The C̸̞̙̭̽̌̀̈́̽̕̕ȗ̵̧̨̢̻̩̞̘͙̉̋̊͂͘ŕ̷͖̦̍͝s̵̫̪̋̍͂̆̆͆̄é̶̡̧̺͖d̸͎͒̒̿̈̀ Apocalypse

Redh- I mean, no... Snowheart let me… uh … hum. Uh... wut … okay, so Snowheart let me have, uh, uhmmm... the- … the- the Ambedextrious? No wait, yeah, ambiwhatever, wait no not that, the... herb... for … uh … uhm … Jesus I’m high as uh fuck bro. What the hell was in that stuff? Maybe, I don’t know, like should start, uh, have started the chapter later? Author, please. What?

I set my head back against the tree, dazed and confused.

Lord have mercy.

I chuckled. Like, aren’t … ain’t … you … you what, uhm, you the lord?

I heard the Author visibly, no … aubidally, no … audibly sigh, I think. I don’t know. Everything's swirling. I could really use a swirly ice cream cone right about now.

Get on with it!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ok.

“You good, hun?” Snow asked.

She glanced back at me, observing my good eye. She was swirling too. Hahahaha. She looked pretty.

“I … yeah, good. I’m yeah.”

She shook her head.

“I knew I shouldn’t have given you that much. What was I thinking? The Ambevexion hasn’t even settled yet,” she stated, rubbing her forehead. “Gah- whatever. Why don’t you get some rest, hun? You’ll feel better in the morning.”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ok.”

Snow helped me to a stand, also helping pick me back up after I tripped and fell 2 times on the way to the tents. The others had set up a few tents and sleeping bags when Snow was working on my arm. Twi mentioned that I was to share a tent with Miss Applejack. Snow helped me stumble to the tent’s opening, which AJ had closed.

“I … I got it.”

I slowly dropped to my knees, raising my quaky hands to unzip it.

“You sure, hun?”

“Yeah yeah, thanks.”

Snow left my side to go to her own tent as I felt the zipper with my hand. I didn’t want to wake up AJ, so I slowly started unzipping the front.

Ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-

“D’mitry.”

AJ sounded annoyed inside the tent.

“Just open the daggone flap and come inside.”

Ziiip.

It was dark, but I could still vaguely see inside the tent. I crawled my way inside, but I collapsed before my other leg made it in. Its weight caused the tent to slightly shift as the opening slowly dipped down.

“D’mitry, get your butt inside before I whip it.”

I shuffled uncomfortably for a few seconds before my leg fell in. I could feel part of my sleeping bag underneath me, but I was far too lazy to move up and lay on it properly. I squinted my eyes when AJ turned on a flashlight and pointed it at me.

“Sugarcube.”

Uh oh. I turned my head to hide my likely-to-be red eye.

“Mmmmmm what?” I asked, my mouth pushed up against the sleeping bag.

“You did not get high just now, did you?”

“Mmmmmmmmm... no?”

“Then let me see your eye again.”

“Mmmmmmmmm... no.”

“Now,” she growled.

Awe shit.

I slowly turned my head, squinting my eye at her bright flashlight. She gazed on for a few seconds before sighing.

“Dang it, D’mitry. What’d I tell ya about messin’ with that crap?”

“I know, I know. I just wanted to get a little high, you know?”

“No. No, I don’t. Some of us choose to stay sober in this crazy world.”

“Hummmmmmmm.”

“Who gave it to you?” she asked.

“Meeeeeeeeeeee, hahaha.”

Despite the tent swirling, I could see her fiddle through the saddlebag laying next to her. She pulled out her trusty ‘ol whip.

“No no no! Wait!”

“Who gave it to you?” she repeated.

I huffed, slowly sitting up on my knees. I took a second to glance at her bandaged up leg before smiling.

“Ha! You finally lose, Miss Applejack.”

She squinted her eyes in confusion. “Pardon me?”

“I don’t neeeeeed to take this CccrRAaaP! Sayonara, cripple!”

I quickly dove for the tent’s flap in an attempt to jump out, but my head didn’t quite make it far enough, and I somersaulted my body against the front of the tent. The tent shifted slightly under my weight. AJ wasted no more time and swung her whip.

CRACK!

The whip smacked my back, but I think my highness was working to my advantage. It felt almost tingly more than anything. It still hurt though, so I quickly uprighted myself and dove out of the tent, unintentionally rolling out in front of it. I clumsily came to a stand and wobbled my way into a jog. I could hear her fumbling out of the tent as well, which caused me to pick up my pace.

Dash was the one on guard duty, and I heard her and AJ briefly call to each other before I took off. My leg still hurt like a bitch, but I didn't want to admit that I was a cripple too. For the next few minutes, I limped through the woods. For some reason, Martin Luther King Jr’s ‘free at last’ speech repeated itself in my head.

“WoOOOoooOoOOOOO!” I cried out, “I’m free! Choo choo! Underground railroad baby!”

You fucking moron.

The trees eventually came to an end, leading to a field of grass. The plains. Ahhhhh. They were beautiful. Especially with my buzzing high. Its beauty took me by surprise, and I stopped in the field, promptly forgetting why I was running in the first place. I took a deep breath in, enjoying this monumental new peace.

Happiness flowed through my body in waves. Or... maybe that was the marijuana. Yeah... probably the marijuana. It felt nice, especially in this weather. I felt so good that I started doing a little dance. It wasn't good. It was kinda like that one dance that every toddler seems to do, where they bounce up and down. I don't know what prompted me to dance like this, but I danced.

Only a minute later, my dance was interrupted when I heard something step on some leaves behind. This startled me a bit, so I stopped dancing and flung my head around to see AJ slowly limp out of the tree line behind me, her whip still grasped in her injured foreleg. Ah, right. That's why I was running.

She glared at me with them sparkly green eyes of hers.

“D’mitry. What in tarnation do you think yer doin’?”

“I. am. a dancing queen. Go away.”

