Fall of Equestria: Choices

Later that afternoon, once Mac had put all his mares away early, he stood with Fine and his family on the edge of the Everfree.

“Just follow the map,” said Mac. “I don’t know what will happen to you all after that, but I wish you the best.”

Fine looked at him and tried to keep his suspicions to himself. It hadn’t escaped him how his daughter never took her eyes off the apple farmer, and he wondered if something else had happened in the farmhouse. Having no other choice, he stuck out his hand and offered it to Mac.

“I don’t know either, but I thank you for your help,” he said. Mac shook his hand, cast one last look at Blossom, then turned and went back to his home. Fine hitched up his backpack, now laden with fresh fruits and vegetables from the farm and turned to go. He and his wife had only taken a few steps when they realized their daughter hadn’t moved. She was still staring after Mac and sighing.

“Come on, sweetie; we have to go, “ said Meadow. She went back and took her by the shoulders, then gently turned her around and walked with her. Blossom sighed again as she fell into step with her mother.

“I wish I could stay there,” she said quietly to herself.

“It’s not safe, dear,” said Meadow. Blossom looked up at her as they walked.

“I’d be safe with him. He’s wonderful…”

This set-off alarm bells in Fine, and he stopped and turned to her. “Sweetie…did something happen between the two of you?

Blossom’s cheeks went bright red, which was all the answer he needed.

“I’ll kill him…”

Blossom looked up and shouted, “No, Daddy! It…it wasn’t rape! I…I wanted it.”

Meadow was on the verge of tears as she said, “Honey, you’re not old enough to make that kind of decision.”

“Yes, I am! You both treat me like I’m still a filly! I’m not your little girl anymore! I have needs!” She turned and began to run back to the farm, but both her parents caught her and held her. “Let me go!”

Fine stared at her, then looked to his wife. “Sweet Blossom, listen to me.” She tried to jerk away from them but they held her fast. “Listen to me, I said!” The young mare stopped struggling but refused to look at her father. “There’s a dead body in our home. What do you think the authorities will do once they find it?”

Blossom stared at the ground. “I don’t know.”

Meadow finished his thought. “They’ll come looking for the ponies that did it. Once they find them, they won’t be gentle.”

Petulantly, Blossom replied, “I didn’t kill him.”

“No, but they won’t care. Like it or not, our lives in this town are over, Blossom. Even if Mac took you in, you’d be bringing that trouble down on his head. Is that what you want?” said Fine.

“No! I don’t want anything to happen to Mac!” she said as she began crying.

Fine’s voice was as gentle as he could make it as he said, “Then come with us. We only want what’s best for you.” Blossom allowed herself to be led as they continued their trek through the Forest.

“Will…will I ever see him again?” she whispered.

“Someday, maybe,” said her father. He put his arm around her and gave her a squeeze, a warm gesture which belied the rage he was feeling towards Big Mac. Then he sighed. One thing at a time. He took another look at the map, adjusted his pack and kept walking. He grit his teeth. Someday…

The sun had almost reached the horizon and was in its golden phase when they finally reached the hut. Fine had his wife and daughter wait in the Forest while he came cautiously forward and looked inside, bat at the ready. Nopony there. He went back outside and waved them in. Then all three crowded inside and looked around. It was a shambles. Overturned pots of herbs littered the floor, shelves were broken, the bedding ripped. It looked like whoever had been here before they hadn’t liked finding nothing, and had taken their frustrations out on her home. This, oddly enough, gave Fine hope: the zebra was still on the run, or had been when the Caribou had come looking.

Meadow picked up a pot and looked into it, then let it fall to the floor. “Now what?” she asked. Fine looked back outside.

“It will be night soon.” He turned and looked at them. “Why don’t you two set that bed back up and try to get some sleep? I’ll keep the first watch, then we can get a fresh start in the morning.”

“But where are we going?” asked Blossom. Fine looked at his wife and remained silent. Meadow read his uncertainty and said, “Your father knows what he’s doing. Come on, let’s clear out a space to sleep.”

“But…”

“Enough questions, sweetie. Come on.” She turned and started picking up items from off the bed and setting them out of the way. After a few moments, Blossom joined her.

Fine turned and righted the door, which was standing partway off its hinges, and pulled it to. He then seated himself outside, keeping his bat at the ready.

All around him, the Forest hummed with life. He heard insect noises, as well as the sounds of what had to be larger animals moving about. He gripped his bat nervously as he stared out into the darkness. How in Equestria has that zebra lived out here without losing her mind from fear? He had been a city pony his entire life and had rarely ventured out into “nature,” even though he’d lived this close to the Forest. And now he was stuck out here with his wife and daughter, heading for Celestia knows where and really having no idea what to do next. He sighed. At least they’d be safe for one night.

