Sugar Daddy

by onekface

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Narcotics, Anthro, Silver Spoon, Porn, Fetish, Cutie Mark Crusaders, Filthy Rich, Sex, Diamond Tiara
Length: 10807

The CMC are in need of funds, and they seek it the old fashion way

Summer Vacation is here and the CMC are in a bind just as college ends.
With no place to stay, limited funds and a little down on their luck
They've decided to get themselves back on track.
They decided that they need a Sugar Daddy.
And luckily for them, an old friend just happened to be nearby.

Note: All characters are aged appropriately.

Published 2022-04-13 17:30:00 UTC
Last updated 2022-06-10 08:55:07 UTC

Sugar D

Chapter 1: Sugar D

Apple Bloom let out a sigh as she and the CMC sat by the park feeling rather dejected.

It was the beginning of summer vacation, and normally you’d think that a bunch of college girls like them would be having the time of their lives.

Sadly that wasn’t the case for the CMC.

Firstly their grades weren’t exactly up to standards, meaning they needed to do better next semester or they can find themselves kicked out of Hooverton Academy. Secondly they were just kicked out of their apartment, which left them slightly… in a homeless situation.

“I can’t believe we got ourselves kicked out. Again!” Apple Bloom whined. “That’s the fifth one already!”

“It’s not my fault.” Scootaloo deflected. “Sweetie Belle’s the one who keeps shoving pizza boxes down the trash shoot.”

“Me!? It’s obvious that we were kicked out because of you. You keep having your late-night karaoke sessions. Who sings in the middle of the night?”

“Well at least I don’t get behind on my rent money.”

“I needed a new makeup set for my blog! And I did say I was good for it.”

“You were three months behind!”

“I was gonna make it back!”

“Girls… GIRLS!” Apple Bloom snapped. “Let’s put the blame game on hold for a while, alright? We need a place to sleep tonight. If we don’t find a place to stay in the next few hours, we’ll have to rent a hotel. And you all know we ain’t got that kind of cash on us.”

Scoots nodded in agreement. “But where? We’ve already been blacklisted from all the apartment buildings near the school. There’s no way I’m gonna start commuting back and forth.”

“Let’s just focus on getting a place to stay.” The younger apple narrowed their goals down. “Sweetie Belle. How about your ex, Button Mash? He’s got a place near here, don’t he?”

“He’s out of town for summer. And… I gave him back the spare key already.”

Dang it. Apple Bloom was hoping for at least a roof over their heads for a few days to gather their thoughts. So much for a quick solution.

“What about you Scootlaloo? Any options? How about that professor you were flirting with?”

“No dice. He’s having his family over all summer. Not to mention he’s teaching summer classes.” Another dead end. “How about your family, Apple Bloom? Don’t you have like a cousin or uncle or something nearby?”

“The Cobblers are the closest and they’re about two miles from the city. No way are we making it there like this.” She groaned. “Ugh… how did it get this bad?”

They all knew exactly how it got this bad. It all started a month ago right before school ended.

Scootaloo came back to the apartment with a flyer announcing the big concert tour of Countess Coloratura. And being big fans of her songs, the CMC immediately made plans for buying tickets. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity. And they weren’t going to waste it.

Unfortunately the girls weren’t exactly good at saving cash. Moving from one apartment to another, combined with high living expenses and school, well… things just got out of hand. By the time school ended, they barely had a bit to their name.

It also didn’t help when Sweetie Belle decided to spend a portion of her own savings to buy several raffle tickets for a car. A CAR of all things. Obviously… she didn’t win it.

So here they were. Three young lovely ladies who are about to turn homeless in a matter of minutes.

“Maybe we should just go home to Ponyvile.” Sweetie Belle suggested. “It’s just a bus ride away from here.”

“No way.” Apple Bloom venomously rejected that idea. “There’s no way I’m going back there after last summer. It took me months to convince Granny Smith to let me move all the way to Hooverton. If I come back looking like this, she and Big Mac will never let me live it down. We need to solve this one our own way.”

“We can always do it the old fashion way.” Sweetie shrugged that little tidbit. Her ‘Old Fashion’ way was pretty much just whoring it out on the streets.

It wouldn’t be the first time. College had a lot of prime time boys who were all looking for a good time. So long as they paid it big, they’d do just about anyone. Heck that was pretty much how Scoots managed to nail that one professor in history class.

But again… sadly… school was out and most of the rich students living in the dorm are all off for summer vacation. That means no revenue. They could do it over by the red light district. But the thought of selling their asses to the masses didn’t exactly sit well for any of them. They didn’t want a rumor going around them of being cheap skanks. They had a reputation to uphold.

“How about more part time jobs?” AB offered. “The coffee shop by the school is still hiring for help. And I know the barista.”

“Hard pass.” Scoots scoffed. “It’s summer vacation. I already worked my butt off at that old restaurant. I’m not wasting this prime time waiting tables.” A rather crude remark, but understandable. “You guys are looking at this whole problem all wrong.”

Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle gave the Pegasus a look. “You got a better idea?”

“As a matter of fact, I do.” Scoots rose. A smirk crossing her face. “Right now our matter is two folds. A place to stay and money. We can probably do things the honest way or whoring ourselves out like a couple of hookers. But I think I know a way for us to shoot down two birds with one stone.”

“And that would be?”

“What we need ladies…… is a Sugar Daddy.” The thought alone sparked interest. “We need someone who’s loaded. Like really REALLY loaded. Seduce him, and take us in as concubines.”

Sweetie rolled her eyes. “And how is that different than whoring ourselves out here?”

“Because it’ll just be one dick. And the three of us can handle that. Better one than a dozen others plopping your crotch. And seriously… do you really want to walk around town dressed like some cheap whore?”

The two darted to one another nervously and fidgeted. It was a rather intriguing thought. If not a little out there.

“So…” Apple Bloom began with a tight lip. “Who do you have in mind?”

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“Daddy!”

Diamond Tiara’s voice trailed long and hard, echoing across the room, if not the whole house. The young mare spasm as Filthy Rich pulled his cock out just enough to spew his cum on her face. She panted heavily, catching what little she could get into her mouth sticking her tongue out to act like some net. Spit and sweat dripped from her body, her hair messily strewn across what looked like expensive bed sheets. Her hands dropped a second later, quivering and gasping as her father fucked her brains out all the while the audience watched.

Apple Bloom gulped hard. She heard once before from her sister that Filthy was a girthy stallion. But this? Her words certainly did him justice.

