Blackmailin' Babs Finale

>Wake up to the horrid smell of your B.O.

I should shower...

>You don't move an inch.

>Decide a filly fooler like yourself should wallow in your filth.

>It's been a couple of days since you fucked Babs' marshmallow butthole.

>You really didn't want to leave the house.

>You didn't want to do much of anything.

>Not to mention that the house has turned into a pig sty.

>Dirty clothes everywhere.

>Liquor bottles littered the floor.

>There's a knock at the door.

>Don't bother answering.

>"ANON!"

>Sounds like AJ.

>No, it might be a trap. Maybe Babs learned how to impersonate others.

>She wants you to open that door so she can rape you again.

>"Anon! Open up dis dang door!"

>Still don't move.

>"THAT'S IT!"

>You hear the sound of wood splintering off your door.

>A couple of bucks followed by a loud crash confirms your door is no longer in this world.

>"What in tarnation... Anon!"

>The sound of clopping hooves echo through your house.

>Your bedroom door opens up.

>"Anon!? What happen ta ya, Sugarcube?"

>Turn your head to find AJ with a look of shock, and covering her nose.

It's nothing.

>"Sure doesn't look like nothin'. Your home look like mah pig pen. And ya smell worse than Big Mac workin all day in a storm."

>Damn, you smell that bad?

>"What's goin' on wit you?"

I don't want to talk about it.

>"Please, I just wanna-"

I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!

>AJ is taken back by your outburst.

 

>Yeah, maybe that was uncalled for.

Sorry Applejack. Let's just not talk about that.

>You can see in her eyes that she wants to press the issue.

>She sighs.

>"Fine then...I won't botha' ya anymor' 'bout t'at. But, ya need ta get out. Ya been cooped up in here fer a week."

>You were trying to avoid the succubus in filly clothing.

Actually, I'd rather stay in here.

>AJ was getting fed up with your attitude.

>She stomps her hooves on the ground.

>"Now listen' here partna'. I know ya have problems, but sitting in here and hidin' from them ain't gonna help ya get over 'em."

>She makes her way towards your bed.

But...

>"NO BUTS!"

>She hops up on your bed, jabbing your gut with a hoof.

>"Ya need ta take life by the horns and show tha' bull who's boss!"

>"Stayin' in fear and hiding is the actions of a quitter. An' Ah know Anon is no quitter!"

>She was right.

>The Babs Seed issues won't take care of themselves if you're in here.

>She will still come for you.

>You can't stay in here for the rest of your life.

>Besides, you're running out of food.

>You need to end this now.

Yeah! You're right!

>"So tell me what ya gonna do!"

I'm gonna take life by the horns!

>"Yes!"

I'm gonna show it who's boss!

>"Oh yes! That's wut I like ta here."

Imma throw it on the ground.

>"Yeah! That's right partna'."

And have my way with it.

>"OH SWEET CELESTIA, TAKE ME NOW!"

 

>You pause and shoot her a "WTF" face.

>Her rebuttle was the best pokerface she could muster.

>Which wasn't much seeing as she is blushing.

>Decide it was best to overlook that statement.

>"Um...you should go wash up. I'll be...downstairs if ya need me."

>So with renewed vigor, you start your morning routine.

>Taking a long time in the shower to get rid of this horrible body odor.

>After 20 minutes of shower time, you head downstairs to find that it has been tidied up.

>"Phew...Lucky fer you, I know my way around doin' chores."

Thanks. Sorry about making you clean up my mess.

>AJ gives you a warm smile.

>"Don't mention it. But since you feel bad, I'll have ya do somethin' fer me."

>She hands you a bag with Applebloom's name written in crayon.

>"Mind takin this to tha school yard. Applebloom fergot her lunch. I would do it mahself, but I got a full list ta do."

>She looks at the clock hanging on your.

>"Which ahm runnin' late."

>She hoofs you the bag.

But wai-

>"Ahm countin' on ya Anon!"

>Without a word, the apple farmer was gone.

>Guess you don't have a choice in the matter.

>Can't let Lil' Apple go hungry.

>So you put your shoes on and head on out to the schoolhouse.

>You'll deal with the door later. Not like ponies want what you have.

 

>After going Metal Gear throughout Ponyville, you finally arrive at the schoolhouse.

>Notice the fillies and colts are in recess with Cheerilee watching them from the side.

>You walk up to the gate.

