> Hurt
>  by Phil Ken Sebben
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> Bird Watching
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1. Bird Watching

It's your third year in Equestria. You can't even remember your old life anymore. Can't remember what another human looked like. Or felt like...
Suddenly, there's a knock on your door. It's Fluttershy.
"Hello, Anon. I was wondering if you'd like to go to the whitetail woods to bird watch?"
You really don't.  But it's nice to spend time with Fluttershy, especially considering how she was when you first arrived.
"Sure thing. Let's go!"
You can't help but let a smile brief your face as you close your door.

The two of you slowly walk side by side through the forest. It was very serene.  Fluttershy seemed as content as you'd ever seen her, as she took in the sights, the birds, the rabbits, the deer. She was in her element, after all. You were more interested in Fluttershy than the birds. How long have you been here, now? Even with all these friends, you're still lonely. And Fluttershy IS a girl...
A clap of thunder overhead pulls your from your thoughts. A light rain begins to fall.
"Oh no," Fluttershy says, disappointed. "I didn't know there was a rain scheduled today!"
Looking around, you spot a nearby cave.
"Over there, look! Let's wait it out in there."
You reach the cave as the rain starts pouring harder. It's not much of a cave. It's more like a pile of rocks with a hollow spot inside. It's only about twenty feet deep. You sit down next to Fluttershy. You notice she's shivering. It DID get colder once the rain started. You put your arm over the yellow pony. Her fur is wet, but soft and warm.
"You looked cold."
"Thanks, Anon."
You smile again. Your mouth feels like sandpaper.
"Fluttershy?" You manage to croak.
"Yes?" She looks up at you.
"Well, I was thinking." Your throat feels like it's going to close. "What do you think of me?"
"Oh Anon, I think you're a wonderful person, and you're a great friend."
Friend. Huh.
"Well, I was thinking maybe..." Keep going, man. It's now or never. "I was hoping you'd want to be MORE than just friends."
"You mean like best friends?"
This is going to be harder than you thought...
"N-no. I mean... Like, I've been lonely since I've arrived in Ponyville, and I've never seen you with a boyfriend, so..."
"Oh. Oh my." She looks down, blushing deeply. "W-well, Anon. I think you're such a good friend that we should just stay friends."

It feels like you were punched in the gut. You can hardly breath.  You suddenly feel much colder. You remove your arm from around Fluttershy. Just like that. All your hopes. Squashed. Killed. Murdered. By her.
By her.
After nearly a minute of silence, she slowly climbs to her hooves.
"I-I'm going to go now, Anon. I hope to see you later."
She starts for the cave exit. You reach out and put a hand on her back. She stops with a light "Eeep!" You run your hand down the length of her back. 
As you reach her tail, you grab it and yank as hard as you can. With all your strength you hurl the pony to the back of the cave. As a Pegasus, she's extremely light. As she hits the cave wall, she lets out a shrill squeak. She lands on her back. Before she can stand, you grab her by the neck and pin her to the ground. With your other hand, you hit her. Over and over, and over again. You don't know how many times. She lets out a soft cry every time, getting harsher every time. You stop. Your breath is heavy. Her face is already bruising and her nose and mouth are bleeding. She looks you in the eyes, her own brimming with tears.
"Why, Anon?"
Her breathing is ragged. You hear her blood gurgling in her mouth. You kneel down over top of her. She closes her eyes and flinches away. You put your hand under head. You pull her face towards yours and kiss her. She jumps in surprise. You can taste her blood. Warm, and coppery. You pull away from the kiss, leaving a crimson trail between your mouths. You look at the pony underneath you, tiny, fragile, shaking now from fear instead of cold. It's a beautiful sight.
She lays there, everything bared before you. She's breathing in short, sharp breaths, looking up at you with gigantic eyes, glossed over with tears. It's more than you can take. As you undo your belt, you hear her say something so light you can't make it out. You pull your pants down.
"No..."
She closes her hind legs. It's not hard to force them open.
"No..."
Same as before. Hardly audible. You finally pull down your boxers.
"No no no no no!" she says in a shaky voice
You've never been so hard in your life. You line yourself up with her. 
"Anon... please..."
You give her a gentle smile. Then thrust inside her. With this, she starts crying. Finally.
"You're hurting me!"
"That's fine," you think. "You hurt me, too."
Her screams grow louder and she starts crying harder.
"P-p-please! I don't want this..."
You're getting close. You pound the tiny pony harder. Her cries become wails. You explode inside her and finally stop your assault. You slump to the ground beside her. She rolls onto her side, facing away from you, still crying. 
"Fluttershy?"
You place a hand on her side. She jerks at your touch. You wrap your arms around her. She doesn't resist. You pull her closer and hug her. You whisper in her ear. 
"I love you."
> Sweet as Sugar
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2. Sweet as Sugar

It's been about a week. You had walked Fluttershy back to her cottage. She was limping. You haven't seen her since. You don't know what to think about what happened. On one hand, you feel terrible about what you did to Fluttershy. On the other, it was a thrill. You had never felt more alive as you did then and you want to feel it again. Contesting emotions stir around your head and you can't think. 
"Fuck it" you say aloud to yourself. "I want some cupcakes."

