The soft crunching and crinkling of leaves underhoof reverberated through the otherwise eerily-quiet Everfree forest with each of Apple Bloom’s steps. She’d walked the familiar path home from Zecora’s hut countless times with her sister, but it felt different to do it alone.

It had taken more than six months of weekly treks into the forest, but she finally convinced her sister that she was capable of handling herself, though it was more like begging than convincing.

Now she got to relish the feeling of the soft dirt under her little hooves, the gentle, peaceful sounds of leaves rustling high above where the wind and shuffles in the trees around her where birds hopped from branch to branch.

The clinks and clatters of glass bottles reminded her of the weight in her saddlebags, full to the brim with various potions and multi-purpose salves. Some were more successful than others, with her zebra mentor sending home a few of her duds for her to learn what not to do when crafting her own potions.

She broke into a soft hum as she walked, keeping an ear out for any sign of trouble and a watchful eye on the path in front of her. The young filly would never have admitted it to herself out loud, but she was more than a little afraid of the walk and the lack of her sister’s presence by her side.

Applejack drilled a host of rules into Apple Bloom’s head for what felt like hours while they walked to Zecora’s.

“No matter what happens, never, ever leave this pathway, ya hear?” Applejack’s voice echoed in the filly’s mind as she trotted along.

She breathed a deep breath of the thick white fog around her, smelling the mustiness of the forest. The scent of freedom. Nothing was going to get in her way, not even the vines that grasped at the edges of her vision, snaring at her hooves as if beckoning her to stay and join the beasts that roamed the trees.

The green-brown walls of foliage somehow grew more chaotic. Branches spread like lightning against a dark sky, their leaves beginning to blot out the brightness of Celestia’s golden sun above her. A chill ran up Apple Bloom’s spine whenever she reached this section of the forest even when her sister stood beside her. She took a deep gulp and pushed through her fear, confidently stepping over the brambles that snaked across the barely-trodden path. Th-This isn’t so--

Snap.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of something cracking behind her. Without thinking, her hooves began to move, cantering down the path controlled by pure instinct. Her saddlebags rustled and clattered at her sides scaring hosts of birds from their perches overlooking the forest and further covering her vision in darkness.

Finally, she broke free of the gripping shadow and stepped back into the warm sunlight. A weight lifted off her shoulders as she mustered the courage to look over her shoulder to see not a manticore or hydra standing behind her, but a trail of snapped branches and smashed leaves. A wave of relief and embarrassment washed over her as she realized that she’d just been scaring herself the whole time!

She took a moment to calm herself down, steeling herself by staring down the rest of the road. She was on the home stretch.

Feeling the butterflies in her stomach settle, she returned her attention to the path. She glanced over her shoulder one more time at the shadowy towering trees that she left behind, for some reason she just couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched...

“Apple Bloom…” a whisper rung through the air, striking fear into her young heart as she felt her body seize up with fear.

She willed herself to move, to take off and leave the forest behind, but for some reason her hooves just wouldn’t let her.

Panic rose in her chest, as she looked back into the darkness behind her and saw two glowing green points of light staring back at her.

“H-Hello?” she asked the darkness, swallowing her fear.

“Come closer…” the voice returned, making her shudder

Despite her fear, however, something else seemed to grow inside her. A curiosity. What could the voice possibly want? It wouldn’t be hard to find out, all she’d have to do was take a few steps closer and—

Suddenly, Apple Bloom’s body was consumed by a tall, shifting, vaguely pony-shaped shadow. The pricks of light disappeared and she felt a hard, hoof-like sensation on her rear. She didn’t have long to think about how to react, her frozen body offering no resistance to the figure behind her, roughly shoving her forward towards the wall of creeping tentacle-like vines.

Time slowed down around the filly. She watched the foliage swallow her up and draw her deep into the waiting maw of the trees.

A scream ripped from her throat as she fell onto a steep slope of rocks and decaying plant life. She sputtered and coughed as hunks of dirt broke free of the floor and filled her mouth.

Twigs and thorns scratched her sides, tearing at her fur as she tumbled through a blur of brown and murky green. Her hooves flailed, searching desperately to find purchase to stop herself from falling further into the forest to no avail.

She felt her saddlebags tear from her body, spilling the glass bottles containing her potions onto the forest floor, leaving a trail of shattered glass behind her.

