Title:           The Trial of Omar Du'Quan - Applejack Rape Timeline
Author:          NIEGeneral
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First Edit:      Monday 6th of January 2014 07:46:03 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 6th of January 2014 07:46:03 PM CDT

ORIGINALLY POSTED BY: SecureTripcodeJerk!!X08v3TCEmkn
READ THE ALTERNATE "DARK SHED" TIMELINE FIRST.
 
>You come upon a door, slightly ajar.
>A detectible odor emanates from inside
"Yo man, this shit be makin' mah mouf' watta mo'than a plump ol' wattamellon." you whisper to yourself.
>There's water running.
>Orange horse must be in the shower
>Getting her fat ass all wet.
>Ooooooh, shieeeeet.
 
>You tiptoe towards the tub.
>She's got the glass door shut.
>It's locked from the inside
>Your libido can wait no longer
 
>Using your strength inherited from several generations of laborers, you rip the glass shower door off it's tracks and toss it aside.
>"WHAT IN TARNATION?!"
>You rip your clothes off and barge in.
>"OMAR, WHAT IN THA' HELL DO YALL THNK YER' DOIN?!"
>You struggle to come up with a non-sexual answer.
"UHH, SHIT MAN I JUS NEEDA FUKKIN SHOWA, MAN."
>"WITH ME?!"
"NOT ON PURPOSE, MA'AM."
>"COULDN'T IT WAIT?!"
"I DIN' WANNA RUIN YO'S BED."
>"RUIN MAH' BED?"
"MAH..UHH... SKIN BE ALL ASHY?"
>"THEN WHY DIDN'T YALL ASK FER' SOME CREAM?"
"I'M, UHH.... ALLERGIES N'SHIT?"
 
>Fuck.
>She's not buying it.
>And her Southern Belle accent is only making your dick stronger.
>Is this the kind of torment your ancestors went through?
>Harsh.
 
>You decide the time for words has ended.
>The time for sweet love has begun.
 
>You press your massive erection against Apple's soaking cheeks.
>She stops arguing and stares with her mouth agape.
>After a minute of silence, you start to swing your hips back and forth.
>Receiving no protest from the orange horse, you pick up the pace.
 
"Ey' girl..." you say.
>"Y-yes?" she whimpers.
"What'chu think?"
 
>You lift your member off Apple's ass with both hands.
>It feels nearly three pounds in your arms.
>You step around to the pony's front and drop your massive cock to the floor.
>She stares as it continues to wobble for a good ten seconds.
 
>"A-ah don' know what ta t-think.."
 
>You chuckle.
 
"Why don'chu think abou' dis?"
 
>You bend over her back and grab her ass with a free hand.
>The other waves your dick in her face.
>As your hand slides down her backside, you find her mare pussy, still covered in the juices you smelled earlier.
>You take a scoop and bring it to your face.
>You sniff deeply.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh.... Dayum, girl."
>You return your hand to her cunt and begin gently massaging it.
>This elicits a few moans from her.
>Bringing the head of your massive member to her lips, you two words.
"Sugg' it."
 
>The orange pony separates her lips by a few centimeters.
>This approach is going nowhere fast.
 
"GIT ON OPENIN' DAT FUGGIN' MOWF, HAWSE!"
"FAYSTUH!" you demand.
 
>Applejack locks her lips together and clenches down on her vaginal muscles, trapping your hand inside
>You are unable to escape as she opens her maw and bites you in the dick.
 
"AGHHH! YO, YOU CRAY' BEEYTCH!"
>You use your other hand to pry the whore's mouth open, freeing your cock.
"MUH'FUGGIN HONKEY HAWSE ALWAYS TRYIN' BITE'A NIGGAS' DICK OFF!
"ISSA' COUNTY FAIR ALL OVA'GIN!" you screech.
>Being the nigger you are, you always store watermelon seeds in the back of your throat.
>You hack them onto your tongue and shoot them through the holes in your gold teeth.
>A dozen hit their mark on Applejack's face.
>A few find their way into her eyes.
>She's squealing in pain into your crotch.
 
"IMMA' HANG YO' CRACKA ASS OUT TA' DRY!" you bellow.
 
>With that, you begin stretching and contracting your pelvic floor muscles.
>Your penis becomes engorged with blood.
>It catches Applejack by her mouth and forces it's way in, snapping her jaw.
>Your cock makes it's way down her esophagus, breaking through several organs and popping hundreds of arteries.
>By the time your dick exits her asshole, your member has swelled up to two times the size of the miniature horse, giving her a bloated "party balloon" appearance.
 
>You jerk your hips upwards
>Applejack's corpse acts as the head of a large hammer as you use your cock to force her limp body through the ceiling.
 
>Your cock now supports Applejack's cadaver three stories high.
>All of Ponyville is staring in shock at the dead pony suspended above Sweet Apple Acres.
 
