Chapter 14 - Climax

Custom-composed music by Tyko, for atmosphere as you read this chapter...

Also, a warning to those reading: non-consensual shenanigans ahead. Feel free to skip this if you don't want to stomach it.

You awaken to being thrown rather forcefully down on the ground, jolting you awake. Jerking your head around, you’re still in the tree house, but—

“Glad yer awake, Scootaloo,” you hear a female’s voice come from inside the tree house. Your eyes widen, and you slowly turn around to see Anon and Applebloom… on your bed. Anon is tied to the bedposts, with rope binding his mouth from speaking. And Applebloom, she’s…

“I wanted ya t’ be awake t’ see that Anon loves me, an’ me only…” she growled, and it wasn’t until just now that you realized…

Anon’s jacket has been strewn down to the floor like garbage, and his entire lower half is completely naked…

This is your first time ever seeing Anon’s… ‘thing’, out in the open… or anyone’s ‘thing’, for that matter. He struggles against the bindings, and grunts out angrily in resistance, but you can’t understand a word he’s saying…

Applebloom looks back to him. “Ah told ya, Anon… ya love me, ah know you do…” she whispers, lowering herself down against him, sliding against him. “Ya just don’t know it yet…”

No, she’s… She’s going to do it…!

Grunting, you try to stand on all four hooves, but it looks like you’re not all together yet… there’s nothing you can do…

“Ooh, yer gettin’ bigger than ya were before?” she grins down at him, leaning her head down to his. No… she’s…

You can’t even bear to look right now. Turning your head, you close your eyes tight. In the blackness, you hear Anon’s grunts of displeasure, contrasting Applebloom’s growls of pleasure at finally getting her prize after all this time…

And then everything is silent. You hear a small shuffling of movement, and then Applebloom’s blissful cry of both pleasure and pain as she takes what you had been wanting all this time…

All that working so hard to craft a relationship with Anon, to be ruined in this moment with Applebloom taking by force what you had wanted him to give…

…No! No more!

Applebloom’s gasps of bliss resonate through your head, fueling your will to make them stop… for good.

Through sheer force of will, you manage to stand on all four hooves, your eyes now transfixed on the mare that had once been your best friend.

“NO!” you let out your battle cry, startling Applebloom as you launch yourself at the two of them, slamming right into Applebloom’s side, causing her to topple over off the bed, the force of the blow smacking her head against the floor. There, her body twitches as unconsciousness takes her, her side visibly bruised from your charge.

Landing on the bed, you take a few moments to collect yourself, slowing your breathing before letting out a heavy sigh, looking at the crumpled, unconscious mare that had been your friend all these years.

Not after this stunt, though. This went way too far.

With your voice quivering, your body visibly shaking, and your eyes fierce with anger, you growl out, “Consider our friendship over, Applebloom.” You huff in her general direction, before turning back to Anon, and his…

…Oh wow, it DID get bigger than it was earlier…

Looking up at him, you crawl up to his face, doing your best to work the rope off of his mouth. Pulling it away, he coughs off to the side, before looking up at you.

“Th-thanks, Scoots…” he manages to get out, panting a bit. “I really owe you one for saving me like that…”

You smile down at him, tears in your eyes before hugging his head. “No, Anon.” You lean back up, still smiling weakly down at him, before glancing briefly at Applebloom. “She was only able to get you first… because I was trying to beat her to it.”

You straddle his waist with your hind legs, lowering yourself down against his shaft. You feel it twitch slightly under you, and it sends a shiver down your spine as to what you are about to do…

His eyes widen when he realizes what you mean by that. “…Scoots, no. No, I don’t want this,” he begins to look around frantically. “Scoots, I know how you feel about me, but you don’t have to do this,” his voice cracks a bit. “Not you, Scoots. Please…”

You shake your head, picking yourself up off of him and adjusting his shaft up against your second pair of lips. “I’m sorry, Anon. But I love you too much to hold myself back…”

And with that, you drop yourself down onto his shaft, taking in every last bit of him, down to the very last inch.

A shock of pain rockets through your body; he’s bigger than your body was ready to handle. Much bigger. But that always happens the first time, you remember from school. He’s unable to suppress a moan escaping his throat, and he grits his teeth as you continue to slowly gyrate yourself against him, looking down at his shaft, a few trickles of blood making their way down.

You did it. You really did it… you’ve given him all of yourself, and now…

“Don’t worry, Anon… I’ll make it feel good, I promise…”

He turns his head to the side, his eyes clamped shut as he flings insults and curses everywhere, but you don’t care at this point. You’ve drowned out all sound from your hearing, and all that you can hear is his body speaking to yours… And his body is urging you further.

The pain is starting to subside, now. With reinforced vigor, you bring yourself up to have just the tip of his length inside you, before slamming down once again, just like before. You let out a yelp of pain once again, but it’s not as bad as it was the first time. You can do this!

Continuing the process, you gyrate your lower body against his, slowly dragging your way up the shaft and slamming down once again, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through you. Each time, the amount of pleasure caused by it numbs the pain more and more, until you feel something coming over you…

It’s… it’s a real orgasm! Your body begins to shudder, but you’ve prepared yourself for this moment.

Letting out a blissful cry, you slam yourself down to the hilt of his shaft, your insides clenching around it like a vice. You reel your body back, the feeling of a true orgasm overtaking you…

Your head becomes woozy, and you collapse onto Anon’s chest, your juices coating his entire waist. “A… Anon, that was… amazing…”

He doesn’t respond. You look up at him, and see he’s still looking to the side, brow furrowed, not meeting your gaze.

