>”We’re REALLY sorry Anon!” Diamond Tiara cries
 
>You are Anon
>And you just had two adorable fillies apologize to you
>Why were they apologizing?
>Well ever since you arrived in Equestria, they've done nothing but act (mildly) cunty towards you
>Nothing too major overall, just childish insults
>Like making fun of your lack of a cutie mark and your bald head
>Honestly, it was more adorable than hurtful, and none of it really got to you
>Most of the time, you just smiled at the two of ‘em and willed them a nice day
>Others you'd wrap them in a large hug, much to their viable dismay
>They would squirm in your arms for a minute or two, and they would grunt or complain every now and again, until they would succumb to your ultimate weapon
>Bellyrubs
>No pony could struggle against you while you were giving their stomachs some much-needed love, and the fillies were no exception
>You figured they still taunted you because of the attention they got from it
>And in all honesty, you probably shouldn't have encouraged the behavior, but the tiny duo were just too precious to not mess with
>However, an apology was a very unexpected, yet welcome surprise
>In fact they almost looked like they were about to cry delivering it
>”We've been real jerks to you ever since you got here,” Silver Spoon interjected. “and you haven’t deserved any of it. You’ve always been so nice to us, and we’ve done nothing but make your life miserable. Please forgive us Mr. Anon! We’ll never bother you again, honest!”
>You fail to stifle an audible chuckle, which makes the grey filly gaze at you curiously
>With a toothy grin, you bend down to her level, and lightly scratch the outside of her ear
>She bites her lip while giggling, which prompts you to slowly withdraw your hand
“There's no need to apologize girls,” you explain. “I never took any of it to heart. Quite the contrary in fact. Usually the highlight of my day is the time I get to spend time with you two.”
>As the confusion on their faces grows, the smile on yours continues to swell
>”But… we called you shiny!” Tiara cries
“‘Bald is beautiful’, as I always say!”
>”But we called you blank flank!” Spoons whines
“Kinda hard to get something tattooed on your flank something when you don’t have a flank to begin with.”
>”But we always called you the ‘Jolly Green Giant!’” Diamond moans
“The better to cuddle small ponies like you!”
>With a playful roar, you scoop the two fillies up into your arms while they scream in mock terror
>As you start swinging them around, their cries of terror soon become cries of glee, as they allow you to continue
>When you finally stop, they both peer up at you with a sheen in their eyes
“Girls, trust me. I never took anything you two said to heart. In fact I enjoyed spending whatever time i did with the two of you. It was always fun to goof around with you two cute goofballs.”
>”...You think we’re cute?” Silver Spoon asks in amazement
“Of course! I think all of you ponies are adorable.”
>Content with their new large smiles, you set the two on the ground while they continue to happily stare at you
“I do appreciate the apology though, it means a lot to me. Although I’m kind of wondering what brought on this change of heart.”
>For a moment the two say nothing, Instead, they opt to shuffle nervously around in place
>”Well…” Diamond begins. “We kind of… well I kind of realized how much of a jerk I was being to everyone. Thanks to the Applebloom and her friends. So, I figured we’d apologize to the person we’ve wronged the most.”
“Well ain’t that mature of ya! Apology accepted girls. And don’t worry, there’s no hard feelings between us.”
>You give Tiara a quick pat on the head, before turning to leave
“Alright girls, it was nice talking to you, but I’ve got some stuff I’ve got to attend to. I’ll see ya around!”
>Right as you start to walk away, the two fillies suddenly grab ahold of your pant leg, and nearly trip you as you unwittingly go to take another step
>”Wait Anon!” Spoon cries. “You can’t leave just yet! We’ve got a gift we want to give you to repay you for all the trouble we’ve caused.”
“Aw, girls. You didn’t have to do anything for me. Look, how about you two go grab it, and give it to me when I’ve ran all my errands?”
>”Common Anon, can’t you put off your stuff for a half-hour or so?”
“A half hour? I don’t know Spoon, I’ve got a lot of things I need to tackle today…”
>”Oh.... Okay Anon, we understand…”
>As her lower lip begins to tremble, a wave of guilt washes over you, which you dismiss with a sigh
“Alright alright, how about I meet you two halfway? Let me go pick up some soil for Granny Smith, then I’ll see what you two got me. How’s that sound?”
>The gray mare dramatically lifts her glasses up to wipe away a fake tear, and you start to wonder just how you let yourself get roped into these things
>”Okay…”
>”So when do you think you’ll be done Anon?” Tiara suddenly interjects
“Well, I still have to go grab the soil, then I gotta carry it to the Apple Farm in a wheelbarrow, so all in all, it’ll probably end up takin’ me a couple of hours.”
>”That’s kind of a long time Anon… but I suppose we can make it work. Meet us at my place when you’re done, and we’ll give you your gift.”
“Sounds like a plan. I’ll see y’all when I get done. Take care girls.”
