bit more closer as well, the noise increasing in volume altogether for them to hear it reverberate in the very process no less. Winona was found by the females to be snarling about with salivation soundly dripping from her own teeth as the very ground they were all standing on now began to shake in response to the whole movement already so to speak. Apple Bloom was soon trembling from the very shockwave of the entire ordeal, forcing her weary body to cling on to her dear sister’s side for both structural and moral support as the latter focused onward in anger

As soon as the bulldozer touched their shadows, it had finally stopped in its tracks soon enough along with the shaking of the ground created in the process; however, given the destruction that had been caused in its wake, it was all too easy to speculate to say the least.

The sounds of footfalls quickly emerged from the massive machine the moment it was shut off; of course, this action alone did nothing to dissuade them from remaining stationary so to speak. In a matter of seconds, they quickly witnessed something else also emerging from there as well: there was but a quartet of men whom were all dressed up in black approaching them very slowly. Out of the very four, one of them proved to be standing the tallest and in front of the remaining three, wearing a large trench coat all across most of his body and a headscarf over his spikey dark hair. A wide grin had been formed onto his rather pale lips against the otherwise deep and darkened tone, scaring the nearby redhead and angering the canine even more in process; still, the men had approached anyways walking on the dirt path where Applejack still stood up.

“Ah am scared, Applejack…” the youth had slowly whimpered in fright towards her sister, the border collie’s snarl still fresh inside her ears.

Clutching onto Apple Bloom tightly, the blonde looked on into the leader’s scarred squinting eyes and said to the former, “Ah know, but it’s okay; Ah am not going to leave you…”

“My, my, what a lovely little girl you have here by your side…” the tall man said, towering the two as he looked at the redhead with faint wonder and curiosity, “say this must be your own daughter, am I right perhaps?”

“Correction: she’s mah only sister; what about it…?” Applejack had quickly answered with a hint of suspicion in her jade eyes to say the very least.

A terse chuckle had escaped from his mouth and before long he then asked the blonde slowly, “hmm, I see then; please tell us where we can be able to find the head of the household at this hour.”

“Oh you mean Granny Smith here?” Applejack spoke as her pupils began to shrink slowly, “yeah she’s in the house making some lunch…”

“Can we please see her?” the tall man asked the blonde without any form of hesitation in his deep voice whatsoever.

Still holding onto to Apple Bloom, Applejack gazed into the orange worrisome eyes carefully then focused on the irate canine nearby them before going back onto him again and said calmly, “sure, I can take you to her, she just about happening to be finishing it on up just right now.”

Slowly but steadily, the blonde started to go on ahead and lead the way, bringing the redhead and Winona alongside her vicinity as well; soon enough, they had all stood by up towards a red door.

“Granny, can you hear me already?” Apple Bloom asked as she knocked onto the wood loudly, “there’s a bunch of strangers wanting to see you already…”

“Ah heard you the first time; Ah have not gone senile yet!” groaned a haggard voice from the other side of the door followed by the sounds of creaking floorboards against the otherwise light footsteps.

The turning of the doorknob then led to the egress becoming instantly opened all at once, revealing the new figure to be that of yet another female unveiling her identity to the others. Unlike the very others in question, there was a set of gray hair was on her very head wrapped neatly in a bun but not a trace of headgear covering even a fraction of a strand overall. Aside from the dark olive complexion which was on the very woman in question being seen, there were signs of wrinkles appearing all about on her face instead of freckles, a clear signs of the times spent throughout her own life whatsoever. There was an orange shawl wrapped around her very shoulders, matching the color of her squinting irises that were also shared by the young redhead in question no less. A tall green dress was currently adorned throughout most of the wearer’s very body, its own length being fully responsible for covering up both sets of sleeves and even her knees altogether. The woman’s hands were dressed in solid red mitts, each of them retuning to the owner’s very body upon opening the door in front of the others whom were present and accounted for anyway. On her feet was a pair of hot pink sandals touching the ligneous flooring; they were helping her stand upright upon where the creaking sounds had once then originated from earlier.