“So… how about it Filthy?” Scootaloo asked with her arms holding her waist. “Do we have a deal?”

The billionaire stallion sat up on his bed, an unbuttoned shirt over his muscular sweaty body. His manhood sat calmly in front of him, still dripping with his cum and the juices of his daughter’s pussy.

“That sounds like a really interesting proposal, ladies.” Filthy said with a satisfied sigh, one hand reaching for a nearby towel to clean his neck while the other one reached for Diamond’s ass, his fingers digging into her flesh.

“So you’ll do it?” Sweetie’s eyes lit.

“Now hold on now. I said that it was an interesting proposal.” He corrected. “But as a business pony, I’ve learned not to take the first offer handed to me. I have some concerns.”

“What’s there to be concerned about?” Scoots shot back. “It’s a sweet deal. You give us a small allowance and a place to stay, and in exchange you get three hot college mares as fuck buddies.” Apple Bloom groaned. Could you at least be less crude?

Filthy didn’t seem to mind her direct manner and continued. “Normally I’d take you up on that offer on the fly. You’ve all grown up quite lovely since I last saw all of you.” His eyes trailed down to their assets. “But girls your age don’t exactly give themselves to me without a reason. I need to know these things before I commit. Are any of you having financial troubles? You’re not in debt with some bad ponies, are ya?”

“What’s that got to do?”

“Because I can spend three times what you girls are asking, for a whorehouse for the whole month. And if I’m in need of a piece of meat. I got one right here that’s always ready to please dear old dad.” He inserted two fingers into his daughter’s cunt, tracing her fleshy walls, in which the girl moaned back pleasurably. “So tell me. Why are you all here, exactly?”

Sweetie fidget her toes awkwardly. “Well… we might be in a bit of a bind in living expenses. Ow!”

“Don’t tell him that. It’ll make us sound desperate.”

“We ARE desperate. We spent our last bits just getting a taxi here. It’s our ass or grass.”

“Yeah. But you could’ve put it in a better way.”

“How? How do you sugar coat that?”

“I wouldn’t call us in a bind.”

The bickering between the two was enough for the gray stallion to discern their situation. He let out a soft chuckle while eyeing Apple Bloom who decided to speak.

“So yeah. We’re kind of in need of a place to stay, Mr. Rich. At least for the summer. When school starts back, we’ll move back to the dorm.” Filthy raised a brow. “That… and we kind of want to watch Countess Coloratura’s show next week.”

“Ah~~~~ so that’s why.” His face lit up, as his grin widened from side to side. “That would explain it. You’ll find that little Diamond here is also a big fan of Coloratura and she’s… earning her ticket.” He sighed. “Well if that’s the case, I don’t see why I shouldn’t take you in.”

“So you’ll accept?”

“Now hold on.” He raised his free hand up. “I need to know the specifics of this deal before I sign. Let’s put everything on the table.” He then gestured to his finely decked out house which was perhaps bigger than anything any of them could ever imagine. “I’m offering you a 5 star accommodation with more than enough amenities than you can imagine. Private rooms, all the food you can eat, security, and a small pittance for any… extra expenses. What do you have?”

“Come on, Mr. Rich. You’ve seen me.”

“Oh I’ve seen you, Apple Bloom. I’ve done your sister a few times too when she was late on her rent. You’re gonna have to do better than that.”

The girls darted to one another, sending mixed signals.

“Huddle!” Scootaloo declared, bringing the CMC to the side for a brief council.

Filthy didn’t seem to mind and went back to attending Diamond Tiara. With a little effort, he lifted the girl up to his lap and inserted himself back to her cunt. He whispered something to her which brought the fucked up heiress out of her stupor before she began bouncing over his rod. It was almost as if they didn’t exist in her mind.

“Alright.” Apple Bloom announced. “You get to have all three of us, mouth to crotch access. But in return, we get 2000 bits a week, weekends off including Fridays, full access to your house and pool… oh – and we get full access to your garage.” The guy had more than enough cars to smuggle a fleet. They know – Diamond never stopped bitching about them and would often come to school riding one of those babies ever since she got her driver’s license.

Filthy pushed Diamond to the bed and began pumping into her gently as he responded. “Full access to the house and pool, along with free meals, 300 bits a week, Sundays off.”

300 bits a week!? That’s outright robbery! I can earn more just by fucking the local football team!

The CMC huddled again, whispering and debating the deal.

Sweetie Belle chimed this time. “1500 bits a week, full access to house and free meals, partial garage access. But we get to host parties on the weekend.”

Filthy laughed. He was certainly having fun. Not just with the sex but also with the negotiations. As a business pony, this was kind of his kink. Diamond’s moans began to echo again, giving the room a much needed vibe. “500 bits a week, house and free meals, weekends off, no garage. But in turn, I get a morning wood wakeup call.”

Oh he’s good.

“Huddle!” The gang hunkered down a third time before Scoots took the role of speaker.

“1000 bits a week, house and amenities, partial garage access, weekends off, no parties – but we get to crazy with your wardrobe.”

The stallion pumped faster and faster, grunting lowly as he came a second time – or was it the third? Apple Bloom wasn’t really sure. The two of them were already banging when they arrived. Diamond on the other hand hugged her old man tightly with her legs wrapped around his waist. She let out another pleasing scream for a full three seconds before it died out leaving her in a state of euphoria.

The gang swallowed hard, but didn’t take their eyes off Filthy who quietly pulled away, swatting Diamond’s ass signaling her to clean up. The lavender pony complied and rushed to his cock, licking and swallowing without much of a care.

The billionaire sighed and leaned at the top of the bed surrounded by soft pillows. He eyed his daughter, and then to them. “800 bits, full amenities, weekends off, no parties. But you can choose 1 car each for your personal rides. In exchange, I get full body access, morning wood wakeup call, and~~ I get to decide your outfits in the house.”

The girls turned to one another, each nodding.

“Deal.” They shook hands on it.

“Excellent. But as you can see, I’m a bit spent right now. You can all start tomorrow.”

Oh you bet your britches, old man.

You just bought the deluxe package of the three hottest college ponies in all of Hooverton.

You're gonna fuck your brains out.

Scoots

Chapter 2: Scoots

This was perhaps the best idea ever.

Scootaloo woke up feeling righter than rain. After months of sleeping in rundown apartments, god awful dorm rooms and the occasional fling or sleepovers, the bed she had was like sleeping on a cloud.

She had a whole room all to herself. A whole freaking room. That was more than what she could asked for. For a moment she thought Filthy would just lump the three of them in one room for them to stay. But surprisingly enough the man felt generous to provide each of the CMC their own personal haunts.

