Author's Note

This chapter is from Applejack's POV

Other characters in the chapter include: Apple Bloom, and the Mirror Pool Pinkies.

NOTE: all characters depicted in this chapter and this story are 18 years or older.

2. The Barn Raising (Part 1)

Chapter 2: The Barn Raising

“Hey Applejack, why wasn’t Pinkie Pie here? I thought you said she wanted to help with the barn raising today…” Apple Bloom asked as she painted the side of the barn. I paused, my hammer hovering over a stubborn nail, and I gave my little sister a side glance.

“Oh, you know how hyper-active she can get sometimes, sugarcube. She probably got caught up in something around Ponyville.” I respond, hammering the last few nails into the foundation.

While I appreciate Pinkie promising to help with the barn raising today, I knew she wouldn’t follow through with her word; that mare always finds a way to wrap herself up in the craziest of things. She really can be unpredictable, but that doesn’t change the fact that she’s one of my closest friends. She’s got a big heart, and I think the world could use a lot more gals like her, that’s for darn sure.

It would’ve been nice to have my friend help out with the barn raising, but it’s usually an activity celebrated just by the Apple family anyway. All of our relatives from across Equestria gather round the Apple farm to get a chance to help each other expand the family business. It may be hard labor, but good, wholesome teamwork can get things done right quick, and it’s the best way to bond. I only get a chance to see some of my family once every year at the family reunion; barn raising is the only other time we all meet together, giving us a chance to keep in touch.

While we all had fun bringing this barn up on its foundations, the hardest part had been taken care of a while ago. Everypony has since moved on inside to start preparing a feast worthy of the Apple Family, while Apple Bloom and I are outside putting the finishing touches on the barn. I’m driving nails into the base of the structure, while Apple Bloom puts on a layer of weather-resistant paint around the outside. It’s tedious work, but somepony’s got to do it. Without it, the whole thing could just as easily tumble back to the ground without it.

I look up at Apple Bloom, her right hand high above her head as she reaches up, trying to cover the last few bare spots on the barn. I can’t help but feel a little bit of pride swell up in my chest as I watch her work. I remember when she was too small to even plant a tree by herself; feels like yesterday. And now here she is: 18 years old and putting the bulk of the work on her shoulders. I can’t help but see a little bit of myself in her, which isn’t hard to imagine when she’s helping us out with the heavier chores out in the field. She’s gonna do some great things someday, I just know it.

Splotches of paint cover the old work duds she’s currently wearing. A rugged pair of carpenter jeans, a faded, checked shirt and sturdy pair of work gloves complete her outfit. Her shirt is a little tight around her chest, her breasts having fully bloomed in her maturity, but other than the straining buttons it fits her perfectly. She’s starting to let her hair grow out a bit more, but that cute bow on her head is still the cherry on top. Unfortunately the old spills on the shirt and pants can’t be washed off. I hate having to give her hand-me-downs, but you don’t want to be wearing your finest set when you’re painting something this big.

My clothes are much the same as Apple Bloom’s. The colors are different, and mine are a bit cleaner, though they’ve got a few scrapes and tears instead. Naturally, my treasured stetson rests squarely on the top of my head. I practically sleep in the thing. Looking at my sister’s back, even though our coats and manes have different colors, I can understand why ponies sometimes get the two of us mixed up at a distance. I bet if I was ten years younger, we could have been passed off as twins.

I watch her fill in the last few spots on the wall with the red paint, then step down from the ladder. She takes a step back and gives the wall a once-over, checking to see if she’s missed anything. She looks satisfied with her work, so she takes off her gloves and looks over to me.

“How does this look, Applejack?” Apple Bloom asks as she starts cleaning up the paint supplies scattered around the yard.

“Looks like some mighty fine handiwork to me. Let’s clean this up so we can take a quick break.” I tell her, folding up the ladder as I speak.

We get all the painting supplies organized in our tool shed, then come back out to the yard with some folding chairs. The house is a little crowded, what with all the guests we have over, so it’s better if we sit out here for a while. Some fresh air never hurt anypony. I unfold my chair, and plop my rear down in the seat. My legs are so sore from all the lifting, pulling and just plain standing around we’ve been doing all day. I needed to take a load off. I look to my left, and I see that the guys left their cooler leaning up against the barn. I go over to take a look inside, and I find a pair of hard ciders.