After a good minute of tumbling and rolling, the steep hill began to even out. Apple Bloom gripped the soft earth and skidded to a stop only a hoofstep away from a ledge that led deeper into the foreboding trees.

“Phew!” she sighed, panting for breath while she found her balance.

She stood up straight, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness for a moment.

The clinking and cracking of glass on rock reminded her of the river of glass that was soon to follow, and there was nothing to stop her precious concoctions from falling off the ledge and out of reach. She lept into action, grabbing one of her bags as they slid by her, and using a hind hoof to catch a few of the other still intact bottles that rolled past her.

She grunted as she kept up the delicate balancing act, slowly drawing her treasures close to her with all her free limbs.

But still the clinking didn’t stop as she focused on the hill before her, only to watch helplessly as the second saddlebag raced down after her, still latched and full of heavy glass.

The bag cracked against the dirt and stone of the forest floor, heading straight for an almost perfectly-placed particularly rock that formed a ramp that aimed straight at the filly’s head.

She gave up on her precious potions and started to move out of the way, but it was too late; the bag hit the ramp at full speed and flew into the air.

“Ah crud…” was the last thing she could utter before the bag sailed straight into her face.

A cackle of hysterical laughter followed her into unconsciousness as she fell backwards off the ledge, accompanied by the sight of two pinpricks of green light which lingered in her vision even as her eyes fluttered shut…

Apple Bloom’s vision was a blur.

She could just barely make out the shapes of the various trees and bushes that surrounded her. Her head pounded and her legs burned with the feeling of the various cuts and scrapes she’d received on her way down.

She stumbled to her hooves, rubbing her eyes to clear the shifting and warping shapes from her sight. Darkness rendered most of the world around her invisible, and the sounds of the fauna of the forest moving through the trees struck fear into her heart.

Gulping her fears down, a look of determination flashed across her face. She noticed that around her lay the remains of her potions. Most of them were broken, leaving puddles of colored liquid speckled with shattered glass on the brown dirt. Luckily, however, some vials made it down, padded by the saddlebag that knocked her over the ledge in the first place.

She stepped over the mess of glass and grabbed the bag in her mouth, sending another spear of pain through her head. Regardless, she managed to pull out a bottle full of a viscous dark green fluid: a handy healing salve. She uncorked the bottle and began to nurse into her wounds, causing her to wince in pain as the magic of the ointment worked on her body.

Okay, what’s next? She asked herself as she used her mouth to tie her remaining saddlebag back onto her, thinking back through what her older sister had taught her to do in the event of an emergency just like this one.

“If y’all’re ever in trouble, just find the brightest part of the forest and call for help, we’ll come runnin’!” her voice rung through her head.

She searched the darkness around her looking for anything as much as a pinprick of light to follow. Suddenly, she saw it, a slit of sunlight piercing through the foliage. She took a deep breath and stepped out, leaving the mess of glass behind and pushing into the unknown of the forest before her.

As soon as she broke through the barrier of trees, she saw her target: a clearing flooded with light far in the distance.

Her progress was slow, but steady. She gritted her teeth as she locked her eyes on the almost holy light that poured into the clearing before her. Branches dragged at her fur and mane, snagging on her bow as if the forest was trying to drag her deeper into its clutches and keep her there forever.

At last, she broke out into the open air. She took a deep breath and relished the scent of air not infected by musty, decayed plants. Finally, she could call for help and get out, she was sure that Applejack was already frantically searching for her.

Just as she was about to call out, she heard a new sound, different from the cawing of crows and buzzing of strange insects. This sound was more like a voice, that of another pony, though she couldn’t make out what it was saying. She paused, listening out to see if she could hear it again.

“H-Help me!” the voice came again. Her chest pounded, there was somepony else out there with her, somepony she could help!

She glanced at the direction of the voice, it sounded like it was coming from back in the deepest, darkest portion of the forest. She almost considered ignoring the voice and calling for help herself, but Apples never, ever gave up on a pony in need.

Spinning on her hooves, the filly quickly began to make her way towards the sound, pushing through the brambles and snagging plants once again. The voice kept calling, seemingly getting more and more desperate as the minutes passed by.

After a solid half hour of backtracking and searching, a flash blue in the murky green showed her what she was looking for. She rounded the corner of one of the many wide tree trunks blocking her way to see a sky blue pegasus colt about her age trapped in a web of twisting vines given life by the dark magic of the Everfree. The sentient plant tugged at his ashy mane and tail, trying to pull him deeper into its ‘mouth’ and use him as living fertilizer.

