IV

It was just another day when things got weird. As normal as any day as a human surrounded by talking pastille-coloured equines could be, anyway.

I showed up early to school to account for an inability to sleep in, jonesed up on coffee and a particularly lurid fantasy that had kept me from getting to proper unconsciousness; Applebloom’s tight little slit planted firmly on my face and grinding up and down my mouth, her head tilted forward and buried in a pillow with a mouthful of her own big red bow clenched between her teeth to keep her moans from sounding out. Me, naked, my cock slick with lubricant as Applebloom slid her body across it with the necessity of her grinding on my face, rubbing me off with her soft yellow fur unintentionally.

I’d woken up to sticky sheets, which wasn’t all that uncommon.

The fantasy was still clear in my mind when I saw Applebloom. She had shown up for school earlier than either of her two friends, which was frequent enough not to be unusual. Her family were farm workers, which meant they were usually up with the rooster crowing anyway, her being no exception. It made more sense to go to school and play around with her classmates or get some reading in before starting class instead of staying at home and being roped into helping with the farm-chores. Sweetie Belle was usually just on time, rushed to school by either her parents or her sister, both of whom seemed perpetually just-not-quite-late, and Scootaloo was one of the only fillies that managed to be tardy or completely absent. There were questions for her parents every other week, and if I was more concerned with her genuine well-being instead of just my thoughts of dicking her friend I probably would have gotten more invested.

I mean, I do care, to an extent. Maybe that’s something to look into later.

Applebloom beamed when she saw me cresting the corner to the playground, and she ran at me like a missile en route to its target. I let out a small ‘oof’ when she jumped headfirst into my chest, and I caught her at waist-level, my hands wrapping around her midriff and holding up her up like a toddler. She was so soft, so tiny; I just wanted to slam her down right there and let her feel how hard I was already through my jeans.

“Morning!” she said, completely oblivious to the perverted thoughts running through my head.

Move your hands down. You could probably feel her slit if you just dropped your fingers a little. You could finger her tight little pussy right now and have the taste on your hands to touch yourself with forever–

“Morning, Applebloom. You seem in a good mood today.”

Applebloom nodded as I lowered her, and smiled up at me like I’d reminded her of how happy she already looked.

“Today me, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo are gonna get some supplies to fancy up our clubhouse. We’re gonna renovate the whole outside; it’s gonna look fantastic when we’re done!”

“Is that so?” Talking to Applebloom was always a weird balance between communicating to a kid and having a normal conversation with someone – as much as I could with a pony, anyway. I think the part saying I should be nice and humour her youthful attitude was the same part that still remembered working with kids back on Earth; certainly not the part that wanted to spread her legs wide and slam myself into her cunt, in any case.

I didn’t notice the hoofsteps behind me on the grass, but the voice that came before Applebloom could respond was hard to miss.

“Applebloom, I can’t believe you let that thing put his hands all over you. Aren’t you afraid you’re gonna get some weird human disease from him touching you?”

The familiar sound of shrill, snobbish bitchiness. Who else but Diamond Tiara?

I turned around to find the stuck-up pink filly sneering from just a little ways away. She looked even richer and bratty than usual – her horrible tiara was garnished by a huge garish ornament in the center, something that looked like a cross between an Aztec talisman and a bad dream-catcher. It had little flanges that hung off the side and waved as she moved her head.

“He ain’t got no ‘human’ diseases, you dummy. He’s just as healthy as you or me.” Applebloom responded before I could get in a word of caution, and Diamond Tiara walked closer as she heard the attempt at logic-ing away her taunt.

“Hmm… you know, Applebloom, I heard there’s another reason you might not mind.” Diamond Tiara spoke in an exaggerated tone, loud enough that her volume drew the attention of several other ponies that were nearby, just getting ready to start the day at school.

Again, before I could interject, Applebloom shot back a response.

“Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

I didn’t like that Applebloom was playing into the straightened tunnel of responses already. Diamond Tiara was nothing if not clever in her bitchiness, and sometimes it worried me.

