A Camden Tale

“What do you mean Ambrosia isn’t coming back?” Orchard pleaded with his brother.

“I mean she isn’t coming back, she’s not welcome here!” Poppy shouted, just barley able to suppress his rage below that just full out screaming.

“Why? Where is she supposed to go? She’s my marefriend.” Orchard continued to plead, his voice growing more desperate.

“She isn’t coming back! I’m sorry Orchard, but she isn’t coming back. This is my dorm.” He continued to rant, simply repeating his own words back verboten as he angrily stormed about the living room, half talking to himself.

“I know. But she’s my marefriend, what am I supposed to do?” Orchard begged, confronting his brother head on as tears started to well up in his eyes.

“Orchard. She’s cheated on you literally dozens of times, treats you like shit, constantly insults you and calls you a colt, and now she’s running around the entire campus spreading lies about us to whatever pony will listen.” Poppy started his anger only growing with each following damnation he brought against the mare until he too found himself becoming just more than a bit teary eyed.

“I’ve sat and watched her abuse you for fucking months. No! I can’t.” He continued, half pleaded with him as he cast his eyes off. “I’m sorry.”

“Ambrosia, you don’t know her like I do. You can’t say that. And you know full well that we have an open relationship. Besides I’ve never heard her say much worse about anypony than you have to her face. The way you’ve treated her, practically spat on her!” Orchard screamed, his eyes growing hot with anger before he finally stormed off from his big brother as he tried to recollect himself.

“Orchard, she’s your marefriend. When have you ever seen me say one bad thing about any of the colts that I’ve brought home, and they’re just random colts? How about my friends, the other ponies I care about? When have I ever said anything against you?” Poppy tired to argue, hesitantly trotting towards his ‘sister’ as the other stallion tried his best to remain calm, and divert attention away from himself, taking very cool, small, and calculated steps away from him.

“Anything I’ve ever done or said to Ambrosia or anypony for that matter has been because they deserved it. Their assholes. I’m obligated to be nice to the ponies who abuse those that I care about.” Poppy continued, as he drew ever closer to his ‘sister’.

‘Anything I’ve ever done or said to Ambrosia has been because they deserved it. Anything I’ve ever done or said.’ Orchard repeated silently over to himself in the relative safety of his own mind as he continued to very slowly trot away from his big brother.

He felt a small shudder run down his spine as his tail began to instinctively shrink back between his hind legs as his mind drew back to the events of last night. His heart half sank as he remembered the feeling of it, his brother’s tail brushing up against and teasing his pussy, making him wet. He remembered the intense feeling of discomfort and ‘wrongness’ that flushed through his entire body in that moment, in those long discomforting moments.

He also remembered just how aroused he was, and just how much worse that made the whole thing, that sense of ‘wrongness.’ His own brother touching him. His own brother. Touching his pussy, just out of nowhere, drunkenly leering over, letting his weight keep him in place as he fondled and played with his privates.

He had to stop that thought. As ashamed as he was, and as much of that ‘wrongness’ that he had tried to suppress flooded back to him, he couldn’t help but get aroused.

Then he thought of Ambrosia and his heart sank, and he felt a whole new wave of guilt overcome him as his eyes welled up with red hot tears.

“Orchard?” His brother simply asked, any of the righteous anger or frustration that had previously raged throughout his body completely dissipating as he saw his ‘sister’ in genuine pain.

“You abused her.” Orchard cried, hot tears audibly streaming from her eyes, matting his fur and half soaking the carpet bellow him as he neared ever closer to a complete break.

“Orchard. Please.” He begged, trying to wrap his forehooves around his poor little ‘sister’, holding his body close to his own.

“You fucking abused her.” He bellowed. “Every single fucking day!” He continued to cry hysterically, wildly exaggerating, but not without cause.

“Orchard. Honey, please?” Poppy continued to beg, as the tears from his own eyes began to freely fall. “What are you talking? I would never hurt you.” He asked as soothingly as he possibly could.

“Yesterday morning. You touched……” Orchard started. “You touched my marefriend’s…….”

“Orchard?” Poppy simply asked after a long interval of interruption, a strong feeling of guilt suddenly overcoming him, realising just how deeply he had hurt his little ‘sister’.

“Poppy, your rubbed your dick right up against her pussy! As a fucking joke! You pressed your dick right up against her vulva as a fucking joke! Because she was being an ‘asshole’. And that wasn’t the first time. How many times have you joking made a pass at her or touched her, just to upset her, to annoy her.” Orchard screamed, completely breaking down until he was incapable of even that. “Because she’s the asshole? She’s the asshole?”

“You don’t know her like I do Poppy! You don’t know anything about her!” Orchard let out, using whatever little strength he had left for that final burst of anger.

“Orch…”

“And you think I don’t fucking know! You think that I’m that fucking stupid! As if I hadn’t noticed your little creeky tile, or how it always seems to move ever so slightly whenever you go to the bathroom to feel sorry for yourself! As if I wouldn’t know that my own marefriend is pregnant!“ The whole world seemed to stop at that last word. Orchard felt as his heart drop in his chest as the whole world around him shattered, his chest becoming painfully tight.

Poppy didn’t respond, he couldn’t, as he felt his chest constrict just as painful as his heart seemed to be physically crushed by the weight of it.

Turning his head Orchard sprinted off, leaving the door half opened behind him as he escaped onto campus.