Chapter I.
Ponyville was known as a peaceful, quiet little town, the little hamlet that many colorful ponies had come to call home. In this quaint little town of a village, there lived a family, just like any other.
This famy was situated in Sweet Apple Acres, located just on the outskirts of the town, right beside the Everfree Forest. Those who knew of this Ace knew that it was only a fifteen-minute walk from Fluttershy’s cottage. This family, just like any other, had a mischievous little scamp of a
foal named Apple Bloom who was always looking
for excitement and mischief.
The Apple family was known for their love of hard work, strong work ethic, their love of apples, the importance that family held in their lives, and
their love for having fun. But nopony can have fun on Sweet Apple Acres if somepony is in a bad mood, especially if said pony just happens to be the youngest member of their family. And Apple Bloom was in a really bad mood.
The little foal was currently busy digging through her closet, throwing things aside, trying to find what she was looking for.
“Ugh! Applejack! Where the hell did you hide my stuff?” the little foal shouted angrily. Her eyes suddenly widened as she realized too late what she’d just said. Soon, she heard the heavy hoofsteps coming up the stairs, followed by her bedroom door being kicked in. The force od the
kick was so strong that it knocked the door off its
hinges and sent the door itself flying across the room, only coming to a stop when it crashed against the wall, leaving a rather large dent in it. The pony who had performed this action didn’t seem to care about the dent at all, as was evidenced by the fact that they were breathing heavily through their nose. Though reluctantly, Apple Bloom turned to see the scowling, furious face of her older sister, who stomped across the room and bent down so that they were nose to nose.
“Apple Bloom!” she growled. “What in Celestia’s name did you just day to me!?”
“Uh . . . well, I . . . uh . . .”
“You don’t talk like that, you understand me?
You’re lucky Granny Smith didn’t hear ya or she would’ve busted your hind end! I’m letting you off
with a warning this time, don’t you ever let
me hear you talking like that again, you understand me?”
Apple Bloom nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
Applejack, satisfied, straightened up and ruffled her sister’s mane. “That’s a good girl. Now, what stuff are you looking for?”
“You know what stuff.”
“Apple Bloom, honey, I'm afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Applejack responded.
“You know, the dildos, anal toys and flameproof boots.”
“Hey, wait a minute! That”s my stuff! What are
you doing using my stuff!?”
“Yeah. Sorry, but I needed them. Don’t worry, you’ll get them back.”
“I’d better, or else I’m going to jerk a knot in your tail! Got it? I can’t believe you used my stuff without gettin’ my permission first. Just the thought of you using my dildos and butt plugs . .
.” She shook her head in disgust. “Ugh! It's disgusting!” She turned back towards the doorway of Apple Bloom’s bedroom. “Now get ready because we’re about to leave.”
“Where are we going?” the little foal asked. “Well, to the train station, of course. Don’t you
remember? Babs wrote you a whole back, telling
you that she wanted to spend the weekend here
with you.”
“Oh, yeah! I’m gonna get to spend some quality
time with my favorite cousin!” She began hopping about the room, chanting, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
“Get ready!”
Apple Bloom was at the front door in the blink of an eye. As she was waiting for her sister, she heard a knock. When she opened the door, she saw both Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo standing on the porch, both who were looking just as excited as she was. “Girls! My cousin Babs is back. Finally, I can spend some time with him! We’re gonna do
so many fun things together. We’re gonna talk. We’re are gonna play. We’re gonna--”
“Masturbate,” Scootaloo finished for her, grinning at Apple Bloom.
“Hey, let's make it clear! I’m not gonna have sex
with him,” Apple Bloom said.
"But you'd like to, wouldn’t you?” Sweetie Belle asked.
Apple Bloom blushed. “Well . . . maybe.”
“I know I would,” Sweetie said. “I would love to get a hold of that hot penis of his!”
“But he's my cousin,” Apple Bloom pointed out. “Apple Bloom, don’t worry,” Scootaloo said. “After
the long weekend we’ve got planned for him, he
won't be a virgin anymore. Then again, neither will you.”
“Spesking of which,” Apple Bloom said, “I have a
plan.” But before she could disclose what this
“plan” was, Applejack descended the stairs. “Alright, is everypony ready to go?” she asked.
“Um . . . Hey, listen Applejack,” Apple Bloom said. “Why don’t we go to the train station to pick up Babs?”
Applejack arched an eyebrow. “Why?”
“Oh, you know,” Scootaloo said. “There’s lots of things that we need to discuss. You know, Crusaders business and all.”
