AppleBloom Gets Stuffed

"Now, remember AB, there be things mighty fierce out there. So if yer' see any nasty critters out there, don't ya' be hesitatin' to run home" Applejack said, strapping a red saddlebag to AppleBloom's filly frame.

"I'll be fine, sis. Can ya' quit yer 'mother mode' 'nd let me go to Zecora's?" Her sister retorted, fidgeting as the straps tightened beyond irritating.

"But, AppleBloom-"

"But nothin' Applejack, I'm not a little filly no more, so could ya' please loosen these here straps a bit 'nd let me go for ma lessons?" AppleBloom said, a tat harsher than she had wanted. The older mare 'hmpt!' at her siblings words, cocking her head away from the filly,

"Fine by me then. Jus' don't come come galloping back when t' Timberwolf's come claw'n at ya!" She said loudly, but then turned back to the young mare, "Or do! Are ya' dehydratin'? Maybe you need more water. Let go get some by ta' tap in the kitchin'!" Then she turned and galloped to the kitchen, muttering about snacks and 'Sweetrolls'.

AppleBloom took this opportunity and fled from the overbearing mother figure. The edge of the Everfree was just maybe fifty metres away from the farmhouse so it didn't take long for AppleBloom to reach the forbidden edge of the forest. Granny said it used to be some kind of law to trespass into the forest/swamp/jungle/mountain range, but the law seemed to relax over the generations. AppleBloom looked back at the sunshine lollipops town of Ponyville and it's residents. One of them was an orange element of honesty trotting outside a farmhouse with a bottle of water in her maw. Feeling mischievous, AppleBloom giggled and turned her back on civilization and gazed into the eclipsed domain of the Everfree, giving a slight shake of her flanks indirectly at her older sibling as a silent sign of victory.

AppleBloom had gone through the trip from A to B, B being Zecora's hut many times (less than five) before, so she had a clear view of where she was going. But the canopy was thick, and the somewhat path was narrow and faded in the foliage from more often than anypony why traversed the shaded abyss would like. But that didn't matter to AppleBloom as she hummed a gentle tune to herself granny had told the buttercup filly years ago, her eyes drifting to her sides in the songs duration.

But this mistake proved to be fatal as the sound of many leaves rustling echoed echoed far to her left. AppkeBloom stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes darting all over, getting a vague picture of its surroundings. First thing she noticed, the path was gone. Second thing, she didn't know where she was. Third, she was in a lot of trouble if she stayed here. Turning, AppleBloom dashed in the opposite direction, trampling on dead leaves sticks making her position all the more obvious. As this happened the predator began the chase, milking out as much excitement as it could. The little filly dared to look back, trying her best not to slam into a tree. Her head tilted slightly to the left, barely making out a figure prancing from tree-to-tree as if this was a game. The apple winced as she knew her escape was going to be short-lived. She was panting hard, the tight straps making berating all the harder. But her peruser on the other hoof was towing with the little morsel, the sound of heavy breathing only heard from her.

After what seamed like hours the little filly lost her breath, her effort decreasing seven-fold. The hunter, noticing this, began playing seriously. It began breathing hard, the pent-up energy in its legs now burning like fire, driving it towards the filly faster than a train. The gap between them closing. 40 meters, 20 meters, five meters. The beast turned left slightly, sprinting alongside its pray. The pony turned its head left and saw it. A Timberwolf! The wooden wolf glared at the little filly with its emerald eyes, digging holes into AppleBloom's head. The log-compound pounced right, slamming its torso into the filly, knocking her to her side.

AppleBloom grunted, the tremendous weight of her saddlebag and the power of the Timberwolf's thrust kept the farm filly at bay. She heaved in as much air as she could as her diaphragm spasmed from the impact. When she could finally concentrate on her pursuer, she saw it looking down at her, somewhat smirking at her through its long, wooden shaft of a muzzle. A new leg constructing itself as the old one cracked during the lunge. The young apple at this point accepted defeat, she could not outrun a Timberwolf, no matter how many times its leg splintered. She payed there on her stomach, panting heavily, her hooves sprawled outwards.

After a minute or so of repairing, the lone wolf dug its paws on the young filly's, pinning her to the ground, dirt clinging to her soft, yellow fur. A distorted chuckle escaped the wooden wolf. The chase may as well been over, but the fun was still here for the party. Perverted thoughts entered its minds and it craned its neck down towards the young girls head.

The Timberwolf nibbled on AppleBloom's ears semi-playfully, not bothering if it's teeth-stakes draw blood. One of the paws clawed its way towards the saddlebag, scratching the fabric, trying its best to remove it. The young AppleBloom yelped in pain as the nibbling went down her ear and onto her mane. The puppet without strings caught the crimson bow that kept the young apple pony's hair in place in its mouth. Gagging, it tore the fabric off, along with some of the hair. AppleBloom shrieked out in pain, tears streaking her now-damp face. The searching paw found the straps, failing to hesitate, it tore straight through the straps. It placed down the wooden appendage and replaced it with the other paw. This one placed the appendage around the edge of the red bag and flipped it off the filly, exposing her soft back. Newly-bought glass containers, herbs and spices toppled out of the saddlebag, littering the ground around them. It then continued to playfully nibble the young girl's neck with all four limbs firmly pinning the apple filly to the ground.