You enter the bakery. 
Hello? Mrs. Cake?"
Nothing. Damn. As you turn to leave your knees are taken out by a pink pony. She stands over your prone body. 
"Hey Anon! Mr. and Mrs. Cake aren't in right now so they left me in charge so can I help you?"
She blinks rapidly. You climb to your feet and brush yourself off. 
"Yeah, I just want a cupcake."
"One cupcake coming right up! And you get the super duper bestfriend discount price of only one bit!"
You reach into your pocket and fish out the coin. You hold out your hand. As she reaches fir it, she accidentally hits your hand and sends the coin flying. 
"Oopsie! I'll get it!"
She trots over to where the coin landed and bends down, grabbing it with her mouth. Giving you a good view of her plot. Well then.
"Here you go!"
She hands you your cupcake. What to do? You can hear the tiny devil and angel debating. 
You've never felt that way about Pinkie Pie... 
But you also never felt that way about Fluttershy until a week ago. 
She's your friend.
Here's your chance to feel the rush again.
You can almost hear your brain cranking as your thoughts rush.
"Whatcha thinking about?"
You jump at the sudden input and drop your cupcake.
"Oh no! Don't worry, I'll clean that right up!"
She grabs a rag in her mouth and starts to clean the frosting off the floor, her rear end waving around in full view as she does so. You snap. Yeah, lets do this. 

Your hands are shaking so hard they're a blur as you grab Pinkie Pie by the hips.
"Wha-hey!"
You swiftly pull her towards you. Her front legs fall out from under her, leaving her butt stuck in the air.
"Ow! Anon, horseplay is one thing, but this is too rough!"
You place a hand between her shoulder blades, holding her to the floor. With your free hand you begin to feel around her crotch. Her breathing gets heavy.
"Anon, no! Don't touch me there!"
You find your target and stick a finger inside. Pinkie shrieks and tries to jump up. You slam her back down into position.
Shhh. I don't want to hurt you, Pinkie. But I will if I have to."
She begins to sob as you continue your work. 
"I thought we were friends!" she wails over and over.
It's too much. You continue to pin the shaking pony with one hand as you clumsily pull your pants and boxers down at the same time. You grab her hips with both hands and guide yourself toward her.
"No, please!"
As the tip of your member brushes her, she tries to run. You maintain your grip on her hips as she struggles. Eventually she gives in and and starts crying harder than ever. You drag her back to you and enter her in one swift motion.
"No! Stop!"
You rhythmically pound the pink pony as she cries. You can feel the sensation building and Pinkie's sobs drive you over the edge. As you shoot inside her, you hear her gasp through the sobs. You pull out of her, your seed spilling over the floor. She collapses to the floor, her sobbing slowing down. You pick the crying pony up in your arms. Her hair looks... different. Straight, instead of poofy. You carry her up the stairs to her room, and lay her on her bed. As you exit the room, you hear her start crying again. You descend the stairs and head toward the door. You grab a cupcake on the way out.
> Fresh From the Oven
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3. Fresh From the Oven

You haven't seen Pinkie Pie since yesterday. You'd say this is a good thing. Partially because she'd probably end up freaking out on you, and also because you don't think you could live with yourself had you saw her. 
You wander through Ponyville, trying to get some fresh air. It's a beautiful day. The sun is shining. The wind is blowing. Birds are chirping. You catch a whiff of something that smells delicious and absently follow it. As the smell gets stronger, your mouth begins to water. Finally, you find the source. A plate on a windowsill. And those are... oh, ok, that makes sense. You turn around but you hear a voice from the window behind you.
"Hey, Anonymous! Wanna come inside for some muffins?"
You smile.
"Sure, Derpy."
You step inside her tiny house. You've been friends with Derpy for a while now, but you'd never seen her home. It's pretty messy. Picture frames on the walls are all crooked, and the walls themselves seem to be covered in cracks. As you're wondering why, Derpy awkwardly flies by you and into the kitchen, bumping into the wall on the way. Ah. That'd explain it. She has the muffins laid out on the table as you enter the kitchen. 
"Help yourself!" She exclaims, doing the same herself.
You grab one. Still nice and warm. Taking a bite is ecstasy. Absolutely delicious.
"Mmm! These are fantastic!"
Derpy giggles with a slight blush. "Glad you like them!"
She seems nervous.
"Are they... better than Pinkie's cupcakes?"
"Well, that wouldn't be fair of me to say. After all, I've always preferred muffins."
She seems delighted at the news, and gives you a hug. Wow. She's pretty soft...
You awkwardly return her embrace. You slowly run your hands down her back. Lower. Lower... 
"A-anonymous!?"
In her shock she stops flapping her wings, but you grab her, holding her up.
"Shhh."
You kiss her briefly, but she breaks free.
"Stop it, Anonymous!"
She tries to fly, but you grab her hind leg. You slam her on her back onto the table, crushing the muffins. As you drop your pants, she beings to cry.
"Not you too, Anonymous! Not you too! I thought you were different!"
You pull the squirming pegasus closer to you.
"No! Let me go, Anon! We can still be friends!"
You slowly inch yourself inside Derpy.
"Nooo why why? Why me!?"
You pick up speed, thrusting inside the crying pony. You run your hand across her shuddering chest. Good god she's soft. 
You put too much weight on her. There's is a cracking sound, and her shoddy table collapses. Derpy takes the opportunity to attempt to fly away, but you grab her out of the air again and pull her down in front of you. She lands on all fours. You grab her hips and take her from behind this time. She seems to have given up protesting and just cries. You feel yourself getting closer and closer until you release inside her. Satisfied, you pull out. You redress and head for the door. 
"Why Anonymous?"
You stop.
"Why does this always happen to me? Nobody likes me because of the way I am, and all the stallions make me do dirty things with them."
She breaks down crying again.
"Why can't I just have a friend?"
You stand there silent for a few moments. Then without a word, you open the door and leave.
> Hair of the Filly
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4. Hair of the Filly