The bed alone encompassed 1/3 of the room, while the other 2 was decked out with all of her belongings. It almost looked like she lived here her whole life.

There was a TV, computer, bookshelf, and other fancy looking furniture that would probably cost more than three months of her salary. How that stallion managed to afford such a setup was beyond her understanding.

Letting out a short yawn, the Pegasus made her way to the kitchen, hoping to grab breakfast before the others get up.

The house Filthy lived in was a modern day palace with 3 floors, and enough extensions to host all manners of goodies. It wasn’t as glamorous as his penthouse back in Canterlot but it definitely came in close 2nd. It had a pool just a shy bit smaller than the one they had back in high school, but they had it all to themselves. It even had a mini bar at the corner, right next to a Jacuzzi tub. You could swim, relax, take a stroll and have a drink all in one area.

The garage was next of course. That place served as a berthing ground for a fleet of cars that each looked like they cost a small fortune. Each of them were granted 1 vehicle in which they could use for their leisure. Though gas wasn’t included in the deal. Still… being able to ride one of these monsters was like a dream come true. It’s no wonder why Diamond liked coming to school with one of them. They were pretty much a status symbol.

You drive in with one of those babies, and you’re guaranteed to earn the envy of others.

“Well well well. Looked what the cat dragged in. A whore.” Ah crap. Scoots recognized that voice. It wasn’t the most pleasant of mornings but it was understandable.

“Hello to you too, Diamond.” She gave a half-hearted reply before reaching to the cabinet. The place was stocked up with all manners of ingredients. So much so that even Apple Bloom would love to take a crack at the super-kitchen.

The only blot in this whole arrangement was having to deal with the super-annoying heiress who was the original residence of this place. The girl sat by the dining table, a bowl of cereal in front of her, her butt cheeks hanging low.

“I didn’t expect you to wake up this early.” Scoots retorted, deciding to go for small talk to fill in the silence. “Figured a lady like you would be in bed till noon.”

“A cultured lady like myself always wake up on time. I’m not some sloth who’ll waste away the day.”

“Does a cultured lady only wear a shirt and undies at home?”

Diamond flushed pulling the said shirt down to cover a little bit of her exposed belly. “Th… this is for my morning exercise. Besides… dad likes it. Not to mention it’s summer.”

So the guy has a thing for girls in sportswear. Typical men, but good to know. This might just be easier than she thought.

“Heh… this is going to be the easiest money I’ve ever made.”

“Don’t be so sure of yourself.” Diamond rolled her eyes. “This is my dad we’re talking about here. He’s nothing like the boys you’ve had in school. In fact, I’d even say that he might be a tad bit too much even for you. He has an array of kinks you wouldn’t even begin to imagine.”

“Oh please. I’ve done my share of banging. I think I know how to handle an old stallion. I once dated my old math teacher.”

“You mean you seduced him for an easy A.”

“Hey, if you got it… flaunt it.” Scoots grinned triumphantly. “Speaking of which, what’s with you banging your old man? Is that like… a thing you do?”

“I don’t see how that’s relevant to you.”

“Just trying to make small talk. Does your mom know?”

“Well duh. Dad and I have a long and healthy relationship.” I don’t think that’s how relationships work. “Sometimes mom joins in on the fun. But she’s too busy having her business trip in Vanhoover to visit these days.”

Must be a rich pony thing then. Scootaloo didn’t bother to ask for more details.

“Don’t you use protection?”

“Well duh.” Diamond gestured to her horn. “Anti-pregnancy spells. It’s one of the first things we unicorns learn back in Canterlot. Saves us money on pills.” Ah… that’s right. Sweetie Belle mentioned they had something like back. Lucky bitch. Luckily for her Apple Bloom came through with a few of her own preventatives leftover from her last family orgy.

“Well… I’d better get going. Wouldn’t want to keep your old man waiting too long for his morning wakeup call. Mind makin some toast for me? Shouldn’t take longer than ten minutes.”

The heiress gave a mocking laugh in response. “Ten minutes? Please. I know my dad. And seeing you girls – I highly doubt you can ease him.”

“Maybe you just don’t have the skills.”

“I’ve had plenty of time to develop my skills, slut.” Diamond retorted. “Believe me. My daddy is on a whole’nother level compared to what sticks you’ve been dealing with. Why… I’d even wager you won’t be able to satisfy him at all.”

Oh… it’s on.

“Care to put your money where your mouth is, daddy’s girl?” Scootaloo challenged, raising one brow in mockery.

“Always.”

“Fine. I bet I can get your dad out of that room in less than fifteen minutes.”

“Ten minutes.” She countered. “You said so yourself. The loser eats off the ass of the winner.”

“Deal.”

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Scootaloo giddily entered the master bedroom, believing herself already the victor of this wager.

The sun was just about peeking over the window, giving the room a good shine. And there, sleeping soundly in his bed was her prey.

The billionaire laid on what looked like a dozen pillows all looking just as fluffy as those she slept with earlier. He wore nothing but a thin unbuttoned shirt and long sleeping pajamas with bits symbol printed all over it. For someone who was richer than the royal family themselves, he looked rather vulnerable and innocent.

The stallion’s frame came into view a second later. His muscles were toned and sturdy. You can even see the six packs formed around his abdomen. It looked strong enough to crack a walnut. Maybe even her own skull if need be.

That wouldn’t be so bad.

She brushed the hot bod out of her mind and decided to get to work. Men like him often liked it whenever they get a morning wood wakeup call. Slowly but surely the Pegasus slid under the blanket smelling the faint hint of his sweat soaked within the fabric. It was strong and distinctive – like an expensive cologne.

She found the tip of his pants a few moments later and gently pulled them down along with his underwear revealing his mighty rod for the world to see. The smell alone filled her muzzle with his essence, permeating what little air she could breathe. It was strong, heavy and thick – the odor of a real breeding stallion.

Perhaps there was some truth to what Diamond Tiara said earlier. This was nothing compared to the dicks she had back in school or the teachers she dated. This thing was a fat fucker compared to the sticks she played with. How in the world did Diamond get this through to her?

Speaking of which, Scoots was reminded that this thing was inside Diamond Tiara not long ago. Her juice, cum, and spit probably coated this thing from tip to shaft, marking it as hers.

That actually sounds kinda hot.

The girl was so lost in her gaze that she didn’t even realize that she had been inhaling its musky scent for a while now. It went straight to her nostrils, reaching her brain, sending a wave of electricity down her spine.

