Apple Bloom raised an eyebrow as she walked into the clubhouse. Sweetie and Scootaloo had both messaged her about coming to the clubhouse, but neither were here now. Then again, she had the least distance to travel, so she could have just been early. Yeah, that’s what she bet it was.

Her eyes began to take in the old place. The three of them hadn’t used the abandoned club room in so long that there was dust on a lot of the furniture. It all made her reminisce about simpler days though, when she didn’t have to be working in the fields for most of the day.

She had even left one of her old bows here. It was a bit off from most of hers, being pink instead of red, but it made her miss the old fashion. She hadn’t worn one in so long…

She smiled to herself as she put the bow on, tying her hair into a pigtail with it. It felt… right. It beckoned her to the simpler times. Times when she had no worries. Times when she could be comfortable. Times when the heavy apples on her chest weren’t such a problem.

Her hands squeezed her breasts, frowning at them. She had always hated that she became well endowed like her sister. She couldn’t be as nimble then, and the problems to her back were incredible. If not for her normal routine, she would have entire days where all she’d want to do is lay on her back in bed.

The image of her like that made her chuckle a little inwardly. The image shifted though, as first she began to see herself naked as she lay there, before beginning to do an act that she’d only performed maybe a handful of times in her life.

Which meant something was wrong.

Apple Bloom shook her head to be rid of the thought, biting into her lip as she thought about it. Why was she thinking about something like that now? In fact, why had she thought about her breasts at all? She was a strong woman with a body that went with her firm chest. She barely ever gave them a second thought because of that.

So what could be causing it? It made no sense for it to be the room, as it filled her with childhood nostalgia. Reminded her of times when colts were of no interest to her. As far as the talks in here got were about how cute some of their classmates were getting, not about their long, throbbing cocks that would feel so goo-

“What is going on?” Apple Bloom stomped one of her hooves into the ground as she said the words, crossing her arms beneath her chest as she glared at them. Something was causing this. This wasn’t her, and she wouldn’t allow it to continue. The only other thing that had changed though was-

“Hey Apple Bloom.”

In her focus, Apple Bloom hadn’t heard the door open and looked to the colt who had spoke. It was Rumble, looking as good as ever. He had grown up to be very similar physically as his brother, though far more naive and jokey, while Thunderlane was often lazy and plain rude. He had wonderful, sculpted arms with muscles that could squeeze her tight, and she bet that he was packing an equally impressive-

‘Stop it Apple Bloom!’ She turned away, her cheeks becoming beat red as she began to breathe heavily. She wasn’t this type of mare. She was a good mare. A sweet mare. Naughty things like this weren’t anything that she had been taught to enjoy. In fact, it was often against Apple Family values to think about such things.

Her mind wouldn’t leave it though, especially as she felt her jean shorts get tight around her rump. She was homegrown, which meant that she was well endowed in both areas, and now her shorts felt like they were going to burst. If they did that, Rumble would get to see her ass in full view, and she couldn’t just allow that, could she? It would be simpler not to care of course, and there was almost nothing more stressful than what others thought of her…

The next thing to happen to Apple Bloom would be the thing that doomed her. She could have still figured out the charm. She could have stopped all of this.

But then Rumble grabbed her chest. Her whole body lit up like a candle while her mind screamed in victory. Apple Bloom’s knees shook underneath her, as this wasn’t just better than what she’d done to herself, this one touch was better than anything she’d done to herself even when brought to orgasm.

She moaned again as Rumble got rougher, squeezing and pulling at her large breasts. Unlike her friends, his fingers didn’t sink into her flesh, but that meant they were far easier to pull at because of their firmness, and even as they grew they kept it, being able to stay up despite their growing mass.

As the sound of her clothes beginning to tear, and the stops that had formed into Apple Bloom’s mind began drifting away, Rumble whispered in her ear, “Sweetie and Scootaloo told me that you needed this. That you were having the worst heat of your life, but don’t worry, I can take care of it. Just tell me what to do, and we’ll go from there.”

He was being sweet. While he was molesting… No, while he was pleasuring her, he was being sweet. His hands felt so good, so right, and ripped apart her mental barriers. All of her repressed arousal was brought to the surface like a geyser, and as her shorts fell away from her ass, she bent over, putting her hands on the table as she turned to him.

She put one hand on her ass, her pussy already dripping wet as her firm rump shook in anticipation. What was left of Apple Bloom’s innocent mind wasn’t helping save her, but giving her a last reason. A reason to beg. This was a friend after all, and he was here to help, so there was no reason not to let him. “I want you to shove it in as hard as you can into my ass.”