“You still haven’t reached your limit yet, have you?” you smile, easing your body back up into the cowgirl position it was in before. “Well, don’t worry about that, Anon… Scootaloo’s gonna take good care of you.”

You give him a sly wink, before beginning the thrusting once again. This time, there is no pain; your body has been able to adjust completely to his length distorting the natural shape of your inner walls, and all that remains is pure bliss with each time his shaft rockets against your cervix. “Mmmph, so good…” you let out moans of pleasure each time the feeling of fullness reaches your brain. But your cravings do not stop here… no, you want more… you need more…

Leaning yourself down against Anon’s body, you begin to thrust your hips down against him, grinding for a second or two each time you slam down, making sure every last bit of him is enveloped into your warm insides. He’s stifling his moans and grunts now, you can tell from the way his throat moves and his mouth just barely breathes out air. Pressing your ear to his chest, you can hear the vibrations much more clearly.

“You… like this, don’t you? It feels good?” You follow this up with a long, hard thrust down, completely enveloping him into you, and you hear it come not from his chest, but from his mouth itself.

And it’s the most carnal thing your ears have ever heard.

You know for a fact now that he’s enjoying it, even if he won’t admit it. With renewed vigor, you begin thrusting your hips down harder and faster onto him, leaving him no room to recover.

You wanted him inside you. You got him inside you. And now you want one more thing…

“Anon… I wanted to thank you, you know… for showing me kindness all those months ago…”

You’re panting now, and you can tell he’s nearing his own limit as well.

“Ever since then, I’ve been trying to make it up to you…”

His fists are clenching against the ropes holding him, but they don’t budge.

“And now, I… I think I’ve finally learned how to do it…”

For the first time since the two of you started, his eyes open, and they look directly into yours.

“I want to take you to the ends of Equestria, Anon… use my body to satisfy your every desire, your every craving… I will make you love me, and only me…”

His eyes widen, and now that the initial tension of the beginning has passed, you hear him speak clearly to you.

“Scootaloo… I will never love you.”

You shake your head, thrusting even harder now. “No… you love me… I know you do…”

Slamming your flank against him in one aggressive thrust, he lets out a loud grunt.

“I love you, Anon…”

You feel the same overwhelming feeling of pleasure begin to build up within you.

“I love you…”

Your body clenches tightly on Anon’s shaft; this time, he’s going to know you love him…

“I love you!”

You repeat that same mantra over and over, both aloud and in your head, as your second orgasm takes hold.

“I LOVE YOU!”

Taking in all of Anon once again, your insides clench even tighter against him than the first time. But, that’s not all that happens.

Despite all his protest, all of his resistance, all of those things he was denying… Anon lets out a loud, pleasured moan, and thrusts his hips back up into you.

And then you feel it. One, two three, four, five, six, seven… eight…

He… he really did…

Your insides are overcome with a feeling of pure warmth as you feel his juices mixing with yours, deep within your womb.

Expending all of his seed inside you, Anon is panting heavily now, his body slumping back down onto the bed.

“See, Anon…?” you place your front hooves on your lower belly, caressing it before him. “I feel them all inside me… it’s so warm…”

He looks up at you, wide eyed, and then down at where the two of you are joined as one, before gritting his teeth and squinting his eyes closed, looking up at the ceiling.

It must be a lot for him to take in. He’ll come around.

Laying down on his chest, you fall asleep, his length still twitching inside your inner depths…

It happened. Again.

First, it was Applejack. You both tried making it work, but in the end neither of you were right for each other.

Now, not only was it her sister, but her sister’s best friend—

Well, former best friend, at this point, you suppose.

Did you love her? Was your mind playing tricks on you all this time, and you just didn’t know?

Maybe this is just how ponies show affection; not like you would know either way, you can’t remember your own childhood, wherever you came from...

The whole “what happens behind closed doors” thing didn’t help either, and Cheerilee’s class on sex education, while a bit strange to be getting taught that from a friend of yours, wasn’t very specific on these sorts of things.

One thing’s for sure, though; as far as you know, you didn’t want this. No matter what Scootaloo says, no matter what she believes, you didn’t want this. You don’t love her.

…Right?

You’re not getting out of here anytime soon, it looks like. With Scootaloo content with leaving you tied up here, and Apple Bloom knocked out, you’re stuck.

What you wouldn’t give to have Rainbow Dash here. She’d know what to do…

…Or anyone, for that matter.

Looks like you’re on your own on this one.

Exhaustion is taking you now, though… your body isn’t obeying your mind…

As your eyes close, you let out a heavy sigh. “I’m so alone…”

That’s all you mutter as exhaustive sleep overtakes you, the warmth of the mare’s body on your chest the only comfort you have against the cold night air.

Author's Note

And now, time to provide all of you with the original request's message, posted exactly one year ago today (October 30th, 2012):
Link to the original post
"Someone needs to do a story where Scootaloo rapes Anon. Broken and despondent, she falls madly in love with him when he is the only one who shows her kindness. Scootaloo becomes obsessed and when he begins to avoid her because of her perceived clingy attitude, her obsession and paranoia grows...fed by her developing lust and fear of abandonment. Terrified at the prospect of losing the only being to show her any kind of positive attention, Scootaloo succumbs to her paranoia and lust..."

A delivery one year in the making, but a delivery nonetheless. For those who have followed this story since the beginning, I hope you've enjoyed the wild ride. Because we're not done yet...

~Wuten

For those still mad, I direct you here.