↞Chapter 1: Behind the Apple Tree↠

It was oddly so hot for early morning. The moment Pinkie Pie touched hoof on concrete, she winched back from the heat. It wasn’t even summer, yet the weather decided that this late April would feel more like a mid-July. Despite how Pinkie felt about this heatwave, everyone else in Ponyville seem to be taking advantage of the sunlight. Who could blame them, though. This was the perfect condition for picnics and BBQs.

The Cakes also wanted to use the weather to their leverage by selling milkshakes and apple fritter combos for a discounted price before noon. This brought in a mass of customers and honestly had been their busiest day all year.

Good news for the Cakes. Bad news for Pinkie.

They had her working her flank off and handling the herd of hungry customers all by herself. Mrs.Cake used the excuse of having to take care of the twins, while Mr.Cake used no excuse at all. Simply telling her he had worked on other more “important” tasks all night and needed a break. What could the mare do but obey her boss and suck it up, but she was already feeling exhausted and it wasn’t even 10am yet.

Pinkie was optimistic. That is what she is known for. Optimism and this urge to help any pony out, but lately she was finding it very hard to put a smile on her face, roll up her sleeves, and get to work. On any other day she would call her friends and have them help her, but she was trying to be more independent. Or at least that is what her new coatfriend has been encouraging her to do.

Augustus.

Augustus, she would say it over and over again in her head. Just dreaming about that mysterious yet majestic name. He was such the charmer. A kind, and soft spoken young stallion, who still had it in him to crack a joke every so often. He seemed to like Pinkie for her more docile, calm and private side, rather than what everyone else was used to seeing. He also wasn’t a mirrored image of her. He barely carried on like an exaggerated “cartoon character”, a term Pinkie first found a little offensive but quickly learned that he meant no harm in saying it.

He was different.

So much different from her, and perhaps that is what the pink filly found most attractive about him. It had to only be his personality since she hasn’t seen him in person, not just yet. They spoke over the phone and through letters, sometimes the occasional telegraph which the mare enjoyed the most. He was an artist and he often wrote about painting her sweet face and holding her warm body. Pinkie would smile and read his romantic poems over and over again, dreaming about him holding her as well.

She blissfully recalled their first meeting. He sent a letter, claiming to be a stallion from Manehattan only briefly stopping in Ponyville on his way back from a trip, and spotting Pinkie Pie moving elegantly throughout the bakery. Serving ponies with such grace yet frivolous motions that it left him mesmerized. He asserted he just had to reach out to her, and after reading it Pinkie Pie honestly assumed it was a joke. It was the only reason she felt compelled to respond to him at first.

Now he stood as the only pony she trusted with her deepest darkest secrets, yet none of her friends even knew about him.

“Excuse me ma’am, do you guys still have those apple fritters?” A chubby mare with a tiny foal tucked between her front legs approached Pinkie. Of course she gave them a huge smile. Clearing her throat before proclaiming,

“Sorry we just ran out, but I’m on my way now for more ingredients. Come back in about an hour and I’ll happily give you the first fritter of the batch!”

The mare nodded before giving her a soft thank you and walking off. Pinkie watched them go before turning towards her destination. Mr.Cake “kindly” requested she go get more apples since they ran out. To no surprise to Pinkie since he had her baking back to back while also manning the cash register. You would think the smart thing to do would be to get the apples himself while she worked the bakery, but she knew that Cake only had her run this errand since she was friends with Applejack and would most likely get a discount.

At least she could get a break. No matter how small it may be.

Pinkie trotted through town, grinning at a few passersbys, and giving a brief hello to anypony she made eye contact with. All she could think about was getting back in her room, under her covers and on the phone with the only other pony that truly understood her. She felt like a dumb filly all over again, but that feeling was pretty addictive. If she stood there long enough she might’ve let out a loud booming laugh at her silly actions. Was this love? Maybe.

She really hoped so.

It didn’t take her long to reach the apple farm. She practically had the route implanted in her brain, and despite the beautiful weather, the streets were pretty much empty. From the music so loud it was vibrating below her hooves, Pinkie could tell exactly were most ponies were spending their morning. The community pool didn’t just make a good spot to cool off, but also to meet sweet and interesting ponies. Pinkie Pie would know.

