AppleBloom Gets Stuffed

by Spenny The Pony

Rating: mature
Tags: Crossover, Alternate Universe, Dark, Tragedy
Length: 7087

AppleBloom gets raped by a Timberwolf

On her way to Zecora's hut for alchemy lessons, AppleBloom gets quite the stuffing from a Timberwolf. Then yadda yadda should have been a 1-shot.

Chapter 1: Beastiality, foalcon, Timberwolf, rape
Chapter 2: Nothing really explicit. Just some banter!
Chapter 3: Rape, necro, daemon, foalcon, revival, snuff, death, messed-up stuff
Chapter 4: Removed until rewritten
Chapter 5: masterbation, acceptance (?) and maybe a bit of Sweetie-Bloom, but that could just be AB's insanity speaking.

Crossover tag for characters in chapter 2 onwards

~squiggle-squiggle~

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-07-21 23:29:14 UTC

Chapter 1-An Afternoon Stuffing

"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.

Chapter 2- By the gods!

It is a tale as old as time, when the ancient cultures of Terra, long before the reign of the princesses wondered how to adapt the world to their desire. Cults showed their affection to their gods of lust, using the resources before them. This is passed or as an old mules' tale, but there is a truth to everything.

In a land long forgotten to the minds of ponykind, a pantheon of succubi of various forms live in harmony, peering down at their once-underlings. Their once limitless power has dwindled over countless millennia, but with enough power, some can pierce the boundaries and be with their servants once more. A group now sat at a quartz ring. In the middle, an eye with the texture of an ocean, as deep as the heavens to the earth. And in the centre, holy Terra, the once-home to the pantheon of lust.

These several creatures of various forms, none like the other, gazed into the aether. A large chimera, depicting a cross of sparrow and various shifting animals, Sparrow. A pony-like figure with the body of a serpent beneath the waist line, Lamia the Lamia. A pink succubus glowing with a multitude of colours with a lizard-like figure, whilst holding a somewhat human appearance, Slannesh. A bipedal horse mixed with imagery of wolves and a red cape and hood, Naylor. Along with them were several succubi and cimeras of ambiguous genders and shapes ranging from the angelic to the downright daemonic.

The small sect of the pantheon spoke in daemonic tones, commanding the pool to show them their underlings passion and desires. Flicking through thousands of species from Ponies to Griffons. Minotaurs  to Centaurs.

"Ooooh, see this one!" The Armour-clad chimera alongside Sparrow cooed, looking at a display by a pair of griffons from Eagleand's county of Yorkshire.

"I still don't understand this…" Naylor grunted, tapping his large paws into the rim of the pool, "And I don't see what we could earn from this. We are gods in some sense, so there is nothing to gain.

The succubus only giggled somewhat. Talking without a mouth, but with arrays of patterns of warm colours.

"We show ourselves champions we've looked at over the centuries. Like for example-" The she she-devil materialized several cards of an unknown material, shuffling through them at an undistinguishable pace before one of them shattered into a baby-blue miasma, shifting the ocean-spanning pool, shifting past several continents. And after an uncomfortably wait, it stopped on the land now known as Equestria, a vast empire and the once-capital of the lustful pantheon, in an age of ancients, "-my little champion"

The pool zoomed into the colossal country at a fast rate, flashing through the thousands that inhabit it until it stopped at a small town only larger than one of the ancient shrine-towns of the good ol' days.

"So?" The all-impatient Gwen huffed, the chimera of illusion. His legs were a collection of snakes, who coiled around his flowing white dress, akin to one of weddings and upon his head he adorned a large sigil depicting the burning sun.

"Ohnono, you don't realise what this is, don't you?"

"Isn't that our forest?" Lamia and Sparrow asked in unison pointing to the large woods bordering the large hamlet.

"Keen eye. And inside I found this little beauty!" She giggled, focusing in one of the specs dotting the map. The pool homed in one a yellow filly, arousing confusion amongst the pantheon.

"Her? I've seen more potential between a dragon and a cat! Actually…" the pondering Naylor mused.

"Well then, let is see what happened in the forrest a few months back, shall we?" Slannesh took out another card, bursting with a rather satisfying 'poof!'

The sentient pool Played the poor filly's life in reverse at a quickening pace before stopping at her galloping for her life in the woods.

