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- >The rain falls hard.
- >So hard on the wooden roof of your shelter that you awaken from your slumber.
- >You pull the small filly-sized blanket onto your huddled body even more.
- >The fabric is too scarce though.
- >Wind blows through the cracks of the shack.
- >The blanket just isn’t enough to keep you warm tonight.
- >Your shivers rattle your teeth.
- >You slip your arms inside your shirt to keep them warm in the cold Equestrian Autumn.
- >It would be nice to sleep in a bed.
- >All the ponys in town are nice to you. They treat you like their friend.
- >It’s a relief that you were accepted by them so quickly.
- >Not so much that they would let a complete stranger into their home though.
- >Applejack is at least nice enough to let you work with her occasionally.
- >Even though that’s about all she thinks of you as…
- >A tool.
- >Every other pony is skittish around you.
- >They’re polite, but no one really cares for you in this world.
- >That’s why you had to take refuge here…secretly.
- >Applejack probably wouldn’t care that much…but it’s better to not take chances.
- >The storm rages harder.
- >The accompanying lightning illuminates the room.
- >Your small blanket is revealed in the light.
- >Maroon with a sewn-on blue patch.
- >Being in here wouldn’t be so bad if you were alone.
- >The lightning flashes again, followed by a thunderous crack.
- >You see her huddled in the corner; her corner.
- >The small filly is shivering.
- >Her eyes are forced shut, but it doesn’t matter.
- >You can tell her tears are seeping through her eyelids anyways.
- >Your face is blank. You aren’t exactly looking at her for any reason.
- >You just…
- >Stare right through her.
- >The shack is silent.
- >The hollow patter of the rain hitting the roof does nothing to cut the tension in the air.
- >A deafening crack of thunder roars outside.
- >The filly awakes with a jolt.
- >She’s unaware of her surroundings in the dark.
- >Her face is riddled with panic until she breathes a sigh of relief.
- >She tries to close her eyes once more.
- >It doesn’t come easy…in her scan of the room, your eyes locked in the moonlight.
- >She tries to curl up into herself more.
- >She doesn’t stay in one position for very long; her fidgeting signals her nervousness and discomfort from earlier.
- >You know she’s scared and cold…but you got to the clubhouse first.
- >The blanket was rightfully yours.
- >Even if she got there before you, you wouldn’t have let her have it anyways.
- >But you two have come to an agreement on that.
- >There was a time where she stayed in the shack all day, unbeknownst to you.
- >You went off to buck apples and she snuck out the window in the night and slept in the tree branches.
- >Clever of her.
- >You were surprised you were outsmarted by a child.
- >But your rage was greater.
- >She really has no place to go; no family to go to.
- >You think the only reason the little filly hasn’t tattled on you yet is because you fed her some lie about letting her meet Rainbow Dash.
- >You’ve never even met Multicolored Arc Sprint.
- >She’s a bitch; when you first arrived, she’d fly over you and spit on your head.
- >What a cunt. All pegasi are bitches.
- >When you got back from bucking that day, you saw her friends leaving the wooden house.
- >She poked her head out of the doorway to see you standing there with clenched fists.
- >Her head jerked back inside as the door shut.
- >Your feet stomped up the walkway.
- >You thrust the door open to the shock of the filly.
- >She looks back at you with sunken pupils.
- >”Anonymous…w-what are y-you doing here s-so soon?”
- What were they doing here? I thought I said I didn’t want anyone here when I got off of work.
- >She backs up towards the wall.
- >”I-I told them that…but I thought they’d b-be gone before you got back.”
- >You ball your fingers tighter.
- >She looks at them, then back to you.
- >”Anonymo-“
- Shut up.
- >You walk closer to her; your voice carrying a lot of weight.
- I fucking told you something, and what did you do? You went behind my back and did it anyways.
- >Tears form on the cusp of her eyes to accompany her quivering lips.
- >The fear is immense for her.
- What did you tell them, hmm? That I’ve been sleeping in this little shithole because I’m too fucking worthless to find a place of my own? Is that it?
- >”N-No, Anonymous…we were just trying to g-get our cutie ma-
- Shut the fuck up.
- >You’ve backed her against the wall.
- So, you think I’m a fucking loser, huh?
- >You undo your belt.
- >Her ears flatten at the sound.
- Well now I’m going to make you feel worthless too.
- >You’ve cornered the filly. She’s trapped.
- >Good.
- >”Anonymous…please don’t…I-I-I didn’t say a word to them. I never would…”
- >She’s smart. She’s knows what would happen.
- Yeah. Well I can’t fucking take that chance.
- >Her tears flow freely as she gazes upon your erect member.
- >You thrust it in her face.
- >She tries closing her eyes and reopening them…hoping it will all go away.
- >To no avail.
- >Some of her warm tears trail down your dick as your press it onto her face.
- Well?
- >It’s the moment of truth. She’s crying harder now.
- >”P-Please don’t make me…”
- >Rage.
- >You take your flattened hand and swing it across her face.
- >You see four red finger impressions on her orange coat.
- >The filly recoils in pain.
- I gave you a fucking option: either you do it now, or I fucking hit you and then you do it. Now, I can fucking hit you again, or you can start right now.
- >She looks at the bulging tip of your cock placed on her nose.
