>Brad woke up the next morning to his cellphone ringing on his bedside table.
"Oh what the hell," he said flailing his arm in search of the phone.
>After a few errant swipes he picked it up and looked at the ID.
"Twilight?"
>Brad quickly answered it.
"Hello?"
>"Hey Brad!" a cheery voice rang on the other end, "Glad you're awake!"
"Wish I could say the same," he sighed, "Why'd you call?"
>"I just wanted to remind you that AJ's football match is today. Be at the school at 11 AM, okay?"
>Brad forgot it was Saturday.
"Alright, I'll be there soon."
>Brad hung up the phone and got dressed.
>He hated waking up so early on a Saturday, but at least he was going to a football match.
>Once 10:30 AM rolled around Brad grabbed his keys and went out to his car.
>He drove down to the football pitch, parking near the gate.
>He almost immediately saw Twilight and her friends, bunched together on the same section of the bleachers, along with three young girls.
>Brad recognized the three girls by who they were sitting next to.
>Applebloom sat alone (her sister was on the field), Sweetie Belle sat near Rarity, and Scootaloo sat next to Rainbow Dash.
>Brad sat next to Twilight, who gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
>Scootaloo rolled her eyes and shuffled away from Brad.
>Brad noticed that Sweetie Belle was acting oddly.
>She was very skiddish; she shifted her weight back and forth like she was hiding something.
 
>In fact, all the younger sisters were acting strangely. They seemed very nervous around Brad.
"Poor things," Brad thought, "They're still shaken over that night."
>They were afraid to make eye contact with him, but they kept opening and closing their mouths as if to tell him something.
"What's the matter, Scoots?" Brad asked, "Wanna tell me something?"
>"Oh," she popped up, "Nothing, Brad. I was just thinking about...later..."
>Scootaloo's voice mumbled off as she glanced at Sweetie and Applebloom.
>Brad shrugged and resumed watching the game.
>The match eventually went to penalty kicks. Derpy, the goalie, saved three of the other team's shots while AJ delivered the final kick to win the game.
>The crowd went wild as Twilight and her friends ran towards their friend. They embraced Applejack in a large dogpile, pumping their fists and cheering.
>Brad got up to join the pile when he felt his jacket being held back.
>He turned to look and saw Sweetie Belle holding tight.
>She was looking at him with great big puppy dog eyes.
"What is it, Sweetie Belle?"
>"Rarity wanted to ask you something," she started, "She told me that she and the girls were going out after the game and someone had to watch us. She told me to ask you."
"Um...sure," Brad said, turning to tell Rarity but felt his jacket still held fast.
>"Brad?"
"Yes, Sweetie Belle?"
>"Please don't...do it again..." Brad new what she meant.
"I promise I won't do anything to you unless you say it's okay," Brad said, placing a hand on her shoulder.
>"Thanks," Sweetie giggled at his touch and ran off to celebrate with her two friends and their sister.
>Brad started to walk toward Rarity once the celebration had died down. She smiled when she saw him.
 
>"Hey Brad!" Rarity said.
"Hi, Sweetie told me you guys needed me to watch you sisters while you're out."
>"Yes, I hope it's not too much trouble..."
"Not at all, Brad said, "They won't cause too many problems."
>"Splendid! We just never get to go out as a group anymore with our parents gone."
>Brad started to walk back toward Twilight when a hand grabbed him by the shoulder.
>"Don't tell the girls, but I want to stop by the jail and visit Norman. He must be so lonely in there."
>Brad gulped, knowing that he WILL be lonely there.
"I won't, but why are you telling me?"
>" I wanted to know what to say to him, you know, to cheer him up."
"There's not much you can say to a man in jail, Rarity," Brad said, "But I think he would benefit the most from some simple encouragement from you. He looks up to you as your savior, just visiting will cheer him up."
>"Thanks, Brad," she smiled, "I'll be sure to encourage him. Ta-ta! Hope the girls don't give you too much trouble!"
>Rarity walked to Applejack's SUV and drove away, leaving Brad with the three middle-schoolers in the middle of the field.
"So," he clapped his hands together, "Let's get going, shall we?"
 