His eyes lit up as he saw Apple Bloom.

“H-Hey! You there! Lend a hoof?” he called.

“Amma comin!” Apple Bloom called back, shrugging off her saddlebag somewhere safe.

She rushed towards the colt, reaching out with a hoof. He reached back, both of them stretching for each other. Just as she felt him graze against her, one of the enchanted tentacles reached up and slammed into her chest, sending her flying backwards until she met the ground.

“Oof!” She cried out as she rolled along the forest floor and came to a sudden stop against the tree she’d just passed to get close to the colt.

Her head spun once again. I’m really getting sick of this darned forest! She thought. She looked up to the sky from her position on her back, catching sight of a host of long green strands leaking from the branches of the sprawling tree she was up against: more blasted vines, these ones unaffected by the chaotic magic of the forest. A light bulb lit in her head.

She took a moment to let her vision return to normal before clambering to her hooves. Her legs buckled as she crouched, wiggling her hindquarters a little before launching herself up into the air and locking onto one of the vines with her teeth. She swung for a few moments, suspended in the air by the sheer strength of the fibrous ropes. With a few firm bounces, the tree finally gave up, letting her fall back to the ground with the vine safely in her grasp.

Not wanting to waste any time, she immediately set to work, using her mouth to tie the ‘rope’ into a firm knot.

“Wh-What in celestia’s name are you doing?” the colt asked as his captor pulled him deeper towards the abyss.

“Hold… On…” she growled, pulling and twisting the unwieldy strand to get it to make what she needed.

With a last tug, the knot settled into a tight lock and her lasso was complete. She lifted her creation over her head, channeling all her farmhand training into spinning it until it had the most momentum she could get out of it.

She let out a loud grunt of effort as she sent the lasso flying towards the colt. She held her breath as she watched it sail, hoping it would hit her target.

A wave of relief washed over her as the loop fell over his body.

“Yes!” she cried through the vine that was still between her teeth, anchoring the lasso.

“Great! Now can you pull me out, please?” He begged as he squirmed into the hoop.

Apple Bloom blushed a little, “O-Oh, yeah,” she stammered, having forgot the serious situation at hoof.

She reeled back, tugging and pulling at the vine. The monster grasped at the colt, fighting back against her, but fighting to get him to stay in its clutches seemed to have tired it out, rendering it weak to their combined efforts to get him free.

With a last pull using all her strength, the colt finally broke out of his organic prison, clambering to place his hooves on solid ground as he shook the last vine still wrapped around his hind hoof free and let it slither back into the writhing mass behind him.

The pair flopped into a heap on the soft leafy floor, laying next to each other as they both panted for breath.

“Th-Thanks, I dunno what I would’ve done if you hadn’t come along… I was stuck there for hours, I guess that’s what I get for trusting my dumbass brother, huh?” the colt said between breaths.

“Always help a pony in need, that’s the Apple family way!” Apple Bloom stated proudly.

“Wait, no way. You’re Apple Bloom, from the Apple Family farm in Ponyville, right?” he asked.

Apple Bloom’s chest swelled, was her family really that well known? She stumbled up again, finally getting a proper look at the colt she’d just saved.

“Yep, that’s me!” she said, her red tail flicking happily behind her. “What’s your name?” she asked, looking him over. She noticed a few silver streaks in his hair, streaks she’d missed when she first caught sight of him.

His bright blue eyes seemed to light up at her words. “I’m Blueberry Jam, I work on a farm too, ours grows berries!”

“Ah’ve never heard of a farm like that around these parts!”

“Well, we’re just getting set up, we haven’t actually, ya know, sold any berries yet…” he said sheepishly as a slight blush colored his face. If Apple Bloom didn’t know any better, she might have said that he was… Cute?

“Ugh, no!” she said out loud, causing her to join Blueberry in blushing.

“Everything alright, Miss Bloom?” he asked with the slightest tinge of disappointment in his voice.

“Wh-What? Oh ah’m sorry, ah swear ah wann’t talkin’ to you, my mind likes to go wanderin’ sometimes…” she said, her blush thickening.

The pair fell quiet for a moment, Apple Bloom continuing to stare down at him lying prone on the ground. The silence was only broken by the sound of a distant bugbear roaring to establish its dominance.

“It’s getting kinda dark, maybe we should start trying to find a way out or something, we’ll probably have a better chance of getting out if we stick together!” Blueberry said.