“I heard,” Diamond Tiara started, making herself as loud as possible without shouting, “that you actually like his gross hands and fingers all over you. I heard… that you have a crush on him.”

Applebloom’s face went bright red. I think it was more of a somatic response to being accused of having a crush on anyone, nevermind that it was me in particular. My dick didn’t want to believe that though – it jumped for joy at the thought of Applebloom pining over me, already entertaining deluded ideas about first kisses and a hushed romance and ‘I’ve never been touched down there before, will you show me how it feels’–

“I do not!” Applebloom shot back.

Drat. Well, that could have been to save face.

“I heard,” Diamond Tiara went on, “that you’re a weirdo who’s attracted to humans. I heard that you wanna get the human all to yourself and slobber all over his face.”

Damnit.  I tried to will my dick into obsolescence at the idea of sloppy Applebloom makeouts, but didn’t have much success.

Applebloom looked like someone had shot her sister in front of her. Her mouth started moving before she began to speak, and her words stuttered as they came out.

“What… I… I do not…”

“Why don’t you show everypony, Applebloom? Show us what you’d do to the human if you got him alone in your stupid little clubhouse for an evening.”

Alright, that was probably enough. As much as I was enjoying the ideas Diamond Tiara was putting into my head – or rather, ones that were already there that she was merely bringing to light – I wasn’t about to let her make Applebloom’s life any more miserable. Best to jump out in front of this thing before it got any further.

“Diamond Tiara, that’s enough. Applebloom doesn’t–“

A tap on my ankle interrupted me. It was a familiar enough feeling, just a simple prod for attention, the sort Applebloom would give if I was sleeping on the job or simply not looking when she walked up. It was enough to get me to turn my head back around to Applebloom’s direction, interrupting the scolding I was about to start.

Applebloom stared up at me as I turned. Her facial expression was one I couldn’t place; she looked almost confused for a minute, as though she didn’t know why she had asked me to turn around in the first place.

It wasn’t the time in the discourse to ask what she wanted, so I settled for raising an eyebrow by way of questioning.

Instead of words, she crouched down just a little and sprung up, jumping like she had before but with a good deal less velocity. I wasn’t sure what else to do, so I caught her, though any type of contact was likely exacerbating the situation Diamond Tiara was making a point of focusing on. My hands wrapped around her waist again and held her just a few inches away from my chest.

“Applebloom, what are you–“

She moved before I had time to finish speaking. A set of lips on mine stopped my words where they had formed.

Applebloom’s lips. Her mouth. On mine. Kissing me.

I think my brain went into a panic.

On one hand, Applebloom was kissing me. It wasn’t a particularly depraved kiss – no open mouth, no tongue, no wanton moaning – but it was still her lips on mine, with her face pressed forward in a very clear act of affection. In my shock, I didn’t even manage to close my eyes.

She wants it, thought the center of my brain begging me every minute of the day to bend her over and plow out her virgin pussy like a stallion rutting a mare in heat.

In my pants, my dick fought a private struggle to avoid from going from half-engorged to a full blown hardon ready to spray cum all over the insides of my boxers. It wasn’t that good a kiss, but the fact that it was anything from Applebloom was enough to send every synapse in my brain firing into full-blown repressed desire emphasis mode.

All this happened in the course of about two seconds, mind you. As caught up as I was in the enormity of my response to the thing happening, I still had the sense to negotiate the particulars in my head.

So, Applebloom was kissing me.

That was kind of bad, given Diamond Tiara’s ranting.

Why now?

This could be very bad.

I had to do some kind of damage control. I could see, out of the corner of my eyes that were still open, that every pony that had been watching after Diamond Tiara’s shouting had drawn their attention was frozen in place, eyes wide, watching the display of interspecies affection in front of them. I mean, I don’t know if I’d go so far as to call it something like that… but for all intents and purposes, it looked about as bad as me fucking a horse in full view of the entire town of Ponyville. I mean, Applebloom being a kid made things a fair bit worse.

