Bop Weed (Flutterrape)

>Day Sure Do Love Apples in Equestria

>Today is the Apple Family Reunion.

>You are Anon, and you live with the Apple family.

>These days always give you a headache.

>Namely because of Apple Bloom constantly going on about her cousin.

>Bop Weed or something?

>Weird name for an apple p0ny.

>You are currently out grabbing apples for Granny Smith to make pie with.

>Damn that pie was good.

>Sadly, Apple Bloom has followed you.

>”Ahnd when she comes up here, me 'n her arr guhnna have so much fun!”

“Yes yes, I heard you the first 500 times Apple Bloom.”

>”Naw, but Ahnon! You have no ahdeah how exc-ah-ted Ah am tah see mah cuz again!”

>Her adoration for her shitheaded cousin has extended into her teen years for some reason.

“Seriously...”

>It was as if she had a crush on her own flesh and skin.

>This is getting tedious. And Apple Bloom hasn't been helping you at all.

>”So yeah... Babs was tellin' me all about her special somep0ny.”

>Your ears prick up at this for some reason.

>”She said he don't mind her gettin' around with nop0ny! Heck, she told me she been kissin' up all the fellas in Manehattan and he don't mind none!”

“Uh... I don't think this is something I wanna be talking about.”

>Her eyelids drop slightly, and a sultry-sounding voice comes.

>”Hey, don't worry Ahnon. Ah could share ANYTHING with y'all...”

>And... now Apple Bloom is Crapple Doom.

>God, could your brain not come up with anything better?

>She's still looking at you with that same smile.

“Uh... Thanks, I suppose.”

>The two of you head back to the farm.

 

>A couple of hours have passed since Apple Bloom started being creepy.

>Applejack had taken heed that something was up.

>”What in the hay did mah little sis' say to y'all? Y'all look like ya been dragged through a graveyard er sumthin'.”

“Nothing Applejack, honestly. You know Apple Bloom has always acted funny around me. Nothing new.”

>Her look turns stern but uncertain.

>”Hey now, watch whatcher sayin', Ahnon. That's mah sister.”

>She always denied that Apple Bloom had a thing for you.

>You knew better though.

>Walking out of the barn, you notice the first batch of Apple pones have arrived.

>It's been a while since you last saw them.

>Fine bunch, these Apples.

>Or, most of them at least.

>The kids seem the most messed up.

>Too much overexposure to Playpone these days, you say.

>One of the mares passes you.

“Hey Apple Crumble. How's the restaurant?”

>”It's goin' mighty fine, Ahnon. Thanks fer askin'!”

>She leaves to go talk to some other p0nies.

>Just as Bip Greed shows herself.

>Apple Bloom rushes over to her right away.

>”Heya Babs! Ah got SO much to tell y'all!”

>The autumn-coloured p0ny hugs her.

>”Heya, cuz. Look who I brought.”

>She points to a stallion behind her who introduces himself as Garden Olive.

>He doesn't really talk much, just kinda hangs around, looking sorry for himself.

>”And this one time, me and Garden had...”

>Babs whispers something into Bloom's ear, and she instantly freaks out.

>She looks bewildered, beset, bamboozled.

>You hate to think what she told the pone.

>While you're talking to a group, Garden Olive walks by and says he's off, though you don't catch where.

>Whatever, he wasn't exactly life of the party.

>The group goes on their merry way, you see that the teenaged mares are staring at you, whispering things to each other.

>After a short while, they saunter on up to you.

>”Say, Ahnon...”

>”We was wondering...”

>”If y'all would wanna come into the grove with us?”

>...The grove?

>You have never heard of this place before.

“Uh, what's that?”

>”Oh, you dunno? Bloom here was tellin' me all about it. It's where she takes people she can trust with ANYTHING...”

>She winks.

“I ain't so sure about that.”

>”Oh come on, Ahnon! Ah swear there'll be no funny business.”

>Her lips curl upward slightly.

>”Not much, anyway.”

>Before you can get a word out, you hear a loud crack.

 

>Opening your blurry eyes, your arms are unable to move.

>”He looks so...”

>”Cute.”

>”Invitin'.”

>Three p0nies stand before you.

>Garden Olive, Bib Beads, and Apple Bloom.

>Scan your surroundings.

>So you're tied to a tree, beside a little orchard.

“...What are we gonna do in the garden, mares and colts?”

>The girls tilt their heads back and laugh wildly.

>It seems like it's getting dark.

“A-Apple Bloom, I'll tell your sister on you.”

>She chuckles.

>”Ahnon, I ain't no little filly anymore. Ah got needs.”

>Garden Olive steps back.

>”A-actually girls, I don't want no part of this. It ain't right.”

>Doesn't do anything to stop it?

>Little bitch.

>There's no escaping this.

>The pair begin to undo your trousers.

>Or that's what you thought was gonna happen, turns out they'd already done that when you were unconscious.

>Babs takes your entire shaft into her mouth, while Apple Bloom starts to suckle on your right nut.

>New York pone starts to twirl her tongue in what feels like a figure of eight.

>No cutiemark pone has dampened your scrotum.

>It feels so fucking wrong.

>You kick out at the two, attempting to get them away.

>Babs bites down in surprise.

>Apple Bloom does the same.

>They take their heads up, and look at you.

>...Something doesn't feel right.

>You look down.

>On the floor is your right testicle.

>Babs opens her mouth to talk, but out falls...

>Your cock.

>Worst reunion ever.