OnlyApples

"So guess what happened next, Lyra!" asked Bon Bon eagerly, with a hint of nervousness to her voice. Though asking your wife to engage in conversation on a daily basis didn't seem like something that should be necessary in a healthy relationship, she found an increasing need to make sure Lyra was paying attention when she was talking to her.

Lyra, who was a bit distracted, staring off to the side and lost in some sort of ethereal moment, did not respond. Bon Bon whimpered softly, quickly brushing her hair a bit. Was...she getting ugly? She decided to push again, feigning excitement in her voice.

"Lyra, guess what happened next!"

This time, it worked, and Lyra was snapped out of her trance.

"Oh, uh, I dunno. What happened next, Bon Bon?" she responded in a rather dead tone. Bon Bon's heart sank a little.

"I....I mean, its kind of obvious, if you were paying attention...it was more of a....well, anyway, I got the discount," she muttered. Lyra sighed heavily in response.

"Look, you can't expect me to hang on every little word you say, okay?" she spoke in a rather annoyed tone. "I'm sorry I wasn't paying complete attention."

"It's okay," replied Bon Bon quietly, her eyes now looking to the pavement off to the side. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"So what did you get a discount on? I don't even remember what you were shopping for."

Bon Bon blinked.

"Our anniversary dinner tomorrow."

"Holy CELESTIA!" exclaimed Sweetie Belle.

"Fuck, Apple Bloom, you really hauled in the dough!" laughed Scootaloo.

"Thanks y'all," giggled Apple Bloom, notably now with a face full of makeup. Only a week since starting her web service, which she had dubbed "OnlyApples", she was now richer than several adults in Ponyville, including Cheerilee, her teacher. She had fully embraced her persona, now, and regularly wore makeup out of the house - Applejack, who was stuck in the stone age or some shit, rejected the use of computers, and Granny Smith thought they were hippogriff sorcery, so her own family was none the wiser.

Several meters away, Rumble struggled to control his raging boner on the school playground, staring at Apple Bloom waving her ass around with a caked-up face. He had a rather large cock for a colt of his age, and several other young fillies stared dreamily at it and giggled. Petunia Paleo, the light blue archeologist cutie, headed the bunch, and had the courage to actually approach Rumble.

"H...hey, Rumble," she spoke cutely. "How's it going?"

Rumble felt like he was about to pass out from blood loss; he was stumbling almost, barely able to keep upright.

"Oh, uh, fine, Petunia," he sighed weakly. Apple Bloom twisted her waist a little in the distance, causing Rumble to audibly moan and his cock to bounce forward a bit. Petunia licked her lips as she noticed the shaft, imaging herself filled by its girth and rammed up her little filly pussy. She blushed, and leaned up against Rumble.

"Y'know, I had a little trouble with my math homework. I was wondering if you could..." she spoke as calmly as she could, batting her eyes, hoping to appear more attractive.

"Oh, uh...heh....sorry, Petunia," spoke Rumble, still in a trance, immediately seeing through her. "You're not Apple Bloom, so I don't wanna fuck you."

Petunia was taken aback, tears filling her eyes, as she ran off sobbing, devoid of foal cock. She ran past her friends and off the schoolyard. Life was just so unfair.

"...AND IT'S LIKE YOU DON'T EVEN CARE ANYMORE!" shrieked Bon Bon, sobbing through her words, making a huge scene in the middle of Ponyville.

Lyra had zoned out again, and missed like half of that. She hoped Bon Bon would keep talking, so she could have something to latch on to. The few seconds of silence indicated that she wouldn't keep talking. Fuck. Generic response time.

"I'm sorry, dear," sighed Lyra, reciting a script in her head. "I will do better next time."

"YOU ALWAYS SAY THAT!" cried Bon Bon. "LYRA, I LOVE YOU! I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU, YOU HAVE INFINITE CHANCES, OKAY? You don't need to TELL me you'll do better! It doesn't MATTER to me what you do! All I care about is if YOU'RE happy! AND YOU DON'T SEEM HAPPY! JUST TELL ME WHAT I CAN DO! I'LL DO ANYTHING!"