"Isn't that a- Naylor mused before being interrupted.

"Yes"

"The thing I-

"Yes"

"Well, if it has beasts of any kind, then you've peaked my interest!"

"Well you are well-known for your lust for beastiality, you furry." Lamia quipped,

"And you're saying that your are not?" A daemon quipped

"shat it, you da'tees! you be'n more b'noxious 'Dan those humies while back" grunted the rather large, cockney (rather appropriate) Ork wearing Armour of the literal definition of 'improvised' which makes it look like he's wearing a landfill used by the spike-clad BDSM reject convention! "Now, wot iz it, Slanny'?"

Slannesh quickly looked up from her idle tapping, rather surprised the banter-bus has brakes,

"well… thank you Gork-"

"Mork"

"-Mork. Now then, my little champion down there made me come up with an absolutely marvelous idea!" Slannesh giggled in her feminine tone, "We all take it in turn to partake in a little 'mischief' with this little filly. But first; the rules!" she exclaimed, lapping up the collective groans of the testosterone-driven morons (like almost every guy in my year at school)

"Now first… Sparrow, nothing the size of bloody Canterlot mountain. Nay, nothing too big. And the rest of you… meh, I trust pretty much the rest of you not to summon Cathulu with tendrils with the diameter of a barrel… except Gwen. Fuck Gwen!"

"Ay, I'm right 'ere, ya bitch!" yelled the butt-hurt tranny with snake legs and the hilarious pointy hat.

"Yea… I don't give a shit… that means get out" Slanny' replied, causing Gwen to huff and leave before shouting through the door,

"Fine, ye fuck-heads. I didn't want to be in your weird alter-boy stuff anyway!"

The remainder of the pantheon just sat there in the awkwardness before them.

"So… Umm," the Lamia mumbled, "who wants to go first?"

Chapter 3- The Third One

The few months after the 'incident' in the Everfree, AppleBloom has been spending more and more time away from the ponies she loved when she felt like she needed them most. it seems like one of those things you'd have to tell somepony, 'Hay, friend. Have you cut your mane, it looks different. By the way, I was sexually assaulted in the forest a while back by some wolf made out of wood!'

She did' to even know how she got away, either it buggered off, or the beast rolled over in his sleep allowing access to civilization once more. She knows ponies know something is bothering her, when she was first seen in the earliest part of the morning, neck deep in the large bucket of cold water she so reluctantly avoids most nights before bed. She had to tell somepony eventually… but who. Her over-protective sister will have a heart attack, the crusaders don't really know how… 'the do' is done. For all they know it could be a threesome between a stork the couple wanting the baby.

'Perhaps Twilight' the violated farm pony pondered, 'she will probably understand. And having a neighbor who's practically all STEM jobs rolled into one purple pony princess really helps!' she continued, thinking without her usual dialect.

Through the aether, a certain daemon was strolling beside the troubled filly, unseen to the mortal eye. Slannesh walked in her usual fashion… by floating, swaying her hips as if she was walking without a bra with breasts made of… umm,  bouncy stuff? Rubber… yea - with breasts made of rubber.

"Now, how do deal with her? with enough power and persuasion, I could do a 'deal with the devil' and mentally and physically remove the event and replace it with a happy memory of brewing potions of 'whatever' or 'who gives a damn?'" she continued speaking aloud, not bothered of the possible lowering of the 'space-frequency thing,' moving her to the material plane without any warning, "Prehaps…" with a new idea in her head, she clicked her purple-ish fingers, causing an explosion of colours and pattern, a common sight among 'gods.'

AppleBloom gasped, the world plunged into an abyss of white, only the objects closer than ten feet of her looking like they were from the material realm. Even then it was if it was from the noir-filtered movers… movies, whatever they were called! Except for one thing… a golden aura of light rained down upon the filly, riding the awe-inspiring photons was something covered with even more gold than the fanciest chalice of fanciness  itself! A figure, bipedal, on its back were gargantuan wings, flowing with grace and beauty. It's ornate amour looked as if it were soaked in the largest gold reserve in Canterlot, with several depictions of a red eye and holy symbolism bulging out along with a red tear and the Aquila. His robe that hung to his chest depicted that of a white fur-clad beast that looked like a lion, and beneath his long, flowing blond wig were a few strands of Abbadon-black hair.

