The Trial of Omar Du'Quan - Applejack Rape Timeline

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>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