I didn’t realize how thirsty I was until I saw the two ciders just sitting in there. My throat starts feeling a little dry just looking at them. They do look really tasty, but my common sense reminds me that I shouldn’t drink two full ciders while we have guests. Can’t be making a fool of myself by getting buzzed around my family.

I then take a look back at my sister. She’s laying down in her lawn chair, taking a well-deserved nap after all that work she’s done today. I really do wish ma and pa were able to see the strong young lady they were able to bring to the world. She deserves a treat for this. Granny Smith might not be amused with what I’m about to do, but I feel hard work needs to be recognized somehow.

I reach my hand out to grab the two ciders out of the cooler. They’re still cold, which is great. Nothing is worse than a warm cider, especially on such a hot afternoon. I take the bottle opener out of the pocket of my jeans, and crack the two bottles open. Some bubbles overflow out the neck of the bottle as I walk back to my seat. The sound of opening bottles rouses Apple Bloom from her slumber, and her gaze follows my movements. She sees the two open bottles of cider, then sends a glare in my direction.

“Don’t you think it’s a little early to be drinking two ciders?” She asks.

“It ain’t too early if you’re sharing the cider.” I respond, motioning a bottle in her direction.

Apple Bloom’s eyes widen at my response. “B-but, I thought that cider was-”

“For adults.” I interrupt. “Adults are the only ones allowed to have cider because they’re the only ones responsible enough to drink it without abusing it. And Apple Bloom, after all the hard work you put into the barn raising today, I think you’ve proven yourself as a pretty responsible young adult. So, you wanna have a cider with me?”

I sit down next to my sister and reach out, offering her the cold drink. Her eyes dart between mine and the cider for a second. She’s unsure of how to respond in this situation, and it’s clear in her body language. Eventually, she puts her fears behind her and takes the cider out of my hand.

“Thanks sis, you’re the best!” she beams as she takes a quick sip. Flinching at the strong flavor, she swallows and coughs once. “Landsakes, I never knew it was this strong! Is it supposed to burn your throat like that?”

“Eeyup.” I respond succinctly and take a swig. I’m trying real hard not to laugh at her reaction, but a chuckle still escapes my lips. “You’ll get used to it though.”

Eyeing the bottle with determination, she takes another small sip. Knowing what to expect this time, she handles it a bit better. Atta girl. She can be just as stubborn as me when she wants to. I knew she could take a little liquor, even if it’s got a kick to it.

We sit out there for probably around half an hour just watching clouds and telling stories while we drink. With all the chores we have to do on a daily basis, I rarely have the time to just sit down and talk with my little sister. There are some things that I would never have known about her if we didn’t get the chance to chat like this every now and then. I guess I never realized how much time I spend on my lonesome improving the family business ‘till I started missing the little things ‘round the house. It really makes me think about what I would do with my time if I weren’t so busy tending to the fields all the time.

My thoughts are interrupted by loud rustling in the bushes across the road. Apple Bloom and I both direct our attention to the noise as the rustling visibly shakes the bushes. We always have to be on high alert when something’s moving in those bushes, on account of all the mysterious creatures living in the forest just beyond that bush. We never know what might come out of there, so we have to be ready to defend our farm at all costs.

Just as Apple Bloom and I get out of our chairs to check on the noise, we see a head poke out of the bushes. That head belongs to none other than Pinkie Pie. Relief washes over me as I sit back down in my chair. I need to stop letting her scare me like that… I think to myself as I take another sip of my cider.

“Howdy, Pinkie! Where have you been all day?” I eagerly ask the pink pony. “I thought you said you wanted to help with the barn raising?”

“A barn raising? Ooh, what is that? Is it fun?” She questions excitedly, poking more of her body out of the bushes.

I was going to ask her how she managed to forget about the barn raising in such a short period of time, but something else distracts me before I say anything. Bouncing out of the cover of the bushes are a pair of large, pink breasts attached to her chest. I should be surprised by this sight, but it leaves me more annoyed than anything. Pinkie has lost her shirt in her shenanigans so often that I’ve become accustomed to the sight of her supple breasts.

“Pinkie, where is your shirt!? I told you to stop coming here when you lose yours!” I stress to her, glaring her down as I do so.

“Aww, but clothes are boring!” Pinkie groans.