She was an expert on these things.

The frizzy haired mare slowed her pace as she made her way up the beaten path. The trees surrounding her were as voluptuous as ever and made for good shade. Pinkie basked in the cool breeze that brushed along her fur, praying to Celestia that the wind wouldn’t settle.

Not just yet.

It wasn’t until she made it to the farm house that Pinkie noticed just how soaking wet she was. She could only imagine how gross she smelled covered in her sweat. Her hair was also more frizzy, making her resemble a lion more than an equine. If Rarity could see her now she would have a spasm. That thought oddly made Pinkie chuckle to herself a little.

Skipping up to the wooden door and giving it a faint tap, the mare waited in anticipation. She stood there for a good two minutes before the door finally swung open as a little filly stepped out and shut the door behind her. She had a saddle on her side and a pair of swimming goggles nested on top her red mane. She barely acknowledged Pinkie Pie.

“Hey Apple Bloom! I’m here for some apples, is AJ around?” Pinkie asked with a little too much enthusiasm. The foal barely gave her a glance as she hurried off to her barn. Did she just ignore her? This was beyond disrespectful. She was lucky Pinkie knew how to contain her emotions otherwise she would’ve went off on her. Following Apple Bloom to the barn, she asked once again with a little more authority in her voice.

“Is your sister here?”

“Yeah, yeah. She’s somewhere in the fields with Big Mac,” The filly then pointed a hoof towards a cluster of trees far off in the distance. Very descriptive. Pinkie was going to ask for more details but found that Apple Bloom had already ran off with a rubber floatie in her mouth. Taking in a deep breath, the pink mare made her way to the orchard.

It was very quiet out there. Very peaceful. Birds chirped in the trees above her head, the wind kept dancing on her skin, and the vibrant greens, whites and reds were candy to the eyes. She found herself galloping along the path. Jumping and skipping as if she landed in some majestic forest that demanded she flowed with the breeze. If Pinkie didn’t catch herself she might’ve fell into a song. Not that that would be a bad thing.

There was always time for a song.

She wondered if Augustus ever felt this way. Did he ever get this odd urge to sing just for the sake of singing? What did his singing voice sound like? Was it as deep and comforting as his regular voice? What songs did he like? Would he like her singing? These were all questions Pinkie suddenly became so obsessed with. She realized she never sang for him.

She would the moment she got home.

The pony finally spotted her friend a few feet away from her. She was out in an opening between the trees, speaking with her brother. Pinkie was about to call out to them until she noticed the way Big Mac was talking to Applejack. He was aggressive. Very aggressive and getting all in her face. Pinkie could faintly make out what he was yelling. Something about “I’m done” followed by a lot of profanity. This shocked Pinkie more than anything, since he was usually seen as a silent and gentle giant, but now he was terrifying. His big mass draped his far smaller sister in shadow and the red of his fur helped to emphasize his burning rage. Despite that, Applejack barked back at him. She stood her ground raising her voice to the same level of his own. Pinkie always admired that about her friend. The lack of any fear.

Aj spit in his face.

It had to be the worse thing she has ever done up until then, since Pinkie could just feel her sudden regret. It got quiet for all but half a second before she was hit hard in the face. Her honey body hit the ground. It echoed throughout Pinkie’s head as she slowly watched her fall.

If it were a normal day that hit would've stopped then. Big Mac would’ve fell to the ground apologizing. He would’ve helped his sister up promising to never do that ever again. He would’ve been his kind gentle self, but as if this damned heat served as a morbid warning, today wasn’t a normal day. Big Mac didn’t stop there, instead her brother got on top of her delivering more blows with his front hooves. He was pounding his metal horseshoes repetitively on her face over and over again as if she was another stallion and not his little sister.

Pinkie Pie could do nothing but watch. This couldn’t be real. He wasn’t actually beating her, he couldn’t actually be doing that. Pinkie just stood there paralysed as he kept going. She wanted to believe it was fake. That this was some joke orachstered by Rainbow Dash. It had to be. The pink mare was ready to laugh out loud. She wanted to yell “You got me!” as her friend flew out of the nearest tree wiping a tear from her eye from just from how funny this all was. But Pinkie knew better. She could tell it was all real from the blood now shooting from her friend's face.