I resumed my dance until she threw out the whip. I raised my hands to shield myself.

CRACK!

The whip struck my good arm, thankfully, but now it wasn’t so good. This made me mad.

“Miss Applejack. Just leave me alone! Let me enjoy my high, bitch.”

“Excuse me? Who do you think yer talkin’ to?!”

CRACK!

The whip struck my side this time, causing a burst of pain to travel through my abs. This made me madder.

“Fuck you, Applejack!” I cried, “I helped Snow save you! I deserve to enjoy this high!!”

“You don’t deserve to forget yer manners!”

CRA-

This time, I shot out my hand, somehow catching the end of the whip in it. My hand exploded with pain, but once I realized I had it, I squeezed as tight as I could. She attempted pulling it back, but I held on.

“D’mitry!”

“Yeah, bitch! How you like them apples?!”

She tugged on it again. However, I was enraged, and she was still holding it in her injured foreleg. With one strong tug, I ripped it from her. This caused her to tumble forwards. I reeled the whip’s handle toward me as she struggled to stand back up. Once I had control of it, my heartbeat accelerated. I’d never done anything this stupid before, and it was honestly thrilling as fuck. I smiled wickedly, gazing up to see her slowly come to a stand, a look of shock painted on her face.

“S- su- sugarcube, please…”

I stepped forward, the whip’s handle dancing around my side as if I was holding a sparkler. AJ backed up slowly, trying not to fall due to her injured leg.

“Oh how the tables turn, Miss Applejack!”

“N- no!”

She backed herself against a tree, and I closed the gap. I stopped feet away, standing over her menacingly.

“What is it? Are you scared? Doesn’t feel too good, huh?!” I mocked, continuing to make the whip dance below me.

“D'mitry, please. Stop. You're only makin' matters worse for yerself!"

"Oh yeah? What are you gonna do, whip me??"

I flung my arm out and whipped a nearby tree hard, causing her to flinch. Damn... this whip is sick!

"Sugarcube, please! I'm sorry!"

“Yeah, you’re sorry? For all the times you’ve whipped me, huh? I bet you are now! How would YOU like it, huh? How would YOU like it if I whipped you... over… and over again? How would YOU like it if I told you to get on your... um... knees? I guess... and whipped you over and over? Huh?”

AJ shook, glancing between the whip in my hands and me. I continued.

"How bout I paint a pretty picture for you, Miss Applejack? You remember the day you whipped me for grabbing that pegasi's neck way back? That wonderful day. I get that I needed to be punished, but holy cow. You whipped me so hard my back BLED! Remember??"

She eyed me nervously.

"Sugarcube, I'm sorry. I know... I went overboar-"

"Oh yeah you did! Not only did you go overboard, but you remember what y'all did right? Y'all didn't waste a SECOND in hauling my ass off to Canterlot on that stupid, last minute train ride. Y'all were EAGER to let Celestia punish me. You know what she did, right? I mean, it should be obvious."

"I... I know. But weren't you used to her spankings by then?"

I growled. "It wasn't a NORMAL spanking! She BEAT MY ASS! I couldn't even feel my ass for an HOUR! The royal guards had to drag my sorry ass to the dungeon themselves! And of course, they kept me there for three fucking days. I think I damn near killed myself inside that torture chamber. Y'all know my ADHD can't handle that kinda shit. I wanted to claw my fucking eyes out in there. And the whole time I had to SUFFER from back pain AND stinging asscheeks! That was fucking great! How would YOU like that, bitch?!"

I was growing angry remembering that terrible day. She gazed up at me in a fearful new silence. I continued.

“Well?! Nothin' to say, huh?! How would YOU like that?! How would YOU like it if I bent you over, spanked you, whipped you, and told you just how bad you are, all at once?! Huh?!”

Her back still pressed up against the tree, she gulped out of fear. That’s when I noticed her cheeks were starting to blush. I was so thrown off by it that I stopped my rant and backed up a step.

“Wait wait wait wait... wait a minute… no…”

She glanced up at me, realizing what I saw and tipping her hat to hide her face.

“Bruh, there’s no way. Are you for real?”

She sat in silence for a moment before muttering to herself, “goddamn element of honesty bullshit. son of a bitch.”

“What?”

She raised her hat and eyed me, her cheeks burning even brighter. “Yes, D’mitry. I would like that, as a matter of fact. You discovered my daggone fantasy. You happy now, asshat?”

“Oh woooooooooooow,” I replied, having to hold back a chuckle, “You freaky mare.”

“Shut the hell up! You won't tell anypony about this, you hear me?"

“Oh, I won’t.”

“You better not, you fuckin’ assho-“

Crack.

I whipped her softly in the side, startling her. Her eyes widened a bit as she sat in silence for a second.

...

"Sugarcube... let's... let's just head on back now, o-"

Crack!

I whipped her a bit harder. She grunted out, and I swear I heard a little bit of moan mixed in there. I froze up for a second, still struggling to understand this new discovery.

"No. Not yet."

"mm... okay..."

I stepped within a foot from her, reaching out and grabbing her neck to confirm the rumors. She didn't even fight back, like she usually did. Sheesh. I guess she wasn't kidding.

"You serious, AJ? This doesn't bother you at all??"

She nervously chuckled, her freckled cheeks burning damn near as red as the apples we used to pick together.

"N... no, sugarcube..."

I smiled. "Ironic. Guess you won't punish me for putting my hands on your neck then, huh?"

She lightly chuckled again. "I reckon not..."

I let go of her neck and used a finger to tilt her chin back to face me more directly.

"So... you really are into this?"

"Yes, sugarcube."

"Okay... just making sure. In that case, Miss Applejack. I guess... for right now..." I said, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "...you're my little pony."

Ooooooooookay I think we're done here.