His feet landed on the noir steps of Shugercube Corner, nary a sound produced by such heavy-looking armour. It walked closer, the chime of several ornaments like chainmail and a large scabbard, sheathing a mighty sword.

"Young one," His voice sounded like the pluck of a harp and had a sooth and subtle commanding tone, "I hear your plight. Embrace me young one, and I will cure your ailment caused by the beast of Naylor." He stood now ten feet from young AppleBloom promising everything she needed this moment. She took a small step forwards, feeling warmer and more at peace with every inch of her hoof closer to the gargantuan saint.

"Young one," another voice said. This one was feminine and came with an after-effect like the Chrysalis, but gave of a soothing effect, "everything has a cost, young one," it continued. The young farm pony looked behind her. Another ten feet away from her was another figure. This one was large. It hovered above the ground by around a foot, and even then it was twice the size of the angelic biped twenty feet away from it. She was serpent in nature, with a deep purple with a pink underbelly. She had many arms and at her waist hung not legs, but a long tail that she wore around her thin neck. Her face was pale and her face had no meat to it, her pink scales clung close to her bones. Her pink scales where around the skeletal features of her face like the cheekbones and brow whilst the darker, flushed purple were worn tight around her cranium. And to the sides of her head lay to large horns pointing forwards which she fondled with one of her arms whilst the others either lay at her side, had her hips firmly, or covered some of the teats of her six breasts: the most prominent pair being the top two, whilst the other four lay a bit sagged.

"You are looking at a false prophet, young one. Come closer to me and deal with the devil," she concluded, beckoning AppleBloom with an extended arm.

AppleBloom, looked towards the golden gargantuan to hear a counter-argument to the large serpent, but to receive none. With a face of disgust, the mighty legs buckled and the winged body fell where it stood. The young farm pony yelped, jumping back a bit to dodge the fallen giant, feeling the cold air like an aroma around the large serpent biting her defiled rump. From the body of angelic creature, a smaller beast leaped from it, phasing through the armour.

"Party-pooper" Lamia scowled, hir body dissipating somewhere into the aether. AppleBloom looked in horror as her savior was indeed a false prophet and the large serpent coiled around the little filly.

"I'll make you a deal, filly," she said, cutting to the chase, "I can erase, replace, etcetera, etcetera memories physical traits, whatever… to an extent. And I don't want to waste my power… soo, here's what I can do for a win/win situation for both of us: 1. I will erase everyone's memory relating to that thing with Natlor's wolf and replace it with a pleasant day or whatever. 2. I can undo anything physical like your virginity, tightness, whatever. Though, you may not realize how good that'll be for 'ye in the future. You like this so far?" she said, the little filly nodding.

"3. every time me or someone else puts you here, you will remember everything that has happened in this place and the forest. This is so you don't keep on doing bad head, you know what I mean?" She paused, no reply from AppleBloom meaning the stereotype you hear based on ponies like in Appleoosa or North Carolina was false… possibly.

"Well then, as I said earlier, everything costs something, right?" she asked rhetorically, laying AppleBloom on her back and shoving her crotch to the young filly's face, "now, lick it. Let's see how good you are!"

AppleBloom was instinctively confused at the order, the simple notion of such a lewd idea weird, but she gave in and extended her tongue out and her eyes clamped shut. Slannesh moaned at the touch, indirectly telling the young filly she is doing good thus far. AppleBloom slid her tongue up and down the clit of the daemon, trying to keep only the tip touching the monster's crotch since the taste had disgusting bitter sensation with a bitter-sweat aroma.

"You can do better than that!" The daemon laughed, using her bony fingers to push the farm filly's entire muzzle into the large snatch of Slannesh, "tap hard if you really want to breath! Oh and- oh, right there!" Slannesh moaned loudly, pressing AppleBloom's head further in. AppleBloom thrashed her hooves wildly at the lack of oxygen as her face was stuck between a hand and a sensitive place. But still, she had to force herself to stick her tongue in further in Slannesh's canal whilst using her muzzle to rub the strange nub at the top of the vagina.

After around half a minute, Slannesh pulled back AppleBloom's bow. AB gasped for air before being shoved back in violently with her mouth wide open. This carried on for several minutes when the mighty daemon was nearing her climax, keeping AB without air for longer periods of time. The filly in question was thrashing her hooves next to Slannesh's snatch frantically as the little girl was suffocating to near-death in the pussy of a daemon.