She wasn’t seeing this. She didn’t want to believe it but before she even realized what she was doing the word left her lips and everything froze.

“Stop!” It came out as a pathetic holler.

Suddenly they were aware of her presence, and she could see the embarrassment on Applejack’s face as she scrambled to get back on her feet. As she tried not to come off as weak. Big Mac let her go. He simply looked at her, whipped his muzzle, and walk off in the opposite direction.

“Pinkie..A-ah didn’t see ya there..” Aj made a weak laugh while placing her hat back on her head. “..ya caught us at a bad time...b-but what can ah do for ya?” Her southern drawl shook against Pinkie's ear drums. Were they just going to ignore what just happened? Obviously it was something she wasn’t supposed to see, but still she should at least try to address that. How could anypony be so calm after experiencing something like that. After having her brother betray her in the way he just did.

“I need..some apples,” She quietly said. So quietly it was completely out of character, but she couldn’t help it. Her eyes were now fixated on the pulsating black eye on her friend’s once harsh but clear face. Blood streamed down Applejacks nostrils as her bottom lip was also huge and swollen. This didn’t even compare to the bruises on her chest. They were repulsive. A canvas painted with purple and blue and staining her small yellow body.

Suddenly Pinkie was finding it hard to breath. It was like air was being suctioned right out of her lungs. She was panicking. She knew was panicking and maybe this wasn’t the best time to do it. But her body made her hyperventilate as it desperate tried to breathe.

“Pinkie?”

The ground was getting closer and closer to her face. She tried to catch herself but found that the world grew more darker until she was completely consumed by it. She no longer could hear Applejack or the impact her body made with the dirt floor.

↞⧫↠

The hum of a fan woke Pinkie out of unconsciousness. It blowed dry air on her wet face, not doing much to cool her off, rather serving more as an annoyance. The mare tried to sit up but found a strike of pain pulsate through her aching head. She winced in agony. Looking at her surrounding through her blurred vision, Pinkie suddenly remembered the minutes before she passed out. Now she laid in Applejack’s empty living room, alone. She could hear clamoring coming from the kitchen and prayed it was her friend.

Trying again to lift her heavy body up, Pinkie let out a soft cry. Suddenly whatever was going on in the other room stopped. The mare held her breath as she prepared for whoever was going to show up before her. To her relief it was the warm glow of the cowmare.

“Oh thank the stars, Pinkie ya up. Ah really thought ah almost lost ya there,” Aj nervously laughed through a tray of apple juice in her beaten mouth. She placed it down on the cluttered coffee table in front of her friend. With a smile she stood there waiting for Pinkie to grab the glass. With hesitation she finally did.

“Things haven’t been the same since ah had to send Granny Smith off with my great aunt...It's what me and Big Mac were arguing about if ya still wondering,” She paused.

Pinkie didn't know how to respond, so she kept silent as she sipped her juice. “Look ah know what you saw was..shocking but ah would really appreciate it if ya didn’t tell anpony about it-”

“Why did you let him do that? I-i mean that isn’t right, Applejack. Its really, really, really wrong and..” Pinkie interjected. She couldn’t believe Applejack would want to cover this up. What just happened to her was violent. It was vile and animalistic and just beyond something any sane pony would do. Especially to the ones they are supposed to love.

“..and it's not you to just let somepony do that to you.” Applejack looked nervous as she tried to brush Pinkie Pie off. “It ain’t like that, Pinkie. Ah mean, ya wouldn’t understand since ya ain’t as close to ya family as ah am, and ah think ya should just pretend like this didn’t happen-”

“Don’t give me that! You can’t let anypony take advantage of you no matter if they’re family or not. W-we should tell Twilight. I’m sure she’ll be able to help you guys work things out,”

The front door slammed shut. Aj jumped. “So I'll get ya those apples, Pinkie,” She practically yelled, trying to act as normal as ever and as if they weren’t just discussing punishing her brother for beating her face in. She had fear in her eyes. Something so foreign for her once strong-minded friend. In a hurry Applejack headed for the door, Leaving Pinkie alone in the house with that monster.

His hoofsteps were loud and heavy.

