The First Time

“Uh…pardon?” Applejack asked. She took a hoof and cleaned her ear out, much as someone does when they cannot believe what just tumbled out of someone else’s mouth. She thought she heard the profanity tinged interrogative statement, but wasn’t quite sure. After all, Rainbow Dash and she had been friends for so long! The Pegasus wouldn’t dare pry into her privacy…would she?

“You heard me, AJ,” Dash said with a wry smile, “have you ever been fucked? Since it’s truth or dare, you have to either answer truthfully, or allow me to take certain liberties with you.”

“Alright, alright,” Applejack said, not wishing to be violated in front of her friends, “I’ll tell y’all. But you’ve gotta promise that it NEVER leaves the room!”

“Yeah, yeah, we promise,” Dash said on forceful behalf of everypony else, considering that they’d rather be doing just about anything else at that moment.

Applejack sighed and began. “Okay, y’all, it happened when I’s just a little thing, probably around Apple Bloom’s age. My parents had just passed on to that great apple farm beyond. My brother and I cried so hard, Granny Smith thought we were gonna float off on a river of tears. Apple Bloom was still in diapers, and Big Mac and I had to help take care of her…”

“It’s yer turn to change her!” Applejack pouted as she sat down and pointed her nose away from Big Mac. She just couldn’t understand the lapse in her brother’s normally sufficient memory. From the smell of things, Apple Bloom had followed the path of every baby before her yet again. Her entire room reeked, and she needed changing. The issue was that her older siblings were both concretely structured into their own recollections of just who had performed the last task.

“Naw, it’s yer turn!” Big Mac thundered, “I remember changin’ her the last time!”

“No, it’s yer turn!”

“No, it’s yer’s!”

“Yer’s!”

“Yer’s!”

“Land sakes alive, what’s goin’ on up here?!” Granny Smith asked as she trotted up the stairs. Her greying mane was done up in a bun, and she wore a bright green apron with three apples dotting the front. It became apparent that she’d been downstairs cooking dinner when she heard the fighting.

“It ain’t my turn to change Apple Bloom, it’s his!” Applejack accused, pointing her small hoof in Big Mac’s direction. “He’s just too stubborn to admit it!”

“I ain’t stubborn!” Big Mac snapped, “yer just forgetful! Why, yer more forgetful than Derpy Hooves on a GOOD day!”

Applejack growled. She knew of the clumsy filly and her habit of getting into trouble, but she certainly never wished to be compared to her. She also didn’t like the sparkle in her brother’s eye when he uttered the mean comment. She found it to be needlessly bullying, not only her, but also poor Derpy. The grey filly got enough of it at school on a daily basis.

“Don’t you dare go mockin’ Derpy!” Applejack growled, “she’s a nice pony!”

“Hm, I don’t care how nice she is, she’s still just Derpy.”

Applejack gave Big Mac a murderous look, but Granny stopped her from doing any damage. “Land o’ Goshen, kids! To think that yer parents were such amazin’ souls. They certainly wouldn’t approve of such fightin’ and cantankerousness. I don’t know this Derpy filly, but Big Mac, yer Daddy taught ya better than to go about makin’ remarks behind ponies’ backs, didn’t he?”

“Yes, ma’am…”

“And Applejack, yer Mama taught ya better than to holler at yer brother, didn’t she?”

“Yes, ma’am…”

“Now, as far as changin’ little Apple Bloom is concerned, I think you BOTH should do it. It’ll help teach y’all some teamwork.”

The two young ponies respectfully nodded and trotted off to care for their baby sister. Neither of them were very keen on Granny’s verdict, but they knew better than to back sass an elder. They had been raised right, and knew what respect was and how to give and get it. It certainly did them no good to question their superiors. All it would give them was a whipping. They each gritted their teeth and rubbed their rumps in fear of the painful punishment. Even though they realized that they had done the right thing, some part of their mind registered uncomfortableness.

When they had finished the rather unpleasant necessity, they tossed the old diaper in the trash and proceeded to coo and coddle their sister to sleep. They each held a deep love and admiration for the tiny filly, and would do anything to protect her. Their parents’ recent passing had left deep scars on both of their young hearts, and they felt very close to their sister. Applejack bent down and grasped the small comforter in her teeth, gingerly pulling it over the now gently slumbering baby.

“I love you, Apple Bloom,” she said, kissing her cheek, “don’t ya ever forget that.”

