Chapters Primary Words - Buy Some Apples!
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.
Secondary Words - The Truth Hurts
"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."
Tertiary Words - Full of Potential
"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."