“For the last time, Pinkie! The Mayor doesn’t care if you think clothes are boring! Moseying around town without clothes is indecent! She said you’ll get arrested if you’re caught outside without clothes again, and nopony wants to see you stuck behind bars!” I growl.

Sometimes these conversations I have with Pinkie can get really repetitive. This is the third time this week I’ve had to have this talk with her! I can’t tell if she’s really listening to me. I know she’s a kind soul, but she has a bad habit of doing things that aren’t socially acceptable. I mean it when I say that nopony wants to see someone as innocent as her stuck in a jail cell, so it’s really hard to watch her keep making these mistakes.

I know I shouldn’t keep giving her passes and just let her feel the punishment for her mistakes, but some part of me just won’t let it happen. She’s like family to me, and I’d do anything to make sure my family stays out of trouble. I sigh in contempt, my sense of goodwill finally beating out all other inhibitions. Trouble or not, I can’t just leave her walking around without a shirt on. Who knows what kind of crowd that might attract? She should feel lucky I have a sports bra under this shirt…

I pull my shirt up above my head, revealing a lot more of my upper body to Celestia’s sun. Some might consider what I’m doing as fairly risqué, but at least I have something covering my chest. Pinkie is just letting her breasts hang out freely.

“Alright Pinkie, I’ll help you out, but this is the last time that I’m letting you use my clothes! I’m still waiting for you to return my shorts from the last time you decided to run around naked!” I warn her.

She’s hesitant at first, but after some time, she decides to make her way out of the bush. She stands up the rest of the way, and starts walking across the road. Everything looks up to par at this point, until I notice something big swinging back and forth between her legs. Pinkie has surprised me on several occasions, but I don’t think there has ever been an instance where I have been left quite this speechless.

“Uh, Pinkie? Did Zecora give you one of her ‘special’ potions again?” Apple Bloom asks awkwardly, giving Pinkie’s naked form a weird look. I know my little sister is a grown mare now, but I’m still not comfortable with her getting an eyeful of stallion bits, especially when they’re that big. Even Big Mac would be envious of that there dangle...

Pinkie’s only a few yards away when I finally snap out of it. I throw my shirt into her chest, which she catches by reflex. I cross my arms and harrumph at her. Forget what I said earlier. If she wants to walk around in public with no pants on and that between her legs, she can get herself in as much trouble as she wants.

“There! Put it on and get outta here! I don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into today missy, but we’ve got guests at the house and we can’t have them seeing you like this.” I say in annoyance.

Pinkie stares dumbly at the piece of clothing for a few seconds before scowling and throwing it over her shoulder like a piece of trash. I watch dumbfounded as it lands in a mud puddle. “No! I don’t want that!” she objects.

I feel my eye twitch at the callous display. She closes the remaining distance and stops just in front of me, giving my body an appraising look. “Eyes up here, Pin-” I begin, but I’m interrupted by her sticking her hand down my pants.

“Do you have a vagina?” she asks obliviously and without a hint of shame. Apple Bloom and I can only stare slack-jawed as she fishes around inside my panties. The second my brain catches up with reality, I grab her hand and pull it back out. She immediately buries her other hand in there and keeps searching.

“Pinkie, no!” I yell at her. What in tarnation does she think she’s doing?! Is she drunk or something?

“Aww, you don’t have one?” she pouts disappointedly. Suddenly I feel her fingers dig into my marehood, and her expression brightens again. “Wait, there it is! I found it I found it I found it!” she cheers.

I push her away a bit harder than I meant to, sending her tumbling backwards. I’m just about to give her have a piece of my mind when Apple Bloom beats me to the punch. “Pinkie, what the hay?! How can you just… just grope my sister like that? I thought you were our friend!” she scolds, stomping her foot to punctuate her statement.

Pinkie sits up, shakes her head and looks at Apple Bloom like she hadn’t noticed her until now. “Oh, do you have a pussy too?” she grins and stares right at my sister’s crotch.

“Of course I do, you cotton brain! Why are you acting like this? Do we need to get Twilight to take a look inside your head again?” my sister says, giving me a knowing look after the last question. I nod. I’ve got some rope in the tool shed. We can have her trussed up like a turkey in half a minute if this continues.