**@(((𐐒**@@)(@@#()!@*(&*($!@&*($&!@*($!@&*($!@$&!@*()$&*@!^&*($!@$&!$!@@#()!@*(&*($!@&*($&!@*($!@&*($!@$&!@*()$&*@!^$&*!@*$@&!*($&!@*(&$*(@($!@@#()!@*(&*($!@&*($&!@*($!@&*($!@$&!@*()$&*@!^$&*!@*$@&@*()$&*@!^$&*!@*$@&!*($&!@*(&$*(@($!@@#()!@*(&*($!@&*($&!@*($!@&*($!@$&!@*$@&!*($&!@*(&$*(@($!@@#()!@*(@($!@@#()!@*(&*($!@&*($&!@*($!@&*($!@$&!@*()$&*@!^$&*!@*$@&!*($&!@*(&$*(@($!@@#()!F@*(&*($!@&*($&!@(̶̍̑͜$̴̧̰̌!̴͚̠́@̶͍͝$̷̦͈̓̈́&̷̞̋!̷̙́@̶̗̇͘*̵̗̃(̶̮͐)̸̙̂͒$̸̡͋͊&̶̡͍̒*̶̉̕ͅ@̶̡͈͑!̸͖̐͆^̴̛̳͉̾$̷̨̅&̴́ͅ*̴̞͖̋̈́!̴̡̹̎͗@̷̜̑*̷̫͍̋̎$̸͖̾͘@̶͍̤̀&̸̡̛͖̈́!̸͓̔̈*̷͍̫́̓(̵͓̘̓͠$̴̛̮&̷̣̀!̶͓̓̅@̶͕̑̊*̴̭͊̊(̷͉͇̽̆&̴̞̅$̴̡͙̅*̷̯͍̑͑(̷̩̏@̸̗͐̈́(̶͎̰̓$̵̮̯̈́͑!̸̮͛̓@̸̨̒̀@̴̘͑̀#̵̜̉̾͜(̶̯͓̂)̴̺̾!̸̝̃̑@̶̫̭̌̚*̵̡̇͝(̸̮̫͘&̷̢̬̈́*̵̩̈́̀(̴̡̺̀$̵͍̓!̵̪̂͑@̴̮͊&̶̢̬̈́*̵͕͑̑(̶̰̪͆$̸̢̰͑&̵̫̘͒!̵̬̉̍@̵͍͋*̷̭̲͝(̶͎̀$̸̛͇̟̓!̷̳͍̋̒@̷͉͛͌&̷̡̰̾*̴̧̣͌̄(̷̣̑$̶̟͋͒!̴̠̗̑@̸̥̈́͝$̵͜͠&̴̭̔!̸̜̯̍@̷̧̂͋*̷̮̚ͅ(̴͔̄)̷͓͆͝$̷̣͗&̷̠͆*̵̰͉̊̐@̴̫̲́!̸̖͈͗@$&!@*()$&*@!^$&*!@*$@̴̳̲̀&̴̣̙͊͆(̸̫͚̂)̵͉̀̚$̶̡̅͗&̵͎̋*̶̝̈́̋@̷̖͠!̸̳͚̎^̶̜͙̅͝$̴̝̿&̴͍͊̃*̶̬̯̒!̶̯̑́@̷͇̅*̸͚͒͜$̵̭̣̔@̴͙̩͝&̵̬̤͌̀!̵̱͋̚*̴̡̏(̷̳̿̈́$̵̥͙͒&̴̲̺̈́̋!̶͍͚̽@̷̖͐͝*̶̜̱̇̃(̷͉͛&̴̹̀͛ͅ$̶̠͆̀*̶͎̖́(̶̨́@̴̫̿(̴̙̘́̂$̵̭̒!̷̨̗̿̓@̵̯̤̔̿@̴̭͑̃#̴͓͋(̴̲͈̍̂)̶̥͉͂͘!̴̗̉̉@̸̫̰͂*̵̞͉͂̇(̷̖͗̔@̸̙̪̍̀(̵̲̬̎́$̵̬̙̐!̴̢͋@̶̻̐@̶̜͗̂#()!@*(&*(-.-.-.----||—|||

“Mmm yeah… that’s it Miss Applejack,” I said, leaning my head back as she sucked me off.

Whooooooooa, damn it!