“Yeah!” Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom agreed, nodding their heads.
“Well . . . alright. I’ve gotta lot of work to do around
here at home anyway.” “Don’t worry,” Scootaloo said.
“Yeah, we’ll come home with Babs safe and sound,” Apple Bloom said.
“Well, Apple Bloom? What's the plan?” Scootaloo asked the young Earth pony.
“I'll tell you it if we ever get to the train station,” Apple Bloom replied.
After a good thirty minutes of walking, they soon found themselves standing on the platform of the train depot.
“So what's the plan?” Scootaloo asked yet again.
“Okay, listen up, girls,” Apple Bloom said. “What if we would spend the whole weekend in our clubhouse?”
“And what does this have to do with Babs?” Scootaloo asked impatiently.
“I'm getting to that if you’d wait to the end and let me finish,” Apple Bloom grumbled.
“Oh, right,” Scootaloo said. “Sorry.”
“So, we spend the whole weekend in the clubhouse where we invite Babs to our party. We’ll tell him that we're gonna have a ‘girl-party’, but actually it will be a sex party. And then he’ll have to play our
games. If all goes well, neither of us are going to
be virgins anymore,” Applebloom said.
“Yeah,” Sweetie squeaked with joy as she hopped up and down.
“And do we have everything we need in the clubhouse?” Scootaloo asked with a mischievous smile.
“You mean the sex toys?” Sweetie asked.
“Oh, yeah, I got it all. There’s dildos, penis pumps, inflatable anal toys, diapers, rope,whips, hoofcuffs*, leather stocking, and much more! There's just three things missing.”
“Well, what is it?” Sweetie asked.
Apple Bloom smiled as she said, “Three . . . juicy . . .
pussies . . . And here they are.” Apple Bloom pointed to all three individual Crusaders.
But their joyful squeals were interrupted by the whistle of the train.
“It's Babs! It's Babs!” Apple Bloom cried, hopping up and down.
“Um . . . Apple Bloom . . . It's a train,” Scootaloo said.
“Oh, hush, you know what I mean,” Apple Bloom barked. “Babs is on the train.”
After the train came to a complete stop, the station
was covered in a huge fog of steam. Babs red and pink mane was visible even in the huge steam.
“Apple Bloom! My cousin! And the Crusaders!” a loud shout sounded from the dense fog.
The next moment, Babs jumped out of the steam and landed on Apple Bloom, who fell straight backward, causing Babs to fall onto the belly of the little filly. “OH! Sorry, Apple Bloom!”
Apple Bloom moaned with pleasure, feeling Babs’
hind leg on her pussy, which started to throb. “Yo! Cuz! You okay?”
“Of course, never better,” Apple Bloom replied with a broad smile. In her head, she was screaming,
“Babs’ hoof touched my pussy! Babs’ hoof touched
my pussy! Babs’ hoof touched my pussy!”
“What's her problem?” Babs asked the other two Crusaders, noting the huge grin on Apple Bloom’s face and the distant look in her eyes.
"Oh, nothing,” Sweetie replied. “She's just excited because you're here.”
They they headed to Sweet Apple Acres. They were in front of the school when Apple Bloom's brilliant plan came to Scootaloo's mind. “Oh, Babs!” she said in a perky voice. “Do you have plans for the weekend?”
"Um . . . No, nothing,” Babs replied. “I assumed you guys would have a plan.”
“Well, the truth is that we have a plan,” Apple
Bloom said, “but I think you wouldn't like to join us.”
“Well, what’s the plan?” Babs asked.
“Well, you see,” Apple Bloom continued, “we were gonna spend the whole weekend in our clubhouse, and we were gonna have a ‘girl-party’. And we all would be more than happy if you could join us.”
“Um, I . . . uh . . .?” Babs said. “A girl party? Are you guys sure this is such a good idea?”
Sweetie laughed. “Don’t worry! There’s no
make-up, no dolls, just board games and laughter.” “Well, okay. I guess I'm with you guys on this!”
“Great! I'm so glad you're here, so I can to spend
the weekend with my favorite cousin,” Apple Bloom said.
“Well, actually, I still don’t know,” Babs said. “I
mean, a girl party?”
“Relax, Babs,” Scootaloo said. “You’ll see, it’ll be just you us three, all four Cutie Mark Crusaders!”
“Well, good,” Babs replied. “And when will the party start?”
“The party starts at ten o'clock tonight,” Scootaloo said. “Oh, and don’t bother with condoms! We won't need them.”
"Wait, what?” Babs stopped in his tracks. “Why should I take condom to the party?”