"Sweetie," Lyra replied calmly. "You're making a scene."

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT!" replied Bon Bon, now a bit angry. It took Lyra a second to catch on.

"...Huh? What...oh, no, no, I wasn't calling you Sweetie DROPS, I was just saying Sweetie like as in-"

"I'M FUCKING SORRY THAT I LIED, OKAY?" Bon Bon cried. "BUT AFTER I TOLD YOU MY REAL NAME OR WHATEVER, WE AGREED TO PUT ALL OF THAT BEHIND US! BUT NOW YOU-"

Lyra stopped listening, as she suddenly got a psychic message from someone way more important to her than Bon Bon.

There's a foal on the loose.

"Really?" replied Lyra to thin air. Bon Bon was taken aback.

Yes. Southbound from the schoolhouse. Move quickly to intercept.

"Got it," nodded Lyra, a small smile on her face. Bon Bon's pupils shrunk and her heart sank.

"W...Who the fuck are you talking to?" she asked, emotionlessly, completely defeated.

"Bon Bon, I'm gonna have to rain check on the, uh, what did you call it? Anniversary? Let's try again next time."

"B...But..."

"See ya."

Lyra bounded off in the opposite direction. Bon Bon blinked a few times, not even reacting.

"Okay," she said calmly to herself. "It's okay. She'll...be back tomorrow. I'll just...make her breakfast. That'll cheer her up."

"Thanks fer helpin' me knock down all these apples!" said Applejack to Rainbow Dash, the sun setting behind them. "Ah couldn't have got it done without ye!"

"No sweat!" replied Rainbow Dash, sweating. "I'm ALWAYS down to help you, AJ!" Applejack chuckled in response.

"Now, why exactly is that?" she asked. Rainbow Dash blushed.

"N...No reason!"

"Riiiiight," laughed Applejack. "Anyway, Ah'll see y'all tommorow."

"Hey, uh Applejack?" asked Rainbow Dash, after a few moments of awkward silence.

"Yes, Rainbow Dash?"

"Can I ask you a rather...personal question?"

Applejack narrowed her eyes and smiled.

"Sure, Rainbow."

"Um...are you comfortable with..."

"Yes....?"

"....what your sister's doing?"

Applejack blinked. What? Oh god damn it. That wasn't what she was expecting at all. She let out a heavy sigh.

"What are y'talkin about, Dash?" she asked, disappointed that her in-all-but-name marefriend still didn't have the balls to make a real move.

"Wait...you don't know?" replied Rainbow Dash, a bit taken aback.

"What...do I not know?" spoke Applejack, now getting more nervous and curious. Dash gulped.

"Come on over to the library....where we can use a computer," she said.

Petunia shrieked in agony as the final stake was dug into her remaining free hoof. She sobbed and yanked her body around as much as she could, but she was now pinned down by all four limbs.

"PLEASE DON'T KILL ME," she sobbed, her voice breaking, her mind barely able to comprehend she was bargaining for her life right now.

The hooded mare above her laughed.

"This is SO HOT," laughed Scootaloo, as she watched with Sweetie Belle as Apple Bloom posed in several poses in front of her camera. "And you get PAID for this?"

"Yup!" smiled Apple Bloom. "It was all awkward n'such at first, but now, ah don't really mind the attention. And I even get to see who's payin' to see me!"

"Oh, that sounds FUNNY!" giggled Sweetie Belle.

"Come see!" Apple Bloom motioned her friends over and they began reading off the names.

"Fluttershy...Pokey Pierce...."

"Diamond Tiara...Rumble...."

"Braeburn...haha, gross!"

"Rainbow Dash, Appl-"

Apple Bloom's eyes grew wide and she stood dead in her tracks.

"Oh fuck."