Big Mac leaned against the living room door frame. He had his eyes fixated on Pinkie’s small body. She could see the rage still in his eyes, and if it wasn’t for the pain in her forehead she would’ve gotten up and left. She still could. She really should.

“Ya really shouldn’t stick that nose in places it shouldn’t be. Might get ya hurt if you be catching my drift,” His voice was so low and terrifying. It rumbled in his throat and left his lips like smoke from a dragon. Pinkie needed to bite her tongue and just keep shut. This honestly wasn’t her place to just butt in and like Aj said; she should just pretend like she didn’t see anything. It was easy. Pinkie was good at pretending.

But the image of her friend’s face being pummeled in the ground and hearing her whimpers as she haphazardly tried to get him to stop just filled Pinkie’s mind. It wouldn’t be right to just ignore this. She couldn’t just sit by and “pretend” that he wasn’t a violent meanie.

“And you really shouldn’t be beating up on your sister. What happened to family being one of the most important things in life? Huh? Did you suddenly forget about all of that because you’re upset about your grandma?” She should stop here. Just leave it there and get out. Forget the apples. By the look of the placement of the sun it was already afternoon anyways, so she was probably already in trouble with the Cakes.

Why risk getting hurt?

“That’s pathetic! And horrible! You’re just a big ol’ horrible bully, and just you wait until I tell the others. Oh boy Twilight will have your flank on a platter!” Pinkie was screaming at him. Why was she screaming? If Augustus saw her now he would tell her to calm down and think things through. Shouting doesn’t make your point anymore clear than presenting it in a normal and polite manner. She was getting too hyped and needed to relax.

Deep breaths Pinkie Pie.

Big Mac didn’t look so happy either. He didn’t even respond. Barely reacting to anything she was saying. His head was held high as he glared at her. He suddenly appeared a few feet taller as Pinkie felt the anger just radiating off of him. Now was a good time to leave. Getting on her hooves, Pinkie headed towards the front door only for him to block the way. She tried to wingle between him, but he didn’t budge.

“P-please move,” She attempted to demand in the most authoritative tone she could muster. He didn’t lift not even a muscle.

That’s fine. So he wasn’t cooperating.

Pinkie turned to head out the back door but was stopped by a tug on her tail. He lifted her by her behind before slamming her violently down on the wooden floor. Pinkie whimpered in pain from the sudden action. It felt like he shattered every bone in her body. She really needed to get out now. The pink mare pulled her tail free as she tried to get away from him. He got even more close, bit down on her neck, holding her place.

“Let me go you meanie, let me go now!” The mare went crazy kicking and screaming. Pounding her hooves on the ground like a foal having a tantrum and straining her vocal cords trying to persuade him to stop and gain anyone’s attention. He didn’t stop, though, and instead spread her hind legs open. “I said let me go!” Pinkie threw her head back knocking him in the jaw as he let go of her neck. Seizing the moment of freedom, Pinkie sprung to action, galloping towards the front door. Big Mac, though slightly hurt, still managed to catched up to her. Tackling her down and dragging her back towards the living room. “No, no stop.” Pinkie plead as she desperately tried to grab a hold of anything to prevent him from moving her further. Her body ached from the tackle and her eyes started to water as she wondered why Applejack was taking so long.

“Get off!”

He flipped her over and climbed on top. Pressing his weight against her torso and leaving her practically paralyzed. Pinkie could only squirmed beneath him as she prepared for stallion to beat on her like her did Aj. She closed her eyes and awaited for his hard hooves to make impact with her face, but it never came.

It was quiet for what felt like eternity. Only his harsh breathing filled the silent room. It was dry and deep and had this faint hiss that reminded the filly of the crack of a fire. Pinkie was tempted to take a peek at what was going on. Was he reconsidering hurting her? Maybe her words did get to him. It just had to. Big Mac still had to have that kind nature in him. Everypony has a rough day, and Pinkie Pie was willing to forgive him if he stopped now.

He didn’t.

Something damp and slithery pressed against her stomach. She wasn’t a dummy. Often blissfully unaware and sometimes naive, but she wasn’t a dummy. She knew what was touching her and what would happen if she didn’t do something. She had to do something but what? How was she going to stop him? She had no fight left in her, she could barely lift a hoof without feeling like she was using up all her energy. Maybe he would have some sympathy if he knew just how much she didn’t want this.