You ran back to your shack after you left Derpy's house. There is something seriously wrong with you. You know what you're doing is terrible. But it's also so...
Fun.
You sit inside your shack, waiting. >But nothing happens. Walking into your kitchen, you grab a few bottles of hard cider. You quickly down a few. With a good buzz going on, you decide to go to sleep. 
You are pulled from your rest the next morning by loud knocking at your door. Oh shit. Oh fuck. You are so screwed. 
"Anonymous! Open up!"
Wait. You know that voice. You walk from your bedroom to the door and open it. 
"Oh. Hey, Scootaloo."
Scootaloo came to visit every now and then. You're not really sure why. You think it's partly because you're so weird and foreign, that someone as young as her would be interested someone as different as you. But it's mostly because she wants your food. You don't think she has a home. 
"So what's up with you today?" she asks with a smile.
You're emotionally tormented and slightly hungover.
"I'm fine."
She looks around your kitchen.
"Already eat breakfast?" 
She looks like she's trying not to show disappointment. 	
"I haven't had any yet. Let me get changed and I'll make something for us."
She perks up. 
"Awesome! Can I have a soda while I wait?"
"Sure," you reply through a yawn. "Knock yourself out."

You wake up from a clatter in your kitchen. Fuck. You must have sat down on your bed and went back to sleep. Looking at the sun out the window, you estimate you've been out maybe a half hour. So what's Scootaloo doing? She must have gotten tired of waiting and is trying to make the food herself. You rush into the kitchen, expecting a fire and food everywhere. Instead you see Scootaloo bumbling around the room, with empty bottles over the floor. Wait a minute. This isn't soda. She got into your cider.
She turns and sees you in the doorway.
"Anomomous! I feel funny!" She slurs.
Wow, she's completely trashed.
"Wha... whas goin on?"
She retches. You quickly grab her and take her outside. She's sick all over your walkway, but it's better than your kitchen floor. Deciding you can't just leave her like this, you take her inside and lay her on your bed. You bring her a glass of water. She's so wasted she can't even hold the glass on her own.
"Thank youuuuu." She slurs, then starts laughing.
"Laugh it up, kid." you think. " You won't find it so funny when the hangover hits."
"You're a... good friend, you know? One of my only friends."
She starts to sniffle. Oh boy. You gently put your hand on her hoof. You want to say something to make her feel better, but you really can't think of anything. This will do.
"You know, Amomous, I've always kind of liked you."
What.
"You're kind of cute for a alien."
What.
>She drunkenly climbs to her feet and tries to strike a sexy pose. She's wobbling everywhere. She's been watching Rainbow Dash far too much.
"Like what you see?"
What are these kids learning nowadays? What are these kids learning nowadays? 
"Go to sleep."
She doesn't seem happy about it. But, you sit and gently stroke her mane, and soon enough, she's out like a light. Time to clean up the kitchen. It's not too bad; a few empty bottles of cider, and a few things knocked askew. It only takes a few minutes.
Several few hours later, you hear a loud groan from your room. A few seconds later, a disheveled Scootaloo stumbles out. 
"What happened? My head hurts and I feel sick."
"You got into my cider."
She looks down, ashamed.
"I'm really sorry."
"Don't worry about it. I just hope you learned a lesson from this."
"Yeah. I'm never drinking again!"
You pour her a glass of water.
"Here, this'll help."
She chugs the glass.
"What do I do now?"
"Go home and rest. Drink lots of water. That's all you can really do."
She walks out your door and down the path. She turns around. 
"Thank you, Anonymous. You're a good friend."
You smile.

END


Not really.


