Title:           2013-05-31: Apple Bloom
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Friday 31st of May 2013 05:59:05 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 31st of May 2013 05:59:05 PM CDT

BradTheImpaler !!eEjYwXYKWZp
2013-05-31
 
>be Brad, Prom King
>won't rest until you've raped everything at prom
>boys, girls, chairs, bunch bowl, everything
>when suddenly, along comes Apple Bloom stomping towards you
"Now just what have you done with mah friends?", she bleats at you.
"One minute Sweetie Belle's running off with you for some kinda 'private' dance, then Scootaloo goes off crying, and I haven't seen either of them since!"
>you suddenly remember who she was talking about
"What's going on here?"
>you know what must be done
>silently you take her hand and start dragging her through the gym
"Hey, where are y'all takin' me? Let me go!"
>the volume of the music overwhelms her
>pulling Apple Bloom towards the back doors, her tiny body struggling behind you
"She was smuggling cognac in, I'm taking her out," you tell any bystanders who are watching
>they probably believe you
>after all, you're Brad, Prom King
>outside into the cool night air
"Let me go! I'm tellin' mah big sister about all this!"
>by this point, you've gotten her past the dumpsters
>you press her against the concrete wall, you hand holding her mouth shut
>her eyes light up with surprise, then fear
"Mmph! Mmph!"
>her little fists beat in vain against your arm
>she looks so cute in her purple dress flailing under the moonlight
>your other hand travels under her skirt and under the waistband of her panties
>she screams louder into your hand as you rub her tiny clit
>you can only guess what she's trying to mumble out
"I've been doing this with your friends," you tell her.
>your fingers are now shoving into her delicate cunt, her tightness unbelievable
>her shrieks are growing more desperate and breathless in your hand
>she's now starting to squirm against the wall
"You're all just so cute I couldn't resist," you continue, fingering her harder.
>She's gradually sinking against the wall as you violate her
>You feel wetness at your fingertips even as she makes noise
"Shh, it's alright," you say, pulling your wet fingers out of her and putting them to your lips
>she's staring up at you in fear, breathing heavily into your hand
"I'm Brad, Prom King".
>suddenly you pull your hand away from Apple Bloom's mouth
>she gasps for air briefly
>by now you've unzipped your pants and pulled your hot corndog out.
>you grab hold of Apple Bloom's hair and pull her gasping mouth onto it
>she gives a muffled cry again as her mouth is filled up
"MMMMPH! MMPH!"
>you can hear her gagging each time you press it in
"That's right, just take it in slowly."
>Even as you say this, you're forcing her mouth onto it faster
>She tries to push away from you
>You step forward and press her harder against the wall in response
>She groans further with her mouth filled up
>Her eyes are shut tight and tears are falling
"I hope you can taste Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo on there," you whisper to her.
>you can see her eyes briefly wince as she hears this
>you smile to yourself at this
>you know the only thing she can really taste is Brad, Prom King
>you pull your breaded sausage back out of her mouth
>she's left gasping helplessly again, laying on her knees
>her face and arms are sweaty and she weakly wipes the drool from her lip
"You look a bit too warm," you say, crouching down in front of her.
"Let's fix that."
>You then start pulling her cute prom dress out from under her, throwing her onto her back
>her yellow, petite body is exposed to you except for her panties
"No, please, ah can't..." she mumbles, pathetically trying to cover herself
"But I saw your friends' nude bodies," you say, pulling her damp panties down
"It's only fair I see yours too."
>by now she's totally naked, and your unit is twitching above her
>"H-help, Applejack!" she weakly tries to groan out
>she gains enough resolve to try and push herself off the ground
>nobrakes.jpg
>pulling her up off the ground, your hand covers her mouth again
>she groans against you as you lift her light body up and press her against the wall
>Each entrance looks quite tantalizing
>Which one should Brad, Prom King violate first?
>you slide your tip against her pubescent cunt, feeling its wetness
>she groans briefly into your hand as you do this
>then, with one hard thrust, you bury yourself halfway inside Apple Bloom
>her girlish shrieks are barely muffled as you pierce her hymen
>you start thrusting yourself in and out of her
>her tightness struggles to accomodate you
>she groans painfully into your hand
>one of your hands slides around and plays with her left breast
>it's barely started to develop; just the ripe age
>as you keep fucking her behind the dumpsters, she keeps letting out muffled groans
>briefly you pull you hand away from her mouth, wanting to hear her girlish Southern noises
"What was that, Apple Bloom?" you whisper to her.
"Please stahp!" she groans out. "Ah can't take the whole thing!"
>You cover her mouth again, mumbling her protest
"Of course you can," you respond. "Your friends certainly did."
>With that, you start burying yourself harder and deeper inside her
>Nearly your whole length is buried in her now
>New tears are rolling out as she struggles to take you
"Everyone learns to accomadate Brad, Prom King."
>as you thrust into her, her nubile tightness starts to overwhelm you
>much as you'd like to continue, you feel yourself about to cum
"I'm about to cum, Apple Bloom," you say, thrusting into her faster.
>she groans out loudly in response, her eyes turning bright and wide
>"You've had your first period by now, right?" you ask her.
>Through some desperate force, she manages to pull her mouth away from your hand
>"P-please don't cum inside, Brad!"
>you swiftly grab hold of her mouth again and pull it harder towards you
"But where else am I supposed to cum?" you ask rhetorically.
>pressing her harder against the wall, you make one final hard thrust, filling her completely
>groaning into her ear, you feel your cum shooting out inside her
>she struggles and groans desperately against you as it happens
>try as she might, though, she can't pull away
>with the last of your shot cum inside her, you pull away from her
>set her down on the cold asphalt and zip your pants back up
>looking down, you see the bruised and defeated Apple Bloom, her cum flowing out of her
>she can't even muster the energy to move now; all she can do is pant, and let tears flow from her eyes
>now she's finding the strength to push herself off the ground a bit
>you grab her panties and dress, slipping her panties up her legs first
>your cum stains them as it drips out of her
>slipping the dress back on, you then help her stand back up
>you give her some time to reorient herself a bit
>you know it's unlikely she'll tell anyone; the shame will be too great
>maybe she'd talk about it with Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle
>suddenly you remember the Prom King crown resting atop your head
>you start to get an idea
 
***
 
"Hey Brad, where've you been?" you hear Twilight say as you reenter the gym.
"I've been looking all over for you. And where'd your crown go?"
>She looks up at your unadorned skull as she says this.
>As Twilight talks to you, you gaze knowingly over her shoulder
>Sitting in the corner of the gym are Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo
>Each of them looks visibly shaken
>And resting atop Apple Bloom's head is your crown
"Must've lost it," you tell Twilight. "Hey, I don't think I've tried the punch yet. Let's go see..."
>But in your heart, you know.
>You don't need a crown to be Brad, Prom King.
>And every Prom King needs his own Prom Princess.
 
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