>With a small grunt of effort, you manage to dump the sack of the specialized soil onto the ever-growing pile
>Right as you wipe a stray bead of sweat from your forehead, the eldest Apple walks up behind you, and pats you on the back
>”Mighty fine work there Anon,” she declares. “Thanks fer the help.”
“No problem Ms. Smith,” you say
>”Now don’t you start that up again. If ah’ve told ya once, I’ve told ya a thousand times, call me ‘Granny’. Everyone of the Apples does. Ah don’t know why yew don’t.”
“Sorry… Granny. Just ‘a force of habit I suppose.”
>”So yew’ve told me,” she says with a small sigh. “Jus’ so yew know Anon, we’ll always consider you Apple Kin here if you never find yer way back home. Ah hope you know that.”
>As she puts a hoof on your arm comfortingly, which you then cover with your hand
“I know… Granny. And I appreciate that. I just… need a little time to adjust to bein’ her, ya know? I’ve got a whole, new life ahead of me, but I can still remember the old one pretty vividly.”
>You look down at the aging mare after a few moments of stone-cold silence, and notice her muzzle is ever so slightly wrinkled in concentration
>”Ah suppose I understand where yer comin’ from Anon. Although ah can’t say ah can relate all that much. Although’ if there’s anythin’ you need, anythin’ at all, just come to us, and we’ll see to it that you get it.”
“Thanks Ms… Granny. I think I’ll be fine for now. Although, would you mind if I took an hour off today? There’s something I promised I’d take care of, and-”
>”Absolutely deary. In fact, why don’t you take the rest of the day off? You’ve earned it.”
“The rest of the day? Oh Granny, I couldn’t do that to you lot! The fence still needs repaired, the harvest still needs to be sorted, this mound here still needs to be moved to the-”
>”Oh quit worryin’ about what needs to be done for once Anon! We can take care of all of this tomorrow if we have to. But as for today, what you need to focus on is relaxin’ for a little bit. Go run your errand, and then do whatever ye want fer the rest of the day.”
“...What if I want to come back here and work on what needs to be done?”
>”Anythin’ but that Anon. I don’t want to see hide nor hair of ye back here fer the rest of the day!”
>You sigh in somewhat earnest resentment, and hug the elder pony tightly
“Thanks, Granny. I really appreciate what you and your family have done for me thus far.”
>”Our family Anon. And yer welcome.”
>The more she pushed the fact that you were a part of the family on you, the more the fact began to annoy you
>But it also filled you with a sense of belonging, and satisfaction
“Yeah,” you begin contently. “Our family.”
>Granny then suddenly breaks the embrace, and smugly stares into your eyes
>”Now skedaddle fer the day! An’ don’t let me catch you around here again, cause if ye do, ah’m gonna get he ladle on ye!”
>You can’t help but chuckle at Granny’s threat
“I got’chya, I got’chya. You won’t see me for the rest of the day.”
>”Good. Now get.”
“Goin’,” you respond as you turn to leave. “See ya letter Granny.”
>”See ya Anon! Remember, supper’s at seven o’clock sharp tonight! Don’t you dare show up late, otherwise, yer not gettin’ any!”
“Got’chya. Cornbread and beans?”
>”Cornbread and beans!”
“Sounds good! See ya at seven!”
>You take a moment to admire the sheer size of the apple orchard before you head off to town
>Seeing as you weren’t in too much of a rush, you dally around on your travel, and take some time to observe nature around you
>One of the prime advantages of working on a farm was living near the countryside, which you had always found stunning
>Right as you started to slip into fond recollections of the times you’ve lost yourself in the woods, the reason you were heading into town in the first place suddenly edges itself into the forefront of your mind
>With a little more haste, you make it back to Ponyville in record time, and immediately head for the Rich’s house
>Compared to the rest of the town, the estate is quite lavish; speaking strictly about the exterior, and the house itself nearly touched the clouds above it
>After knocking on the door a few times, Tiara comes to answer it, and you can tell the house in nearly pitch-black on the inside
>”Oh hi Anon!” she greets. “Come on in!”
>As the door shuts behind you, you realize that the interior was even darker than you had thought
>That observation doesn’t stick with you for too long though, seeing as Tiara then suddenly grabs your hand
>”You arrived just in time!” she exclaims as she begins to drag you along. “Spoon and I just got finished prepping your gift!”
>You couldn’t really tell in the darkness, but it looked like the girl was wearing some sort of lacy dress
>After dragging you up the stairs, and down a few hallways, she finally comes to a stop near one of the house’s many doors, and quickly creaked it open
>”GIve us a second to make sure everything is perfect before you come in. We’ll call for you when we’re ready!”
>She then closes the door with a loud slam, and leaves you there alone to do nothing but twiddle your thumbs
>As you slowly sink to the floor, you can’t help but feel like you’re walking into some huge trap
>And despite your trust in the girls, you can’t help but feel like they were concocting some big plan to screw you over behind that door
>Dozens of minutes seem to come and go as you rest upon the soft carpet, but eventually, the door does open yet again
>”Come in Anon,” Spoons says with an airy tone. “We’re ready for you!”