Apple Bloom nodded, offering him a hoof to help him get up. He took it, only to wince in pain and collapse back down.

“Argh!” he cried out, his forehooves shooting to his hind leg and nursing it gently.

“Oh gosh, are y’all okay?” Apple Bloom asked, inspecting his leg.

“I-I think I sprained my leg when I fell…”

“Can ya fly?” she asked.

“Ouch…” he said as he tried to stretch his wing out, only to stop as a wince of pain crossed his face. “I don’t think so…”

“Ah’ve got just the thing!” she exclaimed, rushing over to where she dumped her saddlebags and dragging them back to the colt’s side.

The glass clinked as the bottles shifted while she dug through the bag. The dim light of the forest made it hard to see the colors of the fluids, so she resorted to sniffing the corks until she found the concoction she was looking for. She pulled the vial out, holding it up to what little light there was to make sure it was what she was looking for. It was blue and slippery against the glass, bubbling slowly and creating a layer of foam atop the fluid.

She nodded and turned to Blueberry, who was still wincing and groaning in pain.

The cork came out with a wet pop that resonated into the surrounding darkness, accompanied by a sickly-sweet smell that poured off the top of the glass with a barely-visible vapor.

She offered the colt the bottle, “Ah made it today! It’ll fix ya up right quick!” she said, trying to hide the excitement in her voice at finally getting to see her potions in action.

He looked at it skeptically for a moment, then up at her grinning face. With a resigned shrug, he brought the vial to his lips and drained the fluid into his muzzle. He held it in his mouth for a moment to adjust to the taste before letting it flow down his throat with an audible gulp.

“Now what?” he asked, looking at his wing to see if the potion was working.

“Now we just gotta wait,” Apple Bloom replied.

And wait they did.

Apple Bloom took the time to help heal his less serious wounds with the last of the poultice she hadn’t used on herself. His body was cut and grazed all over, indicating that he had struggled against the vine monster for a while.

“So uh…” the filly began, not wanting to sit in silence for the whole duration of the healing process, “What’s it like farmin’ blueberries?” she questioned.

“It’s lots of work, but it’s fun! We don’t just grow blueberries, even if my name might make you think that. It’s a cloud farm, we go where the wind wants us to go, and we farm what the wind wants us to farm. At the moment, it’s raspberries!” he gushed, he clearly loved his berry farm as much as she loved her apple farm. It did sound nice to be able to just pack up and move your farm wherever, Ponyville was nice, but it could get a little boring to look over the same old landscape day in and day out.

The pair talked about various topics, farm-related or otherwise, for the next hour. It was oddly intimate to nurse somepony else’s wounds, getting to touch them in places friends don’t usually touch, especially under the belly. It seemed he’d all but belly flopped into the vine trap, leading to a host of scratches on his undercarriage.

Luckily, most of his cuts were on his upper belly, meaning she could stay away from his more… Private areas.

Just as she finished putting the salve on the the last of his cuts, a loud pop from Blueberry’s hind leg signaled the end of the healing process. Apple Bloom stood and once again offered him a hoof.

She pulled him up, letting him find his balance and peering at him curiously. “Well, how’s it feel?” she asked.

“Like new! You’re really good at this stuff, Apple Bloom!” he praised, causing her face to flush slightly.

“It’s nothin’! Now, I say we stop layin’ about and get to finding a way outta here, I know just the place to go so we can call for help!” she said, heading back towards the path she’d made through the brambles on her way to find Blueberry.

“W-Wait, don’t you think it’s getting a little late?” he asked as he dashed up to her side and placed a hoof on her shoulder to stop her. He pointed to the small patches of sky which shone through the foliage above, revealing the deep blue of a twilight sky.

“Well, do y’all have a better idea?”

“I saw a cave earlier while I was searching for a way outta here. I was heading towards it when I ran into that… Thing,” he explained. “We could sleep there overnight and in the morning we can find somewhere clear enough for me to fly up and find us a way out?” he said, flaring his wings a little.

“Ah guess I am gettin’ a lil’ tired…” Apple Bloom muttered. “Okay then, lead the way!” she said.

The pair set off in the opposite direction, leaving behind the path she’d made. Blueberry flew just above the ground, gliding almost effortlessly beside Apple Bloom as he led the way to his cave.

“So how come y’all’re even in the Everfree? Didn’t your mom and pop ever tell ya to never ever go into the forest?” she asked.