She really didn’t want this, not now and not by him.

“P-please..please don’t,” She spat out through broken tears. Her nose was running as her face flushed a furious red. Her whole expression seemed to cave in on itself as she let out loud hideous cries. Big Mac didn’t even flinch. He still pressed his shaft against the entrance of her marehood. He still got down real close to her muzzle as he stared her in her drenched face. He still thrusted his way inside her causing the most deafening wail to escape her lips.

Her pink face fell pale as suddenly Pinkie was hit with a rush of adrenaline. Her body was kicked into fight or flight as she once again tried to push him off her. Out of her. She just needed him to stop, but he kept going. Pulling out only to harshly shove back in. This pain was unfathomable as Pinkie never ever thought mating would feel like this. She knew that when the time was right for two ponies who loved each other to finalize their love, that they would agree to this. Enjoy it and enjoy each others bodies. She imagined several times mating with Augustus. She saw them dancing in the sheets, embracing their warm bodies and just holding each other at the end of it all. Knowing that they had each other and nothing would come between that.

But now she was ruined. Big Mac was taking her by force and she was helpless to do anything. She kept screaming for Applejack. She knew her friend would help her, she just knew if she screamed loud and long enough Applejack would burst through the door and pull him off of her. She would hold her and tell her everything would be alright, and she would punish this meanie. She just needed to keep screaming. Aj would hear her soon enough. They were friends and friendship never fails.

Aj wouldn’t fail her.

The red stallion grunted in pleasure as continued to invade her body. Drooling like a horny dog, seeming to lose his mind in the blend of pleasure and her screams. He was getting close. Pinkie could feel him tensing up and picking up speed.

She was on the verge of another panic attack. There had to be a way for her to somehow wiggle her lower body free. She couldn’t have him finish in her. Not with what would happen if he did. Her life would officially be over if he-

She didn’t even want to think about that.

Big Mac was now going crazy with his thrusts, hurting her more in his attempt to go deeper and deeper regardless of him already hitting her limit. He was already stretching her out despite only having half his length inside her.

‘N-no!..don’t do this-”

He harshly placed a hoof over her mouth. Getting down and whispering in her ear, “Shut the fuck up before ah shove my hoof down your throat,”. It was cold and mean. It was something she just wasn’t used to hearing. No pony would be so cruel. Why would he do this to her. Why would he say that, and why did she have to happen upon him beating his sister. If only she was home. If only today wasn’t so suddenly hot.

Pinkie couldn’t help herself then. The waterworks were becoming too unbearable that she couldn’t see anything around her. It was like dunking her head in chlorine filled water. Everything was just a blur of a form and maybe it was for the best. This way she didn’t have to see his face. She could just lay there and take it.

It wasn’t soon after that she felt the hot goo fill her guts. He finally stopped his humping and now just laid panting on top of her. Pinkie never felt so disgusted in her life. She also never felt this overbearing feeling of wanting to die. She really prayed for death or to just float away or anything. Anything but this.

It wouldn’t be a few more minutes before he finally pulled out and got up. Dick wobbling between his hind legs as he stood. He now looked satisfied with that face you make after a good meal. His red fur helped to cover her blood on him, but it was a different story for Pinkie. Her whole under belly was a mess. A gross sperm-filled, bloody mess.

“Wash her up and get her outta my house.” He barked.

Pinkie began sobbing all over again as she realized who he was talking to. Applejack stood at the front door. She just stood there for what had to be the past few minutes. She saw it all. She saw him hurt her. She heard Pinkie screaming, begging, pleading with him. She heard her crying for her. Crying to be saved, yet all she did was stand there. She let this happen. She let him hurt her.

How could she see her friend in desperate need, and just do nothing?

Author's Note

So this is it! I wrote it all today so it might feel rushed in some areas but I really needed to get it out of my head and on the page. I feel like Pinkie is sightly out of character. Am I the only one who thinks that?

I should just watch more episodes of the show just to make sure and grab a good grasp of how she behaves.

I plan to have chapter 2 out soon. If i spent all day tomorrow writing like I did today I might have it then XD.