“Come on, AJ,” Big Mac said, “let’s leave her be.”

CRACK!

A sudden thud of what sounded like a window smacking against the house woke Applejack. She cursed the noise, making plain that she did not like having her dreams interrupted. She was having a wonderful time within her own mind, bucking apples to her heart’s content. She would then take these apples and make tin after tin of delicious apple pie. It was truly an apple farmer’s Valhalla, and she was not too pleased about being yanked from there by something so randomly ridiculous.

She slowly got up from her bed and muttered to herself about “the damn wind” and “the damn rain” and just about anything else she could complain of. She put four small slippers on her hooves and lit a candle. The saucer that the wax dripped onto held a small handle, perfect for her mouth to grasp onto. She maneuvered in mouse like fashion through the hallways towards the source of the loud interruption. She gasped when she realized that the sound had come from her baby sister’s room, and she went a little faster. She arrived in front of Apple Bloom’s door, and silently took a breath, preparing herself for whatever lay on the other side.

Alright, Applejack, she told herself, just open the door and peek inside. Apple Bloom’s gonna be alright…

She gulped and creaked the door open, wincing at every last squeak of the hinges. She made a mental note to oil them as soon as possible, and then peered into the room. Moonlight shone through the now open window, and she looked over towards her sister’s crib. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw a small bundle up under the covers. She slowly trotted over, trying not to wake the sleeping filly. She peeked through the bars and smiled through her teeth. Then, she set the candle on the changing table and slowly peeled the blanket back…and gasped when she saw that her sister had been replaced with a small sack of potatoes!

Her mouth fell to the floor, and then she heard a whooshing noise. She snapped around, ready to fight whoever had intruded into the home. She growled and pawed a hoof at the ground, trying to put up a show of force. “Alright!” She thundered, “whoever’s done gone and broke the window and stolen my baby sister, you’d better come out NOW!”

Suddenly, a good size Pegasus stallion came into the light. The wind that whipped into the room ruffled his mane, and he smiled down at the filly. He seemed harmless, but then Applejack saw that he carried her sister, bound and gagged, on his back. She went insane and attacked the stallion, swiping at him furiously with sharp hooves. She was pleased when she managed to draw a small trickle of blood.

“Ow! Hey! Stop!” The stallion exclaimed, “do you want me to get caught?!”

“No, I thought I’d just let ya make off with my baby sister,” Applejack said in a voice dripping with sarcasm and hatred, “what the hell did ya think I was gonna do?!”

“Ooo…such naughty language from such a small filly,” the stallion chuckled, “you know…you’re kinda cute.”

“I swear, if you lay one hoof nail on me-“

“Oh, don’t worry, young one. I won’t hurt you. It’s your sweet sister that I’m after.”

Applejack growled and gritted her teeth. “Why, may I ask, are ya so interested in Apple Bloom?”

“She’s one of the hottest baby fillies in all of Equestria,” the stallion responded as if it were business as usual, “our market research shows that we can take this kind of filly and turn her into a complete slut! Then, we can sell her body and make MILLIONS of bits!”

“You rotten, disgusting, evil pony!” Applejack declared.

“Thank you for the compliments,” the stallion sneered.

Applejack nearly attacked him again, but then remembered that her first one hadn’t exactly been lethal. Then, a plan came to her mind. Perhaps she might be able to replace Apple Bloom with another, older, and much more capable filly. So, she backed away from the stallion and looked him dead in the eye.

“How ‘bout I cut y’all a deal?” She asked.

“What kind of a deal?”

“If I go with ya, and y’all teach me the ways of the slut, and then I work for ya, you leave my baby sister alone.”

“HA!” The stallion laughed, “you?! One of OUR sluts?! No, no, no, no, it won’t work. See, we only accept infant entries, and then train them from the moment they can trot. Apple Bloom will make a terrific slut, and there’s nothing you, or anypony else can do to stop us! Oh, by the way, if you go to the law about this, we’ll find you…and kill you. Simple as that.”

Applejack quickly molded together a new plan, and presented it to the stallion. “Alright, since y’all won’t take me…why don’t you and I fuck right now?”

“Fuck? Oh, you silly filly, you probably don’t even know how!”

“Wanna bet?!” Applejack asked.

