Hurt

6. Down on the Farm

God. DAMN. It. You fucking idiot. You fucked with a unicorn. That has MAGIC. Sure, as a human, you're immune to magic. But even without the magic there's that useful stabbing instrument attached to their heads.

It's be about a month since you attacked Twilight, and you feel like you haven't slept the entire time. She knows where you live, after all. They ALL do. It's ok. Calm down. If they haven't done anything yet, maybe they won't do anything at all? Maybe they're too scared, or too ashamed.

You feel your stomach rumbling. Just calm down. Some breakfast should calm your nerves. You check your cupboard. Damn. You ran out of food and was too freaked out to notice. Well, better go buy something. Maybe some apples.

You give the money to Granny Smith and carry your basket out into the orchard. That one looks good. Ooh, there's a big one. Ick, that one's spoiled.

Soon enough, your basket is full. You pluck an apple out of the basket and bite into it. Before you have a chance to enjoy it, however, you see a rope fly over your body and tighten around your legs. Your feet are yanked out from under you.

"Aha! Gotcha now!"

Ah shit. In a second. the orange pony had you hogtied and helpless. Someone told.

Oh shiiiiiiiit my comeuppance.

W-w-what i-i-s th-this?" You stammer like a moron.

Thoughts fly through your head. What will they do with you? Kill you? Torture you? Torture THEN kill you? As the thoughts become more and more gory, you start to sweat and hyperventilate.

"Whoa now, Anon, calm down!"

"Wha?"

"I was just havin' a little fun is all."

Oh." All you can think to say.

he lets you loose and you shakily climb to your feet.

"What's the matter, Anon? Y'all should know by now I'd never hurt a friend o' mine."

"Yeah, I guess so."

You're pissed, but you can't show it. Not yet. You eye the rope on the ground.

"Hey, show me how to do that."

"Now just loop that down and back, then pull on both ends."

You follow her instructions and soon, she's lying on her back, legs tied, just as helpless as you were a few minutes ago. She struggles a bit.

'This is pretty good for your first attempt!"

You look down on her. So helpless. So vulnerable. So exposed. You start to feel a bit... naughty.

"Heh, ok now, Anon." Apple Jack laughs nervously. "Let me up."

Yeah, how about no. You kneel over her and run your hand over her flank. Apple Jack begins to struggle.

"Consarn it, Anon! This ain't funny!"

You trace your fingers over her cutie mark, causing her to shiver. You finally make your way to the fun parts. Apple Jack is looking scared instead of angry now. Her breathing is picking up.

"Ok... Anon... I don't know what's gotten into you, but if you stop now, we can forget all about this."

Your fingers brush her slit.

"Anon, please."

Her pleading is adorable. You are so hard right now.

You enter her with two fingers, stroking her insides. She starts fighting harder than ever.

"NO! STOP! BIG MAC, HELP ME!"

That won't do. You grab an apple from your basket and cram it in her mouth. She tries to chew through it but you have another ready. She begins to choke on the pieces and stops trying to get the apple out. You continue your work. As you penetrate her with your fingers, she sniffles and groans, on the verge of tears.

Alright, then. Your turn. You drop trou and line yourself up. With all four legs in the air, it's hard to reach, so you roll her over onto her side. As you prepare to enter her, she starts to struggle again. You hold her down. She's much stronger than the others, but the rope holds her tightly. She's trapped.

As you slide into her, she jerks and begins to cry softly. You run your hand up her side to her mane. She looks at you as you stroke it, her eyes scared and pleading. The muffled mewling tugs at your heartstrings and pushes you over the edge. You climax inside her.

She goes limp as you pull out of her, resting her head in a tiny puddle of tears. You stand up and fix your pants. You take her hat, still on after all this, and put it over her face, blocking it from view. You undo the knot on the ropes binding her, but don't untie her. She can get free now, if she tries. Picking up your basket of apples, you set off. Selecting a large one, you take a bite. The juice runs down your chin. You love apples.