>You take far longer than needed to rise to your feet, and slowly head inside the room
>The second you’re clear of the doorway, the large object noisily closes behind you
>You hear as Silver Spoon locks the door shut, and watch as she confidently strides in front of you
>Even in the dim red light of the room, you could tell the two were wearing frill-heavy dresses, alongside black stockings and heavy makeup
>With rose-colored lips, the two smirk up at you, before Tiara jumps into your chest
>As her weight overtakes you, you fall to the ground in shock, and feel your head collide with the door behind you
>As the pain subsides, and the stars begin to fade, you notice Tiara is standing right in front of your face, while Silver Spoon tries to unfasten your pants
“Girls…” you begin groggily. “What on Earth are you doing?”
>”We’re giving you your ‘special gift’!” Silver exclaims excitedly
>”We’ve seen how you look at my mom when she’s all dolled up and is strolling around town!” Tiara says excitedly. “So we figured this would be the best way to repay you for what we’ve done!”
>Silver finally manages to loosen your belt, and cries out in joy as she undoes your button
>She then slowly unzips your fly, and gasps loudly as your member frees itself from the confines of your pants
>You try, and fail to stand to your feet, and then work on suppressing a headache that was brought about from your efforts
“Girls… no…” you exclaim as angrily as you can. “This isn’t right! You two are way too young to be doing this kind of thing!”
>”Shhh, hush now Anon,” Tiara states as she licks her lips. “Just let us do our thing, and make you feel good.”
>She then suddenly presses her lips into yours, which takes you by surprise at first
>You try to fight against her amateurish efforts, but Silver’s sudden attack of your member with her tongue quells any protests you might’ve had
>By no means where either of them good at what they were doing, in fact Spoon was lapping at your shaft like a dog would
>But the grey filly’s sudden focus on your lower head made you feel far too good to care
>Still though, an urge to stop this entire thing still lingered in the back of your mind, and it made itself known as you suddenly grunt in protest
>”Ooh!” Tiara cries, breaking the kiss. “You hear that Spoon? You’re doing a real good job so far! He’s even moaning, and we’ve just begun!”
“That wasn’t a moan…” you state through clenched teeth. “That was a gru-AH!”
>The filly down south had suddenly silenced you by swallowing your dick whole, and was now bobbing her head in a very clumsy fashion
>”Oh common Anon!” the mare in front of you exclaims. “You don’t have to lie to us! Trust us, what we do here isn’t going beyond this room.”
“I’m not worried about getting caught… I’m worried that what you two are doing is wrong, and we shouldn’t be doing this…”
>Silver then suddenly pulls off your shaft with a loud popping sound, and begins stroking it with her soft, nylon-clad hooves
>”If that’s the case,” she begins playfully. “Then why haven’t you stopped us yet?”
“Because I’m still reeling from being knocked onto my rear, and I’m tryin’ to get my head to stop spinnin’...”
>”Right, sure,” she says with another lick
>”Like I said Anon, you don’t have to lie to us,” Tiara says, as she goes for your neck
>You stupidly turn your head away in response, which only gives her better access to the long extremity
>”We promise that we’ll never talk about this little incident ever again. Your secret’s safe with us.”
>You opt to say nothing this time around, but nether of the fillies really seem to care a whole lot
>The entire thing begins to grow tedious, however, as Silver continues to robotically lick your shaft, leading to your overall boredom
>For a moment, you contemplate giving her some tips on what she should do, but then you realize that’d only be playing into the cruel little game they were playing
>However, the longer you remained unsatisfied, the more you started to justify giving her some help
“...Silver Spoon?”
>”Yes Anon?”
>You let her lick the phallic object a few times more before you finish your statement
“...Try taking long swipes when you’re trying to blow me.”
>”Really? But… why would I do that instead of just doing it repeatedly to keep the pleasure up?”
“Trust me, it’ll work much better.”
>You notice she briefly shrugs her shoulders, before she puts your advice into action
>As she slowly makes her way up your shaft, you groan loudly in pleasure, which makes Silver moan a little herself
“Alright, now that you’ve done that, take on my full length again.”
>”What does that mean?”
“It means put my entire penis in your mouth…”
>”Oh…”
>She follows your advice yet again, swallowing your entire length in one quick motion
>You should’ve told her to go slower when she did it, but you figure it's a bit too late to be making that adjustment
>One thing you could adjust, however, was he incredibly brusque pace
>She had begun moving her head just enough to give the lower portion of your member a lot of pleasure while leaving everything else metaphorically dry
“Spoon, stop,” you command
>She ceases her movement as she looks up at you expectantly, but she doesn't remove your member from her mouth
“Move up to the very tip of my penis,” you instruct. “From there, focus exclusively on the first couple o’ inches for a bit.”