All of a sudden he heard movement close by, and he jumped to his hooves. As he stood there, suddenly a knife was pressed to his throat from behind, and a voice said, “Be you friend or be you foe? If you lie to me, I’ll soon know!”

Fine stiffened and dropped his bat. “I’m a friend! Who…who are you?”

The knife was pressed harder and Fine could feel a trickle of blood slide down his neck. “I’m an enemy of the Caribou; my name’s Zecora, who are you?”

“I too am their enemy. My name is Fine Print and I’m out here with my wife and daughter. We were looking for you!” he quickly explained.

After a few moments, the knife was taken away. He slowly turned and faced her while rubbing the spot on his neck. She was slightly taller than himself, wearing a long slit skirt that did little to hide her shape. Her mane was in a mohawk and striped in black and white, but what struck him most were her eyes. They burned with an intensity that made him step back a bit as she watched him.

“Why in Equestria are you looking for me? What was it that you hoped you’d see?”

Fine replied, “I have to protect my daughter. She’ll soon be raped if I don’t get her away from these monsters. My wife needs to get away as well. I was hoping you could help us.”

Zecora scowled. “Why should I help one such as you? Can you still control what you do?”

Fine’s brow furrowed. “ ‘Control what I do?’ What do you mean?”

Instead of answering, Zecora ran her hands up her body, stopping at her breasts. Then she slowly peeled back the fabric until one aureole and nipple was exposed. She then brought a pinkie up to her mouth, parted her lips with it and licked it, watching him closely the entire time. Fine went beet-red and quickly turned away.

“Stop that, please…”

Zecora covered herself and said, “The Caribou’s mind magic is hard to fight. In doing so, you’ve won me to your plight.”

Fine shuddered and took a deep breath. That was close! He turned back to her and said, “So you’ll help us?”

She nodded and said, “There’s a Resistance camp not far from here. “I’ll guide you with those you hold dear.”

“Thank you. Thank you very much!” He pushed the door open and went inside. His wife sat up when he came into the bedroom.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Come on; we’re going. Wake Blossom.”

She rubbed her eyes and said, “Going where?”

“I found us help. Or rather, she found us.” He stepped aside to reveal the shaman who had followed him into the hut.

Meadow stared up at the tall, exotic female and instantly felt a wave of jealousy, but quickly pushed it down. “You must be Zecora.”

She nodded and said, “We haven’t time to delay. Grab your things; we must away.”

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Apple Bloom had been restless all night. Her room had a funny smell to it when she’d come home from school that afternoon, one she didn’t recognize but still filled her with a longing she didn’t understand. She looked down at herself as she lay in bed. Her breasts were huge compared to the size they’d been before the Caribou came and as she thought about it she realized these weren’t the only changes. It seemed her secret place was always slightly wet and warm these days, especially whenever she saw a stallion having his way with a mare. In her studies at school, her teacher had already covered all the basics, stuff she’d been told about before the Fall, but had yet to have any practical application. But now as she lay there, that smell had gotten into her head. She couldn’t wait another second!

Carefully, she got herself out of bed and slowly opened her door. All was relatively quiet, but as she listened she could barely make out the sound of her big brother’s snoring. Clad only in her tiny nightgown and panties, she slipped out of her room and made her way to her brother’s. Quietly, she opened his door.

She could just make out his form in the moonlight. He was on his back with his covers bunched up over his waist, leaving his upper body bare and exposed. She gulped as she took in the sight of him. Their earlier conversation was still fresh in her mind, as was the look he’d given her, but still, she shut the door behind her as she stepped inside. She made her way over to the bed and stood there watching him. She became heated as she stared at his crotch…at the bulge it made in his bedclothes. One little look wouldn’t hurt!

Slowly, she pulled the covers back until they were just below his stallionhood. She was disappointed to see he was wearing pajama bottoms, but she’d gone too far to be turned back by some flimsy cloth! Quietly, she reached out and unbuttoned his pajama fly and pulled the fabric away. She stared in awe of the sight before her. Her brother was huge. She started breathing heavily as she looked. Then, she climbed up on the bed. Mac’s snoring faltered for a moment and she froze. But he soon resumed snoring as she breathed a sigh of relief. She then leaned down to get a better look. Her warm breath touched his cock and made it twitch, and she almost lost her nerve as it began growing. Just how big was it going to get?!