>Applebloom notices you and trots over.

>Scoots and Sweets aren't with her today.

>"Hiya Anon? How ya feelin'? Haven't seen ya roun' tha farm."

>You pet the filly on her head.

>She leans into your hand.

Just here to drop off your lunch that you forgot.

>Applebloom blushes.

>"Whoops! Um... gee, thanks. I hope it wasn't much trouble fer ya."

>Well, you had to avoid the main roads to get here.

Think nothing of it. And where's the other Crusaders?

>"Sick. Hope they get better."

Yeah. Well, I'm off now. Take care.

>You pat her again and head home.

>But things never go right.

>"Hey! What are ya...T'AT IS MAHYN!"

>Sounds like Applebloom's in trouble.

>Head back to see what's going on.

>"Like a blank flank could have a nice lunch."

>Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon.

>You heard about these two fillies from Lil' Apple.

>They play keep away with Applebloom's lunch bag.

 

>"To think some monkey would make you a lunch like this."

>They began to cause a scene.

>Now other fillies and colts circle around them.

>Why aren't they helping?

>This seriously rustles your jimmies as much as Babs does.

>You need to act now.

>As you step out from behind the tree, the crowd dispurses.

>"DIAMOND TIARA! SILVER SPOON!"

>Cheerilee slowly makes her way over to the three fillies, grabbing the bag in mid air.

>She hands it off to the yellow filly and sends her on her way.

>"You two. Punishment corner. Now."

>Bitchy Tiara and Yes Man Spoon shiver in place.

>Cheerilee was not amused.

>"Did I make myself clear?"

>The two scuttle off inside.

>You step out from behind the tree while the teacher sighs.

>"What am I going to do with these fillies."

>She spots you.

>"Oh, Anon. You saw?"

>You just manage a nod.

 

>"Those two fillies have been bullying Applebloom and her friends. I've tried everything at my disposal."

>She watches the young ones play their little games.

>"Bullies always have a reason for doing what they do. It differs from pony to pony. But whatever the reason, they need to be dealt with."

>You watch as she looks up at the sky.

>"From parent-teacher meetings, time out, and even detention. Every peaceful avenue has been exhausted. Sometimes being nice just isn't enough."

>She reaches down and pulls out a ruler and slaps her hoof with it.

>How she did that boggles your mind.

>Probably magic.

>"Sometimes, you just have to beat that flank to reinforce discipline into them. Sad that parents don't do this much in this day in age."

>You chuckle.

>Then it clicks with you.

>Babs, despite hiding it behind blackmail and forcing you into sexual situations, is basically being a bully.

>You tried being nice, and you end up fucking her in the end.

"Welp, I'm off to take care of those two. Take care."

>She sounds so chipper despite having to spank some filly flanks.

>All well, that doesn't concern you.

>You're on a mission.

>Off to Sweet Apple Acres.

 

>Arrive at the farm. Notice Granny Smith asleep in her rocker.

>AJ and Big Mac are probably bucking away at those trees.

>And with Applebloom at school, there will be no distractions.

>You make our way towards the clubhouse.

>And surprise, surprise. There is the bad apple.

>"Well well well, seems the big baby finally came out to play."

>You just look up at her.

>"Wazzah matta', cat got ya tongue?"

>You say nothing.

>"Doesn't matter. Since ya here, we can catch up on some fun."

>She climbs on top of the railing and jumps at you.

>Decide to catch her and hold her in your arms. She'd probably want that anyway.

>"Good, you're learning, babe."

Uh-huh...

>"Lets go to your place. Then we can get comfy."

Okay.

>You arrive home and carry the filly up stairs.

>She wiggles out of your grasp and lands on the bed with a *POMF* =3.

>Shut the door behind you.

>Your face shows little expression.

>"What are we going to do on the bed?"

>Make your way towards the bed and sit next to her.

>It's now or never.

>Babs, not knowing what wrath will be brought upon her, crawls onto your lap.

>"I think we should start with some butt fun."

>Your stomach feels like a pretzel.

>Her tail lifts up, giving you easy access.

>"Remember, stick it in dry. Then maybe I'll let you put it in my other hole."

>This filly...

>It's time to crack out the book on Child-rearing for Black Mothers.

>Chapter 1: Whoop Dat Ass.

 

>Your hand rises in the air, and is brought down onto Babs Seed's filly flanks.

>She moans aloud.