The sight alone had quickly convinced the youth to cease her trembling already, something that made her sister nearby feel relieved by but still focusing on the very men in front of them.

Within moments, the tall man had soon silently inhaled before giving off a wide smile and said, “well, well, you must be Missus Smith here; we’ve just been expecting you to answer our call.”

“Ah wasn’t expecting company that came by in this form of what modern doohickeys you call transportation…!” Granny Smith slightly growled as she noticed the bulldozer parked within the very distance behind them all, “who are y’all varmints why have ya came here today; what is this all about?”

“Morkhav with a simple reason: we have come here to inform you of your grandson, Lieutenant Colonel Macintosh…” he said simply, leaving the females’ eyes to become widened in: out of all the pairs, Apple Bloom proved to be the most spread far apart.

Quickly, the wrinkles on the elder returned to her eyes, taking the first step forward outside the very house before speaking again, “ahh, Big Mac; what about him?”

“Just around last night, the Terminal had been attacked by a roving squadron of invading horde, slaughtering any and all personnel in their path…” the tall man had slowly answered Granny Smith with a faint glee, “he was in the crossfire and gotten injured during the counterstrike; even worse, he was nowhere to be found so we believe that he is officially no more.”

“Big bro is gone; but, how?!” was a singular thought that had echoed within the redhead’s mind, the orange irises overtaking the contracting pupils as her teeth flashed in shock, a lump forming inside her throat. Apple Bloom then found herself trembling once again, this time with increasing intensity as all she was now hearing were but the faint sounds of her very heart beating reverberated through both ears. The youth then felt her eyes became filled with an achromatic fluid and faced Applejack’s vest and blouse with little warning whatsoever, prompting the latter to wrap the left hand over the former gently.

The blonde then gulped quietly and quickly spoke up to them, “did any of y’all try to find him?”

“Alas, we have not: the chaos bred from this frightful turn of events has dissuaded us from continuing the search…” Morkhav answered grimly before continuing onward without any form of hesitation in the slightest, “as a matter of fact, there’s also another reason as to why we are here today: we wish to inform you that Sweet Apple Acres is now under the Royal Army’s control.”

“Come again…?” Applejack uttered quickly in confusion upon hearing those very words.

At this moment in time, the tall man chuckled lowly, causing the canine to tense up again in fury as he spoke, “since the invasion, we have received preapproved authorization from the Prime Minister’s aide stating ‘in the event of an attack made by warring factions, any and all property will be subjected to seizure and used to contribute to the effort of repelling enemy forces through all necessary means.’ Considering that the Lieutenant Colonel has been knocked out of commission just recently, your farm will serve to provide enough rations and lumber for our remaining troops until we manage to restore order to this land as soon as possible. In any case, I suggest that you take this remaining time to pack in some luggage and head off to the underground tunnels for shelter while you still can.”

“Now wait just a consarned minute here, sir: Ah don’t know much about you doing government work here but Ah cannot fathom those higher ups passing such a bill without our knowledge,” the elder shrieked with fury, trudging towards him, “mah family has been on this very farm since the beginning of our town’s founding; what makes ya whippersnappers think you can do that?!”

“This…!” Morkhav sneered with not a moment too soon; suddenly, he raised his right hand quickly and struck Granny Smith in the face very hard. The sheer force of the attack had knocked her off her own two feet and sure enough, the poor woman was found to be flying away at low altitude for about only a second before hitting the ground below. Whatever pain that was dished out in the process was easily enough for the two observers to imagine how bad it would have been despite Apple Bloom shutting away her eyes whereas her sister watched on in shock and disbelief. As soon as Applejack had seen a few pieces of her guardian’s teeth falling into the very dirt, a new image was then burned into her glowing green eyes: the elder had landed her head against the small stairwell, causing the latter’s face to spasm in shock of the sudden impact being dealt. At that very moment at hand, the sounds of a sharp crunch and a brittle crack became quickly interspersed with the octaves of the witness’ heartbeat sure enough, providing the static orchestra the whole time. Even worse, there had appeared a trickle of blood escaped from both Granny Smith’s nose and mouth amongst the purple bruising growing around on the facial epicenter for the blonde to see.

