Primary Words - Buy Some Apples!

Click, the shutter closed.

"M.....mph," mumbled Apple Bloom, arching her body into an unfamiliar, provocative pose, holding it for just a moment before letting herself relax to ensure that the camera captured her form perfectly. She sighed, feeling as if she had just sold her soul.

She slowly trotted over to her computer and saw the photo she had just taken of herself in the dark room, her ass pointed at the camera, her head turned back in an almost confused expression. She hated it, she thought she looked ugly, that this was a stupid, embarrassing idea, but knew it was the only way.

With determination, she clicked publish.

"Hey Apple Bloom, wanna go out on a date with me?" she heard Rumble ask, her brain flashing back to earlier in the day at the Ponyville market. Her past self sighed in apathy and hidden disgust.

"No, Rumble," she answered plainly. "Ah don't like you like that." The colt already knew this, he had asked practically every week for the past few months, but its like he expected something to change.

"O...Oh," he stuttered in response, getting out some bits. "Well, I'll still buy some of your apples, okay?"

"Thanks," she sighed, staring off to the side to avoid eye contact. "Yer the only one who buys em, y'know." This news made Rumbles heart beat a bit faster. Even though he knew that Apple Bloom probably wouldn't fuck him, it felt good to know he was financially supporting her. If he got lucky, maybe she'd feel guilty eventually...

"Oh, well, yours taste better than Applejacks!" he quickly sputtered, quick to (badly) hide his simping. Apple Bloom rolled her eyes and didn't even respond, glancing over to her older sister's much more popular apple stand. When he realized she wasn't going to say anything else, he sheepishly began to leave, muttering a barely-audible "bye" to his hapless crush.

Apple Bloom let out an even heavier sigh. She was trying her best, but ponies just weren't receptive to her apple stand.

"Excuse me, little miss?" came a heavy male voice that took the young foal by surprise. She quickly turned to face the voice, now revealed to belong to Doctor Whooves.

"U...Uh, yes?" she stammered.

"You're having a little trouble raising money, aren't you?" he chuckled. "Bad business with the apples? You know, it's not really safe for fillies out on the streets these days. Little foals are disappearing. Somepony's doing somethin' nasty."

"Um, well, ah can take care'uh mahself, and it's not really yer business, mister," she spoke, her head arched up cutely to face the stallion.

He felt his dick twitch a bit, just staring at her tight foal ass. He breathed out heavily as his mind was flooded with thoughts of ramming his long, thick cock straight into her tiny pussy.

"You know," he laughed through his breath. "There is another way you could make some bits."

"Oh yeah?" asked Apple Bloom. "How's that?"

Rumble could barely believe what he was seeing.

There it was, right in front of him, on his computer screen. Apple Bloom's ass on display, pointed right at him, her face slightly tilted to face him. He audibly moaned, unable to contain himself, caught off guard by seeing his crush in such a lewd position. Blood rushed to his penis, enlarging it faster than he could comprehend, and he crumbled to the ground, still moaning in pleasure before he even touched his cock.

"A...Apple Bloom!" he huffed, rubbing his hoof against his shaft. His eyes began to tear up as his mind was completely blanketed by arousal. "Oh, Apple Bloom, you fucking slut!"

He began to rub faster and faster and buck his hips as his cock became harder than it ever had before, trying to reach further than was physically possible. He moaned out again, a bit of whiny, puny colt anger in his voice.

"Oh, it's not FAIR!" he cried out, nearing his climax. His eyes caught a glimpse of her ass again, her slutty, smug face. In his mind, he imagined ramming his cock into her ass harder and harder, raping the filly until she begged him to stop. "It's not FAIR! Why won't you FUCK ME???"

Rumble screamed as he shot jizz from his dick, cumming more than he ever had before. He continued to moan and sob in pleasure as his mind pulsed happiness and serotonin, his sensitive, limp penis feeling worthy of further massage.

As she saw the bits pile into her account, Apple Bloom really started to feel dirty.

"WAIT! PLEASE! I DON'T WANNA DIE!!!" shrieked Toola Roola, terrified, as she pissed herself, a stream of warm liquid pouring from her pulsing, tight pussy. Her voice broke in all kinds of ways in a shrill panic, moments from death. Before she could even react, a knife slashed across her throat, severing her vocal cords and causing a geyser of blood to shoot from her neck. She coughed and sputtered in agony, struggling to move.

The knife, controlled by magic, whipped across the air, which flicked most of the blood off. What little remained found its way to the tongue of a hooded unicorn mare in the room as she brought the knife to her mouth, savoring the sweet taste of filly death. She laughed gutturally, tossing the knife to the side in a flourish. She approached the filly, kicking her to the floor as she struggled to keep conscious.

"Oh, little one," she spoke calmly, amidst the gasps of the little foal, "You understand this was for a reason, right? All ponies die. It's the way of life."

Toola Roola squeaked and sobbed, a few final drops of urine squeezing their way out of her vagina. Her little mind could barely process what was happening right now. Just this morning, everything was okay. She was safe. Her life was good. Then suddenly, she was kidnapped, brought somewhere she didn't recognized, tortured, and was now about to die. In her final moments, she felt pain, agony, and confusion, as the white light enveloped her. The hooded mare laughed again as she saw the body go limp. She walked through the door to the balcony, facing the sky, continuing to let her hearty laugh bellow through the streets below.

"What's next, boss?" she spoke eagerly to nobody apparent in particular, her hood flapping in the wind.