This was definitely no ordinary dick. No. This thing must’ve gone through dozens if not hundreds of mares to have grown this big. Kind of makes you wonder what kind of a stallion Filthy was before he became a billionaire.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Scootaloo got to work. She reached out for the meat rod feeling it pulse to her touch. Her tongue traced upward from the nuts giving it that much needed coating. She needed to ease it before she went for the real thing.

The smell grew stronger as she went to town on his crotch making her feel slightly nauseous. It tasted like candy, the juicy kind, with flavor that made you crave for more.

Scootaloo pushed her muzzle forward getting somewhat addicted to that musk. Filthy’s cock grew larger still, bulging and pulsing like it was alive. She cradled it gently within her hands, caressing the shaft and working her way to pump the bountiful liquid inside.

Not wanting to wait any longer, she moved to the main course and swallowed it in. The sheer size alone was too much for her mouth as she could barely even get through half. You’d have to deepthroat this baby all the way in to her lungs just to fit them all.

But she didn’t care. The smell grew even stronger now. The cock practically oozed everything out as if it was reacting to her head and hands. The musk now went straight to her nose, flooding every senses in her body.

She went on with the morning wood. Licking and swallowing like she had done this a thousand times before. And she probably did. Scootaloo played mistress a dozen times over with a few other boys back in the dorm. Though none of them were really a match for this.

By Celestia, how do men walk with these things dangling over their lower half?

Finally getting comfortable, the sports pony quickened her pace. She could taste some of that pre cum dripping from the tip. It had a very particular taste. Salty and thick. Just the way she liked it.

It all came to a halt though when she felt a hand brushing through her hair. The blankets lifted revealing Filthy’s perverted face with a little sun on the side. She turned up to meet his smiling gaze, his image partially covered by the cock in front of her.

“Mornin.” Scootaloo muttered as she pulled her mouth out to speak.

“Well good morning to you too darlin.” Filthy responded, his hand combing through her hair to get a better look of her sucking face. “Now this is a promising start. I’m beginning to think this deal came in cheap.” No shit. You got the deluxe package here buster. You get three of the hottest college mares in all of Equestria living in your house for the low-low price of an expensive hotel. You should feel honored. “A little more now. I think I’m reaching my limit.”

That’s pretty much the point, old timer. She hastened her pumping hands around the shaft and pushed her mouth in deeper trying to get as much of his tasty dick around her throat. The stallion gave an assist, putting his hand over her head and push.

The fucking dick was beginning to feel like a jawbreaker, widening her mouth even further than it had ever gone. And finally it all ended when the blood thing reverberated inside.

The amount alone was enough to choke her. She had to pull away or risk suffocating in cum. There goes breakfast. She droned on as the white spunk splatter all over her face and body, marking her in his fluid, the smell filling the room.

There was a distinctive taste in it. Thick, creamy and heavy flavor – kind of like chowder but tastier. Filthy’s filthy cock continued to pour like a fountain which she quickly tried to gulp in like a hungry maw. She felt it tremble in her hands as each throb threw a torrent of that delicious drink into her lips.

It lasted a while, and Scootaloo was sure she had a whole bucket’s worth go down her stomach. Damn. That was a lot more than she expected. She was totally wrong on this. Boys of her age could barely fill a cup, much less a bottle. This billionaire on the other hand was on a whole’nother level. She traced a finger down her breast where some cum stained her shirt and dripped it over her tongue. Guys often liked that.

It wasn’t long before she turned her gaze back to him, noticing a wild and menacing grin creeping up his face. His cock whack the side of her cheeks, rubbing what little stain it had on her face. There was not a doubt in her mind that he was up to something.

And she wasn’t wrong on that thought because before she even had a chance to wipe off what was left of the sperm off her hair, Filthy grabbed her up her threw her to his side of the bed with him on top.

“Whoa… well someone’s eager.”

“Can you blame me?” He teased. She couldn’t really. An old man like him digging down a charming college hottie like her was probably a dream come true. “It’s not every day I get to savor a good piece of meat.” His movement was quick and proficient with his hands around her panties like he had done this many times before. Within seconds they were off and her neatly shaven cunt was exposed. “Speaking of eager. Looks like someone’s looking forward to this too.”

Ugh… her cunt was wet, wasn’t it? The odor and smell must’ve really kicked her sexual instincts and she was now wetter than a waterfall in spring. Damn hormones.

“What can I say? It’s been a while.” She shrugged, not at all bothered by this.

“I guess I know what I’ll be having for breakfast.” A little old school but pretty good for a man his age.

Scootaloo didn’t resist. It’s not like she could anyway. The man’s size was twice if not three times her own and he could easily flatten her with his weight. There’d be no point in trying.

But the good thing about being at the bottom was that other guy gets to do all the work. All she needed to do was lay down and hold on. Kind of like being in a rollercoaster ride.

Filthy didn’t wait as he towered over her, his manhood throbbing and standing at attention like it was ready for round two. His cockhead aimed directly into her pussy, and with one trained thrust, it entered, splitting Scootaloo all the way inside. The Pegasus felt his meaty rod go deep. Even deeper than she thought possible. She let out a gracious moan, feeling pleasure shoot up from her spine all the way to her brain.

S… something wasn’t right. She had boys that could split her in two, maybe even more.

But this was different somehow. This was… a mature cock. It had been trained through ages, forged to split mares apart. It was so huge that she could see a bit of its shape bulging on her stomach.

That was new.

“First time getting the shock?”

She turned away, brushing his advances off. “It’s fine. I’ve… I’ve had better.”

“Oh~~ I might take that as a challenge.”

He began to move, only slowly at first. Each thrust came to her like a jackhammer pounding her insides, rearranging her organs from top to bottom. Every motion slowly but surely began to make her feel… horny.

Filthy had game. He knew it and he knew how to play it well. He was testing her, seeing her reaction turn to his favor. Diamond was right, this stallion had some kinks. Rather twisted ones too. How does that bitch able to take this rod every waking morning?

She never really got to ponder on the thought when Filthy decided to interrupt quickening his pace. He grabbed her by the waist and pushed his dick deeper still, reaching the very back of her womb. His pacing was downright stimulant. Every motion, every thrust was carefully calculated and barbarically executed with impunity. He lifted her up finding the perfect angle in which he could hit every walls in her cunt.

Scootaloo tried to cover her face, but he grabbed her hands and removed them exposing her panting expression for him to see. For Celestia’s sake, she must look like a complete slut right about now.

