Brotime - Chapter 6: Part 2

>You're frantically searching for a way out of this prison you know as your bathroom

>It doesn't matter, though. You already know the only way out of here is through that door in front of you

>And right now that door is the only thing standing between you and, you guessed it. Rape

>Giving up the search for a hiding spot, you rip the metal towel rack off the wall for defense against the rape train that is Applejack

>"Alright, ah'm comin' in!"

>She begins bucking the door

 

BUCK

>Oh man

BUCK

>You raise the towel rack above your head, not caring whether your nether-region is covered or not

BUCK

>Huh, usually she'd be in the doorway by number thr-

CRASH

>FFFUUUUU-

>At least your door didn't fall of its hinges

>Applejack stands in the doorway triumphantly, smiling and taking in your naked appearance

>You back up

>"Well well, seems ah've caughtya at a purty inconvenient time, eh sugarcube?"

"Fuck off, Applejack. If you come any closer I'm swinging, and I'm not holding back."

>"Oh, Anon. Ya kn-"

"Yeah, I fucking know you like it rough! Go on, take another step. I dare you."

>You put one foot forward and take a defensive position. Your junk shakes a bit

>This doesn't help with intimidating Applejack. She notices your package dangle and her smile returns

>She takes a step forward, "Now, Anon. You an' ah both know yer not gon-"

>You swing the towel rack at her with full force

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fVPJuGIuUMU

>It connects with the side of her head. The impact sends her head against the sink before she falls on the ground, unconscious

>You drop the now bent towel rack and kneel next to Applejack, placing your ear to her muzzle

>She's still breathing

>All is well in the world

>Except now you have an unconscious mare on your bathroom floor

>Well at least you're not the unconscious one

>But now what to do with Applejack?

>Can't leave her in here. Who knows what she would do to trap the place?

>And what's Big Mac gonna say?

>You step over Applejack and throw some clothes on

 

>You're dragging Applejack through the kitchen and out the back door by her hind legs, being careful not to bump or mess up any of the decorations

>You dragged her only because it was funny getting her down the stairs. Every step her head would fall on

>It's kinda mean, but hey, it's not like it made up for all those times Applejack nearly bucked your head off in her rape attempts

>You have no idea what to do with her. The only objective was to at least get her out of your house

>Dropping her legs, you wonder if Big Mac's getting impatient

>You lock the doors of your house and start on the path to the bar

>It's Friday

>The fuckin' weekend

>And you're kicking it off with drinks alongside Big Macintosh

>The day started off pretty well...kinda got rough in the middle there, but you're determined to make the most of this Friday

>Besides, your bro's birthday is tomorrow. Gonna be busy with that all day

>Not that you're not excited, of course

>You walk up to the bar and step through the swinging doors

>Once your eyes adjust you notice light haze is set over the somewhat dim setting

>You see Big Mac sitting on a stool. He waves you over to the bar

>You walk up and sit on the stool next to him. He slides a shot-glass filled with a brown liquid to you

>You hold it up as he does the same with his

"Cheers."

>"Cheers."

>You clink your glasses together and down your shots

>"So what tookya so long, Anon?"

"Ugh...your sister, man."

>"Applejack?"

"Well yeah, unless Applebloom is going down her big sister's path."

>Big Mac seems a bit offended by this

"Sorry, Mac. It didn't go too well is all."

>"Well yer sittin' here talkin' with me, so ya must've dealt with it."

"Yeah...about that."

>You fill Big Mac in on what happened right after you stepped out of the shower

>He laughs

"Dude, aren't you worried or something? I smacked your sister with a blunt object."

>"She's taken harder hits than that, Anon. Don't worry 'bout it none."

>It's like a great weight had been lifted from your shoulders

>You smile and smack the bar

"Yo, barkeep! Two more for me and my friend here."

 

>You and Mac have a good buzz going on

>Not super fucking wasted, but good enough to feel like you can do anything

>The whole time you and him are chatting and laughing it up

>He brings up that time he bucked the tree full of apples only to have them crashing down on your head

>You didn't have enough time to get the basket in place, so you were buried in a tomb of apples

>At that point you donned a smirk and brought up that time he bucked the tree for that last apple so hard his hind left leg gave out. Or that time he tried jumping that bushel of apples to look cool, only to fall on his face. And what about that one time he charged a tree out of anger, tripping and smacking his head against it

>Big Mac was in stitches when you brought up that last one

>You couldn't help but hyuck it up alongside him

>Big Macintosh is good company, you reflect

>Certainly somewhere on the bro tier

>But not as high as Spike

 

>After a few more drinks, you both exit the bar. The moon greets you both

>"...'an then Applebloom asked Granny where foals come from."