Her mouth began to water as she recalled this particular lesson: stallions loved “blowjobs,” she remembered them being called, but she’d never given one before and wasn’t quite sure how to begin. Just then a little drop of liquid formed at the tip, something called “precum.” It was the first step in a stallion having an “orgasm,” but she knew she had to help him along. “Ah hafta make you happy,” she whispered to herself as she leaned forward and gave his tip a lick. Mac’s cock jumped at the contact and he moaned in his sleep, which made Apple Bloom go completely wet. The thought that she was causing him to cry out like that, even in his sleep, gave her a sense of power and fulfillment: this is what she was born to do. Plus, he was delicious.

Slowly, she licked him repeatedly. Once she had enough of her saliva covering him, she took him into her mouth. He was so large she could only take him in a few inches past the head, but she was determined to work with what she had. She herself began to moan as she suckled him, in her pleasure forgetting to stay quiet. The room was filled with the sound of her slurping as Mac opened his eyes.

“AJ?” he whispered. He looked down at the mare who was bobbing on his cock. Wait…that’s not Applejack. “Who…hnnnngg!” he moaned as he released into her mouth. He reached down and grabbed her by the back of the head, forcing more of his cock into her mouth. He could feel her frantically swallowing as he pulsed again and again. Panting, he lay back and sighed as the mare sat up and turned to face him. “Ap…Apple Bloom?! What…what have you done?!” he cried as he jerked to a sitting position and covered himself.

She smiled as she wiped the cum off her chin, then sucked her fingers. “Don’t be mad, big brother. Ah told you I needed to make you happy!”

But Mac was still aghast. "Apple Bloom...this ain't right!"

She crawled up to him on her hands and knees, then settled herself on his lap. "What's wrong with makin' you feel good, big brother? Ah'm proud to do it! And besides," she added as she wiggled on his crotch, " ah can feel you like it too!" Before he could further protest, she reached around herself and drew her nightie over her head. She then removed her bra as her titties bounced free. Straddling his crotch, she leaned forward and put one of her breasts in his mouth. "C'mon, Mac," she breathed, "taste me."

Though Mac was easily strong enough to push her away, the presence of her nipple in his mouth was having a heady effect on him. Adding to that, she was rotating her hips over his cock and moaning, making him go unbearably hard again. It was all too much to take.

Grabbing her panties in both hands, he gave a mighty tug and reduced them to tatters as he tore them away. She gasped in delight as she was completely exposed. “Yes, Mac! Make me yours!” He then took her by her waist and flipped her over on her back as he loomed over her, making her cry out again. She wrapped her legs around his waist and whispered, “Be gentle with me, big brother…” He reached down and lined himself up with her dripping snatch, then sighed as he eased himself in. She gasped as she was penetrated for the first time and by so large a member.

“Are you alright?” he whispered.

“Give me more! I can take it!” she moaned. But Mac restrained himself, knowing he could seriously hurt her if he abandoned himself. He eased a few more inches into her, then pulled back and eased in again. She was tight, tighter than any mare he’d been with before, which made him all the more cautious.

“Harder!” she cried. “Faster! I want it!” Mac speeded up but kept himself from fully entering her. But this was getting harder and harder to do, as his brain began to fill up with pleasure. He grit his teeth and used every ounce of his self-control as he pounded her, taking care not to unleash his full length. Even so, she yelped as she was being ridden, crying out with every thrust. “That’s it! MORE!” All of a sudden she tightened her legs around his waist and bucked upwards, causing him to fully enter her. “Mac! I’m…I’m…AHHHHHH!” This sent him over the edge as well as he began to release his hot load into her. She dug her nails into his back as she held on and rode him, gasping into his ear.

Slowly, he pulled himself free then lay down beside her. Bloom immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and began kissing it. “That was incredible…when can we do this again?” she whispered. But now that Mac was spent, his guilt overcame him.

“Apple Bloom…we…can’t.”

She sat up and stared down at him, placing her hands upon his chest. “Why not? Didn’t you enjoy yourself? ! know I did!” She reached down to herself and added, “Ah’m gonna be sore for a few days, but it’s a good kinda hurt!”

Mac looked away. “I still think of you as my little little sister, Bloom. What we did…what you did to me…that just ain’t right.”

Her bottom lip began trembling as she asked, “Don’t you love me?”

He snapped his head up to look at her. “A ‘course I do! That ain’t the issue.”

She lay down on him and hugged him tightly. “Then why cain’t ah be your mare? Ain’t ah pretty enough?” she sobbed.

He hugged her back as he replied, “You’re very pretty, Bloom. I couldn’t resist you…but I can’t let myself do that to you again.”

At this, she smiled to herself. Couldn’t resist me? she thought. We’ll see if he’ll be able to again…