&̵̰̓̎̀*̷̛̲̚!̸͉͋͌͝@̶̗̮̲͆*̴̛̩͇̈$̴̨̥̀̿̒@̶̯̈́̊͊&̴̬͛͋@̵̫̪͂*̶̪͙̅̍(̷̟̄͝)̸̢̗̦̋$̴̨̨̼̈&̶̥͑́͋*̶̟̣̥̈́@̵̰͊̏!̷̮̇̑^̷̭̗̘̒͐̎$̷̖̩̇́&̴̭̓*̴̧̼̀̀̌͜!̵͔̭̦̾@̸̪̣̬͌͠*̴̨͇͑̚$̵̧̪̿̈́̍@̷̜̳̈́̾&̷̼̙̽̃ͅ!̴̦̥̊̌̌ͅ*̴̨̻̊(̷̯̮͚͗͌͝$̵̠̅͠&̷͒͋͆ͅ!̵̩̼̒@̶͓̌*̵̯̈́̔(̷̤͎́&̵̙͑̓͒$̴̭̉*̷̢̛̚(̴͚́̏@̷̦̫͉͌(̶̞͋̈́͂$̴̘̼́!̵̻̈́@̷̬̈́@̷̡͗́͋#̴̲̰͊̏̐(̷̨͙͍̾͛͘)̸̞͎̗͘!̷̝̯̣́́@̶̨̻̟͊͑͠*̶̝̬̦̿(̴̺̙̇̓&̶̩̗̙̇*̵̩́̂̔(̷̗̤̙̎$̷̺̰̈́̈́!̸̨͔͒̑@̸̛̬̬̱&̴̤̲̌͋͠*̶̥̈̿̚(̶̲͌͆͝$̶̮̺̐̓&̴̞̋̀!̸̙́̀͝@̶͓̇̐̏*̸̢͎͖̉́(̵̯͔̳̉$̶̧̣̗́!̷̟̔̏@̸͊̅͜&̴̦̽*̵̪͛̃͝(̶̩͋̉$̶̻̼̘͑!̵̼̠̟̆͘@̶͓͖͍̋̌̓$̶̫̬͐&̷̨͍͛̅͐!̶̯̣͕͂́͝@̴̝̊͘͝*̷̥̯̑̍̽$̷̥̠͉͐̔@̴͔̃́͆&̶̪̖̲̆̕͠!̴͍͈̩̈*̶͚̦̍(̷̦̬͉̇̆$̷̞̰̪̄͝͠&̸̬̬̂!̷̘͈̝͛̎̓@̶̞̳̓̅͐ͅ*̶̘̓̾͜(̶̲̽͜͝&̷̲̟̬͛$̵̤̃*̷̺̓ͅ(̴̼̲͓̽@̸̯̦̾̓͝(̸̖̙͕͑$̷̻̈́!̸̯͎̾$̴̧̰̌!̴͚̠́@̶͍͝$̷̦͈̓̈́&̷̞̋!̷̙́@̶̗̇͘*̵̗̃(̶̮͐)̸̙̂͒$̸̡͋͊&̶̡͍̒*̶̉̕ͅ@̶̡͈͑!̸͖̐͆^̴̛̳͉̾$̷̨̅&̴́ͅ*̴̞͖̋̈́!̴̡̹̎͗@̷̜̑*̷̫͍̋̎$̸͖̾͘@̶͍̤̀&̸̡̛͖̈́!̸͓̔̈*̷͍̫́̓(̵͓̘̓͠$̴̛̮&̷̣̀!̶͓̓̅@̶͕̑̊*̴̭͊̊(̷͉͇̽̆&̴̞̅$̴̡͙̅*̷̯͍̑͑(̷̩̏@̸̗͐̈́(̶͎̰̓$̵̮̯̈́͑!̸̮͛̓@̸̨̒̀@̴̘͑̀#̵̜̉̾͜(̶̯͓̂)̴̺̾!̸̝̃̑@̶̫̭̌̚*̵̡̇͝(̸̮̫͘&̷̢̬̈́*̵̩̈́̀(̴̡̺̀$̵͍̓!̵̪̂͑@̴̮͊&̶̢̬̈́*̵͕͑̑(̶̰̪͆$̸̢̰͑&̵̫̘͒!̵̬̉̍@̵͍͋*̷̭̲͝(̶͎̀$̸̛͇̟̓!̷̳͍̋̒@̷͉͛͌&̷̡̰̾*̴̧̣͌̄(̷̣̑$̶̟͋͒!̴̠̗̑@̸̥̈́͝$̵͜͠&̴̭̔!̸̜̯̍@̷̧̂͋*̷̮̚ͅ(̴͔̄)̷͓͆͝$̷̣͗&̷̠͆*̵̰͉̊̐@̴̫̲́!̸̖͈͗@$&̴̽̍ͅ!̶̝̽@̷̧̤͐*̶̣́̃(̴̗̄̉ͅ)̴̬̲͒$̵̡̏&̸̖͠*̵̧̓@̷̏ͅ!̷̙͛͜^̴̼̆̒$̷̭͍̋͘&*!@*$@̴̳̲̀&̴̣̙͊͆(̸̫͚̂)̵͉̀̚$̶̡̅͗&̵͎̋*̶̝̈́̋@̷̖͠!̸̳͚̎^̶̜͙̅͝$̴̝̿&̴͍͊̃*̶̬̯̒!̶̯̑́@̷͇̅*̸͚͒͜$̵̭̣̔@̴͙̩͝&̵̬̤͌̀!̵̱͋̚*̴̡̏(̷̳̿̈́$̵̥͙͒&̴̲̺̈́̋!̶͍͚̽@̷̖͐͝*̶̜̱̇̃(̷͉͛&̴̹̀͛ͅ$̶̠͆̀*̶͎̖́(̶̨́@̴̫̿(̴̙̘́̂$̵̭̒!̷̨̗̿̓@̵̯̤̔̿@̴̭͑̃#̴͓͋(̴̲͈̍̂)̶̥͉͂͘!̴̗̉̉@̸̫̰͂*̵̞͉͂̇(̷̖͗̔@̸̙̪̍̀(̵̲̬̎́$̵̬̙̐!̴̢͋@̶̻̐@̶̜͗̂#()!@*(&*(--||..|—|||

Time shifted. Not by much this time… it was almost as if our brains shorted out for a quick second. AJ paused, my dick still lodged halfway down her throat.

NO!