“Well, yeah. But my brother dared me to go in and find this thing called a ‘dropper bear’; he’s older than me and he’s always treated me like a little foal, so I thought I could be brave and show them all just how grown up I am, but…” he trailed off.

Apple Bloom felt a resounding pang of sympathy, she was no stranger to being reminded how much younger she was than her own siblings. They locked eyes for a moment, Apple Bloom studying his deep blue eyes intently. They broke eye contact and looked away suddenly when they realized they were staring at each other. Blueberry flapped his wings a couple times to lift himself higher above her

“Y-Yeah, I know how you feel…” she muttered.

The pair made their way towards the cave in an awkward silence for a time, before Apple Bloom started to notice something… Different. Her vision started to become slightly foggier and the trees around her took on a pink tinge. She breathed in the fog, feeling a strange new sensation rushing through her body, from her muzzle right down to her dock, where it left a lasting tingle for a few seconds.

“Hey, do you notice something kinda weird?” she asked, looking around the area for the source of the fog.

“Whaddya mean?” Blueberry asked, looking down at her from above the low-lying fog.

Apple Bloom took another lungful of the air around her, sending another wave of feeling through her body. This time the tingles were followed by a dull heat, like being wrapped in a warm quilt. She instinctively opened her mouth and yawned, feeling her eyelid starting to droop and her steps starting to wobble.

“Are you okay?” Blueberry asked, looking down at her with concern.

“Y-Yeah, ah’m fine” she stammered, mentally slapping herself awake.

“I see it, over there!” Blueberry called, pointing past yet another layer of shrubbery what Apple Bloom could barely make out as a cave through the thickening pinkness in her eyes.

Her hooves started to feel as if they were made of lead, making them harder and harder to lift. She stumbled on the uneven floor as she dragged her hooves; but she was determined to make it to safety, and summoned the last of her strength to march to the mouth of the cave and collapse.

Blueberry raced to her side, “Are you okay?” he asked, looking down at her with a concerned look.

“A-Ah’m fine…” she muttered, the pink fog seeped into the mouth of the cave, tiring her out even further. She looked around the cave in the dull twilight, seeing the fog starting to seep into the mouth around the pair. “Y-Y’all probably shouldn’t breath in that smoke, though…” she slurred, struggling to stay awake.

“There’s no smoke, Apple Bloom,” Blueberry said, looking around the room confusedly. ”Maybe you just need to rest,” he said, picking her up in his hooves with what looked like very little effort and laying her against one of the walls of the cave.

“N-No, I’m fine, ah swear…” she groaned. Her eyelids felt heavy, like they were being closed by some invisible force. The pink fog completely obscured her vision, turning everything pink. It didn’t take long for the pretty color to fade to pitch black as the draw of sleep became too much and her eyes fluttered shut.

Her sleep was almost dreamless, she watched herself float in pitch darkness for what felt like eternity. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a flash of blue, somehow, she knew it was Blueberry. She followed the figure through the void, which twisted and wound like corridors in Princess Celestia’s castle.

Finally, she rounded a corner to come face to face with the colt.

The pair stared into each others eyes for a few moments, His scent filled her lungs, rife with testosterone and sweat. Suddenly, Blueberry placed a hoof under her chin and pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue wormed its way into her mouth, exploring her, she could feel the texture of it against the inside of her cheeks, it felt real, too real.

Apple Bloom gasped as she awoke, her eyes shooting open as the feeling of Blueberry’s muzzle against hers. She could see his closed eyes illuminated by a fire that glowed in the middle of the cave; and felt his firm hoof against her chest holding her in place. She tried to sit up, but he simply grunted lightly and pushed her back down against the rough rock.

She panicked, flailing her fog-weakened hooves about in a desperate attempt to push him off her. “S-Stahp!” she managed to squeak out past his maw.

He pulled away from the kiss, shifting his hooves to hold her forelegs down as he looked down at her. “Why, my sweet filly, I know how you feel about me; I can smell it all over you” he cooed.

His scent was even stronger now she was awake. Each strained breath she took made her whole body hotter and her thoughts more and more cloudy, like the pink fog which still hung in the air around her had seeped into her mind.

“I-It aint r-right…” she stammered weakly.