So, right. Damage control.

“Applebloom!” I shouted and fought the protesting screams of every inch of my body as I pulled the tiny yellow pony away from my face. Her lips had barely been on mine, but already I could taste the soft, gentle sweetness they left behind, and I fought every impulse to lick my lips and savour the delicious flavour.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Had to play it like the whole thing was completely horrible. It was the only way to extricate myself from the situation.

“Huh?” Applebloom sounded more confused than anything. Her face was a mixture of dizziness and worry at the tone of my voice. Had she been so caught up in her sudden display of affection that she was still reeling from (what I presumed was) her first kiss?

The other kids were still staring at us. I had to play up my revulsion a bit more, deny any culpability in that kiss.

“That was completely unacceptable! What on earth made you think something like that would be alright?”

“I… but I…” Applebloom stammered. I could see tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, and I so desperately hoped I didn’t have to make her cry to hammer the point home enough for it to be believable.

Had to pre-empt any attempts to draw further attention.

“I’m going to have to speak to Cheerilee about your behaviour… what you just did was totally inappropriate.” I set Applebloom down at this point, reconciling the fact that I could let her dash off if the public shame I was laying on was too much. God, I wanted so badly to scoop her up in my arms and return that kiss, give it back to her tenfold, open my mouth wider and taste her sweet filly tongue with mine, move my kisses down to her neck and stomach and all over her body, licking up and down every inch of her until she was soaked with my saliva…

But, that would be bad. I could feel Diamond Tiara’s leer on the back of my head.

That was enough show for now though.

I turned around, leaving Applebloom sniffling and stammering under the gazes of her classmates. I wasn’t sure how to deal with the repercussions of that kiss on her level, but I had to finish covering my own ass first.

“If you were trying to embarrass Applebloom into doing something stupid… if that was a dare or something equally dumb… Cheerilee is going to hear about your involvement too, Diamond Tiara.”

Diamond Tiara flipped her head to the side, sending a single stray lock of her mane across her face. She locked her eyes on me as her hair settled, and glared at me with the corner of her mouth upturned in what I’d come to recognize as something of a trademark malicious smirk.

“Hmph. Don’t blame me just because Applebloom is a perv who wants to make out with a freak-of-nature like you.”

“That’s enough.” Speak loud. Hope that volume equals authority, and put a cap on the situation.

The school-bell rang. Thank God.

“Come on everyone, get to class. I’ll be in to see Cheerilee in a moment.”

Getting a kid’s attention away from a spectacle of that size would normally be like pulling teeth, but having a loud enough voice was a big help. Being several feet taller than them was also pretty helpful. Besides which; the school-bell was at least an intrinsic authority apart from any direction from me. If they didn’t go now, they’d be late. It gave me a few minutes to buy some time.

Applebloom was the only one who didn’t start walking right away. Diamond Tiara followed her schoolmates, but I could hear her snickering the whole way.

I had to choose my words carefully.

I kneeled down next to Applebloom, taking up a position with my knee bent that I hoped would hide the colossal bulge in my jeans I was praying no one had noticed.

“Applebloom,” I started, trying to make my tone somewhere between authoritarian and sympathetic. Applebloom looked like she could barely hear me. She was standing like she’d been stunned, her eyes open wide and her mouth hanging parted just a little bit.

“I know you’re a smart pony, so you can’t have thought that was a good idea. Even if you did have a crush on me, which is something we should discuss, if it’s true”–God please let it be true–“you still shouldn’t have acted on it like that; especially with Diamond Tiara teasing about it. You played right into her plan!”

At no point did I outright declare what Applebloom had done was inherently wrong. It was tricky manoeuvring my words to keep away the notion that I was disgusted with her… on the off chance that kiss had come from a place of deep-seated reasoning, I didn’t want to burn the first in-routes I’d made to the fantasy of red-bow yellow-furred ponyfucking that had haunted me at night for months.