>A wave of pleasure rolls through your body as she withdraws her head, followed by another as she focuses on yours
>She's still moving far too fast though
“Slow down a little…”
>She obliges, making you close your eyes contentedly
>Your relaxation doesn't last too long, as Tiara suddenly locks lips with you yet again, prompting you to put a hand to her check
>You then pry her lips, and evenetbaully her teeth open with your tongue, and smoothly slip it into her mouth
>As you start exploring the hole, she squeaks loudly, but doesn't offer much resistance
>You then suddenly feel the urge to reach around to the filly’s behind, and shove your fingers into her sex, but you quickly push the idea aside
>However, as the guilt of your thoughts begin to fade, a fresh wave suddenly steamrolls you finally realize just what exactly you were doing
>The revelation alone made you queasy to your stomach, but the thought of the Apple’s reactions if they were to find you tore your heart to shreds
>You could practically see Granny screaming in disbelief and rage, lil’ Bloom’s sobbing and wailing, and Applejack’s silent wrath and subdued disappointment as each of them would take turns scolding you for your actions
>But the worst of all, was how you thought Big Mac would look at you from then on out
>Your soul aches as you picture his once-proud eyes turn hollow and distant, and even a bit hateful as they glanced upon you
>And the worst part about all of this, is that they would never forgive you if they found out
>It’s not like they would though, seeing as you trusted Spoon and Tiara enough to not rat you out to anyone, just like they promised
>But that still didn’t change the fact that what you were doing was wrong
>You break your kiss with Tiara, and once again try to stand to your feet, this time with much more success without the handicap of a throbbing headache, before Tiara forces you back to the ground with the entirety of her weight
>”Where do you think you’re going Anon?” she comments
“Tiara, please let me go,” you beg. “This is wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
>”Why is it wrong Anon? We’ve got our Cutie Marks! We can legally get jobs anytime we wanted to! We’re essentially adults right now.”
“‘Essentially’ is not the same as, ‘is’, Tiara.”
>She rolls her eyes in turn, and plants a quick kiss on your lips
”Oh pish posh. Technicalities Anon, that’s all those are! Besides, doesn’t what Spoon is doing right now feel good?”
>You don’t answer, which Tiara correctly interprets as you saying “yes”
>”That’s what I thought. And isn’t that all that really matters here? Feeling good?”
“No, but right now that’s one technicality I can ignore.”
>”Then ignore it Anon! Ignore it, and let us do our thing.”
>Despite the growing resentment that you felt deep within, you knew you couldn’t fight this battle without hurting one of the two fillies, and you knew that if you tried to stand up again, you were only going to be forced back onto the hard floor yet again
>Every scenario seemed like a losing one, so you decide your best bet was just to let this one ride out, and hope that when they were done with you, they’d let you go
“Alright Spoon, now would be a good time to start focusing on my entire member. Go quick though, I want to finish this up quickly.”
>In a blatant defiance of your wishes, she slowly slides your shaft down into her throat, before she withdraws her head at the same pace
>The amount of pleasure you were experiencing at the moment was incredible, but it wasn’t the reason you let out a loud groan
>She continued to torment you at a slower pace for a few minutes longer, before she finally decided to speed up her technique qutie noticeably
>This time around, you do groan in pleasure, and you can’t stop yourself as you reach out an arm to place on her head
>As she nears the end of your shaft, you give her a slight pull forward to swallow more of it, before you lightly shove her away to complete her cycle
>She offers no protest towards your added help, and not even you grabbing onto her mane can discourage her from continuing
>After many more grueling minutes of being amateurishly blown, you finally feel your climax begin to build, and let go of Silver’s mane
“Alright Spoon, we’re reaching the end, so give me all you got.”
>She then begins bobbing her head as fast as she can, which does a fantastic job at driving you even closer to the edge
>Finally, after another half of a minute of stimulation, you unload into Silver’s mouth, who pulls off your dick with an “eep” the second your first rope of cum hits her tongue
>Several more strands of your thick love splatter across her muzzle and closed eye, which makes her whimper
>The sight of her covered in your hot spunk makes your dick twinge yet again, but luckily nothing comes out of it this time
>When the adrenaline stops pumping, you make your third attempt to stand up, only to have Diamond Tiara bounce you to the floor yet again
>”And just where do you think you’re going?” the spoiled filly asks slyly. “We’re just getting started.”
“Are you serious?!” you cry. “I already came for you two, what more do you want from me?”
>The child then leans in for another kiss, but you turn your head to the left, forcing her to merely peck you on your cheek
“We want to have sex with you silly!” she answers with a giggle
>With that, any second thoughts you had about hurting the two of them suddenly dissipated, as you briskly rise to your feet
>Spoon, who had started observing a sample of your white liquid in her hoof, suddenly falls off of your lap with a yelp, and looks up at you maliciously
>Tiara soon joins her, having taken a bit of a rougher fall, and mirrors her friend’s expression
“Girls, no,” you state. “I don’t want this. I never wanted this. Please, just let me go, and we’ll forget any of this ever happened, okay?”
>Tiara’s scowl then turns thoughtful, which then turns into a coy smile
>”Okay Anon. We’ll let you go. After you’ve banged us both.”