Before we can move to restrain the troublesome mare, she stands up, turns to the forest across the road and whistles sharply. “Hey everypinkie! Come out here! I found more pussies!” she shouts and waits, staring into the trees and bushes.

At first nothing happens. I share a look with Apple Bloom, and she seems just as confused as me. “Pinkie, who are you talking… to...” I trail off, feeling a tremor in the ground.

“Cum! Cum! Cum!”

Another Pinkie jumps out of the bushes. Then another. And another. I rub my eyes, not quite believing what I’m seeing. In a matter of seconds there are dozens - no, hundreds - of Pinkies swarming around the barn. All of them are chanting a certain profane word. All of them are naked. All of them have dicks. Dicks that are starting to get hard...

“Apple Bloom.”

“Yeah?”

“Run.”

We bolt in opposite directions along the wall, but before either of us can get more than a few yards, our paths are cut off by the Pinkies. They form a semicircle around us, blocking every avenue of escape. We slowly back away from them until we’re standing shoulder to shoulder with our backs against the wall. All the while the first Pinkie just stands there in the middle, grinning at us and looking very pleased with herself.

“Cum! Cum! Cum!” they continue to chant as they hop around the farm freely. Every move they make, however, is organized enough to not leave us any exit. I start working the numbers in my head on whether or not I could work my way out of here by fighting the horde, but I don’t want to take that risk with those throbbing peckers in the question. Anger starts to well up in my throat as I start to picture what Pinkie has likely been doing with her day. That little slut…

Their excited jumping starts to calm down as their attention is focussed on us. A whole army of cock-wielding Pinkie Pies, all of them stroking their poles as they keep walking towards us. All I can do is shield Apple Bloom behind me as they close their distance. It has become very clear what they want, which puts a cloud of fear over my head. I’ve never done anything of this sort before, and I know Apple Bloom hasn’t either. I’ve been keeping away whatever boys she tries to bring to the farm to make sure of it. We both need to save ourselves for a pair of stallions who can treat us right, but more than anything, I need to make sure she keeps herself away from somepony who’s just going to hurt her. I’ll sacrifice myself if that’s what it takes; I’m not about to let a gang of pink rapists take my little sister’s cherry.

“A-alright. If it’s me that you want, you can have me. J-just keep Apple Bloom out of this!” I shout, giving my best poker face to cover up the fear gripping my mind.

“Aww, why would you keep her out of the party? Everypony’s invited!” One of the Pinkies say, enticing a cheer out of the crowd behind her. She says it in such an innocent voice, but that doesn’t change the dark meaning behind those words.

“Cum! Cum! Cum!” they begin to chant again as they close in on us. I try best to keep them from grabbing onto Apple Bloom, but there’s simply too many of them. Dozens of hands grab and pull us away from each other, tearing our clothes in the process. I try to at least hold onto my sister’s hand, but they deny us even that.

“Apple Bloom!” I yell desperately.

“Applejack!” she responds. I see the fear in her eyes. A block of ice forms in my stomach as I realize there’s absolutely nothing I can do to protect her. I can only watch as she slowly slips out of view behind a wall of Pinkies.

They push me up against the wall of the barn, shoving my face into the wet paint. It soaks into my coat and hair, but I pay that fact little mind as I have much bigger problems here. What little clothes I still have on are quickly torn off. They pull off my boots, and one of them even takes my hat! Putting it on her head, she pushes herself up against me, making sure I can feel every inch of her cock against the small of my back. The sensation makes me shiver. I struggle as I try to get away from her, but my arms are firmly held in place by two other Pinkies. They might as well be bolted to the wall; I can’t move an inch.

“No, wait! Stop! Let me go! Help!” I can hear Apple Bloom shout off to the side. It hurts my heart to know that she’s just a small distance away, but I can’t do anything to save her from this trouble. I know I’m a fairly strong mare, but moments like this make me feel powerless.

“Howdy~” the hat-Pinkie whispers sultry into my ear in a mock accent, giggling at her own pun. I am not amused. She rubs her hard, pulsing member against my back and I feel a trickle of something run down my spine. I'm not exactly sure what it is, but it feels wet yet... sticky...

Enjoying herself for a minute, she soon leans into my ear and whispers again. “So, partner, where do you want it? Pick a hole or I’ll pick one for you...”