>Brad unlocked his car as Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle and Applebloom climbed into the back seat.
>They squished themselves together, trying to occupy a space big enough for only two. They giggled as the pushed each other back and forth.
"Alright, alright, settle down back there," Brad laughed, "Save some energy for later."
>The girls started to slow their movements, shushing each other.
"That's better," Brad said, "now buckle up and hold on!"
>Brad playfully accelerated, inciting laughs and smiles from the girls. Once he slowed down they started whispering amongst themselves. Brad didn't pay it any mind; he probably wouldn't want to hear it anyway.
>After ten minutes of solid whispering Brad pulled up to his house.
"Alright girls, come on out." The girls stayed put. "What's the matter?"
>"Rarity said that we'd be staying at Rainbow Dash's house," Sweetie Belle said meekly, "It's a couple minutes down the road. Her parents are attending the World Cup so there's an empty house for us to play in!"
"Alrighty then," Brad grumbled, getting back in his car.
>He drove a couple more miles before pulling up to a blue house with multiple trophies visible in the upstairs window.
"Must be RD's room," Brad thought as he approached.
>Finally the girls hopped out of the car and hurriedly ran inside. Brad was in no rush as he walked to the door.
>He put his bag down on the dining room table, which had a charming centerpiece.
>It was a bowl, modeled to resemble half a soccer ball, which held a bounty of sweets.
>Brad plucked his favorite bite-size candy bar from the bowl and popped it in his mouth.
"Milky Way," Brad chewed, "What a silly name for call something."
>Brad wiped his mouth as he looked around. It was eerily quiet.
"Girls?" No response "Scootaloo? Sweetie Belle? Applebloom? Where are you girls?"
>Still nothing. Brad moved forward slowly, calling them over and over.
>Suddenly Brad heard a crash coming from upstairs.
"Girls?" he called, "Everything alright?"
>"HELP!" a voice wailed, "OH GOD IT HURTS! SOMEONE HELP!"
>Brad bounded up the stairs.
>"ANYBODY PLEASE! I'M STUCK!"
>Brad sped around the corner, recklessly running down the hall.
>He was running nearly full clip when one foot failed to go ahead of him.
>Brad's leg refused to move forward with his body as he lost his balance.
>He fell hard on his face, tumbling and rolling forward until smashing his head against the wall.
>He felt himself slipping away, his vision darkening and blurred.
>"Alright!" said a high pitched voice, "It worked, Scoots!"
>"Told ya it would, this should make things easier."
>Brad tried to think of the meaning behind her words but he blacked out.
 
>Brad slowly opened his eyes. The first thing that came to his mind was a cold wind on his chest.
>His bare chest...
>Brad tried to move his arms to check but found them held fast to two bedposts.
"What the..." Brad thought as he fought his bonds.
>He tried moving his legs too but again found them fixed in place.
>He then realized how soft the surface he was lying on was.
>The final piece of the puzzle was when Brad looked down to find that he was stripped to his boxers.
"No...no no no FUCK!" Brad thought, "Tied to a mattress? This can't be happening."
>Brad continued to fight when he was interrupted.
>"It's a good thing we tried the Knot Club! He can't even loosen 'em!" Applebloom said.
>"Yeah, he's stuck like my back tire's brake!" Scootaloo said.
>"So, he's not going to get out? Will he get hurt?" Sweetie Belle asked quietly.
>"What does it matter that he gets hurt," Scootaloo said, "What matters is that he can't move..." Scootaloo ran her hand down Brad's face, "...no matter what we do to him."
>Brad laughed nervously.
"Very funny, girls," he said, "Well, you got me, I give up! Let's stop playing now, okay?"
>"Oh but Brad," Scootaloo cooed, leaping onto Brad's chest, "We haven't even started playing..." Scootaloo leaned down and locked him in a deep kiss.
>Brad's eyes went wide as the torrent of confusion washed through him.
>Scootaloo was frenching him, wriggling her tongue across his own and coiling around it.
>Brad didn't want to make out with her, it didn't feel right.
>Brad groaned under Scootaloo's mouth as he tried to voice his protest.
>Scootaloo broke the kiss and Brad breathed heavily.
"What was that for?" Brad said, "Please, you're too young for this!"
>"That's not what we heard at the prom, is it girls?"
>Sweetie and Applebloom nodded their heads as they went on either side of Brad's stomach.
"That was different!" Brad defended, "I was...I wasn't..."
>"Oh shut up," Scootaloo said, "You're in a for a long night, just like that night at the prom." Scootaloo embraced Brad again, moaning as she wormed her tongue around Brad's mouth.
>Scootaloo broke the kiss briefly to instruct her friends.
>"Well don't just stand there," she scolded, "There's more to him under those boxers."
>Brad really started to panic when he felt two pairs of hands slipping over his waist.
>The two slowly pulled his boxers down, sliding it past his cock as it bounced upwards.
>Sweetie and Applebloom were surprised as Scootaloo turned. She smiled and looked back at Brad, moving her hands to the sides of his face.
>"You're hard?" Scootaloo cooed, "You really are a pedo, aren't you? You're really enjoying this, huh?"
"No!" Brad screamed, "It's involuntary, I'm not--" Brad was cutoff by Scootaloo kissing him once again.
>He wasn't going to lie; he was getting painfully hard from making out with Scootaloo. She was an amazing kisser, better than Twilight!
>He was lost in an ocean of pleasure when he felt his cock being prodded.
>"Scoots," Sweetie Belle said, "What do we do with this thing?"
>"Yeah," Applebloom said, "It's just sorta standin' there. We s'posed to touch it?"
>"Well duh," said Scootaloo, "What do you think you have to do?"
 