God damn it. You TRY to be a good person, really. But then shit like this happens. ou snatch her off the bed and kiss her. She emits a surprised squeal, but does her best to return it. She really has no idea what she's doing. Breaking the kiss, you set her down on the bed. You run your hand down her back and over her flank, causing her to shiver. Tracing your fingers under her tail, you find your quickly moistening target. She lets out a gasp as you enter her with your middle finger. You begin to twist your finger around inside her. Her front legs give out and she gives a shuddering moan. As you slowly work your finger inside her, her gasps and moans become louder and more frequent. Finally, she stiffens and contracts around your finger as she climaxes. She collapses to the bed, her breathing heavy. Ok. Your turn.
You pull your erection through your boxers. Scootaloo stares at it in drunken awe. You flip her over onto her back and pull her underneath you. She lets out a moan as you rub the tip against her slit. You slowly push inside her.
"Ow..."
Damn she's tight. You slowly inch your way in. 
"Ow... that hurts, Anomnous..."
"Shhhh."
She stops her protests, but continues to squirm and writhe underneath you. It's a good thing she's drunk, or she'd probably be screaming bloody murder. It's just as well, really. She's so tight you can barely get more than the tip inside her. You reach your climax quickly. You clean her up, and get dressed. It's only about a fifteen minute walk to the CMC clubhouse. You carry her there and lay her on the ground beside it. She should be fine, there.
> Under Pressure
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5. Under Pressure

You're a nervous wreck. It's been a few days since you violated Pinkie Pie in the bakery, but nothing has happened. Between her, Fluttershy and the others, it's only a matter of time before you're reported. You need to clear your mind. Sitting cooped up in your tiny house hasn't been doing your mind any favors. 

You breathe in the fresh air as you walk through Ponyville. You find yourself at Twilight's housebrary. It's been forever since you've read anything, and a good book would certainly take your mind off things. You open the door and carefully step inside.
"Oh hey, Anon! What's up?"
"Hey, Twilight. Thought I might look for a book."
The room is littered with books strewn about. She sees you notice and blushes. 
"Please excuse the mess," She says. "Spikes been away for royal business in Canterlot for a few days, and I sort of let the place go." 
You browse through the books. None of it seems too terribly interesting. One catches your eye. 
Unicorns and magic: A comprehensive guide.
Ugh. Why not. You open the book and begin to skim. It's mostly just anatomy diagrams and explanations in words that make your head hurt. You skim disinterestedly until you see it. Pressure points. 
"Magic flows through the body constantly. Applying pressure to specific points throughout the body can stop the flow, temporarily preventing magic."
Well that's interesting. 
You get an all too familiar feeling as you glance over at Twilight. She's facing away from you, magically levitating books, looking at the bindings. You inch your way over to her, your mind a whirlwind of thought. hould you really be doing this? What you've been doing is disgusting and wrong. And if you're worried about being caught, doing it again is the worst thing you can do. You're right behind her now. You glance at the book for reference, then slowly reach out to Twilight. It's hard to keep your hand steady. With a swift movement, you jab your finger into the flesh just below her ear. The books clatter to the floor.
"Ow! Anon, that hurt! What did you do that for?"
"Just a little experiment."
She huffs, but turns back to the books. She tries to lift them again.
"What? Why can't I use magic? What did you do?"
"I read about some pressure points that stop magic and wanted to try it."
"Well... find a way to turn it back on! I can't do anything without my magic!"
"Can't do anything, huh?"
You step towards her. She nervously takes a step back.
"Anonymous, stop. I don't like how you're acting right now."
You feel your breathing get heavier. You've grown to love this feeling. You make a wild grab at her, but she's faster than you thought. She makes a break for the door. Luckily, being almost twice as tall as her gives you much longer legs. You sweep your leg, kicking her own legs out from under her. She rolls for a few feet before landing in a heap. You make another grab for her, but once again she's too fast for you. 
She bounds up the stairs behind you. Looks like your longer legs don't help you run up stairs very well. She's gone by the time you're halfway up the stairs. 
Damn! The window is open. She must have escaped. No. Wait. Use your brain. You're like three stories off the ground and she can't use magic. You close and lock the window. You hold your breath. >Sure enough, you can hear rapid, shaky breathing. It's coming from beneath the bed. How cliche. 
You reach under the bed and grab the first thing you feel. You drag Twilight out from under the bed by her mane. 
"Ow! Anon, please, stop this!"
You pin her against the side of the bed. You look down into her violet eyes, welling with tears. You get hard at the sight. She notices.
"Oh no. Anon, no. Not that."
Ignoring her, you go through the now familiar process of exposing yourself to the pony. She cringes as you stick it in her face.
"Open your mouth."
"What? No, that's disgust-"
You cut her off with a sharp slap across the face.
Her eyes grow wider as she stares at you in disbelief.
"Open. Your. Mouth."
"Please, I don't wan-"
SMACK
"Stop! Don't do thi-"
SMACK
She breaks down into tears and finally opens her mouth reluctantly. You grab hold of her horn, firmly.
"I feel teeth, and you'll never do magic again. Understand?"
She gives a slow, shaky nod through her sobs. Her eyes are clenched shut. Using her horn, you pull her head down and enter her mouth. She begins to cry harder, but the sound is muffled. She keeps her eyes closed as hard as she can, as if she's determined not to look at you. As you feel yourself getting close, you put your hand on the back of her head and force yourself into her throat.
"Hwarf! Glurck!"
She tries to protest but it comes out as gagging. As you violate her throat, she begins to fidget, then struggle.  She's probably trying to breathe. Her panicked gagging coupled with her fruitless fighting is too much for you. You unleash into her throat, holding her head tighter so she can't escape. he pulls back as hard as she can to no avail. >Finally finished, you pull out of her mouth.
She gasps for air and begins to cough violently, spitting your seed out of her mouth onto the floor. The coughing fit lasts almost a minute. She sits in front of you, still crying, still avoiding your gaze.
"Please. No more."
"No more?" You say? "We've only just started!"
She screams as you lift her by her mane and toss her on her back onto the bed. You spread her hind legs. 
"Stop! You can't! I'm saving myself for my special somepony!"
Oh damn. You HAVE to do her now.
You thrust inside the sobbing unicorn. 
"No! Nooo! Princess, please, help me!" 
You lean down over her. It's awkward because of your size difference, but you lower your face down to hers and kiss her. She tries to pull away but can't go anywhere from your weight. She's forced to accept it. 
You're already close. You thrust harder and harder until you release inside her. She covers her eyes with her hooves as you pull out. She lays still on the bed, her only movement from her crying. You put a hand on her flank.
"Leave. Please. Just go."
You stand and pull your pants back up. You look down on the pitiful crying creature before you. You jab her below the ear again. 
Just in case.
> Down on the Farm
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6. Down on the Farm