She saw the stallion’s face turn a wild grin. He was loving every moment of this.

The girl turned around hoping to keep her face away from him, but she’d later regret it as it exposed her petite wings for pervert. He reached out and grab the bones, sending another wave of electricity down her spine. Her body had become super sensitive now that she was getting into the mood. Every touch was beginning to send waves of pleasure throughout her body. Every the bed sheets fizzled with electricity.

“Oh now this brings back memories.” Filthy laughed as he slowed his pace, leaning in to whisper. “You know. You kind of remind me of your mother with that expression of yours.”

Scoots mind came back as the words echoed. “Wh… what? What are you talking about?”

“I don’t want to say much, but you look a lot like your mother.” He smiled longingly. “Why she pretty much did the same thing when I was doing her back in my days.”

“Wh… what? No.”

“It’s true. Mane Allgood and I were friends back in our school days. Though she and her folks didn’t exactly get along.” It was true. Mom did say that she had a rough times with her parents. They didn’t exactly support her in her career path in Shire Lanka and it would often lead to fights and bickering. “As a matter of fact… she ran away from home this one time with nothing but the clothes on her back and a few bits to her name. The poor girl had no place to go so she came to me for a place to stay. And after a little drink here, and a little whining… well… I think you can figure out the rest.”

“N… no.” Scootaloo whimpered. “That’s not true. You’re lying.”

“You can ask her yourself.” He shrugged back, hastening his pace again. “In fact… if I remember correctly, she had a weak spot right about… here.”

…!

Fffffffffffffuuuc…

Scootaloo felt a scream coming through but it turned to a moan instead. Filthy reached out to her tail and yanked it so hard she felt like it was going to come off. But there was something else. Her whole body lifted upward spasming to the sudden pull. How did she not know of this? She never knew she could feel this good with a simple pull of her tail.

“Just like your mother.” Filthy cooed softly into her ears which sent another shiver down her body. He yanked it again and a third time, each feeling even better than the last.

She must’ve cum with each pull, because her brain could barely function at this point. The words she had in her head was turning to slurs and drools.

She sagged down to the pillow, deciding that it was pointless to hold on. Filthy must’ve noticed it because he hastened once more, his dick again swelling and growing inside her stomach. It was coming now, she could feel it. The bed shook as flesh slapped together repeatedly.

And came he did.

Filthy grunted as he pinned her down, holding both her hands as his baby making milk poured gallons into her body. She felt like she was completely at his mercy. There was nothing that could stop him. Nothing that could prevent him from going until other than the complete drainage of his balls.

But there was just so much of it. The gunk continued to pour like a hose that broke. She could feel them swimming inside of her pouring continuously until every hall was filled to the brim.

The stallion would pull out a moment later, his gunk spilling to her back, marking her wings with his spunk.

Filthy again leaned in to whisper. “That was entertaining. I can’t wait to have all three of you at once.”

Oh thank Celestia. It was over. Maybe now she can have breakfast. Perhaps after a quick bath and a nap…

“Whoa now. Don’t be sleeping in on me. It’s only morning.” Filthy smacked her ass waking her from her stupor.

“But I’m spent.”

“You are. But I’m not.” And true to his words, his cock rose up once again, resurrecting from its wiggly state.

How? How is that possible? That thing just hosed her front, back and insides. There was so much of it that her pussy was practically leaking the stuff. No stallion was that virile. Especially a business pony like him.

“Come along now. The sun’s just coming up.” He didn’t bother hearing her protest as he pulled her out of bed carrying her and pushing her to the walls. Her legs were pulled up as he inserted himself a second time.

Scootaloo lost track of times afterward. They’d do again and again, moving from the bed, to the shower, to the couch, and walls. Filthy didn’t lose his touch or his rhythm. And honestly he did most of the work. She was just lucky to hold on.

By the time she’d get to wiggle out of the door, three hours would’ve gone by.

And standing there waiting for her was Diamond Tiara with a huge shit eating grin.

Fuck me…

Author's Note

Who do you want next?

The Apple That Doesn't Fall Far From the Tree

Chapter 3: The Apple Doesn’t Fall Far From the Tree

That was probably the best sleep I’ve had in weeks.

Apple Bloom woke up well into the early afternoon. Her body laid stretched out into the soft mattress, barely even reaching the edges. It’s soft and fluffy pillows made her feel like she was sleeping in the clouds. The room she was provided was bigger than the others, capable of accommodating just about everything she needed.

She even had her own personal TV for Celestia’s sake. That was pretty much a luxury in its own right. She didn’t have to share her remote with anyone else. Not her friends, her sister, and definitely not Granny Smith who insists they watch this silly yoga channel every morning.

With this private TV, she can watch whatever she wants with no guilt whatsoever. She can even watch the Pony Rangers without anyone bothering her or telling her that she was far too old for it. Screw those ponies. They don’t understand the awesome story of the rangers and their quest to save all of New Equestria from the evil grip of Vod and his army of insectoids.

And she didn’t even got started on the personal mini-fridge. A private snack box, a personal heater, air-conditioner? Yes please!

No offense to her family but these amenities alone were pretty much an impossibility back in her farm in Ponyvile. Honestly though her family could actually try and bring themselves closer to the modern day. Because there are times where Apple Bloom think that they live like cave ponies. Even Big Mac seems to think so.

But that was a story for another day. Right now she needed to get ready. It was her first day of work after all.

Hopefully she’ll be able to snatch a little brunch before Filthy snatches her up.

… or so she would believe.

“Mornin Apple Bloom. Glad you could join us.” Filthy said with a singsong tone as he stood there in the kitchen making what looked like lunch. “Sleep well?”

“Yes sir.” She responded positively, before suddenly noticing Diamond Tiara by the couch with Scootaloo between her thighs. “You were right. The beds you got here are incredible. I don’t think I’ve slept that soundly since I left Sweet Apple Acres. This has to be THE best house in the city.”

“Oh come now. It’s not that fancy. It’s a rather… modest setting.”

“Modest!? You have a living-room with a full surround-sound system hooked up to a giant flat screen TV! How could you possibly call that modest!?”

The older man laughed. “I make it my mission to only get the best around here. But I’m glad you like it. Speaking of which, where’s Sweetie Belle? I figured you’d all be up by now.”

“She’s sleeping in.” Apple Bloom responded. “She had more luggage than all of us so she pretty much spent all night unpacking. Mostly clothes Rarity packed up for her. But don’t worry sir. I’m sure she’ll be up soon enough.”

