>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.