>Applebloom looked back at Brad's cock, twitching violently from Scoots's makeout session.
>She slowly reached her hand to his dick and curled her tiny yellow fingers around the shaft.
>Brad furiously broke the kiss.
"Hey! Stop it! That's not for you to touch!"
>"Oh?" said Scootaloo seductively, "and what are you gonna do about it? Move your hand up and down Applebloom, and put your mouth on it, Sweetie."
>Applebloom began to tug, slowly sliding her hand up and down, up and down, eliciting protestful moans from Brad.
>Sweetie watched her friend pleasuring Applebloom with awe until she started to get wet.
>"What did she mean 'put my mouth' on it?" she thought as she crawled towards it.
>She hovered her face directly over Brad's dick, the head pointing straight at her.
>She slowly lowered her head, mouth agape, and slid Brad's diskhead past her lips.
 
"HOLY FUCK!" thought Brad as he was triple teamed by the young girls.
>Applebloom worked his shaft while Sweetie dutifully sucked on the tip, precum oozing out of the top.
>Scootaloo reared up again, taking off her shirt and bra, revealing her somewhat flat chest.
>"Don't forget to swirl your tongue, I saw that on a couple videos on the web and the guy loved it. Don't go for too long either," Scootaloo instructed as she leaned forward again.
>Brad expected another kiss but was instead greeted with Scootaloo's bare chest.
>"Scream and I'll punch you in the throat," Scootaloo warned as he pressed her chest against his face.
>Brad turned his head sideways as Scootaloo's nipple descended towards his mouth.
>"Suck," Scootaloo said, grabbing Brad's head and aligning his mouth his her teat.
>Brad reluctantly wrapped his lips around her nipple, sucking furiously.
>"Oh goodness!" Scootaloo said, her legs buckling slightly, "This feels so good...no wonder those women in the videos love this!"
>Brad sucked like a breastfeeding infant, nursing Scootaloo's young teat.
>Meanwhile he felt his groin begin to contract.
"No! I can't cum!" Brad said, but it was futile as he felt his body give way.
>"Stop! Get off him!" Scootaloo yelled behind her. Her two friends obediently removed their hands and mouth.
"NNGH!" Brad moaned as his cock contracted violently in a dry orgasm.
>"Phew," Scootaloo sighed, still being suckled by Brad, "that was way too close. You can use him to please yourselves, you know."
 