>"Oh, so you're into that. But, you should have warned me befo-."

>You lift your hand again and slap her flanks harder before she could finish.

>"Ouch! T-that hurts. What are ya doin', Anon?"

>Her eyes locks onto yours.

>She sees that something is wrong.

>You let her have it again.

>"OW! Stop it!"

>Tears pooling under her eyes.

>You shake your head.

You need discipline. You will learn that doing this to others is wrong.

>Your hand contacts her rear again.

>It's starting to sting your hand.

>But Babs is feeling it more.

>She tries to lower her tail, hoping that would stop the punishment.

>It doesn't.

>So she tries to squirm out from your grasp.

>You held her down more. There was no escape for her.

>She can't ignore your hand.

>"I'm sorry! I'm s-so-sorry!"

>She's bawling, sputtering out apologies hoping this spanking would stop.

>You hit her a few more times for good measure, then release her.

>What happens next catches you off guard.

>The little filly buries her face into your chest and begins to bawl.

>You thought she'd run away.

>This was the first time you have ever seen Babs like this.

>You weren't a heartless monster. This did pain you.

>"I-I'm so-or-ry!" Babs trying so hard to cling to your chest.

>Your arms wrap around her orange body, while petting her mane trying to console her.

 

>Babs eventually calms down. Her wails of sadness turning into quiet sobs.

>"I'm sorry, Anon. I'm sorry..."

I know.

>You sit there for a good 10 minutes.

>Babs eventually stops crying and falls asleep.

>You tuck her in your bed and head down stairs to your couch to think about what you did.

>And the possible consequences of your actions.

>You could be charged with filly abuse, IF she tells.

>Could be that bad end you were worried about a week ago when this whole mess started.

>But now you're too tired to think about "ifs" and "maybes".

>You just want to sleep.

>Spanking fillies was tough work, especially when they were squirming in your grasp.

>So after lying down on your comfy sofa, sleep takes hold of you.

---

>Wake up some time later.

>You're met with the sight of green eyes.

>Babs stood in front of your couch, still with that sad expression on her face.

>"Anon..." She sniffles with her head held low.

It's fine.

>She shakes her head.

>"No, it ain't. I didn't want it to be like this. Not again."

What do you mean?

>She sits on her haunches, wincing at the lingering pain left after that spanking.

>"It's a long story."

I have time.

>Babs closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath.

 

>"I was always picked on. Was it for muh voice, or bein' a blank flank."

>So she's always been bullied. Well, that doesn't justify her actions one bit.

>She blows a puff of air up at her mane.

>"But I always fought back. They make fun of muh boyish voice, I hit em in da jaw. No cutie mahk, a buck to da chest would shut 'em up."

>"Tha problem child, that's want I wus. Teachers didn't know wut ta do wit' me. Fillies and colts were 'fraid of me. I had no friends..."

>She looks up at you, her eyes took on a harsh tone. They seemed to bore through you.

>"So I became what they feared. Let's just say...I wasn't a good little filly."

>Her eyes took a softer tone.

>"That was until I met this colt. He was a transfa' student, an' tha only one who would speak to me. Over time, I began to, uh, like him."

>Her eyes drifted downward.

>"That's where it all went downhill."

>There's that twisting feeling in your stomach.

>"I was confused. I didn't know how to express my feelings. Not being the social butterfly makes that hard."

>She pouts.

>She has a point.

>"I didn't ask my 'rents. They were always busy. I ended up learning about social interactions through uh..."

>She rubs the back of her head.

>"My pop's naughty magazines. Found them while lookin for mah scooter one day. So whenever I was with him, I woul' emulate those pictures thinking he'll like me."

 

>She covers her face with her hooves.

>"I'd would brush against his flanks, lick his cheek. He didn' oppose to this, so I thought it was workin'. Then one day, we were alone in his house. That's when Ah made my move."

>She shivers.

>"I pushed him down onto the bed. Then..."

>She pause. It felt like this part was too painful to speak about with you.

>You reach out and pet her.

It's fine. This talk won't leave this house.

>She needs to get this off her chest.

>"I did thing to him...down there."

>"He was saying to stop. I didn't listen."

>"The next thing I knew, a kick from him knocked me off the bed. With angered eyes, he said 'I hate you. Don't come near me'. I felt...horrible. I ran home, went in my room, and cried."

>Babs couldn't hold back her tears.