“I… I don’t…” Applebloom stammered. The look on her face made my heart ache; either she’d acted blindly out of a sudden impulse and was reeling from the consequences, or the verbal lashing I’d needed to give her had shaken her up too badly for her to form a coherent thought.

“Look,” I said, kneeling down and putting a hand on her back God her fur is so soft, “we can talk about it later, okay? Just don’t do anything like that again, especially while Diamond Tiara’s around.” By ‘that’ I specifically meant the whole ‘kissing in public part’, which I hoped desperately I could refer to if we discussed the event further.

“Come on, let’s get you to class. The bell rang ages ago.” In reality it had been a minute or two at most, but every minute with Applebloom outside and myself still out of sight was digging the grave of rumour deeper. I took Applebloom’s hoof and walked her inside. She followed along, dazed, still looking like she had no idea what she’d just done.

I did take a minute to talk to Cheerilee when I got into class. Most of the ponies in their desks had their eyes on me as I walked up to her and whispered into her ear.

It wasn’t anything even remotely related, but they didn’t have to know that.

And then it was back to waiting outside for the bell to ring again.

As I took up a lean against the school-wall, I noticed I was still painfully hard against the crease of my jeans. I briefly thought about extricating myself for a minute or two to take care of business, but decided against it on the basis that rewarding the mess of events that had taken place with any self-satisfaction was a bad form of mental conditioning. If anything, I was aware at every second that no part of wanting to do anything with Applebloom was good, or healthy. It was a constant guilty struggle to repress every facet of that desire, and it felt like finding a set of bushes to beat off into with the taste of Applebloom’s kiss still on my lips would be finally giving in and submerging myself fully in my disgusting urges.

It was awfully tempting though.

The minutes blurred until the recess bell rang. I watched the crowd of ponies coming out of the school-house, scanning for the flash of Applebloom’s red bow. It bobbed out last in the sea of kids, and I kept my eyes locked on it as it separated through the ponies in its way until Applebloom’s face appeared in front of me.

Had to choose my words carefully.

“You feeling any better? You looked pretty out of it when class was starting.”

Applebloom shook her head like she was clearing it after a particularly long sleep. Her eyes and mouth were contorted in some sort of pained expression, looking like she’d just gotten some bad news in the mail and couldn’t shake the feeling.

“I… yeah, I think so. I just feel kinda… drowsy, I guess.”

Lack of sleep? Maybe she’d been up all night and had just made a bad decision in her brain-addled state.

“Do you need to go home and get some rest?”

Applebloom shook her head again.

“No, I’m okay, I think.”

I let a second or two of silence pass before I continued the conversation. If Applebloom wasn’t going to broach the subject, I had to.

“So, about what happened before school...”

“I don’t know what happened before school! I just… everypony was staring at me, and I… I don’t remember…”

I hoped she was just exaggerating. Drowsiness and memory loss weren’t symptoms to play around with. But, it seemed much more likely that, given the trauma of the event, that she’d just disappeared in her own head for a minute.

“Mhm. Well, I won’t force you to go over the details. We can discuss it later. Just promise you won’t do anything like that again.”

Applebloom scrunched up her face for a second before she looked up at me. Her eyes looked less droopy all of a sudden, filled with a sudden wakefulness or clarity.

“Of course, I won’t do anything like that again.”

Well, that was reassuring at least.

“Good. Now why don’t you go find Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo and get some play-time in before you go back to class?”

“Of course! You hafta come with us though.”

That might not be a good idea. Probably better to give the situation some breathing room before I got myself in more trouble.

“That’s okay. You guys go off and have some fun without me–“

Applebloom was next to me before I could blink. Her mouth was on my jeans, tugging me towards the playground with a look in her eyes like a sad kitten.

Her mouth was on my jeans. Right below my belly-button. At waist-height.

I could feel myself twitch against the fabric.

