The Apple of My Eye
You power walk home from downtown Ponyville as a little filly follows you, talking your ear off. Her little southern accent is cute, but goddamn, this filly NEVER shuts up.
She just keeps talking. And talking. And talking.
You examine her as she trots along. Still fucking talking.
Sighing to yourself, you say a polite 'Uh-huh' or 'Yeah, sure' at what seems like appropriate times. Her constant drone rings in your ears as you put one foot in front of the other.
But she just keeps talking.
That's it. Enough is enough.
"Apple Bloom," you say.
"Yeah?" she asks, turning her attention to you as she bounces along behind you, her ears perked and smile wide.
"I think I'm going to go home and go to bed. I've just had a crazy headache all day. How about we talk some other time?"
"Oh! That's okay! How about Ah help ya get some rest? Maybe I will get my Nap Time Helper cutie mark!?!?" she exclaims excitedly.
And loudly.
You groan. It was at least worth a shot. You head back to your home as the excited little filly follows you inside. Looking around outside, it looks like nobody saw you let her into the house.
Wait. Why did you think that?
Shut up, Brain. Last thing you need is for somepony to think that you are a filly-fooler, let alone a horse fucker.
Her constant chatter continues to amplify your headache. Heading to the sink, you grab some pony-strength aspirin.
One... Two... Fuck it.
You take four of them and down them with a glass of water.
There. That should help a bit.
"So how can I help you get some rest, Anon?" Apple Bloom says, lowering her voice and smiling widely. You turn slowly away from the sink and look at the young pony.
She so small... and warm. Hmmm.
Kinda like the perfect teddy bear...
God damn it, Anon. What are you thinking about!?!? Strictly platonic.
"Well. It's been kinda cold lately... wanna nap with me? We could keep each other warm," you answer.
Apple Bloom nods excitedly.
"Yeah! Sure, Anon! Whatever ya say!"
Her smile reaches from ear to ear as she scampers upstairs towards your bedroom, closing the door behind her.
Weird. You didn't tell her where your bedroom was.
Trying to shake off the sneaking suspicion of rape, you slowly ascend the stairs to your bedroom and sigh. Why did she close it? This can't end well. Opening the door, you step into the zone of nappy-naps.
As you examine the room, you notice Apple Bloom snuggled up under the covers, with her bow taken out, allowing her hair to freely lay across your bed. She casts you a look, biting her lip and smiles.
"Ready?" she asks lewdly.
Benefit of the doubt Anon. She's only....
Wait. How old IS Apple Bloom?
How old are ANY of the fucking Ponies?
There pretty much just seems to be Baby, Young, Teenager, Young Adult, Adult, and Old.
…
The point is that she shouldn't know about sex. This will be fine.
"Yeah, sure," you say.
You crawl under the covers and turn on your side, facing her.
"Sleep tight, Anon," she whispers.
"Night, Apple Bloom," you answer.
You close your eyes, but you feel nervous. Sleep isn't coming to you easily.
"Anon?" she asks softly.
"Yeah?" you answer quietly.
She doesn't reply right away. You sneak open an eyelid and she looks conflicted.
"What's up, Apple Bloom?"
"I-It's nothing. Never mind."
"You sure?" you ask.
She doesn't answer, but looks into your eyes with some form of desire. There is something she wants... you know it.
But, what?
"What's up Apple Bloom? What's on your mind."
Her lip trembles a little bit, but she breathes hard.
"Anon... Ah've been learning about something in school... and... Ah was wondering if..."
She slowly trails off.
"You can talk to me about it, Apple Bloom..." you say in a calm tone.
She smiles and her body becomes less tense, her tail swaying and ears perked.
"Ah was wondering... if you could teach me more about the birds and the bees..."
Apple Bloom looks up at you hope and expectation. And trust.
She just wants a father figure to help her through her questions. Goddamn she's cute.
"Of course I can. I am, of course, the expert." you say with a teasing voice.
The red haired filly smiles and giggles a little.
"Well uhm. Cheerilee showed some diagrams in class... but didn't really explain things very well... What do a stallion's parts look like?"
You shift on the bed uncomfortably.
"Apple Bloom... it's not exactly legal for me to show you. I could get in trouble if anyone found out-"
"Nopony will find out... Ah promise. Pleeeease Anon?" she pleads with you.
Some 80's porn jingle begins in your head as you realize that you must have seen this somewhere before.
Nope. Nope. Nopenopenope. She's a kid.
"Apple Bloom. No. I've got a wicked headache. I'm sorry, but I don't want to deal with this right now. Now let's get some rest."
She looks down and sighs.
"Alright, Anon."
You close your eyes again. A few moments pass with Apple Bloom tossing and turning in the bed. Then a light sensation is felt around your crotch. Instantly, you look down to the source of the disturbance. Apple Bloom's hooves are trying to undo your pants quietly and carefully.
"Appleboom!" you grunt.
She jumps, backing away from you.
"Ah-Ahm sorry Anon!" she says.
"Out."
"B-but-"
"No. Out. I'm done," you say.
She begins to tear up and puts out her bottom lip for the perfect sad puppy face.
Must. Not. Let. Cuteness. Win.
"You broke my personal boundary, even when I told you no. I'm going to tell your sister," you say.
Her eyes grow wide and she panics.
"N-no! Please! Don't tell AJ. Ah-ah'll do anything!"
You stare at her angrily. She smiles wider.
“Anything.”
You jump out of your bed and head towards your door.
"P-please Anon..." she yells after you, making your headache worse.
Turning to her, you prepare a lecture full of wisdom. However your mind is caught off guard by her young dripping mare cunt being waved at your face, as she presents herself on your bed. Your mouth opens, but the words won't come out.
Excalibur is ready to be unsheathed on command, Captain.
“Aaaanything.” she repeats, her voice breathy and shallow.
You shake your head and step out of the room. Just wait until AJ hears about this. She's going to certainly get a piece of your dick.
Erm. Mind.
Suddenly, as you head downstairs, you miss a step.
Time slows down as you head down the stairs face first. Your chin connects with a step and unhinges your jaw. Closing your eyes, you hope it ends soon. You feel the back of your head connect with another force and the falling stops as everything goes black.
The house is pitch dark when you wake up and a constant ringing fills your ears. Time to get more aspirin. Getting to your feet, you reach the back of your head to feel some hair matted down with blood. Pain surges throughout your body in constant waves.
You better get to the hospital. When you hit the front door, you realize your pants are off and your cock is covered in a slimy substance.
“Fucking Apple Bloom,” you mutter.
And that's how you committed filly-foolery and didn't even get to enjoy the good part.