The redhead found the strength to open her eyelids back up again, only to find that the woman was now laying there on her back, bleeding profusely and showing apparently no signs of recovery; the sight alone prompted the former to break away and let out a bloodcurdling scream: “GRANNY SMITH!!!”

“Oh looky here, it seems that your dear grandmother has fallen down and can’t get back up; don’t worry about it, little girl: I’m going find someone who’s gonna take good care of you…” the tall man laughed as he grabbed onto the youth’s wrists very roughly before facing the three, “Shiv, Cleaver, Edge: please help this woman over here make with her traveling arrangements.”

“SIR, YES SIR!” the named trio had soundly replied as their superior started to drag Apple Bloom away from her current position; these acts altogether shocked and angered the blonde instantaneously, a feeling that was being mutually shared alongside with her border collie too.

As Applejack soon started to glare intensely at the encroaching trio under Morkhav’s command, she was hearing her sister’s cries resonating within the background of their otherwise vast farm, “APPLEJACK, HELP ME: PLEASE DON’T LET THE MAN TAKE ME AWAY FROM YA!”

“DON’T WORRY, AH WILL DO SOMETHING: THERE IS NO WAY AH AIN’T GOING LET THIS SCOUNDREL WALK AWAY!” the blonde had then shouted back at the redhead in return; afterwards, she stuck her fingers at the men and commanded, “SIC EM, WINONA!!!”

Winona then listened without question in a resounding snarl and bark, baring her sharp salivated fangs at them as she charged at one of them nearby her position; sure enough, her teeth sank into the shin of one unlucky member, digging deeper into the dark fabric with but an overwhelming combination of both determination and obedience in those beady black eyes so to speak of.

“DEAUGH…, SON OF A BITCH!!!” one of the men, a broad one shrieked in pain as he felt the canine biting his very leg within a few seconds time no less, much to the relief of her owner who then decided to make her move as well too.

Running up to the remaining two, Applejack charged up and kicked another man fiercely in between the legs, sending him tumbling onto the very ground in an instant already as she yelled, “HOW DO YA LIKE THEM APPLES?!”

“Correction: how do you like these apples?” a sneer was heard from the last man standing upright no less whom approached the blonde with the upmost caution; despite this, the latter had geared up to deliver a big punch only to feel something searing hot appearing upon her left arm: it was a sharp cut into her skin fresh with blood, “now you made my uniform all bloodied up…!”

“Damn it…!” the attacker whined in pain but still attempted to try again and fight back; unfortunately, she had soon also learned how her very arm started to bleed about so recently: unlike the others, the lanky man brought out a knife and quickly redirected her second assault, forcing the former down onto the ground but after making a sharp cut into the back of her vest.

A sharp drone invaded Applejack’s ears when she turned to find that the angered border collie punted into an arc away from the latter’s target, the culprit being the same one who felt some deep pain before groaning, “YOU’RE GOING TO PAY FOR THAT, YOU WILD CUNT!”

“I agree with him…” the broad one hastily replied, barely recovering enough strength to strike the blond from the back of her very head; as a result, she felt herself quickly being pushed into the very ground in front as the former continued one, “how bout we teach her a lesson already?”

“I’m with you, Edge…” the knife wielding assailant answered without hesitation before walking over to her as she attempted to get back up again.

As soon as Applejack had placed her hands onto the dirt, a sickening crunch was heard and felt: one of the men’s feet had stomped onto her right leg so very quickly she let out a pained shriek, “GYUAAAAH! AHHH! AHHHH!”

“Nice one, Shiv; at least that will serve as payback for what that stupid dog of hers just done!” the stout man cheered as he hobbled on over to the injured blonde while leering on with glee, “speaking of which, let’s go and have some fun with this bitch right then and now, you guys?”

“What a smashing idea, Cleaver; I haven’t had such fun with a girl since the last time we went!” the broad man, Edge sneered as he started grabbing her by the long hair quickly in no less time.