$̶͕̳̼͕̽̇̔̚!̵̬̜͑͋̅͝@̶̧̗̄͗͘$̶̬̙̄&̷̛̠͖̗̙̽!̷͔͑̐@̷̛͓*̵̙͗̀͝(̴̡̉̕)̷͙̫̟̑$̸̨̝̎̽̃̐&̶̨̨̘̱̀̉*̴̢͇͈̈́̃̏̕@̷̮̦͑̇!̶͕̋̍̕͠^̸̂́̓̽͜$̵͓͊&̴̛̟̕͝*̷͚̂̒̂̏!̵̪̲̱̘̈́̾̀@̶͚͌̈́͆͐ͅ*̴̥͚͈͛$̵̪͎͎̾̐@̷̰̗̍͛͜&̸̞̞̹̏͋̍̔!̶̢̗̼͊͆*̸͉̻̄̎(̶̡͈̠̔͛͋͠$̷̭̓͂͌&̶̛̠́̆͜!̴̢̲̐̆̀@̵̼̞̈́*̷̫͑̋̉(̵͙̾&̴̤̠̱̦́$̴̘̐͂͆̚*̸̢̢͚̖̎͑͐͝(̵͔̹̹̝͂́̊̿@̴̧̧̯̩͋̇́̂(̷̠̦̙̽͑̂̔$̴̯̙͉̪͒̚̚͝!̴̝̯̺͐́̽̔@̷̼̜̺̋ͅ@̶͕̪̦̏͑̿̈*̷̨̲̇͒̇͗͜(̸͙͉̈&̶̣͌̍*̸̦̈̀̈͠(̶͉̩͆$̸̙̇̌̈!̶͕͒@̴̠̂͊͊̕&̵̛̜͔̼̖͋̾̂*̸̬͗̎͘(̷̹̇̂$̸̬̹̭͕̐͘&̶̦͔͚̇!̴̥́͠@̸̬̽*̴͉̈́̾̕(̸̫̯̳̞͒͝$̷̭̩͋͌!̷̗̱̊̐@̸͙̰̝̏͒̾ͅ&̸̥̱͔͌*̶͉̆̏(̸̞̖̼̆̅$̵̣̘̉́̀͠!̵̧̬͍͍̀̀@̸͉̭̹͂̓̅̔$̷̙͂&̷̙̩̗̔̔́̕!̷̻͈̹̣̈́̔@̷͕̿̇͝͝*̵̘̲͆(̴͉̣̫̩̓͋̈)̸̨̱̭̺̀$̷̨̹́ͅ&̸̗̌*̴̥̈́̅̈́͂@̵̢͕͚͗̄͝!̷̹̯̠̄̏́́@̶̼͍͍̽$̸̜͇̌̕͠&̸̺̒͌̄!̸̪̔̒@̴̧͖̹̉̊*̸̻̲̠̾̓(̵̺̜͔̌ͅ)̵͈͑͗͠$̵̰͕̇̃͆&̴̲̳̫̝̅*̸̓ͅ@̷͖̼͙́͜!̵̱̩̺̿̍̓̇^̶͉͎́$̵̗͂́̕&̵̬̰̲̈́̓͐̑*̶̘̂̍̎̈́!̶̳̟̰͂̿@̶̨̧̛͙̇͐͆*̶̼͍̿$̶̳̖̋̒͌̔@̸͎͚̼̀͊̽̈́&̵̺̃(̸̡̙̀̓͝͠)̸̨̫͈̩̾͊̈́̏$̷̧̜̼̪̇͒́̌&̴͚͎̇̆͌̏*̶̜̰̥̮͑͑̈@̶̮̼̎!̴̧̦͔̅̕͝^̸͈̠͘$̶̙͆̽̊͘&̶̯̱̅̈́͆͑*̸̘̔̓̕!̶̡̮͉̦̀@̶̢͎́́͋*̸̣̓̈́̌͝$̸̙̽@̶̙̞́̚͝&̴̖̥͝!̷͍͒̔͑̕*̶̢͙̬̏̇̓(̴̲̈́̔̕$̸̙̲̦̆̍͛̚&̶̢͇̮̳̽!̷̡̡͚̟̀@̸̡̼͔͎̽͌̒*̷̩̼̦̋̾(̶̞̻̙͋͝ͅ&̸̡̡͓͓̃͆̃$̷̨̞̠̬̉*̸̛̻(̵̤͎̞̆̈́̄@̸̙̬̏̒(̵̡̉̃$̷̩̮͆̋̃!̷̘͙̑͐̔̄@̷̹̤̦̻̄̑̾̀@̴̖̞̮̣͗̊͝#̸̮̗̈́̊͐͌(̷̗̲̈̀̏̋ͅ)̷͇̊!̵͕̍@̷̡͇̗̍͒̾̚*̵͕̩̹̻̽̄̈(̵͖͇͔̌͑@̴̝̹̪̖̿̈́͘(̶̮̬̾$̸̪̣̍͝!̸̞͛̑͘@̴̙̗̩̀̀͆@̶̧̰͈̋̋͗̃#̸̖̠̙͍̔̚(̷̰͍̝̇͝)̵͉̘̤͋̔̋͆!̶̲̣̽͐̈̚@̵̹́͌*̷̞̖̝͊̆̐(̵͕̤̼̍&̵̨̟̼̩̄̈́̏̕*̵̡͐(̶͇̒-̸͔̹͕̿̓̾.̴͖͈͝-̸͍̯̻̑̇̈.̴̝̇͗ͅ-̵͓̭͂-̸͇̈́|̸̡͔̝͚͗̓̐|̵̱͐.̶͙͎̽́̍̅.̵̧̥͕͐̇͘—|||

Time shifted slightly again.

Author, what the fuck are you doing?

I checked my surroundings as AJ popped my dick out of her mouth and leaned her head back against the tree. She and I exchanged a confused glance with one another.