She then crouched and moved her tail aside, showing off her prized possessions. Her pussy glistened in the moonlight, ready and willing to mate to protect her sister. The anus that rested above it was just as glorious. It puckered and invited the stallion in, and he just couldn’t resist. If there was one thing he considered a weakness, it was a beautiful filly that wanted something more than just candy or a hug. He felt his cock unsheathe itself and become as hard as stone. It throbbed in agonizing want, and he just couldn’t take it anymore. Every beat of his heart sent pain shooting through his sensitive organ. Veins bulged along the shaft, and he gritted his teeth as he remembered just how large it could get.

He managed to waddle over and set the baby back in her crib before mounting Applejack. The filly didn’t like how rough he was with her, but she reminded herself that this was for her sister. She felt him press into her vaginal folds, trying to locate the hole that would unlock the door to pleasure for them both. He finally found it and shoved inside, earning a screech from his willing victim. He also noticed blood pour from her tight box, and then deduced that she was a virgin. While he knew that this would be fun, he also realized it would be quick. He needed to make an escape as soon as she had her orgasm.

He began pumping in and out of her, loving every last squeal she gave. Her voice rebounded off the ceiling and the walls, coming back and completely dominating his ears. He wouldn’t have had it any other way. He bent over her head and began to rut her violently, blood and cum pouring out with every single thrust. It stained the floor, his cock, her pussy, and both of their bodies. He felt his old lust for older fillies return, and he was determined to impregnate this one. He had failed with so many others, and he wanted his lineage to continue.

He bent down and whispered. “I’m gonna knock you the fuck up.”

“Oh, no ya ain’t,” the strong filly responded, “because I can’t get pregnant yet.”

“UGH!” The stallion shouted, and then screamed as he began thrusting harder than ever. He even picked up a nearby piece of wood and shoved it into Applejack’s mouth to punish her. But she simply spat it out and asked him if that was the best he could do. His pounding was relentless, and his words were cruel and humiliating. He called her every last embarrassing name in the book, but it only served to turn her on even more. Even though it was her first time, she knew what she liked. She’d secretly watched her brother rut a filly and do the same thing, and she wanted it to happen to her.

When the time for climax came, she bent backward and took his entire member deep inside her vagina. She squealed with happiness and victory, cumming all over his crotch in the process. She felt him pulsate even further and then begin his own release, spraying foal making liquid inside her and coating her walls like paint. She panted and slowly got off of him, eliciting small moans from her one-time partner. She then slammed him against the floor and smiled.

“Remember that whole thing ‘bout not goin’ to the police and such?” She asked.

He nodded, knowing he was in no position to escape and that his lust had finaly gotten the better of him.

“Welp, we’re goin’ and yer gonna sit right over here ‘til we get back. Yer operation’s been exposed, and you foalnappers will NEVER get out of prison. I’ll see to that.”

With those words, she thoroughly tied him to a chair, gagged him with another rope, and trotted off, wincing a bit. She was in a good deal of pain, and her rump was more sore than she could ever remember. But she had protected Apple Bloom. That was what mattered. Now, she could return to her normal life, safe in the knowledge that her beloved baby sister was experiencing peace once again.

The ponies looked at Applejack in shock as she finished her story and smiled. She noticed the looks they gave her, and chuckled. “Heh, surprisin’, ain’t it?”

“You’re not whistlin’ Dixie, sister,” Pinkie responded.

“Wow, Applejack!” Twilight exclaimed, now thoroughly awake, “I had no idea you dealt with such thugs and ruffians back in the day.”

“You don’t know the half of it, Twi,” Applejack said, “a couple months later, two of them morons came back and tried again!”

“But didn’t the police arrest all of them?” Starlight asked.

“Yeah, but they’d managed to pass on their philosophy to some more evil ponies. The next thing I knew, I’s runnin’ a mare and a stallion out of Apple Bloom’s room!”

“Did you fuck them…or…get fucked by them?” Rainbow asked.

“I fucked the mare hard,” Applejack admitted, “slammed a fake cock in her right up to the hilt. She was in so much pain afterwards, that she was easy pickin's for the law. Big Mac beat up the stallion, and then turned him over to me. I rode him so hard that he wouldn’t stop cummin’. He got scared and ran off, lickin’ his wounds.”

“Good grief, darling!” Rarity said, “it sounds as if you had quite the fillyhood.”

“Oh, yeah,” Applejack responded, “it was sure somethin’.”