Applejack felt her head being raised to the ground as he started dragging her along the dirt, watching the wide brimmed hat fall from the dirtied tresses with her widened jade eyes no less. Because of the pain that the blonde was now feeling, her eyes were now becoming moistened; however, the external sensations and the sight of Winona twitching about were going to be the least of such problems. Spotting a nearby tree, Shiv soon spoke to the other two in an instant, “that one looks like a nice spot for some quality time with her.”

“Okay, then; we’ll set her down here, Shiv…!” Edge had amicably replied without question, “I am already not in the mood to drag her about another meter across especially after what had happened to Cleaver.”

“Just shut up about it, will ya?!” Cleaver barked before watching her be thrown towards a nearby tree; at the time, the latter turned her body around to face the three men looming over at once.

Watching the lanky man bring out his knife, Applejack shivered abruptly as her pupils shrunk after the shine was given off against the very sunlight above them all with a faint whimper, “please, don’t…”

“‘Kill me’?” Shiv interrupted with a smirk on his face, “is that what you were going to say to us: ‘please don’t kill me?’ Oh, let’s just say I’m about to make you wish I’d done so here and there.”

“Yeah, and we’re going take turns at you as well…” the broad man joined in as well gleefully.

Gritting enamel against itself slowly, the blonde witnessed the knife wielded move closer and silently thought to herself, “no… no… no, no, no…” With it, the lanky man watch as blade made its very way across her red blouse, cutting into the fabric around the small buttons as he watched it become quickly torn to shreds; in the process, the former found that the latter wore nothing else underneath it. Next, he sliced open the belt that Applejack was wearing around her waist and pulled down her pants despite her resistance; in response, he slammed a fist into her right leg, causing a brief howl to be emitted. Lastly, the blonde watched helplessly as a pair of green striped knickers were being cut off as well after feeling the big brown boots becoming pulled off her feet with little effort whatsoever so to speak.

Tossing the knife aside, Shiv and the others were now taking in the sight of her own unclad skin: both bosoms were solidifying, a singular navel was dilating, the whispering eye shut thinly, legs were shaking by inches, and feet were trembling about, all while her sweat moved downward. Ignoring Applejack’s tears already, the assailant started to unbuckle his dark trousers with a grin, already aware of the next move that the latter was about to make on the former immediately. “Don’t you want to see how long I am now, my little girlie?” the lanky man had sneered as his pants and undergarment slid downward by a few inches, ignoring the shaking blonde’s silence; nearing her face, he growled confidently, “I’m but only a 7.9 and we’re going about to make you a woman take it all in today.”

Those were the words that she had just heard traveling into both ears, contorting her perspiring face into a mixture of fury and pain that became a covalent bond held together solely by dread. Suddenly, Shiv started entering her abruptly, pressing on with but extended arduous strokes all the way to his skin; this made the latter watch on in horror as the former did so with thirst, feeling each fiber from a part of their regions galling off one another in a pulp friction no less. Applejack’s eyelids widen from the sudden impact and were forced to watch the lanky man’s red eyes move back and forth, leaving the left arm to become risen once again from the ground with a new purpose: punch out the latter; unfortunately, the former’s fist was blocked by a wayward hand slamming into the soil quickly.

“Yo boss… do you want me to hold down her arm while you’re at it?” the stout man said to Shiv slowly as he watched the latter slide deeply into the rather otherwise helpless blonde with a grunt.

Pulling back out of her, the lanky male then turned to Cleaver with an icy smile and answered, “well I don’t see why not here; can’t have any more surprises coming out of her now, don’t we?”

“No… please don’t…” Applejack whimpered as the stout man stomped onto her hand, the stress forcing out a pained shriek, “UUUAAAAAAAAHHH!”

“Yes, cry like the bitch you are…!” Shiv sneered at the strained blonde as he lunged into her once again with drool, striking the latter with an open palm so suddenly and soundly.

She was now feeling every single thing on her very body become rife with only pain and agony: the lanky man colliding inside her sheath, Cleaver crushing her arm underfoot, and her face being slapped repeatedly; even so, there beads of liquid were quickly pouring from the jade irises as she thought to herself that this very experience at hand had no end in sight whatsoever.