“Cuhm ohn!” she mumbled through her mouthful of denim. The vibration of her speech sent a tingle right through the zippered portion of my pants. It ran along the fully-hardened shaft pressed up against Applebloom’s mouth. In that moment, I took a consult with divinity to avoid blowing my load right there. Right into Applebloom’s mouth through my jeans. This close to shooting sticky white stuff so hard it would soak through the fabric and hit Applebloom right on the lips…

I pushed her away as gently as possible, reeling from the proximity I was sure I would toss-and-turn for months to forget.

“Really, Applebloom, I’m not sure I’m in the mood right now.”

And just like that, Applebloom was back to my side. She rubbed herself along my legs like a cat, and settled with her backside to me, turning her face and looking back at me with a pouty expression. Her back was arched ever so slightly… giving me a full view of her cute little butt. And, right below it…

God must be taunting me. If there was a God in Equestria, that is. Celestia might be the closest equivalent, but I couldn’t see any part of her wanting me to think the things I was thinking at that moment.

Touch it, my brain said. Reach out and take a handful of those tight little butt-cheeks and spread ‘em wide open so you can shove your face into her sweet baby-slit and go to town until she has her first orgasm all over your mouth.

Never have I had willpower stronger in my life.

Gaaaah.

“Alright, alright, I’ll come play, but take it easy on me for a bit, okay? I’m pretty tired right now too.”

“No problem!” And with that, Applebloom seemed content. She grabbed my hand in her mouth and led me off like a dog in search of her two friends.

It was enough of a turn from her earlier confusion to reassure any thoughts in my head about an illness, in any case.

I noticed Diamond Tiara glaring at us from afar as we went off to play. She could think whatever she wanted, for now… if any more argument got me Applebloom’s body in any more compromising positions, it’d be safer to do things this way instead of giving into my desires and railing the poor little filly right there on the playground.

The wind was strong that day. It made the trees bob in the breeze.

Diamond Tiara’s stupid new crown-ornament did the same thing. It looked like a bad native arts-and-crafts project. I made a mental note to tell her so at some point in the future.

The rest of the day kept me on my toes.

Applebloom was as chipper as she’d ever been. She spent the whole day laughing and smiling, at least when I saw her. And she wanted me to play with her at every opportunity. Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo weren’t opposed to the idea, but Applebloom looked like she might burst into tears if I said no; so, of course, I obliged with no part of me willing to make such a beautiful little filly cry.

But Applebloom’s behaviour from recess seemed to repeat itself several times. I don’t know if it’s that I had fallen so far off the deep-end that everything she did was overtly sexual or suggestive, or that some bizarre confluence of events spurred her into doing things just so, in a way that made my dick achingly hard every other minute. Playing ball, she bent over to pick it up right in front of me, giving me a full spread of her tiny slit and arching her back like she was ready to get plowed like a real woman. In a game of tag, tackling me so hard she knocked me off my feet, and landing squarely on top of my crotch, her weight grinding her butt down onto my jeans and rubbing up against my cock through my clothes. Every time she spoke, giggling at me in the most intoxicatingly nubile way. Winking at me to emphasize every joke. Always wanting to rub up against me, take my hand with her mouth, get a hug every other minute.

If Diamond Tiara hadn’t planted the idea of Applebloom wanting something with me, Applebloom’s behaviour certainly wasn’t helping the situation. I tried to restrain my affection as much as I could, but it was a constant struggle between the still remotely conscious part of my conscience and every other part of me, including my dick, which just wanted to give in and smother Applebloom in attention, take advantage of every erotic action whether by accident or intention, and effectively break down and do things to that tiny little horse that I’d been wanting to do for ages.

It was a relief when the day-end bell sounded.

As she’d done at every other bell that day, each with increasing enthusiasm, Applebloom made a beeline through her classmates in my direction. I considered leaving before class let out just to get some breathing room, and perhaps to let go of the pent up frustration brewing in my balls that was growing stronger with every second of the day. But, in the end, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I had to get every second of Applebloom that I was allowed, and today felt like I had won the medium-sized jackpot on a horse-pedophile lottery ticket.