“Girls, what did I jus-”
>”Either you do us Anon, or we’ll tell our daddies that you molested us.”
>The chill that slowly creaked up your spine killed completely silenced you, making it so the only thing you can do is stand there and stare at the two mares in desperation
“Y-y’all  wouldn’t dare…” you stammer
>Tiara responds by chuckling as she steps forward, and paws at your flaccid member to tease you
>”Oh but we will Anon. Trust us. They won’t doubt us either, seeing as you’ve given us quite a bit of evidence to work with.”
>You don’t even have to follow her gesture to know what she’s referring to, but a sick curiosity overtakes you, and you cast a quick glance at the spunk-glazed pony
>What was once an incredibly errotic visual had been turned into a source of shame, and embarrassment for you
>”But, we’re willing to make you an offer. You screw the both of us, and Silver Spoon over here will go to my bathroom, and take a quick shower. How’s that sound?”
>After you re-zip your fly to stop your molestation, you sink to the floor in your own accord, and begin thinking of ways you could get around this
>Unfortunately, no simplistic ideas immediately came to mind
>Right as you were about to give up all hope, a counter-offer suddenly popped into your mind
“Girls, you know how much I resent this,” you begin slowly. “And I hate the fact that you’ve put me in a bind like this. But, if it’s okay with the two of you, I’d like to do something different.”
>”And what would that be Anon?” Spoon asked
>You sigh aloud, and find that you are unable to look at the girls as doing so made you feel incredibly unclean
“How about instead of having sex… I finger you two instead?”
>Spoon’s ears instantly stand at full attention at your request, but Tiara holds firm
>”Why would you want to do that Anon?” she asks skeptically. “What’ll you get from pleasuring us?”
“I mean… not everything in sex is about personal gratification Tiara. Sometimes, satisfying your partner is more than enough to pleasure yourself.”
>”I’m still not sure Anon. We are doing this for your pleasure, and your pleasure alone.”
“If that were true, you would’ve let me go when I asked you the first time,” you growl
>”Oh please Anon, don’t act like you aren’t having a good time. But anyway, I think you’d enjoy it a lot more we just went with vanilla sex.”
“Tiara, I’ve been telling you for the past ten minutes that I wasn’t enjoying what you two were doing. But please, if you want this to end on a high note for me, grant me this one request, and let me ride this one out without any penetration.”
>The spoiled filly continues to contemplate your offer for a few moments longer, before she shrugs her shoulders. and hops up on the bed
>”Alright. I guess you can end this tamely,” she dullfully comments
>You watch in silent content, as her best friend hops up onto the bed, and lifts her tail to reveal her goods to you
“T-thank you,” you say shamefully breathlessly, and you take your spot behind the two
>You start off by rubbing both of their backs for a few moments, before you allow your hands to trail to their awaiting sexes
>Tiara shoves her own tail into the air, flicking your nose with it in the process, as your hand grazes her flank; giving you a clear view of her already-wet pussy
>You glance back and forth between the two for a few moments as you try to decide which one is better looking overall
>You then immediately feel guilt over analysing the two young girl’s private parts in the first place
>As you begin tracing the outside of the two fleshy holes, both of your filly partners’s breaking becomes noticeably quicker, and their bodies begin to tense up slightly
>Seeing as your tongue was already hanging from your mouth, you press your fingers into the muscle for a moment to collect some of your spit, and place them both on the girl’s outside folds
>Trying desperately to forget that you were finger-banging two children, you continue stimulating their uttermost outside for a few moments longer, before you stick both of your thumbs out, and begin stimulating their clits
>After you rest them upon the girl’s tiny pleasure buttons, you slowly, but roughly drag them to the top of the extra hole, before you quickly slide them back down again
>A miniscule amount of marecum had begun dripping out of the two’s winking clits, which made for a fantastic lubricant as you continued your rubbing
>For a moment, you consider burying your face deep into sweet, tender-looking box, but you quickly force the thoughts out from your mind
>Soon enough, the two fillies on the bed started moaning and stuttering alongside their already ragged breathing, which encourages you to continue with your technique
>However, all good sex needs to have some variety in it, so once you had become satisfied with the amount of marecum you had made their poor ladies drain from their bodies, you stick out two fingers to prepare for index penetration
>Before you fully push into the two, you decide to give them a bit of a stress test by gently prodding the first or so inches with your fingers
>Unluckily for you however, the girls were just loose enough to allow your fingers full access to that aspect of her bodies
>You start off quite slowly, making sure some of their marecum that you had already collected adequately lined the walls of her lady-bits, before you decide to grow a little bravery
>With about three-fourths of your index and ring fingers inside of them, the duo on the bed can’t stop themselves from gasping loudly as you continued to penetrate the two of them
>Soon enough, the sound of your fingering turned from a small slapping noise, to a much grander ‘shlooping’ as the duo's pleasure began flowing out of their clits
>The stuff was incredibly sticky, and had the foulest odor you'd ever smelled, but anything to get you out of having to bang the two would have to do for now
>You felt like hurling as more of the liquid splashed onto your arm, but at the same time the scent wafting off of it was surprisingly inciting
>Soon you realized that you were growing hard yet again, and had gotten more invested in your pleasuring acts
>Horror at the prospect immediately flashes through you, but it soon dissipates as another whiff of the scent now floating lazily around the room hits you
>Despite your best efforts, you cannot fight back your growing arousal, and before long, you find yourself somewhat wishing to plow into the two fillies
>Not wanting to give into temptation, you extend a second finger on both hands, and shove the two together as deep as you can into their caves
>The two’s screams pierce your ears with their shrillness, but luckily for you, your action seemed to make the duo reach a unified climax
>As a large torrent of marecum splatters against your forearm, which makes you yelp in surprise as you hastily leap onto the bed
>Thankfully, not a single drop got on any other part of you, or your clothes
>Most of it just winds up in a puddle that’s clearly visible on the carpet
>You cringe as you start wondering just how exactly the pair was going to explain that
>”That was amazing!” you hear Tiara cry
>After nearly falling off the bed from fright, you turn to the filly, and are shocked to see neither her nor her friend are tired in the slightest
>Instead, the two of them were staring at you, with lust still fresh in their eyes
>”Let’s do that again!” you hear Spoon cry
“Hang on a second! I agreed to fingering, nothing else. I don’t care if you tell your parents what I did, there’s no way I’m doing anything else to the two of you.”