Soon, something warm and loose made its way into Applejack’s whispering eye already: when Shiv got back up, she had seen a thin light pink strand leaking out from himself; afterwards, she heard laughter from the very trio around, firstly from Edge, “serves you right for letting that attack dog of yours do all the work here, you dumb cunt!”

“She’s all yours Edge; you can take over from where I had left off…” the lanky man chuckled as he pulled up his pants and walked away from the blonde; soon, the former began to grin at the latter, “hope you got room for one more…”

At that moment, the broad man had undid his trousers and started working his way into her, ignorant of the tears that she was shedding and the results from Shiv’s exploits altogether. “Please, stop this…” Applejack cried wearily as she felt a stream of blood fall from her bruising nostrils as Edge lunged into the whispering eye with an audible squelch from beneath them both.

The blonde’s plea was answered with an resounding slap, no doubt the work of her attacker whom she had watched no less, “absolutely not; it’s as what I said before: we’re going take turns with you and Shiv here just did already while I am just getting started.”

“NO PLEASE DON’T–––” she choked out a yell weakly before the broad man squirmed inside her sheath roughly in an instant, “HELP MEEEEEEEE EEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!”

“Yeah, that’s it; take it, you fucking whore…!” Edge cheered onward as Applejack’s pleading cries for help went otherwise left unanswered, save for an occasional backhand to her face from him. The lanky man took his time to pick his own knife back up from the ground where he had thrown it away from the blonde long before the broad man took over from where the former had just left off.

With her left hand incapacitated, all that she could do now was watch Edge entered and exited repeatedly coughing out some blood, “help me… please, help me… please help… please…” Before long, Applejack now felt the broad man expelling himself into her bleeding whispering eye and coughed sharply into the face of the former inadvertently in the very process no less.

All that was left was the stout man who raised his leg away off from the blonde’s arm; at that moment, it was now a mixture of mud and blood dirtying the rather already tanned skin on her. “Whelp, I’m going have to go last here, boyos; guess I gotta make the best with her already…” Cleaver chuckled, watching Edge pull up the pants and wipe off some blood before turning to her, “and so far, I didn’t even hear you come the whole time; however, I’m going to change all that.” After unzipping his pair, the stout man started going inside of Applejack already, his efforts now proving to be even more rough and ragged than the combined exploits of both men from long ago. The blonde started to hear the cheers and jeers from the remaining men permeating into both ears as tears of fears crawled down across the bruised and bloodied skin, watching with her now crooked teeth clenching against one another. She started to shut away her jade orbs from the sight of it all but even that act of controllable helplessness was all for nil to say the least: the sounds echoed like the dancer in the dark, the taste of saline breaking bad into the enamel, the feeling of being explored against her wishes and control, and even the smell of their atmosphere had all remained.

“AAAAHHHHHHHHHNNNNNN~!” a haggard moan now escaped from the very lips, originating from a rather unexpected source no less: it had belonged to Applejack who took the time wheezing and struggle for a bit of oxygen.

Cleaver now watched with satisfaction as the blonde squirmed and snorted about in place, turning her face away from the three all at once while he got up again from the very ground. Fastening the entire uniform back in original working order, the stout man had said to the men, “now that was fun; shame it all had to end here: a little more time and I would’ve taken the backdoor.”

“It doesn’t matter… we all need to head back to base before someone starts getting suspicious…” Shiv stated as he had brushed the dirt off of his clothes while trampling over the nearby rags underfoot, “besides, the enemy could be launching another attack any moment from now.”

“Fair enough; but, should we kill this whore now…?” the broad man asked, pointing over to her in a wayward glance no less.

At first, the lanky man glared at Edge and raised his knife, causing the latter to widen his eyes in anticipation; suddenly, the former was laughing uproariously as an answer was spoken at once, “what for? She’s already going to be dead sure enough; besides, we made her into a real woman today…”

As the three men laughed and cheered to themselves, Applejack found herself sniffling and staring at the soil around her as their voices started to fade; even so, her battered eyelids were now slowly attempting to overshadow her sights as both tears and blood touched down onto the ground, pulled by the gravity of the very situation in question.