No, this can’t be happening. Not now. Not now…

What can’t be happ

$̵̡̣̜̬́̂!̶̣̖̅̊̃͝@̶̨̜͊́̈́$̷̙͍̲̿&̴̫̮͙͚̏̍́̚!̷̻̔@̵͖͍̱̀͜*̶̻͖̪̄͊͜(̸̦̽̕)̷͖̓͝$̷̰̼̐&̶̡̓͂̕*̶̖͗̓͜@̵̼̪̭̓!̶͍̺͂̓̀̈^̵̢̥̟̦̿́$̶̧͕̊̀̔&̴̫̦͝͠*̴͍̣̑́̾!̷̲̐ͅ@̴̨͈̼̐*̴̠̪̅͆̈́$̷̢͉̔̒͘@̵̭̀͐͝&̶̼̤̓ͅ!̴͓̱̤͕̈̕̚*̵̭̻̇̑(̶͔͆̕͠$̶̢̬̣̫̓̿̈́͆&̸͖̍͋͝!̸͍͐̏̌@̵̣̏́*̷̜͓͙̠͒̅̓(̴̗̗͕̇͠&̵̡̻͈̖͑̚$̸̹̬̻͋́͠@̷̛͖̉͂̑@̵̳̑̕#̵̪̊(̷̛͉́́͜)̶̨̻̰̈́!̴̧͖̮͉̆@̷͍͛͛̽*̸̟̲̏(̶͔͒̃̓&̸͈̭̥́̉͜*̴̙̰̩̊̿(̵̠̳̤͗̾͒͝$̸̦͆̈́̚̚ͅ!̸̤͎̼̉̄̉̃@̸͇̼͇̔̇̄̓ͅ&̴͖̰̔*̶̢̢̳̚͝(̶̧̼͔̥̊͝$̷͙̝̝̯̉̂̍&̷̪̌̀̈́͛!̴̡͕̗̟͛̅̏@̵̥͈͒͐̀*̵̫̲͋̆(̴̩̟̫̇̅̕$̵̹̞̗͂̋͗̈́!̷̧̇̋͊̆@̴̡̟̱͖̀͒&̸̢̰̥͓̾͒̉*̶̼̤͊̕̚(̵̦̪͍͂͋$̸̢͓̯̔!̸̞̓̾@̶̗̩̙̣̃̍$̴̲͔̋̿̉̾&̶̢̭̇̓̈̂ͅ!̶͍͉͉͉̓̎͗@̸̧̛̮͚̎̋*̷̳̣̜̞̈́̔̈͒(̸̟͂̑)̸͇̠̬͛̐̌͜$̴̬̎̕͠͝&̴̹̌*̸̪̭̬̇̀͂̈́@̵̡̺̯̿̓̈́!̶̥̻͗@̵̯̖͗̈́$̶̰̺̙̈́͗̔̇&̴̥̱̥͇̀̌!̸̢̮̘̐̿@̶̢̑́̇͝*̶̙̀͆̔(̵̹͎̗̂͜)̷̬̽̍̽$̷͖̖̉ͅ&̷̤̭̰͖̓͌̄*̴̜͙̍@̷͎̇͜͜!̸̣͌^̴̮̝̳̈́̐$̶̨̡̧̩́̌͆̈́&̶̨̖̺̞̀̆́*̴͌̾*̴͇̫́́$̵̰̰̊̔͊@̶̻̹͔̯̏̇̌̕&̶̘̊(̸͕͌̎̉́)̶̬̱̪͖̍͛͛̃$̴̧̱͙̿̓&̸̨̛̺͛*̵͚̽̂@̵̻͙̍̄̕!̵̩͉̍̓^̷̜͛̒͐̕$̴̓̾͊̀͜&̸̲́͘*̴͍̹̜̇́ͅ!̴̮̝͗̒͘@̷̠̺̮͚͑̽͊́*̵͙̳̏̎$̶̹̰̅͝@̵̠̳̳͒̊͐&̷͕̑͑͒!̸͉̮̼̌̓̚͜@̵̜̐̈͠*̶̝͕̕(̴͔̌&̷̖̘̰͝$̴̳̣͙̦͆́̒͠*̶̡͍̻̈́́͆(̸̲̳͈̈́̏̔͂@̵͓̺̝̍͒͆͝(̴̞̙̝͊$̷̧̐̓͝!̸̢̫̹̞͂̀͗@̴̹͓́@̶̃̚͜#̸̝̩̲́̔͒̀(̵̭̌)̶̯̰̖̌̏̀!̶̱͕̾̈́̄@̴͉́*̴̨͖͖̓̕(̸̲̆̔̋@̶̹͕̀̑͜(̵̦̳̥̿$̴̪̙͔͛̚ͅ!̴̲̠̐̓̎͛@̵̝̭̞̐̍@̸̙̐͌#̴͖͔͉̞̈̚(̴͙̄̔͝)̸̗̯̹̋!̷̡̛̯͊̋̅@̷̰͍̿͝*̸̲̟̀(̸̨̤̝̞͗͂&̵̩̙̀*̸̬̉͂͋͊(̷̹̄́̑-̵͖̮͕̱͒.̵̙͚̩͕͊͌͂̅-̴̦́.̶̭̯̼̄̿͐-̵̳̖̆-̶̛̹̾|̶̮̬̣͗̔͛|̴͚̇͗.̵̝̝͓̾̀͂͠.̸̮̙̞͑—|||

Author, knock it off! You’re making me nauseous!

Shut up, D’mitry. Just hang on. One more try.