>You hold your hand to your heart and salute your new flag:
"I FELT ON THE BIG FAT FANNY, PULLED OUT THE JAMMY AND KILLED THE PUNNANI."
"AMD MY DICK RUNS DEEP, SO DEEP. SO DEEP IT PUT HER ASS TO SLEEP."
 
>You are oblivious to the growing mob just outside the house..
 
>You hear a distant shout
>"MURDERER!"
>The horde grows larger.
 
>Soon, the Ponyville C.L.O.P squad is breaking down the Apple family's door.
>They move to apprehend you.
>Your dick is limp, you have no defence.
>You desperately search your afro for a weapon.
>Before you can complete the search however, the police pull a sack over your head.
>Nothing in your afro can help you now.
 
>You are read your rights.
>The bag is pulled off your head.
>You are in a court.
>The only problem is, the jury is not rigged in your favor anymore.
>And the police have tied your weaponized dick under your ass and to your back.
>Shit.
 
>"Defendant.." begins the judge.
>"Your name?"
 
"Pis'off, pig."
 
>"Shock him."
 
>What?
*BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT*
 
>You wake up in the same seat a few minutes later.
>"Defendant, your name?" persists the judge.
 
"Ey, I tha' magnifiscent Omar Du'quan, king'a da hoodlums and ho's."
"May I be presumin' you ta' be Justice-Jackoff?" you joke.
 
>"You are charged with the brutal rape and murder of beloved townswoman Applejack."
>"The evidence was presented while you were asleep, so.."
>"How do you plead?"
 
 
"Inncent' yuh' hawna."
 
>The judge's expression does not twitch.
>"Very well." she coos.
 
>"Detective Spyglass, present exhibit D." she says.
 
>A lanky looking horse places his hoof on your shoulder.
>His other reaches down and grabs hold of your cock.
>Hey now.
 
>"Your honor, and the jury." he begins.
>"May I present exhibit D, the weapon used in the murder."
"Aaah, e-ey' man. D-don' grib'id s-so hard!"
 
>Your gayness is taking it's toll on your conscious.
>Try as you might, you cannot contain the raging boner growing deep within your member.
>The grip of detective Spyglass only intensifies your condition.
>You can feel the strings gripping your dick grow tighter.
>A few pops and cracks from the string alert the detective.
 
>"...What the?"
>"Uhh, officer... I think we might need more--"
 
*CRAAAAA-AAACK*
 
>The ropes holding down your dick have snapped.
>Thank god you've discovered your homosexual side.
>Your dick slips out of the detective's hoof.
>It flings out from under your ass and splits your chair in two.
>Extending out to it's full length, it slams into the justice's counter and works it's way upwards, sawing through everything in it's path.
>The entire courtroom is under threat of collapse.
>All these little horses are screaming their heads off.
>Your mind races to find a way to escape.
>You find the horse with the biggest ass in the courtroom and fuck her.
>Before you release, you pull out of her and aim your dick at the ground.
"AHH, SKEET SKEET MO'FUCKA!" you shout.
>BLAST OFF!
>Your seed propels you through the roof and miles outside of Ponyille.
 
>You zoom across the sky, soaring with the birds.
>Never have you felt more alive.
>Unfortunately, you didn't take into account what goes up must come down.
"Shiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet...."
 
*thud*
 
>You can't feel your legs.
>Or your arms.
>Or your dick.
 
>Here comes the light...
>Yes..
>It's so warm.
>Taking you away!
>FAR AWAY FROM HERE!
 
>...
 
>*grab me that scapel*
>*Yes sir.*
>"Nurse? Blood type,"
>"AB Positive, sir."
 
"Aughhhhh... fugg..."
 
>"Hey... Weren't you just in here a few weeks ago?"
>"Nurse? Where was this man found?"
 
>"Uhh, in the same intersection as before sir.. But no one claims to have seen him get hit."
 
>"Huh, you tryin' to commit fraud?"
>"It's African Americans like you that give the others a bad name."
 
>...
 
>A few days later, you are ejected from the hospital for an inability to pay the bills.
>You are given cheap wooden crutches and limp home.
>None of this makes sense to you. Where are all the lawyers?
>Where's your justice?
 
>You get home and turn on the TV.
>Presidential address...
>...
>WHY THE FUCK IS RON PAUL GIVING THE PRESIDENTAL ADDRESS!?
 
>You look out the window and, to your surprise, it is snowing.
>How fucking long were you laying in that intersection?
 
*click-clack*
 
>Tumbler.
>Someone's trying to break in!
>DAMN!
 
>You reach into your afro and pull out your glock, aiming it at the door.
>It opens.
>You fire three shots, all of which you hear hit your target.
>"AUGHHHH! FUGG MAN!"
 
>That voice...
>You've heard that voice before..
 
>You approach the door, to find not a burglar, but a man holding gift baskets.
>Gift baskets filled with fried chicken.
>And who's blood stains the gifts?
>It's none other than...
>Yours.
 
End.
 
END PART II - APPLEJACK RAPE TIMELINE