Rape in Bloom

>Day working for the man in Equestria
>You're working at that orange pony's apple farm
>You got a job fixing broken tools and stuff in the barn while orange pony and big red pony kick trees outside.
>Finish up mending what looks to be a horse drawn plough
>A tiny, pale yellow horse, about thrice the size of a house cat approaches and beams up at you
>"Hi!"
>You notice she looks really excited to meet you
> "Applejack told me about ya, Anon. She said yer here to fix our tools."
>Must be 'cause you're different here
Oh, yeah. That's right, she said that 'those weird bony squid things you got instead a hooves might come in handy', and then offered me a job. So what's your name?
> She snickers, probably at the squid thing
>"Ahm Applebloom, Applejack's sister! Nice to meet yuh!"
Nice to meet you, too, Applebloom. What do you do around here?
> "I normally just help out with stuff like collectin' apples, cleanin' up, and helpin' cook. We're all on break right now, so Ahd thought Ahd come tell ya."
>You sit down on a bench
Thanks, I was actually just finishing up here.
>A slight pause fills the air before Applebloom eliminates it by speaking up
>"So, where did ya say you were from, exactly?"
>She walks toward you a little
>Her casual and naive gaze begins to warp into a slight stare
>It's wiggin' you out, man
I, uh, didn't, actually. But I'm from somewhere called "Earth"
>"Sounds nice."
>Once again, she saunters closer
>You don't notice as you went off daydreaming about your former home for a bit
Eh, some would disagree, but I don't really c- Applebloom what the fuck are you doing
>She doesn't respond
>At some point during your attempted rambling, Applebloom had mozied on right up in front of you
>And is now fervently massaging your package from her rather eye-height perspective with your groin
>You jerk away from her
Were you literally raised in a barn, you weird little shit!?
>She adorns a crushed and sorry expression
>"B-but mah friends told me that colts like that!"
>A few tears start forming in her big, adorable eyes
>You begin feeling the magic of guilt
Oh.. uh, well, sorry for snapping at you, then. That's just something you should only do when you're older, and with someone you've warmed up to in a special way
>Also she's a goddamn horse and you ain't into that
>Momma raised you better
>It's goat poon or better for you or no poon at all
>"Oh, sorry Anon."
>She calmed down oddly quick for an episode like that. You figure she must be trying to hide her embarrassment.
Aw, it's fine, kids do stuff like that all the time, forget about it.
>You are the master consoler
>More awkward silence sets in
>You stand up and walk toward the entrance of the barn
It's getting hot. Come on, let's go get something to dr- AUUAUGH GOOD FUCKING HELL!
>A sharp, yet dull pain smashing into your shin forces you to the ground in the least graceful fall possible
>You feel like you can barely even move your leg, beyond twitching through the dirt
>Looking down, you hypothesize that the annoyed looking tiny horse had bucked your leg
>Must have inherited the same kicking genes those other ponies did
>"Sorry we had to do this the hard way, Ah meant."
>Your hypothesis was correct, the scientific method prevails once again
Applebloom, what the fuck ar- OOF!
>She stomped you right in the gut
>"No talking unless Ah say so."
>You fight off the incredible urge to say "Yes massah."
>You succeed, but at the cost of being distracted long enough for Applebloom to begin to unbutton and wrestle your pants off
NO NO NO, STOP, WE ARE NOT DOING- AUGH FUCKIN SHIT!
>She kneads her hoof into the spot where she kicked your leg and glares at you
>You bite your cheek and commit to silence, as it seems the wisest thing to do at this moment
>She continues until she works her way to your underwear
>As a last ditch effort, you attempt to push her off
>And she just kicks the shit out your hand and arm in the process
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF- shhhhIT.
>You writhe and squirm on the barn floor, holding your arm, pretty much accepting defeat at this point
>"Ya seem ta have a real problem with cooperating, Anon."
>Through her annoyance, a smug grin begins to stretch across Appleblooms face
>"Also, if yer so fuckin' opposed to ruttin' me, why do you got this?"
>She whips your underwear down to reveal your semi-hard member
...Anxiety erection. I get those.
>"uh-huh, sure."
Fuck you, I do get those! In fact, I gg-ugh..
>She gave as little heed to your defensive monologue as she did warning before placing your dick into her mouth
>You flinch and lift your arms toward her to stop her, but her clenching jaw tells you that she'll bite if you try jack shit, and you're pretty attached to your johnson being attached.
>She continues, alternating applying suction to your dick, and sliding her tongue around it
>before long, it's at full mast
>Applebloom slides your cock out of her mouth and positions herself above you
>Close your eyes and put your hands over your face
>you feel tears in your eyes
Oh Jesus, please no.
>You never could handle much stress, as could be seen with all the spontaneous tears and boners.
>She slowly descends until the tip of your dick is touching her lips
>You grimace and groan.
>She slides it around on her fillyhood a bit before descending further, until slamming down.
>You were now being raped by a small horse
>This realization forces a sob out of you
>"What's the matter, Anon? You feelin' a little hoarse?" Applebloom says, pumping herself up and down your manhood
>You sniffle. It's truly a horrific act to prevent you from appreciating an expert pun such as that
>Applebloom's pace picks up, and soon she's letting out little moans and squees.
>She shifts, and puts her chest up against yours
>"Anon."
...What.
>"Look at me."
No.
>"Look at me, or Ah'll do something that'll make those bruises you got look like love bites."
>Normally you wouldn't cave to threats coming from something the size of a bread box, but this little lady has the grit to manage.
>You Unceremoniously move your hands from your face to either side of your body, prop your sitting position upward, look down at her
>Applebloom's steadily bouncing away, her breath hitching telling you something's about to happen here
>She moves her face right up next to yours, her smug little grin now gone and her eyes now glassy as she devotes her full attention to what she's feeling
>You can feel her tiny, uneven breaths on your mouth as she slathers her crotch all over yours
>and then there's suddenly a lot of shuddering, tenses up and squeals, all while making sure you watch
>You feel an amount warm liquid drip it's way down you dick and balls
>A moment of true desolation and defeat washes over you
>You fall onto your back and lay there, just soaking in what had just taken place, almost literally
>"We ain't done yet, Anon."
>Of fucking course we aren't
>She climbs off your dick, moaning as it unsheathes from her, and stuffs it in her mouth again
>This time, though, she goes all out, jamming the whole thing down her throat as forcefully and quickly as she can
>You hear stifled choking noises as her eyes water and her saliva starts dripping everywhere it can as it escapes from her bobbing head's mouth
>Until
>You groan, your toes curl, and blow your seed down her throat
>Applebloom suckles your fuckstick a bit more, and then slips it out, a mixture of drool and semen forming a string from your penis to her mouth
>She lets go and walks up to you so that you're both face to face and sleazily shoves her tongue down your throat
>It's long
>And salty
>After an extended period of that, she removes her face from yours, moves her mouth to your ear and says
>"If you tell anyone about this I will stomp your skull open and eat your brains."
>You believe her

>Later
>After much bitch-crying
>You walk back to Applejack back at their house to receive your day's pay
>"Hey, Anon, your eyes sure are red, what happened?"
>You look at a silent Applebloom, who looks pleased as punch as she crushes and apple under her hoof, and turn back to Applejack.
Allergies.
>"Oh."
>You walk home
>On the way, you are confronted by the red guy, Big Mac you think his name was
>He has tears in his eyes and he's holding back sobs
Y-You too?
>Through his cracking voice and sniffling, he says
>"E-Eeyup..."
>Suddenly it makes sense how the little one knew how to do all the shit she did
>She had plenty of practice
>You two spend the next 15 minutes holding each other and crying