God. DAMN. It. You fucking idiot. You fucked with a unicorn. That has MAGIC. Sure, as a human, you're immune to magic. But even without the magic there's that useful stabbing instrument attached to their heads. 
It's be about a month since you attacked Twilight, and you feel like you haven't slept the entire time. She knows where you live, after all. They ALL do. It's ok. Calm down. If they haven't done anything yet, maybe they won't do anything at all? Maybe they're too scared, or too ashamed.
You feel your stomach rumbling. Just calm down. Some breakfast should calm your nerves. You check your cupboard. Damn. You ran out of food and was too freaked out to notice. Well, better go buy something. Maybe some apples.

You give the money to Granny Smith and carry your basket out into the orchard. That one looks good. Ooh, there's a big one. Ick, that one's spoiled. 
Soon enough, your basket is full. You pluck an apple out of the basket and bite into it. Before you have a chance to enjoy it, however, you see a rope fly over your body and tighten around your legs. Your feet are yanked out from under you. 
"Aha! Gotcha now!"
Ah shit. In a second. the orange pony had you hogtied and helpless. Someone told.
Oh shiiiiiiiit my comeuppance.
W-w-what i-i-s th-this?" You stammer like a moron. 
Thoughts fly through your head. What will they do with you? Kill you? Torture you? Torture THEN kill you? As the thoughts become more and more gory, you start to sweat and hyperventilate.
"Whoa now, Anon, calm down!"
"Wha?"
"I was just havin' a little fun is all."
Oh." All you can think to say.
he lets you loose and you shakily climb to your feet. 
"What's the matter, Anon? Y'all should know by now I'd never hurt a friend o' mine."
"Yeah, I guess so."
You're pissed, but you can't show it. Not yet. You eye the rope on the ground.
"Hey, show me how to do that."

"Now just loop that down and back, then pull on both ends."
You follow her instructions and soon, she's lying on her back, legs tied, just as helpless as you were a few minutes ago. She struggles a bit.
'This is pretty good for your first attempt!"
You look down on her. So helpless. So vulnerable. So exposed. You start to feel a bit... naughty.
"Heh, ok now, Anon." Apple Jack laughs nervously. "Let me up."
Yeah, how about no. You kneel over her and run your hand over her flank. Apple Jack begins to struggle.
"Consarn it, Anon! This ain't funny!"
You trace your fingers over her cutie mark, causing her to shiver. You finally make your way to the fun parts.  Apple Jack is looking scared instead of angry now. Her breathing is picking up.
"Ok... Anon... I don't know what's gotten into you, but if you stop now, we can forget all about this."
Your fingers brush her slit.
"Anon, please."
Her pleading is adorable. You are so hard right now. 
You enter her with two fingers, stroking her insides. She starts fighting harder than ever.
"NO! STOP! BIG MAC, HELP ME!"
That won't do. You grab an apple from your basket and cram it in her mouth. She tries to chew through it but you have another ready. She begins to choke on the pieces and stops trying to get the apple out. You continue your work. As you penetrate her with your fingers, she sniffles and groans, on the verge of tears. 
Alright, then. Your turn. You drop trou and line yourself up. With all four legs in the air, it's hard to reach, so you roll her over onto her side. As you prepare to enter her, she starts to struggle again. You hold her down. She's much stronger than the others, but the rope holds her tightly. She's trapped.
As you slide into her, she jerks and begins to cry softly. You run your hand up her side to her mane. She looks at you as you stroke it, her eyes scared and pleading. The muffled mewling tugs at your heartstrings and pushes you over the edge. You climax inside her. 
She goes limp as you pull out of her, resting her head in a tiny puddle of tears. You stand up and fix your pants. You take her hat, still on after all this, and put it over her face, blocking it from view. You undo the knot on the ropes binding her, but don't untie her. She can get free now, if she tries. Picking up your basket of apples, you set off. Selecting a large one, you take a bite. The juice runs down your chin. You love apples.
> Blue Streak
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7. Blue Streak