"There's… n-no point, young one!" Slannesh boomed, riding on the edge of an orgasm, "In this plain, if you do… die, you'll just sp-spring back to life in a minute or two! I'm just… just being nice when giving you a-" She couldn't finish as she hit climax. Strange juices flooded AB's mouth as the bony hand trapping her let the young filly crash on to the floor, her form convulsing wildly on the floor, much-air filling her dying lungs.

After a few long minutes, the inpatient Slannesh picked up the recovering filly by the scruff of her neck.

"No more…" AppleBloom said in shallow breaths to the un-delight of Slannesh,

"No more? You're gonna' be in and out of here for the rest of your life!" she chuckled, "now, if you want this to be easier on you, you should lube me up!" as soon as she finished AppleBloom was on her crotch again, to the disappointment of the little filly. But as soon as she stated to stick her tongue out in defeat, a large nub the size of a tennis ball pressed against her mouth. Instantly, she started struggling against Slannesh's purple talons.

"Hmm, don't bite!" Slannesh said as the nub extended into AppleBloom's mouth as a long, thick shaft, "Also, no air this time."

AppleBloom screamed as load a someone with an ever-growing Dick in their mouth can as the diameter of the shard increased and the tip hit the back of her throat, going down her gullet to her stomach.

After about a minute, the long shaft was pressing against the entrance to AppleBloom stomach and the meaty pike had pressed her food pipe to its absolute limit, creating a large bulge going from her neck to her belly. Slowly, Slannesh moved AppleBloom back to get as much stimulation as she could, all the while teasing AppleBloom with the air she would not receive. The last thing the young girl did see before passing out was her bead being slammed right to Slannesh's hilt, her dick breaking through into the little stomach of the farm pony.

When she finally went limp and the twitching stopped, Slannesh smirked, counting down until her young victim should be revived, and a time limit she has to endure before she can inflate this filly a first time. Grabbing her momentarily corpse with two hands she furiously jerked off with it, grinding her shaft against her bloated gullet and pounding the bottom of her (right now) empty stomach. With an index finger, she kept the dead filly's mouth open wide enough so that her teeth would not snag against her furious masturbation whilst the other one was busy fingering her tight arse.

Slowly, as life was being breathed back into the filly, her gullet became tighter and so did the back enter acne and stomach enter acne as she was being repaired of all damage. As her eyes slowly began to flutter open, her brain registered she was being brutally used as a fuck-sock, Slannesh bursted into her, her load bloating her stomach to breaking point in a second whilst the rest tried to escape through a small stream into her intestines, mixed with stomach acid, burning her inner-walls. She openly sobbed as the pain was unbearable to her. When her stomach was on the brink of splattering her insides white, Slannesh brutally grabbed AB's underbelly, squeezing all the cum out of her arse in a spectacular display.

And it did, cum exploded from her rear in a mix of blood, stomach acid, saliva and gallons upon endless gallons of cum. Slannesh, not wanting to wait a shill before she is revived again, removed her ginormous foal-fiddler, giving AppleBloom oxygen before she dies again, which the filly greedily took in her shriveled air-sacks. Her body slid off her rod into the pile of blood and jizz, more being added to the mound as AB violently threw-up continuously, crying all the while. She was in such a state that she didn't even notice, or just couldn't care when her legs were spread for the daemon monster-cock who's head has tapping the little girl's newly virgin birth canal.

"For the rest of your life." Slannesh whispered into AppleBloom's ear, most likely drowned out by the filly's wails of pain as her insides are eaten by what's left of her stomach acid inside her body.

The tip of Slannesh's cock, now twice the size of a tennis ball, pressed harder against the undeveloped foal pussy. The daemon Prince had four arms on her young frame, all wriggling her around and pushing her onto her death-scepter for minutes until her tight pussy gave in and her muscles stretched beyond belief, all causing immense pain in the young girl whilst stimulating the meaty pike insanely! The bloated tip was already hitting the womb, with still one and a half feet of dick still vacant of pony pussy.