>After sharing a very disapproving look, the two shrug in unison, and Tiara heads for the door
>”I suppose then, if that’s all we’re going to get from you, you can leave.”
>She then unlocks the door, and you head out of the room the second it swings open
“Where’s the bathroom?” you ask, eager to wash the marecum off your arms
>After getting a quick point in the right direction, you head for the washroom, and turn the sink on
>You scrub the entirety of both arms for a solid two minutes apiece, before you feel clean enough to towel off
>As you head for the door and place your hand upon its knob, Tiara’s voice stops you
>”Leaving already Anon?" she asks you
"Yeah. I've... got some things I need to do back on the farm."
>"Can't you stay for just a little longer?"
"No, I don't think I can honestly. You know granny, she's getting up in her years, and needs more help around the farm."
>”Okay… if you really don’t think you can stay away any longer. I guess I’ll see you around, cutie.”
>For a moment, your heart dies in your chest, as a sudden wave of fresh guilt steamrolls you
>You say nothing as you head out the door, and head for the most secluded part of town you know: the cellar behind Old Man Hickory's house
>The moment the darkness of the room surrounds you, you begin wallowing in your own self-loathing and pity
>After about thirty minutes of manly convulsing and weeping, you head out of the cellar, and back into Ponyville
>As you pass Filthy Rich on your way to Sugar Cube corner, your heart suddenly begins pounding against your skeletal frame, but it soon quiets down as the rich stallion passes you by without a word
>For the rest of the day you fiddle about town, doing some light window shopping, visiting a few friends, watching some kids play at a park
>...
>You feel so dirty as you watch the various colts and fillies run around the place, climbing ladders, sliding down slides, talking through the "telephone", all innocent fun, and your intentions in watching them were pure
>But for whatever reason, you felt like you were looking at them sexually, like you should never be trusted around children again
>You nearly burst into tears again, as you realize you will never be the same around minors of any age after what you had to go through
>As the guilt of your falsified sins consume you, you turn away from the children in shame, and head back into town with your head down
>Luckily for you, the sun was nearly ready to fall asleep for the night, which gave you the perfect excuse to head back to the farm
>About halfway there though, a small filly notices your plight, and lightly tugs at the hem of your pants
>"Mister, are you alright?" she asks. "Why do you look so sad?"
>You look down at her sadly, and immediately feel the need to look back up again the moment you glance into her maroon hair
"Because I made a mistake kid," you say as you focus on the building in front of you
>You don't give her any time to respond to your comment, as you pull your leg out of grasp, and continue on your way home
>A sudden feeling of exhaustion overwhelms you the second you step over the property line, making you all the more eager to call it an early night
>However, the second you open the door to the house, Apple Bloom flings herself into your arms, and begins attacking you with hugs
>”Hey Ahnon!” she greets. “Glad to see yer back! How was yer day?”
“F-fine…” you lie, as you try to smile warmly at your sister
>It then hits you that you were going to have to live with your actions for the next twelve years while Apple Bloom grew up
>As you start to ponder on the ways this would hinder you in the future, you feel the tiny filly begin to slip out of your grasp, so you instinctively place an arm underneath her rump
>You immediately realize where your extremity is resting, and quickly put Apple Bloom down while she starts telling you about her day
>”Oh, that reminds me,” she says after a little bit. “Ah was helpin’ mah teacher lift some boxes today, and I’m feeling pretty sore back there. ‘Mind givin’ me a hand, and giving me a quick rub back there? I would ask ‘sis or Big Mac, but hands are a lot better than hooves for this kind of thing.”