“Oh, that's nothing,” Sweetie said. “We always say
that to every stallion we invite to our party.”
“How many stallions do you invite to your parties?” Babs asked.
“Um . . . zero. You’re the first.”
“Relax, Babs,” Scootaloo softly whispered in Babs’
ear. “Just come over.”
As they reached the center of town, both Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo started going their separate ways.
“Scootaloo! Sweet Belle! Wait!” Apple Bloom called.
Both Crusaders turned around.
“Why are you shouting, Apple Bloom?” Scootaloo asked.
Apple Bloom approached them both, then started to whisper in their ears. “When Babs arrives to the party, prepare everything. The sex toys, the dildos, the diapers, and the rope.”
“Um . . . okay, but why do we need rope?” Scootaloo asked.
“I’m hoping we won't need it,” Apple Bloom went on. “I just want to make sure that Babs won't be able to escape. If he tells Applejack what we’re playing . . . Well, let’s just say that I’d rather not think about what Applejack would do to me.”
Sweet Belle and Scootaloo went home while Babs
and Apple Bloom started their long walk home to Sweet Apple Acres. On the way to home, Babs and Apple Bloom didn’t talk much at all. Babs seemed very unsure of the plan that he had agreed to. Apple Bloom seemed to pick up this because she began to talk to him.
“Hey, Babs, what's wrong?” “I don’t know.”
“Are you still worried about the party. Look, I told you before, don't worry about it!”
Babs gave his cousin a grateful smile and said, “Thanks.”
“So . . . what's up with Manehatten?
“Did you meet any ponies with blank flanks?”
“Yeah, I met a few fillies who don’t have their cutie marks.”
“Great! You could help them to find out what their special talent is.”
“Yeah, maybe. . . . I'm afraid of going to the party.” Apple Bloom sighed in annoyance and rolled her
eyes “How many times do I have to tell you? Don't
worry.
Don't worry about it! What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of Sweet Belle?”
“Scootaloo?”
“No.”
“So relax! I'll be there to protect you if something goes wrong.”
“Thank you, Apple Bloom.”
“Oh, Babs, I’d do everything to you, honey.” “What?”
“I’d do anything for you.”
“Nothing!”
“Yes, ya did!”
“No, I didn’t. You're just imagining things.”
After five minutes of walking, they finally arrived at home. Just as they were about to enter the house, Apple Bloom stopped Babs at the front door and spoke to him.
“Listen up, Babs. There’s a bit of work to do before the party can begin. Why don’t ya head on up to my room and rest for a little while? And me and the
girls will see you under the clubhouse roof at 10 pm!”
Apple Bloom left me standing there on the front
porch, so I went into the house where I met up with Big Mac and Granny Smith. Then I walked into the kitchen, where a pleasant smell hit my nose. Applejack was busy taking a pie out of the oven
“Oh, hi, Babs! Where’s Apple Bloom?”
"Um . . . she said she had a little work to do.”
“Oh, right, the big girl's party.” She began slicing up the pie.
“Do you know anything about it?”
“I’d be surprised if I didn’t. Whenever the girls plan one of their party, I have to wash my flameproof
boots because thry’re always full of fluids. I don’t
understand how those girls manage to get boots so dirty.”
“Um . . . fluids . . .?” Babs questioned, raising an eyebrow.
“It seems that way.” Applejack took a bite out of the pie slice she held in her hoof. “If you ask me, I say the girls are getting up to a bit of mischief up in that clubhouse, but I can’t rightly say whether I’m
certain or not. Hey, you want some pie?” She nodded towards the pie tin sitting on the table. “It’s fresh from the oven.”
“Uh, no, thanks. I think I'll go upstairs to Apple
Bloom’s room and lay down for a bit.”
“Oh, well, alright, then. When you get hungry, feel free to help yourself to some pie. You’re gonna need your strength for the party.”
I stopped, one hoof on the first step of the stairs. I
turned my head back to Applejack. “What do you mean?”
“Those girls can get pretty wild at their parties. Usually, they don’t wake up again until after noon the next day.”
“Who told you that I was going to be at the party?” “Well, Apple Bloom told me, of course. She said that
it would be much more fun than it was ever before
with you there.”
I suddenly couldn’t get enough air into my lungs. I
was so scared from what I heard. “But what if--” “Calm down, Babs! It's only a slumber party.”
I reached Apple Bloom's room. I ly down on her
bed and fell asleep.
As soon as I woke up, I looked at the clock, which showed that it was half past nine. I jumped out of bed and ran toward the back door, which took me directly to the clubhouse.