On one hand, I don’t want to give her the satisfaction of an answer. On the other, I really don’t want her to stick that monster up my rear. Swallowing my anxiety, I stutter out my choice. “My p-pussy. T-take my pussy...”

“Say please...” she sings into my ear.

Sighing in defeat, I tell her what she wants to hear. “Please take my pussy, Pinkie. I w-want to feel you inside of me...” I say in a not very convincing voice.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, now was it? Good girl~” she murmurs, lowering her stance and shifting her hips. She spreads my legs and I feel her pressing her member against my cunt. Grinding herself against me, it takes her a while to even get the tip inside. I let out a hiss of pain when she finally does, spreading my lower lips wide. Oh, Celestia, this is gonna hurt!

“Pinkie Pie, please! Don’t do this! I’m sorry I called you a cotton head! I-AAAUGH!” I hear Apple Bloom’s words cut off by a loud scream. It’s at that moment I realize the Pinkies have taken my little sister’s virginity. It’s tragic knowing that despite all the work I put into making her save herself for the right guy, she was defiled by a gang of horny dickmares. That thought, however, put my own situation into perspective. I’ve been saving myself for more than twenty years, and all of that time is about to be put to waste by this pink mare behind me. My struggling intensifies as I try to do whatever I can to throw her off.

“Oh no, silly billy. You’re staying right here.” she insists and pushes me harder into the wall, rubbing paint into my stomach she does so. I bite my lip as I feel her drive her cock past my entrance. White hot pain shoots down my spine as I feel something break down there. Tears well up in my eyes and I taste copper from biting my lip too hard. She just took my innocence, but I refuse to scream. I will not give her the satisfaction!

“Mmm, you’re so tight and warm...” she muses as she keeps pushing deeper, seemingly unaware of my discomfort. Every inch is agonizing, but I grit my teeth and stay silent. She has the force behind her to squeeze in inch after grueling inch until she hits my cervix. She tries to push against it a couple times, but she seems to give up when she can’t get in. I take a small comfort in the fact that as much as this hurts, at least she can’t go any deeper.

“Oh, it won’t let me all the way in? Don’t worry, I know how to take care of this...” she states ominously.

In less than a second, she pulls her cock almost completely out of me, then rams it back in all the way to the hilt. Did she just... break through my cervix? It happened so fast I couldn’t tell what was going on until after the fact. One second I was standing on the ground, the next I was pinned against the wall by her cock, my legs dangling uselessly in the air. The entire wall shook from the impact. My sight went black for a moment, and I can’t seem to get any air into my lungs. Alright, forget losing my virginity. That wasn’t so painful. This, however, freaking hurts!

“Ah, there we go. Now let’s get this party started!” the Pinkie behind me says casually as she pulls back and resumes her thrusting, gradually speeding up the movement of her hips.

“Guh! You’re too fast! Ah, oof! S-slow down! Please! I can’t… I can’t... nnngh!” my sister begs to no avail. While it is still increasingly hard to listen to her pleas, I can barely even pay attention to her voice with the treatment I’m getting.

I know this isn’t how sex is supposed to feel, because if it was, no one would want to have it. At least no one would want to be on the receiving end of it; the Pinkies seem to like dishing it out just fine. This Pinkie just continues to moan into my ear as she mercilessly has her way with my flower. Not one iota of romance or peaceful pleasures are even taken into account as I’m forced to romp like a barn animal.

“Hey, what are these things? They smell good!” I hear one of the Pinkies say. I glance back to see a Pinkie in the back of the crowd holding an apple, picked straight from one of the nearby apple trees. She licks her lips and takes a big bite out of it, chewing slowly. “Mmm, juicy!” she exclaims happily and reaches for a second one before she’s even finished the first.

Several Pinkies follow her example and start picking apples from the trees. I grit my teeth as I watch them slowly pick the whole grove clean. These thieving vermin are devouring our livelihood right before my eyes! I have half a mind to give the one behind me a kick in the nads and start beating the living snot out of them all, but the rational part of me knows we wouldn’t stand a chance against their numbers. I don’t want to think about what else they might do to Apple Bloom if things get violent...