“S-sure,” you stutter, not actually wanting to do it
>She then plops down onto her back in front of you, giving you a nice view of her cute stomach
>If this had been any other day, you’d have attacked that thing with a raspberry by now
>But unfortunately, you were feeling pretty guilty about looking at it in the first place, and try to avoid looking at her lower bits as she rolls onto her stomach
>You then place both hands near the center of her back, and begin gently rubbing the area around it
>As a few grunts and moans escape the tiny mare’s lips, you nearly bite through your lower lip, and try to control your sudden spike in breathing
>After several moments of telling yourself that there’s nothing weird about what you’re doing, your heart slows its pounding, and you move onto other areas of her back
>Each new area you explore coaxes a different moan out of the tiny mare, and each moan brings about a new feeling of uncleanness within you
>Several times you nearly walk away, but you manage to stay firm for your sister
>Finally, she arches her back some, and rises to her hooves before she looks back at you
>”Thanks Ahnon! I feel a lot better now!”
“N-no problem ‘Bloom,” you manage to stutter. “Anytime you need some help, I’m always here.”
>You regret those words the second you say them
>’Lil Bloom’s face suddenly falls to one of concern though, as she picks up on your obvious discomfort
>”Wha’s wrong Ahnon? Did ah do somethin’ wrong?”
“No, it’s… it’s nothing you did-”
>”Then wha’s wrong? You can tell me, ah won’t tell anyone else.”
>The filly then props herself up upon your leg as she stares at you sadly, making you even more uncomfortable
“I’d rather not talk about it kiddo,” you say, lightly pulling your leg away
>You can see the hurt in her eyes as she plops back onto her hooves, but unfortunately you have no clue how to comfort her
>Clearly, she did something wrong, and unless you somehow managed overcome your light phobia, there was nothing you could do to reassure her
>However, you knew you had to put her needs over yours seeing as she was your little sister, so you sink to your knees in front of her, and squeeze her into a quick hug
“Trust me sis,” you begin. “It’s nothin’ you did. I just… don’t want to talk about it because I know someone’s gonna get hurt if I do.”
>She hesitates for a moment before she puts a hoof onto your back, and pats it a few times
>”Alrigh’ Ahnon. Ah suppose ah understand. Ah won’t bug you about it anymore.”
>It hurts to watch her walk away, but there's nothing else you can really do to comfort her
>Dinner becomes quite the awkward affair, with you not really speaking to anyone
>”So Ahnon,” Applejack begins. “How was yer day off?”
“Fine.”
>”Anything exciting happen?”
“Not really,” you lie
>Your sister seems to buy it, but Big Mac seems awfully suspicious
>For the rest of the meal, he shoots you the odd accusatory look, which makes you feel even worse about yourself
>After you've washed your plate off after the meal, you head to your room with Big Mac following silently at a distance
>As you close the door behind you, you head over to the mirror, and pull your shirt up
>Several bruises had formed where Tiara had jumped onto your chest, and you still had a very painful headache lingering from when you bumped your head
>Suddenly, you hear a knock on your door, and you let your shirt fall back down
“It’s open,” you call
>As the door swings open, you look over your shoulder to see Big Mac standing in the door frame while staring at you solemnly
>”Hey Anon,” he says. “How’s it goin’?”
“Not bad,” you fib
>”Doesn’t seem that way to me. Got sometin’ on yer mind?”
“A lot actually.”
>”Care to share some with yer bro?”
>You can’t help but grit your teeth in frustration, torn between wanting to tell your brother about what happened, and not wanting Diamond Tiara or Spoon to get hurt
“Let’s just say…” you begin hesitantly. “That I’ll never be able to look at kids the same way again.”
>”What did y’all do?” he retorts, sounding much more hostile
“It’s not what I did.”
>”...Anon.. what exactly happened to y’all?”
>As your head begins to quiver while it lowers, Big Mac somewhat understands your plight, and steps forward to comfort you
>”...Y’all don’t mean-”
“I could’ve stopped them Mac,” you say hollowly. “I could’ve stopped them from… doin’ it. But I didn’t. I was too afraid of hurting them to stop it, and I was too afraid of what they’d do if I tried to stop it.”
>”Who did it?”
“I don’t want to say who. I don’t want them to get in trouble… plus the law will probably take their side above mine anyways.”
>”What all did they… ‘do’ to you?”
“One of ‘em blew me. Then they told me they were gonna make me have sex with them.”
>”D-did you-”
“No. I managed to talk them down to something… less severe.”
>”Which was…?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
>”Tha’s fine.”
“What’s worse is I couldn’t do anything about it. I accidently… you know… all over one of their faces, and the other one threatened to show her dad. I felt so helpless… so powerless. I was begging them to stop throughout the entire thing, but they didn’t listen. They insisted that they were doing it for my benefit…”
>You can’t bring yourself to say anymore, but the stallion understands
>”It’s not yer fault Anon,” he declares as he puts a hoof on your shoulder. “It’s their fault fer takin’ advantage of ya. Now ah want ya to know, this is gonna stay between the two of us. No one has to know if you don’t want them to. Ah get it, it’s embarrassing, it’s humiliating, and it’s depressing to go through somethin’ like that. But jus’ so you know, ah don’t think any less of ya fer it, and neither will anyone else in this household.”