Applebloom slowed her speed as she neared, which made me at least a little relieved knowing I didn’t have to expect a full-velocity hug again. I wasn’t sure how many more of them I could take before my hands caught her butt instead of her waist, and from there gave an ‘accidental’ slip along the slit between her legs.

Ugh.

“So,” I said, picking myself up from the wall, “glad to be done for the day?”

Applebloom looked up at me. For a second her eyes looked as bloodshot and droopy as they had been that morning, but she scrunched her face up and the dreariness cleared. Her eyes were bright and wide again, shimmering with the brilliant orange of her irises, so bright it seemed like they might be catching the light from the sun. She nodded at me enthusiastically.

“Uh-huh! Remember I said we’re gonna renovate the clubhouse today?”

I remembered after she reminded me, in any case.

“Oh, yeah. Are you just waiting for Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo then?”

Applebloom shook her head.

“Nope. They’re going to get supplies and stuff. I’m supposed ‘ta start tearing down the old decorations and get everything ready to work on.”

“Sounds like a big job,” I said, putting my hands in my pockets. The amount of times I’d been tempted to rub myself through them, taking advantage of being the only person in Equestria wearing pants to become the champion of my own amateur ‘pocket-pool’ league...

“It sure is! So that’s why I was thinkin’... would you mind helpin’ us out? We could use someone big and strong to help us move stuff around.” Applebloom batted her eyelashes as she spoke, and once again I had to weigh in my head whether I was misinterpreting her youthful behaviour, or if she was really flirtatiously trying to seduce me into pounding her virgin pussy.

No matter how badly I wanted to settle on the latter, I wasn’t going to convince myself of it any time soon. Probably not even if Applebloom begged me flat out.

Well...

“I dunno, Applebloom. I’m kinda worn out today, and I’ve been hanging out with you and Sweeetie and Scoots all day. Aren’t you getting sick of me?”

Applebloom shook her head emphatically.

“Nuh-uh!”

I was hoping for some kind of explanation, but Applebloom just grabbed my sleeve in her mouth and started tugging in the direction I presumed her clubhouse must be in. As much as I liked the idea of spying on a group of three little fillies doing God-knows-what in their own private treehouse, I’d never crossed the mental threshold where following a group of foals to masturbate in the bushes while watching them through the window was something I was capable of. I mean, maybe if I’d be guaranteed a salacious pillow fight ending in underage makeouts... but that didn’t seem too likely.

This is the part where my common-sense was at its most stretched. I mean, on one hand, given Applebloom’s overly attached behaviour, I was probably guaranteed at least a few more accidental crotch-rubs, or maybe even an extremely enthusiastic hug that would leave me on the verge of exploding in my pants. Maybe even another kiss…

But that was the problem with entertaining thoughts like that in the first place. I mean, no part of me believed that anything could or would come between me and Applebloom. It was a weird disconnect  - slavering over her in my mind every second of the day, but holding myself back just enough to still look like a reasonable, if alien, member of pony society. I wasn’t sure I could cross that line, the one from fantasy to reality. From pedophile to full-blown little ponyfucker. It’s the toughest moral struggle I’ve ever faced, and playing into the part of my brain drooling over Applebloom’s illegal (and interspecies) pussy was probably the worst idea possible.

But… I was just going to see their clubhouse. They needed help, probably. Things moved that ponies would have a hard time with. The fact that earth ponies managed to operate hammers and nails at all was a constant source of amazement to me. Besides which; hadn’t I made it my mission before getting my ‘job’ to help out as much as I could? I was the one with hands here, after all. It was practically my duty to do things that ponies found difficult. It was why I had pulled apart that pile of planks, and why I was supervising a sometimes unruly group of young pony students.

And, it was Applebloom. Saying no was so far from the forefront of my mind it was almost unimaginable.

So, I let myself be dragged by my sleeve off into the woods, hoping that by the end of the day my moral fabric wouldn't be unraveled completely.