He tutted, sliding down towards her nether regions and sniffing at her exposed cunny. She tried to summon the strength to move, to get away from him and his tantalizing musk, but the magic mist left her with no strength to move her forelegs more than a few inches. The scents hanging in the air left her helpless to the feeling of dampness that was making its way across her crotch, leaving her with a need which intensified more and more by the second.

“Are you sure? It smells right to me!~” he chimed before running a tongue up her slick vigin folds. “Mmm, it tastes right too~” he moaned.

The feeling of his tongue against her cunny sent a spear of pleasure through her body, making her back arch slightly and a moan escape her lips. “N-No…” she groaned, it felt so wrong, so dirty to have her innocence soiled by some colt she’d only just met. What would her sister have thought if she knew? Tears started to well up in her eyes as he dragged his tongue up her belly and forced his lips to hers once more.

Something fleshy and hard flopped against her lower belly, causing her to squirm and blush as she realized what it was. She’d seen her brother’s plenty of times on the farm, but she never imagined it would feel so… right.

No! D-Don’t give up! She scolded herself. Apples never give up!

“St-Stop i—” she almost managed to get out before he pulled away and slammed his hoof into her open mouth.

“Ugh, I just can’t take it anymore. Shut up! I’ve been waiting far, far too long for this to hear you whine like a petulant newborn!” he growled, making her ears fold back in fear as she started to choke on his hoof. “Now, I don’t want to hear a single word out of your disgusting mouth, do you understand?”

She simply nodded, her fear-stricken eyes looking into his. There was something different about them now, but she couldn’t quite put her hoof on it through the rush of fear racing through her mind.

He tore his hoof from her muzzle, letting her gasp for breath for a few moments before using his unnatural strength to lift her up, sit on his haunches and force her back to the ground on her belly right in front of his twitching member.

As she gazed up at him in complete terror, it finally dawned on her what was so different: his eyes were green and pulsating with light in a way only one kind of pony’s eyes do.

He didn’t give her much of a chance to finish her thought, roughly grabbing her by the bow and shoving her muzzle against his length. His musk flooded her system, eroding away her willpower like waves crashing against stone.

“Open your mouth!” he demanded, grabbing either side of her head and lifting it so that her muzzle rested. Apple Bloom barely even let out so much as a whimper as she succumbed to his demands, shakily opening her maw and breathing in even more of his intoxicating aura.

He unceremoniously jerked his hips forward while he pushed her head down. His colthood filled her little mouth almost immediately, the flared head scraping along her cheeks and drawing a satisfied sigh from the sadistic ‘colt’ above her.,

“See, isn’t it so much easier when you don’t speak?” he asked, humping at her maw as she sobbed around his shaft.

Tears rolled down her face, she felt her control of her own body quickly start to slip away with each lungful of his natural pheromones and the taste of his salty precum dribbling onto her tongue despite her every attempt to avoid it.

Her lung burned as he ground his hips forward, cutting off her air as his cock pressed against her windpipe. Her thoughts began to become hazier and hazier as the barrage of sensation set her most primal side into overdrive. A craving began to grow between her legs, her natural lubricant starting to drip and pool beneath her.

M-Must… Resist… She thought, screwing her eyes shut and trying to ignore the base craving for a stallion to breed and use her that only grew stronger with each stroke of his hips.

“Damn it, do I have to do everything around here? Get to work!” he ordered, shoving her head down firmly to make her gag and sputter around his shaft.

It was all too much for the filly to bear.

Like a hoofball hitting a pane of glass, her willpower shattered into a million pieces, leaving behind only her basest of instincts to please and be bred by stallions. Once full of life, her eyes took on a cloudy, unfocused gaze.

Her conscious mind took a back seat, unable to do any more than watch as she instinctively began to bob her head up and down the shaft. She knew what to do as if she’d done it all her life, running her tongue up his member to flick at the tip and draw a grunt of lust from her stallion.

Where she once felt disgusted by her actions, a deep satisfaction welled up inside her with each throb and twitch of him in her little maw.

“That’s it. Good, little slut,” he teased, guiding her up and down him with her mane. “No matter how much you think otherwise, all you fillies are the same, you just want to be showed your place, serving colt cock like the little cumdumps you are~”

Blueberry’s degradation served only to impassion her further, pushing her to bob deeper and deeper down on his cock. She gagged as his thick member forced its way into her throat, but held back the urge to vomit as her nose met his crotch. Nothing was going to get in the way of her serving her purpose.

