meh [Trap Rumble smut]

>Why do you do this to yourself
>The nylon is so tight you can feel it cutting into the fur above your flank
>The lipstick leaves a funny taste in your mouth
>The mascara might be in your right eye but you're too afraid to rub it
>And those... Those p-panties keep riding up your..
>Do you think they noticed yet?
>You follow the three fillies regardless, none of them seemed to notice how embarrassed you are as you keep your head down just passing through the small, poorly lit section of town
>Applebloom, though, does shoot you a smirk after you hear audible giggles from the rest
>They mentioned that they wanted you to meet a few friends near by
>You're not sure but the way they smile at you when they mention these friends keeps you suspicious
>But you're already this close
>Maybe it's just two more ponies
>Maybe they won't be home
>You still shake nervously, fearing the worst
>But they're younger then you
>What's the worst that could happen
>You've arrived at an old cottage far outside of town
>Sweetie knocks three times, pauses, then two more
>Applebloom and Scootaloo ask if you're ok in a sly, sultry tone
"O-of course. Never better." do you think they can tell you're lying
>They're looking at you like they know
>But instead of calling you out, they turn and head towards the door opening slowly
>The sounds of hearty laughter about ex-wives, loud crooning music, and masculine shouts about the time they fought dragons 'this big' escape into the quiet brisk air around you

>It's as bad as you thought
>From the candle lit high tables to the bar wet with cider and stretched into the dark back-end of the room, the place was packed with them
>Dimly lit faces sent wide-eyed and hungry glances
>Their age 3 times your own, if not more
>The bar is standing room only and you hear the loud slam of the door behind you followed by the metallic clicking of locks, sealing you into this sea of fur stained by scars; brightly color manes and flickering candle light tainted by cigar smoke and splashing cider
>You're all forced to wait for the bar to clear up a little before you can move any farther, leaving you entirely flanked by bodies towering over you
>Trying your best, you point your butt away from any prying eyes, hoping none of them can see your petite… you have tucked away
>But each time you move, you hear chairs screech over and idle hooves move in place for a better view
>This is bad
>What if they figure out...
>The count of mares to stallions is like branches to leaves
>There must have been 10 stallions stuck to this one mare, not much older then you
>She stood there on her hind legs, just barely able to reach the table with her fore hooves, trying to act candid only to give a few accepting looks from her touchy admirers
>A few of them runs their hooves across her body; some down her back and around the edges of her flank, others tracing down her stomach, reaching down far enough that her jaw drops a little and her pupils shrink
>The stallions continue this awkward but blindly lust driven act of taking turns groping the young mare; some clearly stoking themselves
>You've got to find a way out of here
>But, you then catch something stepping out of the shadows, rooting you in fear, replacing the mare and yourself in your mind

>Another figure joins the scene
>A much larger and hungrier figure
>A figure with horns like a devil and eyes yellowed with red cracks etched into the sides
>A figure with pectorals bulging out of his fur and biceps crawling with veins
>A figure that stands on two legs and walks into the light; just enough to see him stroking something
>Something that stops well past his belly button
>Something pulsating and beet red
>It's massive girth ready to pin you down and plow deep into your-
>"Hey there cute stuff. You lookin' for a drink?" A decrepit pony waves his cadaverous hoof, struggling to hold up the pint of sloshing amber in your face, catching you off guard, mid nightmare
>You panic
>The CMC are behind him, preoccupied talking among themselves and giggling at you and your admirer
>You want to motion one of them over but, he's looking directly at you with his beady eyes
"I...I...uhh.." Think dammit! Don't be polite but, not too mean. Or maybe you should be mean so to scare off the others
>What if they get upset and come after you?
>What if that bull comes over here?
>….
>Then you need to be nice
>...but doesn’t that mean you’re flirting?
>Oh god he’s starting to look angry now
>What if he knows?
>You can feel yourself blushing hard, still stuttering; the words caught in your throat
>"Come'on girly, let's spend a good night together!" his lips curl into what should have been toothy smile but, he must have lost that ability after the first 4 fell out
>“Tumble! We gotta seat for ya over here!” Applebloom walks into your 'conversation' before directing you out
>Bless that little blonde filly
“Well uhhh… I guess I gotta go… Nice talking to…”you begin to trail off as you hastily follow Applebloom to the bar stool thanking her before being stop by a sudden shift in the crowd

>You here murmurs mentioning ‘Duke going for another one’ as the hordes of colts and some mares scurry past
“...umm h-hey AB? Where are we? I've never seen it before.”
>“Why, just at a friend of ours place. Still kinda new, I think.” She mentions absently as she start excitedly scouting for higher ground to look over the crowd
“Your friend owns a bar?” you ask meekly, following her instinctively up a chair and onto a shaky table
>”Eeyep! Only place in Ponyville that’ll serve us. Plus, it’s always got somethin’ fun goin’ on here.”
>Your legs are restricted up by your dress; your dark mane flips in front of your eyes and you feel your…underwear shifting uncomfortably tight against your flank, causing you to nearly slip off
>Applebloom laughs and helps you gather yourself back onto the table
“Something fun?...” She doesn’t respond and instead stares attentively ahead over the crowd
>You can’t see from your angle so you shift your weight over to the sides, nearly able to look entirely over a few seated stallions in front of you
>Then you see it
>The bull you saw early is now eerily spotlighted in the crowd
>His red fur and yellow hair bobbing between the raised legs of that same mare from earlier, only now she’s propped onto of the table and her complexion is disheveled
>She twitches with each jerk of his head
>You’re not all that sure what’s going
>’Why is he down that close to her...stuff?’
>You can just barely hear her gasps, moans, and yelps over the jeering of others, counting upwards
>There’s a large worn hour glass set on a table next to them with names etched into the side of the glass slowly losing sand
>Each grain slipping slowly through the center, matching the pace of her ecstasy
>Suddenly she her voice raises to a near scream and she arches her back, slapping the table wildly and trying to push the intruding head away
>The bull rises, white crumbles and a saliva trail still clinging to his silver septum ring and pink snout