Rumble blinked a few times, his already out cock twitching as the request made him harder. He had been laid before, but to get to do anal, and with Apple Bloom of all mares… “Are you sure? I mean, I’ve been told I’m big, and-”

Apple Bloom chuckled a little before she spread her cheeks for him, letting him get a good look at her asshole. “If you do this for me, it’ll make me able not to care. To go back to my free filly days. Discord has made me remember them, and I want to go back. Back to when I didn’t care about anything other than the fun I could have with my friends, and right now, the funnest thing I can think about is to go against everything I was taught was wrong and getting your giant cock firmly in my ass, so fuck me, now!”

Rumble blinked a couple times, a little scared even by the request, before he mentally shrugged. Scootaloo and Sweetie had warned him that she would be cock crazed, so if this is what she wanted, she would get it.

He moved in behind her, pressing the tip of his cock, which was about twice as wide as her asshole, to where it would be soon. He then swayed back, before slamming forward.

His eyes widened as her body clenched around him. Somehow he had managed to get everything into her, and now it was all being squeezed like a wet rag, begging for him to give her what she wanted. She was tighter than any pussy he’d been in, or any toy he had used, and it felt incredible.

Her moaning made it even better, as the primal screams that came from her made him all too aware that with one thrust he had made this mare cum. In one thrust, his cock had made her happier than he thought possible, and he loved feeling her juices spray against his legs because of it.

The only problem was that he was about to cum. Apple Bloom had made him aroused enough by ripping her clothes off, letting him take in those giant tits that were larger than his head, and an ass that all the colts had wanted to grab back in school, and had only gotten better with time. So, to feel her so tight, and so happy, it was enough that he couldn’t even warn her.

Until, he didn’t cum. In fact, he felt more confident than ever that he could give her the rutting she deserved. That he could give any mare the rutting they deserved.

And, as he began to pound away at her insides, with Apple Bloom unable to stop cuming, her eyes widened with the sudden realization that she was getting more cock. That Rumble was getting bigger and longer with each thrust, and that any other stallion would rip a mare in twine with a cock as big as his.

The crooked smile on his shaft made this all possible though. It was covered in her juices as Rumble slammed against the farm mare. In and out, hard and fast. Her ass shook with each thrust, and Apple Bloom began pledging herself to the life of a whore for him. That Rumble could take her anytime he wanted because she was a slave to cocks. Because she needed more of this.

And, in Rumble’s mind, knowing that the mare that he was rutting as an agent of sexual chaos, a role he never even had a chance to fight against, was the best thing he could ask for, and he slammed into her one more time. His balls filled the cumdump with his seed, bloating out her stomach as streams continued to pour into her. More and more to properly fill the bitch so she would never forget how it felt.

When he finally pulled out, her insides were so full that his cum gushed out of her ass, splashing against the floor as she panted. Rumble was still hard, something he could forever be if he wanted. He could have just gone right back into her, but he’d already fucked her stupid once that day. Besides, he knew he’d been tricked into doing this now, and he would have to reward the other two whores for it.

As he walked towards the door, he looked back at Apple Bloom. She was on the ground, panting, her face in the puddle of cum that was on the floor, cum still leaking out of her. She was licking it up, trying to get more and more of the smell and taste inside of her to be a good little slut. To properly worship the cocks she loved.

For what was simpler than to only have one thing on your mind? What could be more natural and easy than wanting to breed?

Rumble walked out, happy he could make his friend happy by making sure that Apple Bloom only ever wanted cock in her life now, the rest of her mind left without a trace of anything else.

Discord smiled to himself as he leaned away from the mirror, humming to himself as he felt the chaos emanating from the girl. It was sweeter than much of the chaos he’d manufactured in the past, because that was always random. This instead was concentrated and joyful, which sent shivers down his spine.

Yes, with four mares, and now a stallion, under his influence, he was satisfied that his goal was going to succeed in every way he wanted it to. All he would need to do was keep working at it, and soon enough he’d be able to see a form of chaos that he’d have never thought of without another’s help. He only hoped she’d enjoy it in the end.

Author's Note

I don't know why I'm bad about posting these.

Anyways, I got reminded by a new novella I published that, while without sexy monster girls, has sexy school uniforms and girls this time, along with a dystopic/Eutopic future (depends on outlook) and lots of questions about morality that DIscord is blatantly ignoring here. I would love your support with Inspiration ID, Vol. 1.