Suddenly, he grabbed her mane firmly and wretched her from his shaft, leaving a strand of spit and precum which dribbled from her chin. She had no urge to clean it off, simply licking her lips to savour his taste.

“Bend over,” he growled.

Apple Bloom didn’t hesitate. She scrambled to her hooves, leaving a small puddle of her fluids as she spun around in front of him, pushing her front down and her flank high. She felt beads of sweat and her natural fluids roll down her hind legs, causing even more electrifying tingles to roll through her body. Her primal mind knew exactly what he wanted, making her flick her tail up over her flank to expose her dripping slit and winking clit to him.

She looked back over her shoulder at him, watching him take his time to stand up.

“Look at you, presenting yourself to me like the desperate whorse you are,” he cooed, trotting up to her rear.

With a soft grunt, Blueberry reared up on his hind legs and braced his front on her back. His hot breath brushed against her neck, as he shuffled to adjust himself on her. With a quick buck of his hips, his tip began to press firmly against her virgin slit, parting it slightly.

“Ready?” he asked, pushing the head against her tight fillyhood

The shock of a real cock against her cunt made her tense as a bolt of lightning flowed through her, jolting her mind so she could just take control of her body for a moment.

“W-Wait d—”

“Shut up!”

The words were ripped from her mouth by the feeling of the colt above her reeling back and slamming his member as deep as possible into her virgin snatch. Pain seared through her body accompanied by an intense lust that emanated from between her legs, sending her straight back into the pool of arousal that was her primal subconscious mind.

Blueberry’s cock tore through her delicate cherry with no effort whatsoever, his thick rod stretching her tight insides to accommodate with no regard for the spears of ache that shot through her. He let out a satisfied sigh as he bottomed out inside her, his balls pressed against her taint as he humped at the entrance to her womb.

Blood joined the rivers of liquids that cascaded down her hind legs, leaking out around his cock as he started to draw it out of her. He left just the flared tip inside her for a moment before jerking his hips and sending even more pleasure through her body as he let out a dominant grunt.

The pain began to fade as she adjusted to his shaft, leaving only the immense pleasure and the feeling of being filled up by her new stallion’s colthood, which throbbed and twitched inside her to further increase her ecstasy as he humped and thrusted at her honeypot.

“Grah! Slut!” he screamed as his thrusts became more and more irregular and forceful. His hot breath grazing her neck with each pound at her rear, the tensing of his member growing more and more frequent.

Suddenly, he drew himself almost all the way out and growled an erotic, pleasured groan of pure domination as he reamed himself into her with all the force he could manage causing her to lurch in place as he began to pump ropes of sticky fluid into her. The head of his shaft penetrated her cervix, causing the gift of his cum to fill her up completely.

That was it, what she’d been missing all this time, she’d never felt more whole than in that moment, being totally used as Blueberry’s cumdumpster.

“D-Don’t. You. Dare. Cum!” he ordered. Apple Bloom obeyed, desperately holding back the tide of pleasure that was building up between her legs, threatening to explode at a moment’s notice.

Blueberry humped at her to ride out his orgasm, his cock seemed to pump something new into her womb, a series of round spheres which latched onto her insides the moment they breached her fertile foal-oven.

The colt collapsed, his cock falling limply from Apple Bloom’s snatch and letting a torrent of sticky fluid to join the pool beneath her. She stayed as motionless as possible, not willing to move lest he not be finished with her.

“Now to feed them…” he muttered, eyeing up the filly who stared at him over her shoulder with an intense desperation for release. Her clit winked at him, giving him the opportunity to lift a hoof and lightly flick it.

Apple Bloom immediately collapsed onto her side, writhing in a mess of orgasmic bliss as a girlish scream tore from her throat. Her fluids squirted from her cunny as her love button winked wildly, she gasped for air as her climax tore the wind from her lungs, making her body twitch as spasm pathetically while Blueberry watched on.

After what felt like an age, the waves of pleasure washing over Apple Bloom slowly died down, leaving her with barely the energy to fight the mist which still surrounded her and filled her lungs.

Blueberry trotted to her side and wiped his limp cock on her cheek, leaving a trail of fluid across it. Apple Bloom didn’t protest.

“Great, time for phase two!” Blueberry cooed stepping back from Apple Bloom.

The last thing she could make out before falling into the embrace of orgasm and drug-induced unconsciousness was a blurry column of bright green flame that consumed Blueberry followed by the black, vaguely-like shape that stepped forth from within it.

Author's Note

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