>You just watch them roll down her cheeks as her green eyes looked up at you, wanting a hug.

>"The next day, rumors spread. Fillies and colts bothered me. And that colt... he avoided me whenever I tried to talk to him. It was then that I snapped."

>You can see tears slowly roll down her cheek.

>"I was expelled. I don' wanna say the bad things I did. My parents were worried more about their appearance than me. So they sent me away to live with AJ on the farm."

>It finally makes sense.

>"Then I met you... and well. I..."

>You place a finger on her lips.

 

I get it... but why?

>You remove your hand to let her speak.

>"You're just so nice. And I had a blast with you that week. I just wanna be with ya. But...it ended the same way. I...I lost ya."

>More tears began to hit your floor.

No you didn't. I'm still here.

>You pick the filly up and hold her up in the air.

I don't hate you Babs. Just...disappointed for what you did to me.

>Her eyes gaze at your face.

>She doesn't see anger, or hatred.

>All she could find was a soft smile.

I could be mad, but that does nothing for either of us.

>You set her down on your chest, scratching behind her ears.

You'd go back to being your old self and do the same things. That cycle will end here. You just need an adult to be your role model.

>For the first time you've seen her, she gives you a kind smile.

Also, you're a bit young for me. There are colts around your age. You'll find somep0ny for you.

>She just nods, accepting that maybe

>"O-okay..."

Now? About those tapes...

>"There was only one. Ya had it all along."

>...wat?

Watchu talkin' 'bout Babs?

>"It was all a bluff. Didn't think you wouldn't see through it. And I wouldn't have told..."

>Damn this filly.

>But you won't berate her. She's been through enough.

>The two of you just lie on the couch.

 

>The next few weeks were nice.

>Babs attitude changed for the better.

>Those days were been buried, never to be brought up again.

>You'd help out at the farm, then end up watching the CMCs do their silly antics.

>Trying hard to keep them out of trouble.

>That was the hard part.

>Babs would help you with picking apples and other chores around the farm.

>She really was a big help.

>Life was grand.

>One day, Babs receives a letter.

>Turns out her parents managed to get her back into school.

>The CMCs were sad to see their friend go.

>But education comes first.

>She would leave in two days.

>So for her last day there, you and the other Crusaders spent the day doing what Babs wanted to do.

>Fun times were had by all.

>Especially the huge food fight at Sugarcube Corner.

>Pinkie Pie instigated the whole thing.

>Too bad you all had to clean up the shop afterwards.

>The next day, you all are at the train station to see off Babs.

>She says her goodbyes to AJ, Applebloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle.

>They were short and sweet.

>The train rolls up to the station.

>Babs trots up to you.

>You kneel down and give her your signature bear hug.

>She's laughing while nuzzling into your chest.

Now be a good filly. Okay?

>"Yeah. I will. And I will write to ya."

>You place her down and watch as she gets her bag and gets on the train.

>As the train rolls away. Babs is waving at you.

>You all return the gesture.

>Just like that, the Manehattan Express rolls out of Ponyville.

 

>Over the years, you and Babs sent letters to each other.

>You learn her grades in school got better, and the bullying stopped.

>She told you of her first date with some colt.

>Said it was the worst date she had.

>Says she misses you and hopes to visit some day.

>You wrote back, telling of the happenings in Ponyville.

>Including your hand in trying relationships with a few mares.

>You did date Applejack. Was your longest relationship. Sadly, it didn't work out in the end.

>You two were still good friends.

>Applebloom was disappointed, thinking you'd be her brother-in-law one day.

>There were a few other mares here and there. Those seemed more like flings than anything serious.

>You also dated Fluttershy.

>Was nice at first, but got creepy real fast.

>That was a horrible break up. Nearly ended in rape. She's still after you, hoping a correct fetish guess would bring you back to her.

>It didn't.

>The correspondence continued for a while.

>Soon, the letters became sparse as live became busy for that orange filly.

>Wasn't long until they stopped all together.

>In your heart, there was always that spot for her.

>One night, you sit on your roof, drinking some scotch.

>Somewhere in Manehattan, Babs is drinking some wine on her patio.

>You raise your glass to the moonlit sky.

>She does the same.

>"Fly Me to the Moon" is playing on both of your radios.

>You both were thinking about one another.

>Make a toast.

Here's lookin' at ya, kid.

>"Here's lookin' at ya, Babe."

 

END