“Well, as long as you girls ain’t complaining.” He shrugged. “You want some breakfast? I got eggs on toast.”

Oh yes please. She could really go for something to eat right about now. Preferably something that didn’t come out of a can or a leftover takeout bag. Make no mistake, she loves to cook for her friends and family, but ever since college started she barely had time to fiddle with anything. It’d be nice to get back to cooking, especially with this mega-kitchen Filthy had.

She’d certainly make more than just your usual pancake.

And speaking of pancakes.

“So… I gotta ask. Why is Scootaloo eating off of Diamond Tiara right now?”

Scootaloo gave out an annoyed grunt in response. It’s clear she didn’t want to answer. But judging from the smell she was giving out, and her soaked panties, and that cum stain on her ass, she had her duty done early.

“Scootaloo here just gave me my wakeup call.” Filthy explained. “As for that, I reckon she and my little pumpkin here made a little deal with her and she won. I provided a little assistance of course.”

“Thank you daddy.” The man leaned in for a passionate kiss with his daughter which she responded by tightening her thighs around Scoots. “Harder you slut! You think you can make me cum with that amateur technique? My mom has a better tongue than you!”

Scootaloo groaned but didn’t complain. Instead she sucked even harder.

Apple Bloom rolled her eyes. “I’m guessing you had a great morning then?”

“Oh absolutely.” Filthy nodded still grinning. “It’s always best to start the day with a little exercise. Especially when I have a partner this lovely.” He then trailed his finger on Scoot’s tail which earned him a surprising yelp from the Pegasus. A few seconds later he would serve a platter of eggs, toast, and a glass of orange juice on the side.

Apple Bloom happily gorged on the plate like a hungry hippo. It was perhaps the first warm meal she had in weeks. With Summer-Vacation coming up, most of the good part-time jobs in town were taken leaving them high and dry. It was the simple things she missed the most. And food was definitely one of those she would notice.

She and Filthy ate in silence while they watched the two girls go at it. It was a rather odd morning, but she figured this would be quite the norm once they actually start living here for the next few months.

I guess this is what folks would call: ‘Banging for Roof’. Not the most glamorous of titles but she wasn’t gonna complain. And hey… if she gets herself a private room with all of that extra amenities, it was totally worth it.

“Yeah… that’s right. Harder you whore.” Diamond cooed as she pushed Scoots head deeper in. She moaned lowly as her clit leaked out. “Ugh… finally. It took you forever.”

“Well excuse me~ princess.” Scoots whined, wiping the juice from her face. “If your pussy wasn’t so loose, I’d get you to come quicker.”

“That’s because you lack talent.”

“More like your dad fucked you up good.”

“That’s the sign of our affection.”

“More like the sign of your messed up childhood. Uh… no offense.” Filthy waved her insult off.

“Are you going to keep complaining? You only made me come once. Now get back to work you cheap skank.” Scoots’ eyes rolled as she let out whiny ‘Fine’ in return before she got back to eating the heiress.

Apple Bloom had to admit, seeing the two of them go at it like that was kind of a turn on. And that cum-stained panties Scoot had on her looked mighty fine right now.

“So is this how every day’s gonna be around here?” She directed the question to Filthy. “You and me eating here over breakfast while watching your daughter and my friend go at it?”

“I certainly hope so.” He grinned, as one of his hands snuck up to her ass. She could feel his fingers digging into her skin, massaging her buns like it was flour needing tending. “My… you certainly grew up since last I saw you, Apple Bloom.”

“I hope you’re not saying I’m fat.”

He laughed. “Far from it. How about we put a little role-play?”

Apple Bloom raised a brow, slurping her egg. “Well we did agree to it. What do you have in mind?”

“Diamond, sweetie. You mind putting on the tape I had last week?”

Diamond’s face lit up knowingly at her father’s words. Her eyes sharpened dangerously towards Apple Bloom as a mischievous grin crept up on her lips.

“Of course, daddy.”

Are they gonna watch a movie or something?

“As for you Apple Bloom.” Filthy continued. “I prepared something special, just for you.”

She gulped. “And that would be…?”

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I immediately regret my decision.

“Say cheese~~” A camera clicked in front of Apple Bloom with Diamond Tiara laughing behind it. “Aww… how adorable. That outfit actually suits you. You should wear that all day long while you’re here.”

Shut it, bitch face. I’m only wearing this because I need a roof over my head and an allowance for the concert. Damn Filthy and his ridiculously filthy kinks.

Turning to the nearby mirror, she found her reflection decked up in what folks would say: A slutty maid outfit. This was the kind of thing that college girls like her wore in Nightmare Night to lure in guys with their weird fantasies and milk them for all their worth.

The darn thing was frillier than Rarity’s fashion show. It barely covered much of any of her assets, and the skirt alone barely covered her underwear. You can tell that this thing was used heavily because of some torn up areas. There was even an initial printed on the front, A.J. Apple Bloom pitied the hotel staff that had to wear this. And don’t even get her started with the knots. One tiny pull or quick yank and the whole thing would fall off like a comedic skit. It was more of a cloth than clothes at this point. And you know what a guy is planning when he makes you wear something as ridiculous as this.

Apple Bloom didn’t really mind it. She made a deal with Filthy. It was only Diamond’s taunting she couldn’t stomach. Those pictures better not make it to the internet or there will be Tartarus to pay. Not that she didn’t like the idea. Getting her assets out in the market will probably raise her standing in the dorms.

“Looking good, Apple Bloom.” Filthy purred, taking his place by the couch in the living room, legs spreading. The bulge on his pants stated that her new appearance turned him on. She could feel his eyes tracing her every feature, reveling in his position. The man spent the last few minutes setting the mood of the place. He even had the music play a track of softcore seduction in the background that made it just erotic enough. “To be completely honest, I didn’t think it would fit you.”

“I dunno.” The young apple responded, twisting her waist upward to check her ass. “Feels a little tight around the chest. Where’d you even get one of these?”

“Daddy had it specially made.” Diamond explained snapping another shot on her phone. “But I have to admit that it does suit you. I might even make you my personal maid if you wear that forever.”

“And serve you for all eternity? I’d rather spend a week at Pinkie Pie’s place.”

“You gotta admit though…” Scootaloo whistled. “You do look good in it.”

“Not you too Scootaloo!”

“Now now ladies. No fighting.” Filthy clapped, spreading his legs wide. “I’d rather you all get along. We are gonna be here for a long… time.”

Ugh… as much as she hated to say it, Filthy was right. Best not to agitate your neighbors, or better yet, don’t bite the hand that feeds you. At least not yet.

