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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.