As soon as you got back to your house from the farm, you packed anything essential and left. Apple Jack doesn't seem the kind to take something like this lying down. So to speak.
You've been living in the woods for two days now. You're still close enough to Ponyville to keep track of what's going on. Your house was destroyed last night. Little wonder who did it.
Today is a bad day so far. You're so far away to see clearly, but you saw Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie enter Twilight's housebrary. A short time after, several royal guards exited. They began to put up posters around the town. Your face is drawn on them. Well, time to get out of dodge.
You start walking. You don't know where to or what you'll do when you get there. You don't have to ponder long because a massive impact hits you in the back, knocking you off your feet.
"You!"
Fuck. You should have known better to leave the forest. It makes sense they'd have her looking for you.
You roll over just as Rainbow Dash lands on you. 
"OOF"
She begins to stomp on your chest.
"How dare you!?" She shrieks.
You punch her in the ribs as hard as you can. The impact makes her go flying. Pegasi are very light, after all. 
You jump to your feet and square off with her. 
"You'll pay for what you did to my friends!"
"Come at me, Rainbro."
She charges you faster than you can react. Her skull collides with your solar plexus. She may lack strength, but she has agility in spades. 
"You always were a slowpoke!" She taunts.
"Laugh it up. All I need is one good hit."
"Ha! Like that'll happen.'
You smirk. You've never been close to Dash, but you know her well enough to know her tells. She squints her eyes. She puts slight pressure on her front left foot. She leans forward slightly. 
Now!
You start your spin just before she charges. You extend your arm and make a fist.
BAM. You backhand her out of the air. She hits the ground, dazed. Before she can retaliate, you pounce. You pin her down as best you can and grab one of her wings. Let's see how well you do without this.
You grasp her wing with both hands.
"Ouch! Anon, no, don't!"
All you have to do is squeeze. You feel the fragile, hollow bones popping. 
Rainbow Dash appears to be in too much pain to actually scream. With her wing broken, she can't follow you anymore. You stand up and look down at the scene. Without both wings, she's effectively helpless. It'd be so easy. 
Fuck it. You're in no hurry. Might as well get some pony poon. 
She seems to know what's coming.
"No, not me, too!"
She tries to crawl away, but the pain of her mangled wing is too much. Using your foot, you roll her onto her back, on top of the useless wing. 
"ARGH!"
You squat down over her. Reaching out, you gently caress her face. She slowly opens her mouth. And bites down on your hand.
"FUCK"
You use your free hand to punch her as hard as you can. Over and over until she finally lets go. Her mouth is bleeding. She's missing a tooth. You look at your hand. It's bleeding and it hurts like a bitch. You punch her again for good measure.
Using your good hand, you go through the motions and drop your pants. One of her eyes is swollen shut, but she can see you out of the other. She tries to move but is wracked with pain. She starts sobbing as she watches you prepare to violate her. As you ready yourself, you notice your hand is still bleeding. Those teeth marks will definitely leave a scar. You decide to take the road less traveled. She brought it on herself.
You lift her up even with you. You crudely spit on your penis and start to enter her.
"Augh! OW! Anon, stop! It hurts!"
You were hoping she'd say that. You pound her as fast as you can. 
"No! Please stop! It's going to tear!" 
The pressure builds and you ejaculate into the pegasi. As soon as you pull out she tries to crawl away. She manages to flip over onto her stomach. Before she can get far, you walk over and kneel beside her. She freezes in fear. You softly rub the terrified ponies back. You move your hand up higher. You grab her good wing and squeeze.
Just in case.
> Teacher's Pet
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------