$̷͓̬͑͘̚͘͝!̴̡̺̪͈̄̌͋@̷̼͎̰̀$̶͖̭͚̻̔̇͆̊͗&̷̭̈̈́̕!̶̧̹̳̝̖͆̐@̶̡̭̬͊̈́͋́͘*̶̼͇̌̿(̷̟̗̠͑̆̈͊)̷̰̝̹̂͑͜͝$̷̻͉̭̀͌͊̆&̶̢̛̗̫͙̔͒̈́*̴͚̻̝̣͆̾͋@̸̫̩͙͚͗!̴̺̏̋͛̈́!̷̪̱̮̄̄̅͜͠@̸̡̤̙͍̆̚͝*̴̳͚̮̬̇͂̑́(̵̱̠́̓̐́̅&̵̟̝̥̀̋̾͝*̴̰̜̱̊(̸̡̬͔̪̣̋̃̚͝͝$̴̢̡̥̙̠̒̾͌̈́!̵̲̀̽@̸̳̳̜͑̏͛́&̴̗̩̙̱̏̔*̸͉̾̅́̏͋(̴̡͖̒͗͐̈́͜$̷̛̣̣͚̓̈͠&̵̛̮͙͔͠!̵̙̙͑̔͝@̴̬̭̰̳̂̂̈́͘*̶̲̂̑́̄̍ͅ(̶̯̱̤͕͊̎̀$̶͎̗̱̑̊̽̅̄!̶̻͇̲͎̀̀̈͂@̶͎͇͕̊&̶̛͖́́̈́*̸̦̩̰̪͚̓̍́(̶̨̢̻̱͒͒̈́ͅ$̵͉̣͇̹̯̓͂̓̿̚!̴̢͍̬͚͓̀̔̃͛@̶̗͠$̸̮̙̜̭̊&̸̳̩͕̭̌̾͆́̈́!̵̡̱̤̰̑͜@̸͕͖̓́̅̐*̶͓̯̐̎(̷̹̒̉͘)̷͖̻͍̬̂̃͋$̷̟̫̿̌̈̑̎&̶̧̱̤̹̗̋͝͝*̵̫̦̬̗̹̏̓̀̎@̴̛͇̱̤̈́̅͠!̷͙̙̂̈́@̵̧̠̲͎͖̇̂̎$̴͖̰͉̐̓͝&̷̳͓͉̜̿̕!̶̤̳̂͐̓̓̚ͅ@̸̬̉̏̋̀̉*̷̡͈̈̉̍(̵͎̖͎̖͖̍̉̓)̸̙̹̌̓$̵̧̭̫̾͛̎͋̚&̸̨̤͔̿͛*̴̢̉@̷̮̮̩̳̚͜!̵̙̱͖̉^̶̜̫̤̤͎́̌̆̾$̷̖̯͌͘͝&̵̳̼̦͕͐̇̚*̴̠̗̣̓́*̴̛̺̪̹͆̈́͒̕$̸̗͇͇̫͉͛̇̍@̷̨̗̄̐́̅͠&̸̣̯̄(̸̻̩͚͇̈́̉)̴̦̣͙̈́̌͊$̸̪͋&̴̛̝̞͍̺̮̀͗̂̆*̴̦̿͑ͅ@̷͓̅̂͠ͅ!̶̖͎͌̎^̶̡̜͍̠͓̿̀͋̕̚$̸͖̯͚̭͆͊&̵̨̲͍̑̎̉̌͜ͅ*̵͙͓̹́ͅ!̵̧͎͕̑̈́͆͘ͅ@̵̞͂*̸̛̭̩̦̝̣͗̇̽͒$̴͎̭̦̂͗̉̚@̸͙̬̝͔͎̊͛̉&̴͔͎͓͚́̿́!̷̞̝̻́̈́@̵̺̅̇̒*̷̖̱̻̝̓́͝(̷͈̫̺͍͎̒&̵̧̦̞̀͋ͅ$̵͕̿͛͛̌̈́*̷̰͎̝̣̱̔́̒́͂(̶̺̹̓̐̋̑ͅ@̴̧͔̝̝͌̒̏̕̕(̴͙̦̙͆$̵̘͋̔̉̋̇!̸̞̬̝̂̓@̵͕̲̥͉̉́̓̓@̶̫͌#̵̛͉̺̠͋͠(̶͇̤͖̈)̵̧́̽!̸̨̓̿͌@̷̣̓̍̓̃̾*̷̯͕̳̼̟̾̔̈́̈́(̴̬͚͗͘ͅͅ@̶̺͉́̋ͅ(̷͖́$̵̮̤̫̐̏̌̆!̶͉͙̓̈́͌@̶̮̈̏̚@̶̞͖̖́̉͜#̴̤͋̄͝(̶̬͊̀)̴̆̌ͅͅ!̵̣̖̞̊͒͘@̴͎͎̄̔̑*̸͎͒͑̑̚(̴̗͔̋&̷͇̊̀͒̊̊*̵̣͎̌(̸̰̻͚̃͊ͅ-̷̖̀.̷̝̎̅̾͗-̶̨̢͓̋̐͠.̵̱̘͍̆́̏͋-̸͎̏̋̓-̸̭̀̍͌̿̕|̴̨̘̭̍̾̅̿|̴̩̘̩̻̰͗̎͛̂.̷͈̎̅.̸͂̈́͜—|||

I held my stomach, feeling vomit start to creep up my esophagus.

Author! Fucking stop!

Son of a BITCH

AJ shook her head, still leaning against the tree.

“What in tarnation is the Author doin’?”

“Hell if I know. He better damn stop it, though. I’m bout to fucking vomit.”

“Easy there, sugarcube. Just don’t do it on me. I only want one liquid outta ya,” she said, eying my dick. As she closed her eyes and moved her snout forward again, the author rudely interrupted.

Stop. Just hold on a second.

I huffed. “Author, please. I don’t know what you’re doing, but we’re almost done.”

Shit fuck. Just a damn MINUTE, ya horny bastards. I need to check something.

“Check what?”

My time warping powers. They’re conking out on me!

My eyes widened. “Wait, are you for real?”

Yes! I had a feeling they would eventually, but not this damn soon! Something has to give.

“I thought your powers were infinite. Why wouldn’t you make your powers infinite? Are you stupid or something?”

That’s MY god who gave me these powers, IDIOT! I don’t control everything. That’s why I was getting so mad at you for letting Dash shoot herself in the face. Ya see, there’s this little thing called CONSEQUENCES for your actions, bonehead!

“Ah, whatever.”

AJ gazed up at me. “Screw 'im, sugarcube. Let’s just continue.”

AJ wrapped her mouth around my dick again and got back to sucking.

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

I started chuckling at the Author’s response until I heard a distant moan. I thought it was AJ at first, but when it happened again, I realized it wasn’t.

“H- hold on,” I said, stopping her head with my hand.

We listened for a few seconds, hearing the moan again. Then, shortly after, we heard a distant gunshot. AJ pulled my dick from her mouth and looked around the tree as more gunshots went off.

“Shit!” I exclaimed, “the camp!”

Ohhhhhhhhhhh…

I quickly put my dick away. As I zipped up my pants and leaned down to grab the holster I’d set on the grass, AJ called out.

“Sugarcube, look out!”

I heard hoofsteps before turning to see a zombie pony coming out from the tree line beside us. I was too distracted with getting my holster back on that I didn’t have time to react. The zombie mare lunged forward. With no time left, I dropped my holster and socked her in the face with my fist. This stopped her briefly, allowing AJ to wrap around the tree and lazily flank her.

After I punched her again, AJ took the opportunity to turn around and clumsily buck her. It wasn’t as powerful as usual, given her foreleg was still banged up. However, it was enough to push her back, giving me enough time to grab my baby from my holster. I hastily set the mare’s head in its sights and fired.

BANG!

The mare dropped. AJ and I observed our surroundings as I put the holster back on my side. Gunfire continued from the distant camp.