>Scootaloo lifted her chest off of Brad's mouth and positioned her other nipple to resume the suckling.
>Applebloom and Sweetie stared confused at each other, their pussies burning as they looked at Brad's cock.
>Scootaloo had made his dick off-limits, but that didn't stop the horny duo.
>Applebloom moved down to Brad's calf, straddling it. She lowered herself onto his leg, pushing her folds apart as she pressed down.
>Brad felt a hot spot on his leg, but payed no mind.
>Applebloom squeaked as she slid her inexperienced pussy up and down Brad's leg, coating it with her juices.
>Her moans made Sweetie Belle even hotter and wetter as she sat on Brad's chest behind Scootaloo.
>She tapped her on the shoulder.
>"Hey Scoots," Scootaloo didn't look up, "Can we...ya know...kiss?"
>Scootaloo lifted off of Brad, covering his mouth.
>"You want...to kiss me?"
>Sweetie Belle nodded, "Uh huh, I just...thought you were kinda...cute."
>Scootaloo nodded her head, but she looked back down at Brad.
>"Don't worry, pretty boy, I'm not done with you." She grinned maliciously as she turned to face Sweetie.
>Brad was recovering from the marathon sucking when he felt boiling drops land on his face.
>He looked up to see Scoots's pussy, bright red and presumably just as hot.
>Scootaloo slowly lowered herself onto Brad, the full weight of her body resting on her pussy.
>Brad's mouth was soaked as she pressed into him.
>"What are you waiting for," she scolded, "You know what to do!"
>Brad shut his eyes and slowly dragged his tongue across her slit.
>Scootaloo moaned loudly as her body crumpled under the assault of pleasure.
>She recovered to look up and Scootaloo dreamily.
>Sweetie straddled Brad's chest, her pussy burning him as she leaned forward for the kiss.
>They locked together in a warm embrace, grinding their pussies in rhythm against their captive.
>They moaned into each other's lips as Applebloom finished on Brad's leg.
>Brad moaned from Applebloom's hot cum burning his leg, ashamed that he had made a young girl cum.
>Applebloom curiously looked at Brad's cock, which had begun to spasm again from her release.
>She eyed it hungrily, a natural instinct drawing her towards it.
>She crept towards his dick, swinging her thighs to his sides as she positioned her pussy over his cock.
 
>Brad couldn't see past Scootaloo's ass as she ground against him, but he felt hot drops dribble down his cock.
"Hey, Applebloom!" He shouted under Scoot's pussy, "Stop! Wait until you're ready! Wait until you're older!"
>Applebloom didn't listen as she dutifully lowered her cunt, balancing her folds on Brad's shaft.
>Brad failed to notice Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle grinding faster and harder against him.
>The moaned together as they embraced, releasing a torrent of cum on Brad's face and chest.
>Brad shuddered as he was basted with their hot cum.
>The two breathed deeply before nodding to each other.
>Brad had no time to think before a bright white ass was thrust in his face.
>"My turn," Sweetie said as she sat on Brad's mouth.
>Scootaloo took a spot between Brad's legs, eyeing his balls maliciously.
>"Everyoen ready?" Scootaloo called, "1...2..."
>Brad shuddered and struggled in his bonds.
>"THREE!" Scootaloo began to fondle Brad and suck his balls, Sweetie began to grind against Brad's face, and Applebloom slid his cock past her lower lips, screaming as she forced its way inside.
 