Slowly but surely, Apple Bloom made her way to the older stallion’s side. They were close enough that she could feel his bodily heat radiating on hers. She felt his torso with her palm, tracing her fingers down his well-toned muscles.

They weren’t on par with Big Mac, but they certainly were enough to give him run for his money. He was supposed to be a business pony, not some stud horse. Still… Apple Bloom wasn’t complaining. It was just more meat for her.

“So is this what you had in mind?” She cooed seductively to his face, smiling all so sweetly. A little roleplay on the couch before they did the deed while having his daughter and one of her best friend watch on the side?

“Almost.” He shrugged. “In fact, I was hoping you and I could watch a movie together.”

Oh?

Apple Bloom blinked, though she didn’t question it. He did have Diamond Tiara set something earlier.

With a press of a button on the remote, the large flat screen TV came to life. Was this one of his kinks as well? Having sex while watching porn?

Well… as long as it wasn’t shark porn, she was fine with that.

The movie played in with the camera pointing at a door. From what she could tell it was displaying the very same living room they were in. If Apple Bloom were to guess she’d say that this was another one of his major conquests.

“You ready to come out yet?” Filthy’s whispering voice could be heard coming from the surround sounds. A wild guess he was the one who filmed this. Ugh… men. They always want to record their accomplishments.

“Now hang on will ya. I ain’t exactly used to wearing… something this… frufru.” Hold up. That old country accent voice sounded… familiar. “Where’d you get these anyway?”

“I had it specially made for just for you. Now stop keeping me waiting and come out.”

No… it… it can’t be.

The door on the screen creaked open revealing a familiar orange pony wearing an oddly familiar maid outfit.

“H… how do I look?”

Applejack!?

It is! It is her. The cutie mark on her revealing bottom proved it as much. She was wearing the same maid outfit as her, though in a far better condition if she might add. And… to her admission, she looked really good in it.

“Mighty fine.” The Filthy in the video replied chuckling, zooming the camera to the chest which were already threatening to spill from the seams. “Real mighty fine.”

“I can’t believe you talked me into wearing this.” AJ groaned tiresomely like she just lost a bet with Rainbow Dash. “If any of my folks see me in this getup, I won’t be able to live this down.” You bet your britches, sister. You look downright stunning. So much so that even Scootaloo went slack-jawed.

Apple Bloomed watched her sister intently as the conversation went on. Her sister struck several poses while Filthy captured her essence in his camera, enjoying every moment of it like some sick pervert.

“Why don’t we get to the thick of it?” Filthy suggested, taking his place on the same couch. “Do it like I taught you.”

“Yes sir.” With a breath, Applejack approached and lowered herself to his face. Within seconds the two ponies were at each other lips, kissing, licking and dangling tongues with one another like they were trying to consume the other.

God she was any hotter, the TV itself would’ve burned to the dance.

The slow seductive music playing in the background added to the erotic mood making everyone gulp. Applejack’s head slowly left the man, lowering down to the body before stopping by the pants. She reached in with her mouth, slowly pulling the zipper down before hands gently reached in for the underwear, yanking it off, which then produced the business pony’s massive meat rod.

It slapped against the elder Apple’s face throbbing heavily. The musk was so heavy that Apple Bloom could even smell it from here.

Oh wait… that’s because her Filthy already had his dick out.

She darted her eyes between the two dicks for a moment, comparing it. Her breath caught short as her attention was glued to her sister’s slutty face.

She’d never seen Applejack like that. She was always the pinnacle of discipline and honor, never backing down any challenge and always the diligent one in the family, second only to Big Mac of course.

To see her idol sniffing, licking and sucking on that cock shattered all previous thoughts of her.

“Damn she’s hot.” Scootaloo slurred, which she couldn’t deny.

God she was hot. Really hot. And she wasn’t just talking about those assets. Applejack always did have the baby bearing hips. A trait that both she and Apple Bloom apparently inherited from their mother. Granny Smith always said that they would bear so many foals should they ever decide to. And I think she might just agree.

She gave a quick yelp when she felt Filthy grab her soft toned ass, pulling her closer in. His masterful technique made quick work of her panties, gently groping her fine fine hips.

“Looks like I’m not the only one getting into the mood.” He grinned.

Can you blame her? Seeing her own sister degenerate herself in front of the same stallion was like having aphrodisiac injected into her brain. She couldn’t take her eyes or her mind off of it. Now everything around her made sense. Even the slutty maid outfit she wore. God damn, how Filthy played her for a fool.

The stallion continued to toy with her defenseless body, bringing her lips to his. His tongue danced inside, licking every trace in her inner flesh. All the while she couldn’t take her gaze off the TV.

There was a hint of alcohol in his mouth. Whisky and maybe a little bit of bourbon. It sorta reminded her of home actually.

Applejack hastened her movement, her head practically bobbing down the cock on screen.

Not wanting to be caught unchallenged, Apple Bloom tore off all resistance and followed suit. Apple Bloom plunged herself to the man’s cock, hastily grabbing it and deepthroating herself to his pleasure.

Her brain was full of naughty thoughts. She was practically her own sister at this point. She was kissing the man AJ kissed, wearing the same slutty clothes she did, sucking the same cock she did, drinking the same precum she did. And fuck did that turn her on in all the wrong ways.

She heard the Filthy on the screen grunt as he poured his first load onto her sister. AJ gulped in hard for a brief moment clearly enjoying the taste before pulling out. She stared straight into the camera before opening her mouth, displaying the rich, thick and creamy cum that she held off before swallowing the whole thing. What a dirty, slutty bitch she was.

Apple Bloom followed suit feeling the meat rod in her mouth beginning to throb. He was getting close, she could tell. The boys back in the dorm had the same reaction. But this felt… sort of different.

It was larger, more experienced – perhaps even… more mature. Apple Bloom’s been sucking on the cocks of teens and boys in the dorm. Only Scoots had the nerve to go after the older ponies in school but that was only to get her grades up to par. And even the biggest either of them could get was that of the football coach.

It was only a moment later did Apple Bloom felt a torrent enter through her mouth. She felt Filthy’s cum hose through like whip cream. Despite having gone through Scootaloo in the morning, it still tasted thick and sweet like it was fresh off the balls. She followed her big sis’ example and opened her mouth, showing the amount she was able to carry before swallowing them whole. How the stallion kept himself so virile was anyone’s guess. And to think Diamond Tiara spawned from one of these little guys.