8. Teacher's Pet

It's been about a week since you were attacked. You had circled back from where you assaulted Rainbow Dash. Hopefully they won't know you returned to the woods near Ponyville. 
No such luck. You hear a twig snap. You face the noise and see several guards trying to surround you.
"Shit."
You run. You weave through the trees, but they're faster than you. Out of desperation you leave the forest and into the town. You wind through the houses, twisting and turning. You may be losing them.
There's a building up ahead with the door open. Looks like the school. You duck inside and shut the door. A few seconds, you hear the guards gallop past.
Whew. You lost them.
"Oh my! It's you!"
You can never get a break. You turn around to face the source of the voice. It's the teacher pony. What was her name again? Cheerilee, that's right. 
>You try your best to look intimidating as you hold your finger up to your lips in a "shush" motion. She stands motionless, staring at you, wide eyed. Then she screams.
Damn it. You reach for the first thing you can find. A book off a nearby desk. You fling it at her as hard as you can, catching her in the face. She goes down, stunned. You stomp over to her.
"I told you to be quiet."
You deliver a swift kick to her ribs. She reflexively curls into a ball, but you grab her by the mane. You toss her to the side. She catches herself on her desk with her front hooves. She tries to run but you grab her and hold her against the desk.
"Don't hurt me, please!"
"I wasn't going to," you say, running your hand over her flank. "But you didn't listen."
She shudders through her tears and you bring your hand behind her leg. You brush your fingers across her slit. As she feels this she tries to escape. You grab her mane and slam her face into the desk.
"Don't do this!" She says, spitting out blood.
Done teasing her, you keep one hand between her shoulders as you expose yourself with the other. She screams again as you brush yourself against her.
"No! Somepony help me, please help me!"
Grabbing her hips to hold her steady, you slide inside her. She tenses up as as when you enter her. 
"Don't do this, not here!"
You ignore her and continue to thrust. You run your hands across her body as you violate her. Suddenly
"Mrs. Cheerilee? Are ok you?"
You snap your head towards the door. t's open and the children are coming inside. Fuck. They must have been on recess. 
"No! Children, get out of here! Run!"
"What are you guys doin'?" 
You recognize that voice. It's Apple Bloom.
"Don't look children! Just run and get help!"
She can barely speak through her sobs. Most of the them run from the school, but a few stay, either curious or too scared to move. Shit. The guards are going to be here soon. You'd better hurry up and finish.
You pound the crying pony as fast as you can, causing her to shriek in pain. Finally, you feel it coming and you plant your seed in the sobbing teacher. >You pull out and pull your pants up just as the guards burst into the room. They're blocking the door.
Come on, think. 
You grab Cheerilee and throw her through the nearest window. You jump out and run for all you're worth.  Back into the forest.
> Campfire Tales
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------


9. Campfire Tales

It's been about a week since you violated Cheerilee in the school. You had fled back into the woods again, but the guards didn't find you this time. You had crawled under a log and covered yourself in dead leaves. It took them the better part of a day to give up, but you got away.
You layed low for a few days, but saw no other guards. Finally free to move, you begin to patrol the woods. It's so dark you can hardly see. 
Wait. You think you smell something burning. Moving towards the smell, you see a faint light. Sneaking closer, you see it's a small fire. Beside the fire is a little tent. As you walk a little closer, you step on a stick, eliciting a loud snap. There's a rustle in the tent before the front flaps fly open. A blue pony leaps out dramatically.
"Who dare disturbs the Great and Power..."
She fixes her gaze on you.
"It's you!"
You see her horn glow. Before you can react you feel a sharp impact to the side of your head. Everything goes black.

When you awaken, it's still dark. You try to move, but find you're incapable. Panic sets in as you realize you're tied up.
"Ah, you're awake!"
You look beside you. Sitting by the fire is your abductor. Trixie.
She's looking worse for wear since you last saw her. Her mane is messy and she looks sleep deprived. 
"What the hell is this?"
She gives a malicious giggle. 
"Trixie knows about you. About the things you've done. About the reward on your head."
Oh, great.
"When I turn you in tomorrow, everyone will love Trixie! They will see she's better than that small time whore Twilight Sparkle!"
She's beginning to look a bit manic.
"But first, Trixie needs her beauty sleep. Have to look nice for the ceremony, after all."
She magically picks up a pair of panties and stuffs them into your mouth. Oh god. This is disgusting. Why would a pony even HAVE panties? 
"You just lay there and be quiet until morning."
She turns her nose up smugly and trots into her tent. A few minutes later, you hear her snoring lightly. It's a good thing she's terrible with ropes. You're already feeling them loosen.