Apple Bloom and the others were already waiting for me when I got there.
“Good evening, Sleeping Beauty,” Apple Bloom said. “At last you’re here! We've been waiting for you.”
“But it's still only thirty minutes til 10,” I pointed out.
“So what? If you're here, then that means the party can begin early,” Sweetie said.
“Apple Bloom!” I cried.
“What's your problem?! Relax! I told you, I’ll protect
you if something goes wrong.” “It's not that!”
“Then what is it?” Scootaloo asked.
I wanted to tell them about my problem. I was about to when a loud shout struck my ears.
“APPLEBLOOM! BABS! Where ARE YOU?”
Apple Bloom ran up the window. I and the others slowly followed her.
As we reached the window, they could see that
Applejack was looking for them down below. “Hey, sis, we’re up here,” Apple Bloom called. Applejack looked up and, upon seeing Apple Bloom
and her friends, let out a sigh of relief. “Okay, I just
wanted to make sure where y’all were. Sleep tight
and don’t stay up too late.”
After Applejack left, I turned back to the others. “Babs, I'm so glad of you're here!” Scootaloo said.
I said nothing, just stood there in silence. Five minutes later, I took a while to do some pacing inside the clubhouse and then suddenly said, “So . .
. what do we do now?”
The happy faces of the Crusaders shifted suddenly to incredibly naughty.
“Um . . . why are you all smiling like that?” I asked. I looked around the room, expecting to some board games and maybe a few snacks, only to find that
the room was completely naked. “Where are the games? What about snacks?” I asked in confusion.
Scootaloo took a few steps toward me, stood beside
me, hugged me, and said, “Take out your penis!” Needless to say, the bizarre request caught me off
guard. “Um . . . pardon?”
“I said, take out your penis,” Scootaloo repeated.
“I don't understand,” I said, and looked to Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom for clarification. “What’s going on here?”
Oh, come on, Babs!” Apple Bloom said. “You really thought you were coming to a girl party?”
I blinked in confusion. “Is that not what this it?” I looked around the room once again, and suddenly I saw a penis pump, inflatable sex toys, dildos, and a pack of diapers, hoofcuffs and rope. I suddenly
realized the terrible truth. Unfortunately for me, I
couldn’t escape, because at that moment I realized what was going on. I began to run, but Sweet Belle slammed the door in front of me shut, then locked it with a key.
“Where are you running off to so quickly?” Apple
Bloom asked in a sadistic voice.
“Um . . . I-I-I have to do s-s-something,” I
responded.
“Why? What’s your hurry?” Applebloom asked with a wide smile. “Aren’t you having fun here? I mean,
it is a party. You’re supposed to have fun at parties.” Apple Bloom’s statement was met with a round of loud laughter from the other Crusaders.
I ran past them and sat against the wall. “Don't come any closer to me,” I shouted. Despite this, my
fear was getting the best of me, making me
tremble.
“Relax, Babs, we’re not going to hurt you,” Scootaloo said.” Just take a deep breath and calm down!”
I sat against the wall while the Crusaders were getting closer and closer to me.
“Listen up, Babs,” Apple Bloom said. “If you calm down, we’ll make an offer to you.”
I nodded slowly. “Okay, I’m calm.”
Then Applebloom began to talk. “So . . . yes, it is not a girl party like I told you, but how about we give
you a few lessons on sex before the ‘game?’ We could teach you how to play, Babs.”
“Wait!” I stood up and looked them dead in the eye.
“You want to teach me how to have sex?”
“Yes,” Sweetie said. “What do you say? All three of us would give you lessons, and then that would get you comfortable enough to where you would love our little game.”
“We’ll give you five minutes to think about it. Don’t rush your decision.”
Then the three Crusaders began to whisper to each other. I tried to strain my ear to hear what they were saying. I could just barely make it out.
“Is this proof that it works?” Scootaloo asked.
“Pretty sure,” Apple Bloom said. “And we finally get
a new playmate.”
After the five minutes had expired, Apple Bloom said, with a sadistic voice,”Time is up, honey!” She folded her hooves over her chest. “So, have you made your decision?”
“Um . . . well, I . . .”
“Yes?” Applebloom asked back impatiently.
“I . . . I would . . . I . . . would like you to give me a few lessons on sex,” I said.
“Grest,” Apple Bloom said. “After thirty minutes, your sex education can begin.Oh, and by the way, you're going to begin with me.”
Author's Note
*The handcuff is called a
“hoofcuff” in Equestria.