“Son of a bitch!” she hollered, “Come on, let’s go!”

We took off back into the forest. I limped to a jog, eventually breaking into a sprint to get back. However, I noticed AJ quickly falling behind and slowed down for her.

“No, sugarcube, just go! I’ll catch up!”

Gunfire continued. I hesitated for a second before resuming my sprint. It took me a few minutes to dart back to camp, and by then, the gunfire had already stopped. I awkwardly limped up to the tents, noticing a slew of pony bodies laid all around. I noticed what looked to be Snowheart, the guards, and Spike huddled around somebody next to one of our tents. I also noticed Twi and Dash nearby, frantically gesturing to one another as they spoke.

Dash was the first to notice me and pointed a hoof at me. Twi swiveled her head, and even from this distance, I could see an angry expression fill her face. She took off to come meet me, Dash chasing behind her. I started backing up as she galloped in front of me.

“WHERE WERE YOU?!” she exclaimed.

“Twi… please, Twi, I can explain.”

“YOU BETTER START SOON!”

Before I could start, Dash came up to her side.

“What the fuck, D?! Why’d you run off like that?!” she exclaimed, leaning her head to look behind me. “Where’s Applejack?!”

I turned to look behind me, but she wasn’t here yet.

“She’s coming. She told me she’d catch up,” I explained.

The darkness of night was concealing us. One of the guards from the other group swung his flashlight in our direction briefly. This light gave Twi and Dash enough time to see AJ’s whip in my hand. Both of them glanced at it, a look of shock filling their faces.

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?!?!” Twi shouted.

“NOTHING! I promise! I- I just…”

Awe shit. This does NOT look good on me.

Ya don’t say?

“Look... is everypony alright?” I asked.

Twi growled. “NO! Everypony is NOT alright! Rarity was attacked, no thanks to YOU!”

“Twi, I’m so-”

“No. Shut the fuck up. Just wait,” she said, rubbing her forehead frustratingly. “Dash, go help them with Rarity. Tell them D’mitry and I will be back.”

“Where are you-”

“Now,” Twi hissed.

Dash exchanged one last glance with me before leaving to help Rarity. I stood silently, watching Twi’s furious gaze size me up.

“You take me to her, right now,” she warned.

Twi and I jogged through the forest, searching for AJ for a solid ten minutes. We backtracked twice, covering as much ground as we could, but she was nowhere to be found. I was taken aback, trying to figure out how the hell we’d lost her. Guilt was seeping through my veins. When we reached the tree line AJ and I were at, I defeatedly dropped to my knees. Twi made her way to stand in front of me, glaring furiously at my one good eye. She spoke through gritted teeth.

“What. Did. You. Do to her?”

“Nothing, Twi! I know this looks bad!” I exclaimed, briefly holding up the whip. “But I promise, I didn’t hurt her!”

“Oh yeah? So you just stole her fucking whip and sang kumbaya together? You expect me to believe that?!”

“Yes! I caught her whip when she was whipping me, but I didn’t do anything after that! That’s… yeah, that’s when the gunshots happened!”

Twi was mad mad. It was a bit intimidating. She glared fiercely at me.

“You are the worst liar to step foot on this planet, you know that?”

I sighed and closed my eyes. How the fuck was I gonna explain my way out of this one?

Hmm. Perhaps tell her what really happened?

Are you crazy, Author? Even if she did believe that, she would probably murder me.

Kinda looks like she wants to do that anyway.

I sighed, wishing our relationship wasn’t so strange.

“Twi. I… I don’t know how to explain this to you.”

“How to explain what?” she hissed.

I took a deep breath, preparing for my final moments.

“I fucked Applejack.”

...

...

...

There was a loooooooooooooooooong silence from her. The air was filled with just crickets and other nighttime animals. It was peaceful, yet sinister. I said my final prayer to my Gods.

And that is?

Forgive me for being a sinning fuck.

Wow.

“Let me get this straight, D’mitry...” she continued, an even more furious look filling her face. “You led Applejack out here… away from camp… stole her whip… and raped her?”

“WHOA!!! I AM NOT A FUCKING RAPIST!” I shouted, quickly coming to a stand. My sudden fury took Twi by complete surprise, causing her to stagger back a few steps. “WHY WOULD YOU EVEN THINK THAT?! WHAT KIND OF FUCKING ANIMAL DO YOU TAKE ME FOR?!”

“She wanted you to fuck her?!”

“Yes!"

I rubbed my temple, the whip still in my hands. This shit is stupid as fuck. I wish a bunch of zombies would come and surround us so I could let out my anger and fight instead of going through whatever bullshit character development this is.

"Look, Twi. I give up. Once we find her, she'll probably beat me to death for telling you anyway."

She rolled her eyes, still a bit angry. "You are so fucking dramatic."

"Whatever. But she... wanted me to take control, okay? When I stole the whip from her, I learned she was into that, so we got to it. We heard gunshots in the middle of it. End of story."

Twi shook her head, still taken aback by all this. “Sweet Celestia.”

“Yes. Celestia is sweet.”

“Not really, but okay.”

“Wait, you aren’t gonna murder me?” I asked.

“No, you moron. I just need to process this," she replied, rubbing her forehead angrily. "Gah- this whole night has been a fucking disaster.”

“Tell me about it. Thanks a lot, Author. Fucking douchebag.”

Lightning illuminated the night sky as it spawned out of nowhere and blasted me. I tensed up and angrily suffered through it before shaking it off. Twi sighed and lent out a hoof.

“Come, D’mitry. We’ll search a few more minutes before heading back to camp. Hopefully she’s there by now.”

“K.”

For the next few minutes, we did exactly as she said. However, once we got back to camp, AJ still wasn’t there. There was still a group hovering over Rarity, but one of the guards was off to the side, holding Spike back. Twi and I met with Dash, who had visible tears down her face.

“Dash, what’s the matter?” Twi asked.

“Rarity’s gone.”