- 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.
- END
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