>You feel a few tears run out of your eye, and hurriedly wipe them away
“They were just kids Mac,” you stutter. “Two fillies overpowered me, dropped me to the ground, and had their way with me… do you know how that feels? Do you know how worthless I feel right now?”
>”...Ah… ah honestly can’t say that ah do Ahnon. But yer no less of a man because two brats got the best of ya. Ya did what you thought was best in that situation, and no one will blame ya fer it.”
“Thanks Mac…” you say with a sniff
>”Don’ mention it. Now then, first order of business is getting you to the doctor. No tellin’ what those two were caryin’ no matter how old they are.”
“My head’s also hurtin like nothin’ else. Might want to see if I got a concussion.”
>”Ya hit yer head on somthin’?”
“Their door. Few times as a matter of fact.”
>”Mhm. Yeah, that’s somethin’ we need to look into. Also, fer the record, ya aren’t... attracted to fillies at all, are ya?”
“No, not at all.”
>”Good, good. Ah mean, ah didn’t think you were, ah was just-”
“No, you’re fine Big Mac. I get it, you’re just looking out for your sister.”
>”Our sister.”
“Heh. Yeah. Although after today, I don’t know if I can look at her properly. I feel like a monster when I do.”
>The stallion digests your statement for a little bit, before he heads for the door frame, and sticks his head out into the hallway
>”Applebloom?” he calls. “Can you come here for a bit?”
>You knew exactly what he was doing
“Common Mac, don’t do this to me…”
>”We’re gonna beat this thing Ahnon. And ah know that gettin’ comfortable around fillies will help you do that. Ah know you won’t touch our sister, because ah’ll kill you if you do.”
>He looks back at you with a smile, but you can’t bring yourself to respond
>”That was a joke Ahnon. But anyway, you’ve got a solid head on your shoulders.Ah know you wouldn’t hurt her, and ah trust ya enough not to. Like it or not Ahnon, we’re family now, and families trust each other, amirite?”
“...Yeah, you are.”
>”Whut did ya want Big Mac?” you hear ‘Lil Bloom say as she steps into your door frame
>”Ah need you to spend some time with Ahnon here. He’ll feelin’ pretty low right now, and could use his little sister to cheer him up some.”
>”Oh, Okay!”
>He gives you a curt nod, and allows Applebloom to walk over to you while he leaves
>”Hi Ahnon! Feelin’ any better than before?”
“Honestly, I am a little bit.”
>”Oh good! Are y’all ready to talk about it yet?”
“Not really…”
>The small filly then hops atop your legs after you take a seat on the ground, which makes you quite uncomfortable
>It only becomes worse when she places her hooves upon the sore parts of your chest
>”Did that hurt Ahnon?” she asks when you grimace
“Yeah…”
>”Sorry.”
>After she takes her hooves off your chest, she sits down atop your legs, and looks up at you adorabily
>You can’t help but smile at the tiny filly’s display, as you affectionately run your hand through your mane
>Big Mac was right, you were going to overcome this
>And not just because you wanted to, but for the mare sitting on your lap, who had already lost far too much in her life
“So AppleBloom,” you begin. “Tell me about your week at school.”
>As she starts to prattle on, you have to look away to the wall to keep yourself calm, but your hand never ceases stroking her mane
>As night slowly creeps in, you’ve managed to wear the filly out, and she’s now fast asleep in your lap
>As silently, and as carefully as you can, you scoop the mare up in your hands, and carry her to her bedroom
>You hold her at arm’s length away, but touching her doesn’t bug you too much
>As you lay her down to bed and cover her with her sheets, Big Mac appears behind you, and pats you on the back
>”What did ah tell you Ahnon?” he says happily as the two of you step into the hallway. “Yer gonna overcome this.”
“Yeah, for her at least,” you admit. “It’s gonna take a while, but I’m gonna do it.”
>”Ah know you will. But uh, do you still wanna keep those filly’s names under wraps?”
“Yeah.. it’s probably something I’ll take to my grave. I’m sorry Big Mac, I jus’-”
>”Don’t explain it Ahnon, ah don’t need to know. But if y’all ever decide to come clean ah’ll fight tooth n’ nail to get you justice.”
“Thanks Mac.”
>”By the way, you’ve got a doctor’s appointment this Tuesday at two the afternoon, don’t forget it.”
“I won’t. Thanks again Big Mac, you’ve really helped me out a lot today. I’ll see you in the morning.”
>”Night Ahnon. Pleasant dreams.”
>As you slip underneath your covers, and stare out into the night, you wonder just how long it would take until you felt “normal” again
>It might take a few months, it might never happen
>But regardless of the final outcome, you knew you had to grow for Applebloom.
>And grow, was what you were gonna do