My mind can’t focus on what the Pinkies in the back are doing for too long, however, as the Pinkie at my back starts to speed up. I feel her thrusts start to become more urgent and shallow as she nears her peak. I know what comes next, but knowing doesn’t help against the fear I feel. Part of the reason I’ve never had sex is for the risk of pregnancy, and with my busy work schedule, I can’t afford to settle down just yet. Judging by the behavior of these Pinkies, I doubt any of them will want to pull out. What if one of them gets me pregnant? I don’t even want to think about what kind of demon will spawn out of me because of this crowd.

Unfortunately, that awful thought gets a little closer to becoming reality as I feel her tip start to expand in my womb, tying her hips to mine. I hear her let out a loud grunt as I feel her length throb; cum traveling all the way down her 18 inches. I shudder as I feel something warm and sticky paint the walls of my womb. There is a lot more sperm than I can handle and I quickly feel my womb start to expand to make room. I find myself unable to breathe, overwhelmed by the sharp pain of my insides swelling.

After a minute or so, I feel the pressure stop building, telling me that this Pinkie’s balls have finished draining. Her member starts to soften a bit, making it easier for her to pull herself out of me. She slips her dick out, opening the floodgates for her cum to trickle down my legs. A small puddle starts to form at my feet, making my digits sticky with her seed. It’s become a lot harder to stand after that first encounter, and the Pinkies holding me against the wall end up doing more work trying to keep me standing.

“Thanks, partner!” The Pinkie jokes, winking and tipping my hat to me as she does so. I see her walk off into the crowd, taking my hat with her. Her head quickly disappears in the sea of pink hair surrounding the area. I had a lot of memories with that hat, and now it belongs to the mare that likely just knocked me up...

Before I can spend much time dwelling on that fact, I hear another Pinkie step up behind me. I feel a hand strike down against my rear hard. I yelp, my butt starting to go red at the sudden impact of her hand. With that same hand, she grabs a handful of my ass, spreading the cheek a little bit to expose my crotch. I feel a cool breeze blow back there, making me quiver. That feeling doesn’t last long, however, as the rod pressing against my backdoor prevents any wind from blowing into the cavern between my cheeks.

I feel this new cock dive in; stretching out my anal ring as it drools precum inside me. A new pain is drilled into my head as I feel more of my rectum stretched out by marecock. I feel the phallic intruder go deeper and deeper into the tight space, the constant flow of pre slightly dampening the entry but doing little to ease the pain. She only just hilted herself inside, and it already feels like she’s let out enough pre to constitute an orgasm in itself. As her hips start rocking back and forth, I can tell her load will be much more massive than the already impressive load of the last one.

“Mmmhhff~ yes yes yeees! So good… warm… full… please mhh… more… moooOOre~” I hear my sister coo, pleasure clear in her voice.

Apple Bloom’s change of tone surprises me. Something’s up, and I don’t like it. I notice there’s a small gap in the pink herd, so I try to look over to her. What I find makes my eyes bulge. I can hardly believe the state she’s in. She’s standing against the wall with a Pinkie between her legs. She's completely nude like me, but that’s where our similarities end. She isn’t being held in place; there’s only one Pinkie touching her. Apple Bloom has bent herself over, and is pushing her rump into the thrusts of the Pinkie behind her, giving her a straight horizontal path to her womb. She’s blushing profusely, has a blissful, faraway look in her eyes, and is actually drooling!

Just as I look over to check on her, I see the Pinkie penetrating her behind speed up her thrusts to a blinding pace, then hilt herself fully inside. The way the Pinkie’s face is scrunched up with her eyes rolling back in her head signifies that she's now cumming inside of my little sister. I can only watch as the Pinkie is eagerly emptying her nuts into Apple Bloom's most private place. Apple Bloom lets out a hearty moan as more cum starts to travel down to the much larger puddle between her legs. Judging by her bulging stomach, this Pinkie likely isn’t the first one to fill her up. She might not even be the second or third one to get a turn inside my sister! As soon as she finishes and pulls out, another one immediately takes her place, quickly able to enter her and resume the same pace as the last! Apple Bloom just looks back and grins at her, seemingly overjoyed to have another Pinkie shove a cock into her! Has she completely lost her mind?!

I grit my teeth, feeling a vein throb on my forehead. I spent all this time today thinking she finally became a grown mare, but she proved herself to still be just a child. No, not a child. At least a child would have the decency to not get drunk with lust as soon as somepony lets themselves inside of her. My little sister is a slut! I’m embarrassed by this realization; I know our family raised her better than this!