>Brad moaned and writhed uncontrollably, completely at their mercy.
>Applebloom bounced on his cock, dragging her folds against his shaft.
>Scootaloo furiously sucked, tracing her tongue along the sack.
>Sweetie Belle was like putty on his face, she went limp as she rubbed against his mouth.
>Brad began to lose track of time, how long had he been tied up? How long will this go on?
>How long until he cums?
>Applebloom's pussy was far, far too tight to possibly hold his cock, but it did anyway. He could feel every ripple, every fold, every contraction of her walls as she rode him.
>Applebloom was inexperienced and was close to orgasm. She bounced faster and faster, letting out a loud scream as she came.
>She sprayed Scootaloo in the face. "You could have at least warned me," she said.
>"Ah'm sorry," she gasped, "You want a turn?"
>"Hell yes!" Applebloom pushed off of Brad, her pussy unwilling to let his cock go.
>Scootaloo pushed her aside and positioned herself, eager as he penetrated her.
>Brad grunted again but soon forgot about that as Sweetie came on his face.
"Please," he panted after she rolled off of him, "please stop this...I can't take much more of this."
>Brad's pleas went unheaded as Scootaloo kept thrusting down on him, Sweetie resting her pussy on his face.
>Scootaloo kept riding him, pumping faster and faster.
>"Oh God yes!" Scootaloo wailed, slamming herself down as she came.
>Brad's crotched was freshly sprayed with cum.
>Brad, even after all that, hadn't came yet.
>There was still one more round. One last time the girls changed position.
>Applebloom sat snugly on Brad's face, Scootaloo embraced her, rubbing their nipples together as she ground. Sweetie was the last to sit on Brad's cock.
>She was incredibly shy, she inserted his cock very slowly, almost inperceptibly.
>Brad had never felt a pussy tighter than hers. Even when he fucked her at the prom she wasn't so small. Maybe it was the change in circumstance.
>The orgy continued on and on until Brad felt a fresh sensation. His orgasm was approaching.
>Brad began to convulse as his bottled up cum was about to be released.
>Scootaloo noticed and motioned towards Sweetie.
>"Wait! Stop!"
>Sweetie stalled on Brad's dick, leaving it inside her as she waited for Scootaloo's command.
 
>"Get off of him," she said, "I'll handle this."
>Sweetie left his dick hanging in the air, completely erect and flaring violently.
>Scootaloo lunged towards his cock, licking up and down the bottom of the shaft.
>Brad couldn't hold it back anymore; Morals be damned, he had to cum.
>Scootaloo sucked on the tip as he was finally allowed release.
>Applebloom and Sweetie watched in awe as Scootaloo titled Brad's cock towards his face, thick strands of ejacualte shooting in Brad's face.
>Brad was too stunned to care that she was drenching him in his own cum.
>Brad came violently, an uninterrupted orgasm lasting 15 seconds.
>He breathed deeply as the three girls looked at each other.
>"What now, Scoots?" Applebloom asked, "Is it over?"
>"Technically yes," she said, "but now we gotta clean him."
>Brad lay in post-orgasmic bliss as the girls traced their tongues across his body, greedily licking off all traces of cum, female or otherwise.
>"I think we can let him out now," Sweetie said as they untied his bonds.
>Brad curled into the fetal position on the old mattress.
"Please..." he said, "Just leave me alone..."
>The girls nodded, tossing his his clothes while putting theirs back on.
>They slowly left the room, but Sweetie Belle stayed behind.
>She ran up to Brad and gave him a kiss.
>"Sorry," she said, "It was Scoots's idea...Thanks for making me happy." She gave Brad a tight hug and she scampered out the door.
 
>Brad sat in solemn silence for hours.
>He had just been raped by three young girls.
>He, who had forced many women into sex in the past two weeks, had himself been forced to fuck.
>To make matters worse, they were children.
>If he reported the rape, two things would happen.
>Socially, he would be laughed at everywhere he went.
>Legally, it would be statutory rape of three minors.
>He lay in the bed, nude and curled, when his phone rang in his pants.
>It was Twilight. He answered the phone.
"Hello?"
>"Hey!" she answered cheerily, "We're coming home now, AJ will take Sweetie and Applebloom home. Did you have fun?"
>Brad thought about his answer carefully.
"Yeah..." he said, "Totally...we played all sorts of games..."
>"Glad to hear!" she said, oblivious to Brad's tone, "You can drive home when you see AJ's SUV."
"Good," Brad couldn't wait to be out of that hellhole.
>"Bye!"
"Bye." Brad hung up the phone and got dressed.
>He walked downstairs, the girls staring up at him.
>They sat quietly together, a pregnant, awkward silence.
>When Brad saw AJ pull up, he made his way to the ccar without saying a word.
>He could have sworn he saw Sweetie mouth the word "Sorry" before passing by.
>He went to his car when Twilight came running up to his window.
>"Hey!" she said, kissing him on the cheek.
>"Eyuch!" she said, "What did you eat?"
"Red meat," Brad joked, "I gotta get home, Twi. I'll see you tomorrow."
>"Wait! I have to tell you the news!"
"And what would that be?"
>"Shimmer's back from the hospital!" Brad's eyes lit up.
"And?"
>"She's pregnant!"
 
 
END OF PART 7