Slannesh enjoyed every moment of this, stimulating herself as much as she could. Using two hands, she firmly held AB's left eye wide open as she licked up her tears and dragged her sandpaper tongue over the young eyeball, much to the dismay of the rape victim. Slannesh suckled on the eyeball, lapping up all of the delicious juices as she could, even digging her forked tongue under the socket and the interior of her eye-lids, blinding AppleBloom for sure until she would be eventually healed by the strange majiks of this realm. Meanwhile, her dick was pushing its way into the undeveloped womb, thrusting the walls of the baby-maker to a bloodied pulp.

"Oh myself, how are you soo rapeable!" Slannesh moaned in pure ecstasy, stealing a deep, unwanted kiss with the young foal.

After several minutes of sexual groping and deep thrusting, the meat scepter punctured through the young womb of AppleBloom, the daemon dick angling itself awkwardly so it thrusts into AB's half-digested intestinal tracks, mangling the organ whilst breaking the pelvis in the process. Blood was streaming from the farm pony's delightfully destroyed pussy, and the fuck-hole was gradually becoming nothing more than a useless orifice with no stimulation to be found. Slannesh brutally tried to fist the young pony's anus, but to no avail. Quick to think of an idea, Slannesh, clawed the interior of AB's throat, trying not to cut the jugular vain.

Now with a lubed-up hand, Slannesh shoved it up AB's tail hole with as much force as she could put onto it without thrusting it through to her mouth, killing her in a jiffy. After that was done, she wanked herself through the dissolved intestinal wall of the sobbing filly as the dick of death jabbed at the diaphragm of the filly, directly controlling her breathing with a chaotic pattern of of powerful thrusts.

"I am… g-going to kill you over and over again 'till I'm satisfied with your destroyed cum-dumpster of a body" she said, bursting her diaphragm, giving AB only a minute at the most before she dies again, Th-then you'll be passed to the next one, then- oh, bloody Nora, I'm gonna'… Hnnnnn pass you into the n-ne… holy shit!" The Daemon screamed, bursting her load into the filly. With all her arms she held the filly tightly, thrusting her dick into the dying filly whilst painting her white and red, using all of her hands to block all exits where her load could escape. The little filly screamed as much as she could with the last of her air through Slannesh's t

fingers before the pressure grew to great and her heart was crushed by the immense pressure from the cum and the arms crushing the rib-cage, snuffing the young foal's life as her body exploded and the tip of the immense dick burst through her mouth.

Slannesh laid in the ground, her dick, with a good days work, shriveled back into her groin, cum dribbling from the tip still, all her arms massaging her giant breasts as AppleBloom's bones mended and the stew that is the muscled clamps on and inflating themselves to their original shape. It wasn't until some of her organs where built and blood started pumping again did her screams started.

"Oh, shut it!" Slannesh growled, mashing her fist on AB's newly-formed head, caving it in and her body going limp again, "Ugh, I'll go tell Lamia that shi can go next. But, I'll tell her to go after a week or two since you played nice. Hm, and I guess we're done here. Yeah, I won't keep killin' you during awesome sex today. Maybe in a month. Well! See you soon, young one!" She clapped her hands and disappeared.

After AppleBloom fully formed again, she stood up, her crying could be heard a mile away. Then there was a flash! Ponies could be heard talking again in the bustling market place. AB opened her eyes and wiped off some tears who's origins where unknown to her. But everything seemed… peaceful, like a weight had been lifted. She had some bits on her, maybe she could borrow some books about alchemy from the library [1] for her lessons with Zecora on Tuesday. That would be nice.

Chapter 5- the one after four

AppleBloom was in her clubhouse alone in the corner. she looked blankly at the wall, deep in thought. She mesmerized every detail of that one spot on the wall. Thinking of anything to distract her of her orders. They weren't mandatory, but doing it would treat her ailment. Breaking eye contact with the wall she looked down at her fillyhood. She held her breath as she moved a trembling hoof towards it. Slowly she prodded her folds, and with an 'eep' moved her hoof away and drew quick breaths.

Laying down to get more comfortable on the oak floor, she spread her hind legs. Using both her hooves, she rubbed the strange nub on the top of her vagina whilst the other hoof ran its way up and down her clit, holding it at an angle to get inside her folds a bit. The filly whimpered as she tried to stay quiet as she felt jolts run its way through her body and her hooves kicking wildly when she touched herself just right. Although she knew she could be load, with most of her memories intact she realized what a paranoid pony she was on the inside. She couldn't just think about the pleasure, she kept on reminding herself that today was not Sunday so Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle should not be here and that AppleJack stopped being over-protective a while ago.