AppleBloom continued to sob quietly as she knew her demise was imminent. She knew it, she just knew- her thought stopped as she gasped. Something hit her back. It was as hard wood, it was as thick as a bottle, and reached from her rear to about half haw up her spine, a whole eight, no nine inches! The filly turned her head to her side barely seeing the attackers, torso. And she saw its torso, all right. In between the legs was the source of the log in her back, the base of it almost touching her back. Next to the wooden spear was two large wooden blocks, albeit they where shaped more like balls. The young Earth Pony whimpered as if she knew what would happen to her small frame.

The wolf snarled and raised its rear, the rod trembling as it homed in on AppleBloom's squishy plot. The Timberwolf pressed its flat head down on its prey's tailhole. Its wooden cock was one inch in diameter and curved inwards slightly. The member toyed and teased the hole, testing the entry without much care, the rod twitching with excitement with every shriek and cry of its prey. But soon the large Timberwolf grew bored of testing and drove in the head. AppleBloom screamed out in pain as her virgin anus was defiled by the wooden cock of a feral beast. The wooden wolf didn't even care to make the rectum get used to the large member as it drove in another inch into the ponies' mound. It then pulled out an inch of the cock before shoving in another two.

AppleBloom was now openly sobbing, no longer caring about her dignity or pride as the Timberwolf howled into the air, feeling the pure ecstasy that only comes from stealing the anal virginity of a filly. The wolf rutted the poor AppleBloom now, filling the arse with as much as it could, before pulling out until only the tip remained and ramming in five inches of pain to the filly. By now the member was lubed with the pre that flowed from the hot member which left the whole ordeal less traumatic for the young filly.

It was close, so close. The Timberwolf could feel the pressure rising in its loins, begging for release. Impatiently and without care, the stringless puppet grabbed AppleBloom's fore-right hoof with its teeth, flipping her onto her back, letting the wolf see the dirt-stained fur, and the undeveloped orifice his cock craved. It reared its flanks down and pushed hard against the tight snatch the wooden cock craved for. The Timberwolf grunted, it was surprisingly easier to fit his member into the prey's tailhole. This will make it more exciting!

The head slowly penetrated AppleBloom's virgin snatch, slowly feeding it into her pussy until it his the hymen. The Timberwolf waited until he put enough pressudre on the collapsing membrane and snarled, teeth baring, shoving almost seven inches into the virgin vagina. AppleBloom thrashed her head and legs as best as she could as she went through one of the toughest pains she has went through in her whole life, her face stained with mud from the dirt and tears. She clamped down on the member, trying to slow down its fanatic rutting, but it proved to drive the Timberwolf further to orgasm. He pushed harder with his cock until he reached the cervix with only half an inch before the young filly's biggest challenge; the knot!

The male Timberwolf pulled out until only three inches where left and plunged it back in, weakening the cervix. He rinceded and repeated dozens of times in his senseless rutting, only caring about his upcoming orgasm. He was almost about to pop, the pussy and arse spasming in refined pain shortening the time before impact. The Timberwolf's ribcage rattled as it breathed heavily as his 'little' monster greedily penetrated the cervix and slammed the cock into the back of her undeveloped womb. This leaved an opening which the wolf obliged to fill.

His knot kept slapping AppleBloom's sopping wet pussy and would be considered by passerby's too big to fit, but the male was determinate to not cum until his plaything had swallowed his knot. It pressed harder against the ravaged pussy, forcing itself into the tight filly snatch no matter what it would take. This leaved AppleBloom a complete wreck, physically and emotionally. She did not know what to feel besides pain and confusion. She felt funny, not funny 'ha ha', funny weird. Should she be feel- her thoughts shut down and screamed a barbaric scream as the knot entered her body and the tip of the cock forming a visible bulge on her stomach. This was the spark that lit the bonfire.

The cock was driving in as much as it could by its owner, the cancerous-looking lump on AppleBloom's stomach growing larger by the second. The cock twitched and throbbed, orgasm imminent. The cock widened slightly as the balls emptied into AppleBloom's snatch, an amber sap-like substance filling her womb within seconds. This drove the abused filly over the edge as her stretched holes clamped shut, forcing any cum to stay inside the stretching womb. AppleBloom orgasmed along side her rapist, albeit forced with the overwhelming feeling of having her undeveloped womb bloated like a balloon. But the Timberwolf's balls demanded a bigger release. More and more sap-like cum pored out from the bell-end of the monster cock, building up the pressure inside the womb. But nothing could escape, the large member stopped most of it from escaping and whatever was left was put under the pressure of the clamped orifice. This meant that the tissue that made the reproductive organ stretched as if there was a foal in there, giving AppleBloom the look of a six-month pregnant mare.

Two minutes later the Timberwolf collapsed into his prey, too tired to move. His dick became flaccid -although it is wood, literal and figurative- and the pressure of his body pushed the liters of cum out, drenching AppleBloom's legs and stomach, along with the rapist's torso and hind legs. They layer there for what seemed like hours, one unconscious against each other, whilst the other cries herself to sleep in the dark of the upcoming night.