OnlyApples

"Ah get it," spoke Apple Bloom quietly.

"NO, y'all DON'T!" shouted Applejack angrily. "This ain't a fuckin' GAME, Apple Bloom! Y'all can't DO this! Y'ere full of POTENTIAL!"

"Ah didn't THINK it was a game," growled Apple Bloom, finally finding some ground in the argument. "Ah don't PLAY games! Ah was tryn'a make some bits for the farm! That's mah whole PROBLEM! You still see me as just a filly!"

"You ARE just a filly! And now all of Ponyville is starin' at your ass! Y'realize nopony will ever see you the same? Y'ever think of the long term consequences of somethin' like this???"

"Ah just thought that-"

"Y'thought WRONG, Apple Bloom! Like you ALWAYS do! You're a fuckin' RETARD!"

"Applejack, ah..."

"SHUT the fuck up! Get that ridiculous shit off yer face, NOW! Lookin' like Rarity on a late night! If Mom could see you..."

Apple Bloom began to tear up.

"Now, y'didn't have to go an' bring up Mom!" she whined. Applejack was silent in response, starting to tear up herself. She found herself breaking eye contact with her little sister.

"Ah'm....sorry," she spoke quietly. Apple Bloom blinked.

"Me too," the young pony responded after another moment of silence and reflection. The two sat, not looking at each other. A few drops of water fell outside.

"Hey, uh, did you know that some fillies from my class have gone missing?" asked Apple Bloom, breaking the silence again.

"Yeah," responded Applejack. "T' be honest, it's a lil' scary. What was that blue lil' filly's name?"

"Petunia," answered Apple Bloom.

"What a sweet name."

"Ah wonder why ponies take fillies like me."

"The same reason they pay for pictures of you."

"Are the ponies who pay for pictures of me...bad?"

"Yes, Apple Bloom. They don't care about you, y'see?" Applejack sighed, turning away from her sister. "Trust me, all they see when y'all put on your makeup an' wave yer ass in front of the camera is a vulnerable, dumb lil' filly. And evil ponies...they like that."

Apple bloom shuddered a bit. "E...Evil?"

"Trust me," spoke Applejack plainly. "They are."

There was another moment of silence.

"Ah hope Petunia is doing okay," sighed Apple Bloom.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

"Ah'm sure she's fine," responded Applejack confidently. Apple Bloom smiled a bit.

"Y'think so?" she asked.

"W...Well, uh, sure," said Applejack, faking a smile.

"Will...you tell Granny about all this?" asked Apple Bloom nervously. Applejack chuckled.

"Naw, y'all don't have to worry about that. Just get that makeup off yer face, okay? Y'seriously look ridiculous."

"Thanks, sis," whispered Apple Bloom, smiling warmly.

Bon Bon lay motionless on the kitchen floor, among broken glass and china. A small trail of blood ran from her cheek. She had been laying there for two hours.

Earlier, Lyra had woken up, though by "earlier" it would be more accurate to say "relatively earlier", because her wife had actually woken up at around 1pm. Because so much time had passed, the breakfast Bon Bon had worked for hours on had gone cold, but she was able to re-make the more complex dishes in a hurry while re-heating what was left. She tried her best to present it in the most casual way possible, but Lyra had brushed most of it aside, saying that she wasn't hungry. She took a bite of a muffin, had called it disgusting, and thrown it up on the floor, calling Bon Bon a horrible chef and a horrible wife.

Bon Bon had tried her hardest to control her emotions at this point, but couldn't help sobbing a bit at how hard she was working with so little payoff, which resulted in Lyra complaining about how emotional she was being. Bon Bon couldn't stop the tears, so Lyra had shoved her, knocking her into a table, breaking some plates and cutting her cheek. She had been laying on the ground motionless ever since, with Lyra leaving without so much as a word.

A single tear dripped from her eye. She sniffed, the first sound she had made since falling to the ground. Slowly, she began to pick herself up.

Dinner, she thought. I'll just have to make a really nice dinner for her.

"W...Wh...a??? WHERE'S TONIGHT'S UPDATE?" squealed Rumble in dismay, his voice cracking. He started sobbing, desperately refreshing OnlyApples.

Much to his further chagrin, after a further refresh, the entire page disappeared.

"NO!!!!!!!" he shrieked, with as much fear and agony as a colt having his balls ripped off. Panicking, he pressed back on his browser, finding a few images in his cache, feverishly screenshotting them. Tears streaming down his face, he looked for his favorite picture, where her ass, vagina, and face were all visible....FUCK! It wasn't cached!!!

"THUNDERLANE!!!! PLEASE HELP!!!!" he screamed helplessly.

"Holy fuck, does your brother ever shut up?" breathed Dusty Gust heavily, with Thunderlane's cock ramming in and out of her downstairs.

"Oh, it's just his stupid filly crush," sighed Thunderlane through pumps. "I'll go help him after this." Dusty Gust blinked, a bit confused.

"After...what? You aren't gonna cuddle me after this?" she asked.

Thunderlane blasted cum into her vagina, screaming in pleasure.

"Ah....no, that won't be necessary."

"Wha-"

Before the mare could react, Thunderlane knocked over a weight on a shelf above them, which fell down on her head, smashing it into a bloody pulp. She barely had a moment to scream, her body squirming for just a moment before going limp. Thunderlane continued to breath heavily.

Lyra, sitting in the shadows of the room, stepped forward.

"Great job, Thunderlane," she spoke plainly.

"Thanks," he spoke through labored breaths, "I've always wanted to fucking murder my girlfriend. So fucking hot."

"So, uh, what's this about your brother's little crush?"

A pegasus stallion and a kirin mare stood on the outskirts of Ponyville at dusk, Twilight's Castle perfectly silhouetted in the distance by the setting sun.

"Are you satisfied?" asked she.

"Very much so," responded he.

"The sun is making it more beautiful than it really is."

"That's okay. I know more about this place than you do."

"That doesn't mean much. I know nothing about much at all."

The stallion chuckled.

"There are certain things you do know about, though."

"True."

The stallion turned to face her.

"Like the future," he spoke clearly with a tiny smile on his face.

"Yes."

The stallion turned to face the town again. In a few moments, the sun would set, and it would be time to continue.

"Lorelai, what does our future hold?"

The kirin smiled for the first time in the conversation, tilting her head slightly down. If this was a fucking anime or something, you'd only see her mouth as she answered.

"It's full of potential."