My train of thought is broken again by a hard thrust from the Pinkie behind me. I feel her heavy nuts slap against my thighs as she continues to hollow me out with her cock. Even comparing them to the goody bags I’ve seen all of the other Pinkies sporting, this Pinkie behind me had all of them beat. This girl had herself a pair of plums between her legs, and they were slapping against my rear with enough force to likely leave a mark later.

I start to realize the lewd thoughts that have invaded my mind, and I try to shake them out. I’m not going to let them take my mind; I’m stronger than that! Apple Bloom was a lot more weak-willed than I might have anticipated, but they’re not going to take my head too! I just need to take my mind off of this, is all. I know the giant 20-inch log clogging my pipes is pretty hard to ignore, but nothing in this world is impossible. I just need to find something new to focus on.

I hear the crunching sound of a crisp apple behind me, making me freeze. I take a look to see that the pinkie pistoning into me has an apple in one hand, and one of my flanks in the other. Well, I did ask for something else to focus on...

“Wowie zowie, these things taste delicious!” The Pinkie says, mouth still full with the bite she just took.

“H-HEY! Put that apple down, young lady!” I yell in frustration.

“Nah, I don’t feel like it.” She says.

I look around to notice that she’s not the only Pinkie taking herself a share of the apple crop. I see empty bushels discarded all around the area as all the Pinkies got themselves a snack. Apple cores and precum make the ground a complete mess, and I can only look on in horror. A whole month’s worth of produce is going down the drain, and I can do nothing to stop it. I don’t know what is happening around me, but none of it feels real. Nothing this insane could possibly be real. Maybe if I close my eyes, I’ll be let out of this nightmare…

I shudder as a pleasurable sensation blossoms through my body.

I gasp, my eyes shooting open at that feeling that went through me. W-What was that!? I shiver as I feel it shoot through me again. I feel the thrusts of the cock inside me start to get shallow, thrusts becoming only a few inches in length, as she tries to keep as much of herself buried inside me as possible. I can tell she’s getting close to cumming, but that’s not what I’m worried about. I feel her medial ring scraping against a particularly sensitive spot on my insides, making my legs weak with every stroke. This occurrence is making a foreign pressure build up in my groin. I don’t know why, but something about this feels… good.

NO! I can’t let them get in my head like this! I can’t let them win! I try desperately to escape the situation I’m in, but there’s no way out. All I can hear is the sound of wet slapping flesh and the crisp crunching of apples. The feeling of her cock pumping through my delicate insides makes the pressure build faster. I start to realize what’s building up, which scares me more. They can’t make me cum. I’ve never even made myself cum. I need to take myself out of this scenario. I need to wake up from this dream. I have to do something.

I can’t...

Let them…

Make me…

...

CUM!

“AAAAAAAAH~” I let loose a ground-shaking moan as I feel the pressure in my loins pop. Marecum shoots out of my gaping pussy as my orgasm goes in full swing. For a moment, I lose all control of my muscles. My body is just riding the wave of pleasure it’s been given. There’s something so primal about this feeling, and part of me can’t get enough of it.

The orgasm of the Pinkie inside be only adds to the moment. Her load is just as ridiculously large as I had first assumed. Why, that cock was more full of juice than a hay sausage at a Germaneian grill-out! Every ounce of that juice flowed into my ass like a fire hose, pumping me up further. I felt her balls clench and throb against my slit as fluids of my own drenched her skin.

Eventually, both of us are able to come down from our highs. She pulls herself out of me, backing into the crowd around me. When no one comes to take her place immediately, I look back to see what’s holding them up, only to see them staring at me in amazement. The only noises being made are the illegible moans coming from my sister. They must have been really surprised by my orgasm.

“Wow. You’re quite the screamer, aren’t ya?” One of the Pinkies chuckles, breaking the silence. ”That hurt my ears a little bit, but I find myself wanting to hear you scream again.~”

That comment incites another cheer from the crowd as she walks up behind me. I find myself feeling weaker than ever, but I know that won’t stop the Pinkie from showing her full force. I feel her tip line itself up with my ass, and I’m slightly relieved by that fact. At least it felt a little better back there than in my cunt. The last thing I can think about before my mind gives in is how much easier it is for this Pinkie to hilt inside my ass.