- >She whispers something under her breath between her sobs.
- What the fuck did you say? I couldn’t hear you…you’re crying too much.
- >Silence.
- What did you say you little baby? Come on. I’d really like to know what the holdup is.
- >She looks up at you.
- >”…If I do this…will you talk t-to Rainbow Dash f-for me?”
- >You wad her mane up in your hand and pull down, her face parallel to the ceiling.
- Yeah sure. Maybe I’ll tell her how much of a whore you are.
- >You pull harder.
- Or maybe I could tell her how you’re a little liar.
- >You grab your member and slide it passed the filly’s lips to enter her small oral cavity.
- >Between her sobs, she forces an “mmmph”
- That’s right. You’re a little liar, aren’t you?
- >You start thrusting into her mouth…making her head hit the wall behind her.
- >She’s crying.
- You’re a liar because…
- >It feels so good…
- You like sucking my fucking cock, don’t you? You like feeling me inside your little lying whore mouth.
- >The filly’s whimpers sound almost like moans of pleasure.
- >You push deeper into her, making her gag on you.
- You like that, isn’t that right?
- >You jerk her head with your hand to nod in agreement.
- >The mucus is running freely from her nose now, but she can’t inhale.
- >You manhood is blocking her airway.
- >You pull out forcibly.
- >The filly takes in a large gasp of air between her chokes.
- >A long strand of spit connects your cock and her mouth.
- >Her cheeks are flush.
- >You grab yourself.
- >You look into the crying filly’s eyes with a freezing stare.
- >She’s crying like the worthless pony she is.
- >”I-Is…it almost over…?”
- Why? You want your whore mouth filled with cum?
- >She cries silently.
- I said, do you want to feel me inside you your mouth, savor it, show it to me, and swallow it when I tell you to?
- >She looks over to the corner where you sleep.
- >Where you keep the blanket.
- >Then she looks up at you again.
- You want that?
- >She whimpers.
- >”…Y-Ye-“
- You want to smell me while you sleep? God, you’re fucking pathetic.
- >She hangs her head as much as she can with your hand grabbing her mane.
- Well maybe I can let you have it tonight.
- >You release her and remove your pants.
- >The filly holds her head in pain.
- >”P-Please don’t, Anonymous.”
- >You throw your jeans at her.
- No. You want the fucking blanket so bad, you have to earn it.
- >You grab her body and turn her around.
- >She is a little confused, but she knows what’s coming.
- >You push her upper body onto the floor with your foot.
- >Her teeth clack together as her chin hits the wood.
- >You give yourself a few strokes to ensure she’ll get all that you can be.
- >She’s standing at an awkward angle. You kick her legs apart.
- >You jerk her tail out of the way as you sink your face into her plot.
- >You inhale deeply.
- >She smells delicious.
- >You slip your tongue between her folds as your hands land on her flank.
- >You squeeze her sides and you suck on her lips.
- >The filly is still whimpering, but her moans tell you she likes it.
- >You already knew she would.
- >Her wings extend as you plunge a finger into the filly’s tight canal.
- >”Anonymous…what are you doing?”
- Shut up.
- >You pull away from her plot and position yourself behind her.
- Scootaloo.
- >You never say her name.
- >She looks back at you,
- >”Y-Yeah…?”
- Are you a whore?
- >She restarts crying.
- I said, are you a whore?
- >You slap her flank hard.
- >”Y-Yes…”
- Yes what?
- >You grip her tail and pull hard.
- >”I am…”
- >You place your head on her small vulva.
- >”I am…a whORE-“
- >You sink your cock into her with one quick motion.
- >The filly cries out in pain.
- Shut up.
- >You pull her tail harder.
- >She’s very tight around you.
- >But she’s a lot wetter than you thought.
- >You remove your grip on her tail and place it on her flank.
- >You move closer to her and begin pounding into her tiny body.
- >Her tears are all over the floor.
- >Her voice squeaks every time you thrust into her.
- >The filly has turned into a two-toned crying fuck toy.
- >Her grip around you is immense.
- >You are nearing orgasm.
- >The filly’s cries are driving you further.
- >You push every inch you can inside of the young pony.
- >Her hooves pound on the floor in pain.
- >You breathe a sigh of ecstasy as you unload your semen into her vagina.
- >The young filly is now silent.
- >She’s knows it’s finally over.
- >You extricate yourself from her to find your cock covered in mare juice and a fair amount of blood.
- >Scootaloo falls to the floor and blubbers while you put your pants on.
- >The clubhouse echoes her cries.
- >You pick up the blanket and throw it at her.
- Clean yourself up.
- >That was a long time ago now though.
- >The rain continues to fall outside.
- >You are freezing cold.
- >You stand up and stretch your body.
- >The filly is still pressing her eyes shut.
- >You walk over to her and kneel beside her.
- Scootaloo?
- >She looks up at you.
- >”Yes, Anonymous?”
- >You present the blanket to her.
- Are you cold? Do you want this?
- >She smiles at you,
- >”Sure…thanks.”
- >You tuck Scootaloo in.
- >”Thanks, Anonymous.”
- >You stand back up.
- >The filly almost drifts off to sleep, but soon pops her eyes open.
- >”Oh yeah…sorry.”
- >The filly bends over and presents herself to you as your pants hit the floor.
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