>… It did happen.
>Fluttershy just tried to rape you.
>Did she think she deserved some compensation for maybe saving your life? She does but that’s not the point.
>Or was Applejack right? Are you a fucking Warlock?
>It doesn’t sound nearly as stupid as it should under the current circumstances.
>You enter Ponyville. Surely you’re safe in public, right?
>Applejack’s letter comes to mind.
>’if I se you agen im going to fuck you right there I dont care if wer in the midle of ponyville’
>Applejack isn’t one for lying.
>Fuck! You needed…
>A friend! Yes! Someone who can cover your ass.
>Rainbow Dash? Nah, she’s in cahoots with Applejack.
>Pinkie Pie? How about once this legendary game of hide and seek is over?
>Rarity? … Yeah! Rarity is kind enough. Maybe she’ll help you out.
>You make your way to the Carousel Boutique.
>You catch the eyes of many mares on your way over.
>They have this lust for you as well? No. No, you’re an alien. They’re allowed to stare.
>You arrive at the Boutique quickly.
>You reach for the door knob.
>But you stop yourself.
>What if Rarity is the same way?
>She was all over your exposed body yesterday. She probably copped a few magical feels.
>Fuck this, you can’t fight against her if she tries anything. You can’t do a thing against magic.
>You are the worst Warlock, you can’t even use counter-magic.
>You abscond from the Boutique.
>You decide that your best bet for your pony-virginity’s survival is to board up your house and…
>You don’t know.
>But it’ll give you time to think.
>”Anon?” You hear from somewhere above.
>You look up, sure enough there’s a cyan hoof waving at you from the roof of a building.
>Oh boy, it’s Rainbow Dash.
>She flutters down to the ground at your side.
>”What’s up dude? Twilight finally let you go?”
“Uh, yeah. I got out a while ago.”
>”Cool, cool…” Okay, she wants something.
>”Soooooo, what happened between you and Applejack?”
>None of your god damn business.
“She... tried something she shouldn’t have tried.”
>Stop it, why are you telling her?
>”And that would be?”
“It’s… Hey, I gotta head on home. I’ll catch up with you some other time.”
>”Pfft, come on!” She flies into your path. “Something is eating you up!”
“It’s something I don’t really want to talk about.”
>”Look, bro,” She flutters to your side, putting a foreleg around your shoulders. “Why don’t we go over to your place and talk about over-“
“No!”
>You knew it! She wants you too!
>Being the shitty Warlock you are, you don’t teleport away. You just run.
>”Wait where are you going?!”
>Oh god she’s following you!
 
>She tries to block your path but she's not exactly wide.
>You easily maneuver around her.
>She speeds ahead of you again.
>You outmaneuver her again.
>She speeds ahead of you again.
>You actually bump into her this time but it doesn't slow you down much.
>This goes on until you get to your house.
>She flattens herself against the door to block your entry.
>"Anon, WHAT in Celestia is goinAAAH!"
>You pull her off the door. Her light Pegasus frame is no match against your wicked human muscles.
>You toss her into the air. She recovers instantly and darts at you.
>Too late, you're already inside.
>You close the door. Judging by the lack of a loud thump, she stopped herself before hitting the door.
>A series of knocks hits the door.
>"Anon, dude, get out here!"
"No! Go away!"
>Frightening words from a frightening Warl-okay you need to stop that. You're not a Warlock.
>"C'mon, I just want to help!"
"Rainbow Dash I just want to be left alone!"
>She goes silent for a minute.
>"Are you sure? I just want to help but..."
"Yes, just... please go."
>It takes a bit but you hear her fly away.
>You let out a sigh of relief.
>You don't know if she was trying anything but it's not worth risking.
>You close the curtains, lock the doors, and sit in the darkness because it's all moody and shit.
 
>Time passes slowly. Too. God. Damn. Slowly.
>There's occasionally a knock at your door.
>You got up for the first one but you heard Fluttershy's voice behind the door once you got closer.
>So you sat your ass right back down.
>The rest of your day consisted of moving from the couch, to the floor, and back.
>The night fell, shit. Have you really been sitting here for 5 or so hours?
>You eat some leftover cake from the party two nights ago and go to bed.
>No sun, no excuse to stay awake.
 
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>What was that?
>You heard a loud shattering noise from downstairs.
>What time is it? Doesn't matter, it's still dark.
>Did someone break into your house?
>You get off your bed.
>You look for something you can use as a weapon but there is absolutely nothing that you can do that with.
>Your fists will have to do.
>You tiptoe to the bedroom door.
>Slooooowly open it.
>And poke your head out.
>Yes, you can hear something stepping on the glass.
>You hear a yelp of pain.
>"Gah darnit, that smarts."
>Applejack.
>Your heart skips a beat.
>Two beats...
>Three beats...
>There it goes.
>But you wish it had stopped.
>You can hear hooves clop against the creaky steps.
>You close your door quickly and loudly without thinking.
>"Ya can't hide from me, Sugarcube."
 
>What to do, what to do?
>You were trapped.
>You could hear her getting closer.
>You could jump out the window.
>Nah, you're a pussy.
>Applejack is now on the other side of your door.
>You're panicking now. You're not even trying to be quiet. You're fucked, literally, and you know it.
>She gently opens the door. Why didn't you lock it?
>"Aww, look at 'chu, yer shiverin' like a pig in a snowstorm."
>You weren't really shivering, were you?
>Yeah, you're shivering.
>Don' worry," She saunters towards you. "Ah'll warm you up real good."
>Your protests are cut short with her hoof over your mouth.
>She's being gentle tonight.
>But you haven't physically resisted yet.
>She pushes you on the bed. So much for gentle.
>"Ah suggest you make this easy, fer the both of us, Anon."
>No.
>You roll off the bed before she can put her weight on you.
>You get up run for the door.
>Almost there...
>Nope, there's that familiar tugging sensation.
>Applejack has your shirt by the teeth.
>She tosses you back on to the bed.
>She doesn't give you time to try running again.
"Appleja-mmph" She stuffs a hoof over your mouth.
>"Uh-uh, ya lost yer right ta' speak. Makes it easier fer me ta'... What in the hay?"
>What? What is it?
>With her free hoof, she pokes a large bulge in your bedspread.
>FUCK, IT'S MOVING!
>Applejack is just as startled, it seems.
>It slowly pulls the blanket off itself.
>Once it does, a series of aromas hit you.
>Sweat, dirt, and...
>Cotton Candy?