"Oh man. I'm sure that didn't go too well."

>"On tha contrary, Granny thought she asked where rolls came from so she says, 'They come from tha oven, silly.'"

>You both burst out laughing

>"Speakin' of, why don't you come over sometime this weekend? Granny and Applebloom have been wonderin' where ya been this week."

"Sure, man. Sunday sound good?"

>"Eeyup."

"Sweet. Mind if I bring Spike along?"

>"Not at all, Anon. In fact, Applebloom's been askin' about 'im too. If ah didn't know any better, ah'd say they were together or somethin', hehe."

>You give off a nervous laugh

>Unfortunately, Big Mac notices the twinge of nervousness. Damn him for being so observant

>"There somethin' yer not tellin' me, Anon?"

"Uh..."

>You ponder the consequences for a moment

>Lie to Big Mac and keep Spike's and Applebloom's relationship a secret for a bit longer

>Or spill the beans and risk Spike getting in serious shit and possibly ruining his relationship

>Big Mac's stare is starting to get to you

"Alright, fine. Promise me you won't fly off the handle."

>"Ah can't promise anything."

 

"Gah! Fuck it, fine. Spike and Applebloom...are each other's special somep0ny."

>You never were good under pressure

>Big Mac releases his eye-grip on you

>Is he...smiling?

>"Well hot dog!"

"Mac?..."

>"Ah knew somethin' was going on between them two. She can't stop talkin' about 'im and if I bring 'im up she starts smilin' real big. Ah'm real glad for them."

"You mean...you're not mad?"

>"Why would ah be?"

"She's your sister! I mean, you, her big brother, would be the p0ny most likely to go batshit crazy about this."

>"Anon, ah know Spike. Ah know 'im because you two are hangin' around each other so often. And if he's alright with you, then he's alright with me."

"Well shit, Mac...thanks."

>"Fer what?"

"...I dunno...just thanks."

>He shrugs and you both walk on until you pass by Sugarcube Corner

"I'm gonna go inside and see Pinkie. I'll catch you later, Mac."

>"Alright, Anon. G'night."

>You wave by to Big Macintosh and walk inside Sugarcube Corner

>The chairs are stacked on top of the tables as the Cakes close up shop

>Mrs. Cake is counting the bits in the register

>She notices you

>"Hello, Anon! Wouldja like something? I'm sure Carrot can fix you up a carrot smoothie just the way you like it."

>You smile

"I'm fine, Mrs. Cake. Thanks for the offer, though. Is Pinkie upstairs?"

>"She sure is. Go on up, I'm sure she won't mind."

>You nod and climb the staircase

 

>You reach the door and prepare to knock on it

>Before your fist reached it, though, it flies open

>Pinkie Pie stands there smiling

"Hi, Pinkie." You immediately plant a kiss on her forehead

>"Hey, Anon. Come around to spend some time with your favorite mare?"

"You know it!"

>You walk in and close the door behind you

>You then walk to Pinkie's bed and fall on it on your back. Jesus, this thing is way more comfortable than your bed

>Pinkie jumps in and bounces on it a few times before landing on your pelvis

"Oof!...Warn me next time you're gonna do that?"

>She giggles. "Okie Dokie Lokie!"

"Where did you even get that phrase from?"

>"I added 'lokie' to the end of 'Okie dokie'. Duh!"

>She never fails to make you smile

>You can feel her warmth on your crotch

>It's forcing your boner out of hiding

>Pinkie notices

>"OoOoOoh, looks like someone's feeling naughty." She says laughing

>You blush

"Yeah, sorry about that. It must be the whiskey. Making me feel a bit frisky."

>"Silly. I didn't say it was a problem..."

>Your boner must think you're camping because it's trying its damndest to pitch a tent

>"...but if it is, I know how to solve it." She says, giving you a lustful stare

>Your penis sucks at playing Pokemon

>What I'm trying to say is it's spamming "Harden"

"What did you have in mind?"

>"Oh, I know exactly what I have in mind."

>You chuckle at that statement

>She then clops her front hooves together twice

>The lights go out

>You can feel her lips lock with yours

>Tonight's going to be a fun night