Speaking of Diamond, the girl kept her phone trained on them. Was she filming this porn for her own or were they planning on watching them with another pair just like what they’re doing now? That felt kind of hot on its own.

Scootaloo didn’t seem to mind as she watched from her box seat, finishing off her breakfast, darting between her and the TV.

“Hey now!” Apple Bloom turned back to the screen only to find her sister pulled up and pushed to the couch. The very same couch she was on right now. The elder apple then let out a yelp as a pair of hands reached out for her, greedily pulling her like she was a piece of meat. She felt the hands pulling and yanking parts of her clothes. That would explain why this costume was so worn and torn. “Now hold on just a second. Go easy on the dress! I don’t want it tearing on the seams.”

But the Filthy on TV didn’t listen and pushed himself to fondle her breasts. His fingers sank into the flesh while his lips traced the easily erected nipples, making Applejack moan with delight. Her body shifted uncontrollably giving the camera a sweet view of that sexy apple underwear. Apple Bloom recognized those. It was the pair that she got from Appleloosa years ago. A gift from cousin Braeburn she believes.

Damn sis. Since when did you get so sexy in those?

The underwear didn’t last though as Filthy’s hands found their way to its edges. Those strong thick fingers traced themselves down the hip and ass before they molested her thigh before finally reaching the last piece of fabric covering Applejack’s wet cunt.

Applejack didn’t even resist as her maid outfit came off like they just pieces of cloth that did nothing but sparked imagination. The elder pie was fully exposed within seconds, her whole body revealed for all viewers to see with pleasure. She was definitely well toned. All that apple bucking back home really did wonders to her muscles.

“C… can I get a copy of this?” She heard Scootaloo whisper to Diamond.

“Depends. What’re you offering?”

“I’ll eat off your ass again.”

Diamond rolled her eyes. “With your technique? I’d rather not.”

“W… well what do you want? You know I can’t pay.”

The heiress grinned. “How about you let me plough your ass?”

“Plough? How’re you gonna…” The heiress answered pulling a strap-on cock from her back. “Oh shit. So…… tonight?”

“Why wait?” Without even waiting for an answer, Diamond strapped that bad boy onto her waist and jumped Scoots before she had a chance to decline.

But Apple Bloom didn’t mind. Her attention was far too concentrated on her own sex, and the ‘Movie’ to even care. Her sister was now being ‘Ploughed’ by Filthy’s massive cock. It slid into her cunt like a glove. It she was to guess; she’d say that this wasn’t first or last time she and Filthy had this kind of kinky roleplay.

Her Filthy also seemed to follow the same rhythm bringing her up to the couch and slowly had his way with her. His cocky expression, perverted lips and sexy tongue traced her whole body from cheek to chest. It was almost like he was marking her as his own, having his own spit cover her from front to back.

She hardly even realized her panties were already removed when his cock founds its way to her crotch. Either she was too distracted, or the stallion was just that good.

But Apple Bloom could hardly even concentrate at this point. The room erupted in a cacophony of moans and gasps from her and Scoots. Her sister’s voice however drowned them all with her pants of breaths. Applejack looked like she was going through euphoria. Every shove Filthy gave her was like being mimicked in her own crotch. If anything, it almost felt like she was having sex right next to her, being consumed by rapture of the same stallion.

And her Filthy was no joke either. The business pony went on his business, his fingers grabbing her waist to shift to a better angle as he shoved his manhood into her unprotected pussy.

The insides of her stomach were being reshaped to match that cock. It craved for its seed, it desired every motion, it wanted to turn itself to a hotel so that it would stay there forever and ever and never leave.

“Ah… yes… YES!” If the whole room didn’t stink of sex then, Applejack’s sexy moans certainly put the stench. The older apple was holding onto Filthy for dear life as she was brought up from the couch and forced to sit, leg spread in front of the camera like some porn star from Fillywood. Her breasts jumped up and down following the motion of her aggressor who laughed at her position. “More… harder!”

“If you say so.” Filthy obeyed and began pounding the girl upward like a fucking jackhammer. Applejack’s face contorted like she was on cloud nine. Filthy grabbed her mane and pulled her in for a deep and sloppy kiss. She didn’t resist, obviously and enjoyed the revelry.

The whole roleplay went on for about an hour or so, with both her and her sister switching positions in the same manner. Filthy must’ve watched this clip a hundred times over and memorized every bit of it to heart.

And when the first round of cum came pouring through, her voice mixed with her sister, creating a somewhat harmonizing echo.

“I gotta say Apple Bloom. I didn’t think you had it in you.” Filthy allowed her a moment to rest, pulling his cock out before slapping it on her butt. “But I got to admit… you’re certainly a lot better than your sister in this.”

No… don’t do that. Don’t compare me to that whore on screen. She’s nothing like that. She had class, she had… she had standards.

“Mrbbll…” Her brain couldn’t form words. She tried to focus but failed. All she could think of was having that cock pump her, and pump her hard.

And Filthy was all too accommodating to deny. He began pumping again and again, slapping the cowgirl’s ass and leaving a handprint on the soft spot. The music turned to an upbeat tune, making both their hips dance to the rhythm. He let out a hearty laugh, clearly enjoying every moment of this sex filled drive.

The whole room would be filled by moans and sighs, stinking the place to a palace of pleasure. Ecstasy was king here and it ruled with a pleasant hand, sniffling through every breath, coloring through every taste.

Apple Bloom was in daze and so was her sister, who was now reduced to a gooey, drugged faced pony who laid there with a bloated belly. Coats of white cum splashed across her face leaving her completely comatose.

Fuck me. I might just do the same at this point. Maybe she can ask Sugar Belle for a hint of that Pixie Dust. She has stash somewhere in one of those many bags she brought in last night.

“Now now.” Filthy whispered, bringing her up to his face. “We can’t have you falling on the 3rd round now. Can we?” He grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the table, took a swig and planted his lips on hers. The taste alone brought the girl back from the brink of her coma bringing energy back to her limbs.

Damn…

“Ready for round 8?” The stallion in the screen said to the orange pony.

Round 8!? What happened to round 2 and 3!?

“Can I have my hat back after this?” Applejack asked after taking a swig off her flask.

“Sure… if you agree to wear cowboy boots as well.”

“Deal.”

Fuck sis. How are still…?

No. She wasn’t gonna lose to this. Not to her of all ponies.

“Give me that bottle.” Apple Bloom demanded, grabbing the whisky off Filthy’s hands and chugged half of it down her throat. “Alright Filthy. Let me have it.”

The older stallion smiled. “It would be my pleasure.”