>“Colts and mares, our reigning muff eating champ, Stteeeeeellll!” You hear a nearby voice announce as they mark his name on the hour glass, in line with the sand
>“Whaooow! That’s like only 15 seconds, Tumble! Couldja imagine?” She day dreams momentarily before jumping down from the table, sighing in envy
“O-oh… yea… crazy stuff.” you almost forget to respond to your knew name while you try and digest what you just saw
>’What the hay were they doing?’
>Just as you’re about to follow her you turn back to see the bull strutting and flexing
>He lifts up the absent minded mare with ease before dropping her casually to the floor, flexing his arms downward
>Those…bulgy muscles
>And those patches of unkempt tuff on his collar and shoulders
>And those stern eyes
>And that…th-that down there…
>’Snap out of it before he sees you…’
>Your stunned by his next gesture
>It looks like he’s pointing at you…
>…and he is reeling his finger back…. As if to say…
>”You’re next” he mouths and then winks

"W-would it be ok if I left soon? I don't feel so good." you're asking the group as your slumped over on the bar, soaking in cider and fear
>The mug you have wrapped around your hoof is empty but you can still feel the burn down your throat and makes you feel light headed
>Not to mention your neck starting to stiffen up looking over your shoulder constantly
>But they can't hear you
>All they can hear is the slow rock music droning on about lost lovers
>In contrast, each of them are fantasying of meeting new ones
>They've gone on like this for a while, slowly forgetting you're even there
>You shift in your seat nervously and look towards the exit again
>But, that old pony is still there and you're afraid to leave by yourself
>You decide to listen in on their conversation once more
>"That bull is gigantic! I can't even imagine how big his thingy is!" She looks dead ahead a moment
>She stars blankly childishly fantasizing
>Length
>Weight
>How much it must twitch when it's buried
>"Well, ya don't hafta imagine anything Scootaloo..." Applebloom she admits, biting her lip and begins blushing
>"You mean... you...saw it?" Sweetie asks curiously
>"Mhmm....." She practically melts into her seat
>The two other fillies look at each other momentarily
>The two resonate excitement and astounded looks; their faces flashed wide eyed by the same mental image
>"TELL US!"
>'What is it that he has that's so incredible to them?' Your naivety is expected
>Last week, you *cute anecdote about childish sexual exploration*


>"Aright aright, hush a little. I don't want him to hear yall..."
>Before she starts, she picks up the cider mug with one hoof and dumps the contents down her tiny throat; her cheeks are even more flushed from the sudden rush of two sins, booze and lust
>She embraces both with warm wet lips *you're not as clever as you think*
>"So last week, in the middle of the night, I heard a noise by the barn. It sounded like yellin' or something. Normally, I gotta sleep through Granny sawing down tree's in her sleep so this must'a been loud. I quickly ran out to see what it was. As I turn the corner, sure enough, I see his face. His back against the wall and my sister..."
>She'd report that she was simply pausing to make sure no one was eavesdropping and dramatics had nothing to do with it
>"...well, let's just say, she had quite a mouthful to deal with!"
>The two weren't satisfied and thus came the barrage of questions, each one unanswered warranted another one twice as loud
>"What color was it?"
>'What thingy are they talking about?'
>"Would it fit in my mouth?"
>"It must have been gross seeing your sister do that, huh?"
>'They couldn't possibly be talking about...'
>"Would it fit in my mouth?"
>"Did they do anything else?"
>'...nah that's just dumb maybe there's something else they would-'
>"Would his big fat meat fit in my tiny mouth!" Scoot's outburst earned her a few onlookers, maybe a whistle if you think you heard correctly, but nothing more... thankfully
>The other two just scold her while she smiles and raises her shoulders sheepishly
>You interrupt their anger with a question
>An apparently dumb question
>You didn't feel compelled to ask
>It slipped out along with the mug in your hand, cider spilling off the bar and onto your dress, soaking through the fibers
>"Wait, Tumble, you really don't know what we're talking about?" Sweetie looks surprised
>You shake your head no, trying to not make eye contact while you attempt to wipe off the cider from your rear hooves; the cold cider is causing any fur not matted by alcohol or a skin tight dress to stand up
>"Let's change that tonight then, girls." Applebloom leads the others in thought and by the time you look back up, the three of them are giving the same look Steel gave that mare from earlier
>"How about we take you to the bathroom and help you get cleaned up." You don't even know who requested; the thought of going to a mare's restroom combined with their shift in demeanor has you racked with fear


**Make the CMC less slutty. They have no sexual experience but they lie to each other regardless. Scootaloo thinks penises taste like fruit. SweetieBell thinks you put the cum from her mouth to his and then his to inside her. AppleBloom has only seen it done in the butt and is battling her confusing homosexuality. Sounds pretty fkign stupid tbqfh fam*