A moan escaped her mouth as she began to rub faster, heat building up inside her nethers. She bit onto her bottom lib and her head kept tossing and turning as she couldn't control her bodily spasms which was physically new to the overwhelming sensations her mind has known a botched version off. The filly crept closer to orgasm, putting more of her hoof as she could into her fillyhood without causing pain. She began to curl into a ball and a groan left her lips as she felt this heat of pleasure. She let out a yelp and cried out in pleasure, her hooves retracting and the bundle of pleasure in her loins exploding through her body. AppleBloom just laid there for the longest time in rasped breaths, her hind hooves twitching slightly.

Minutes after the explosion in her nethers died down she sat up and rubbed her eyes. Looking around the clubhouse she saw a large wet patch were she sat. Leaning low she took a small whiff and recoiled with disgust when she prodded her tongue against what was left of the substance on her hooves because licking an old wooden floor is always bad. [1] The taste was bitter-sweet in her mouth, but mostly the former and the sweet smell that it wore was a deadly siren. Slowly realizing the smell that was covering the room would be a really bad if AppleJack decided to check-in on the little filly,

"Oh ponyfeathers, now I'll-" AppleBloom put a hoof to her mouth at the bad language she had spoken, and laughed, "I just done a bad thing! Ponyfeathers! Ponyfeathers! Buck, buck, buck!" she laughed, hopping around in circles with as much energy as a filly who had just experienced an orgasm could spare.

AppleBloom felt alive, beyond the shackles of society. She felt like a full-grown mare. She was an independent mare who don't need no stallion! But if her hooves were this amazing, she could barely comprehend the immense pleasure of what she has experienced in the past, but with less murder-rape! Focusing back on the issue at hoof AppleBloom remembered where a mop and bucket was located,

"Now, ah just have'ta get a bucket of water alll the way from the farmhouse… but that might be mighty suspicio-"

"Why would it be suspicious?" A voice asked, much to the dismay of the farm filly. AppleBloom turned around to see Sweetie Belle looking straight at her with her head cocked to the side, a puzzled expression worn on her face.

The farm filly looked in disarray, panting heavily. She knew she had to think of an excuse, even if her family has a terrible record of obvious lies. Looking away from her friend, she sighed,

"Sweetie Belle?" The filly asked, "T'res something ah have been do-" she stopped herself, biting her bottom lip. She looked again at her friend.

"What's wr-" The innocent marshmallow filly sneezed, wiping her muzzle, "Heh, sorry. I've got the sniffles." She continued. On the inside AppleBlooms was cheering. All she had to do was tell a little lie and-

no.

no, her friends should deserve better,

"It's nothin', it's just fer' the first time in mah life I feel like a full-grown mare," the filly half-lied, hiding the larger picture, "well, even after that accident with the ch- chime… ch-"

"Chimera" Oxfords dictionary answered,

"Ah said that…" AppleBloom retorted quickly, "Well, ah jus' feel amazing. Like ah can do anything, know anything. Jus' go out there, an life of the fatta' the lan!" She exclaimed, over-exaggerating maybe a tad bit.

Sweetie smiled, "well then, miss Bloom, what are you going to do as a new mare?" the unicorn said with a hint of sarcasm,

"Ah'm gonna' Mop the floor of the clubhouse!" The filly replied, sounding more fake than happy.

"Well, that's a bit… boring," the marshmallow foal said, sounding more confused than let-down. AppleBloom just looked at the other filly as if she sounded like the crazy one,

"No! When you've seen what ah have seen -altho' ah recomend that you don't- you learn to enjoy these little things!" AppleBloom exclaimed, embracing the unicorn with the sniffles tightly. As quickly as it came, it left. AppleBloom kissed Sweetie on the cheek out of nowhere and galloped off giddily to the farmhouse, "Latter, Sweetie Belle, Ah am off ta' get me a bucket and mop!" the filly said, hopping around in a circle before running through the thick tree-line that seperated the orchard from the clearing surrounding the clubhouse.

Sweetie just still stood there gobsmacked, her eyes wide. She slowly moved a hesitant hoof to her cheek.

"I'm not sure weather to treasure this forever or scrub this with soap…" she said to nopony in particular, her mind trailing off to nowhere particular.