The ropes fall to your feet as you stand. Time to get out of here.  Before you can sneak off, however, Trixie bursts from her tent. Fuck, she must have heard you. Her horn glows again. You brace for impact, but nothing happens. You see her aura glowing around you.
"Ha! I have you now."
She doesn't know that magic doesn't affect you directly. Perfect.
She walks over and pushes you with her hoof. You allow yourself to fall to the ground. She eyes you up, seemingly intrigued. She runs a hoof over your chest. Is she really...?
"Trixie heard what you did to Twilight Sparkle, human."
She paws your groin. You start to get hard almost reflexively. 
"Perhaps Trixie should thank you before turning you over to the Princess."
Here we go.
'Perhaps you could give Trixie a taste what what you did to Twilight, hmm?"
"Oh, you have no idea." you think.
She stands over you and sits on your legs. Since she believes she's holding you immobile with her magic, she tries to use her front hooves to pull down your zipper. It's quite comical.
"Blast... this... how do you... why can't..."
"Allow me," You say, reaching down and unzipping your fly.
"Ah, thank yo-"
Her eyes go as wide as saucers. You smile at her as you grab her horn. With one swift, forceful motion, you snap the horn off her head at the base. She reels back in anguish, tears in her eyes. 
"NO! What have you done to me!"
She's stopped talking in third person. Good. That shit was annoying.
"You've ruined me!" She shrieks, clutching the small stub as best she can.
"Not yet I haven't."
You put all your body weight into a kick that sends her rolling backwards. You climb to your feet and jump at her. She almost escapes but you grab that gaudy cape and yank her back. 
"P-p-please give me my horn! They can reattach it!"
You look from her, to the horn in your hand. You casually toss it into the fire. It sizzles and pops, letting off colorful sparks, then goes silent. 
"Nooo!"
She dives at the fire, but you hold her tightly. 
"Now then" you say, forcing her onto her back, and holding her down.
"I believe you said you wanted a taste of what I did to Twilight."
She stares in disbelief as you pull down your pants. You drag her kicking and screaming until she's close enough.
"Don't do this! You've already ruined my life!"
"But this is what you wanted. You said it yourself."
You enter her as she struggles.
"No! Stop, please!"
"Twilight told me to stop, too. It wouldn't be the same if I stopped for you."
"But... not... I don't... not like-"
You laugh as she tries to talk herself out of the situation.  
"So what will you do now, 'Great and Powerful Trixie'?"
"No..."
"Everybody in town hates your guts."
"No!"
"And now you can't even do magic!"
"NO!"
You laugh again and begin to thrust faster. You can feel it coming.
"You're more useless than you ever were, and nobody will even help you!"
"STOP IT!"
You explode inside her. She breaks down into the most inelegant sobbing you've ever seen. You pull out of the crying blue ex-unicorn. 
You stand and pull up your pants. Standing over her, you look down.
"I'm coming back here tomorrow. Be gone."
You walk until you can't hear her sobs anymore.	
> Diamond in the Rough
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------


10. Diamond in the Rough

For some reason, you can't bring yourself to leave Ponyville. You're compelled to stay near the ponies, but you don't know why. Everyone knows what you've done. Everyone wants your head on a platter. Maybe you just like it here.
There's got to be something better than living in the woods though. You've been out here for almost 3 months now. Observing Ponyville. It's not so bad, except your clothes are getting shredded. You're down to your last wearable outfit, and even it's on it's last legs. 
It's getting colder. You'll need more clothes, soon. And some blankets. Unfortunately, there's only one place you know of that has an abundance of cloth. 
Fucking Rarity.

It's well past midnight as you sneak into Ponyville. The guards stopped patrolling for you weeks ago, so sneaking through the town isn't hard. The posters are still everywhere, though.
"Wanted: Anonymous, for immediate questioning by Princess Celestia. Suspect not to be harmed."
At least it didn't say "Dead or Alive". Guess ponies are just more forgiving that humans.
You arrive in front of her boutique. You were never good friends with Rainbow Dash, but you never had anything against her. Rarity was different. Rarity was an insufferable, snobbish drama queen with a superiority complex. It didn't help she had the personality of a pile of soggy pasta.
The door's unlocked. Thankfully, Ponyville is a trusting community. You can barely see anything inside. Feeling around, there's cloth everywhere, but you can't find any tools. >They might not be pretty, but with the right tools you can make your own clothes.
You walk into something. Before you can grab it, it's it topples to the ground with a crash. You hear a stirring from upstairs, then someone descending the stairs. 
FUCK.	
Well, it's dark. Maybe she won't see you. You see a glow in the dark and suddenly, several candles around the room ignite. 
"YOU!"
Well, shit. 
She runs to the window and opens it. Grabbing a large horn off the floor, she hefts it up and blows it. It's shockingly loud. She turns looks at you haughtily.
"That was a signal for the guards. They'll be here within minutes!"
"God DAMN it. I didn't want any trouble."
You take a step towards her. Her smile fades.
"Stay back, you brute!"
You see her horn begin to glow. You duck as a pair of shears miss you by inches. You jump up and bound up to her before she can pull any other tricks. You jab your finger under her ear. She leaps away and tries to use her magic again. A look of shock appears on her face.
"Oh, Twilight didn't tell you about that trick?"
You advance on the white pony. You backhand her across the face, sending her flying. 
"All I wanted was some clothes!"
She tries to climb to her feet, but she's still stunned. You snatch her by the tail and swing her. She hits a work bench and collapses. She tries to get up, but it looks like her leg is hurt. As you walk over, you grab a pair of scissors off a table. Pinning her to the floor, you hold the blade to her throat.
"Now, what to do with you?"
"Please, don't kill me! I'm sorry!"
Her nose is bleeding, and she chokes slightly on the blood.
You shush her and gently caress her face.
"Hurt you? Why would I hurt you?"
You hold the scissors to her face.
"We're friends, right? And what do friends do?"
You open the blades and head for her mane.
"They give each other makeovers!"
She struggles as you chop her precious mane off, causing you to nick her flesh a few times. Done. You drag her over to one of her mirrors so you can see your handiwork. 
Her mane is ruined. You cut off as much as you could, leaving just sparse, uneven clumps of hair. 
"No! What have you done to me! I'm hideous!" 
She tries to break free, but you throw her to the ground again. You hold her down with one hand, and run your free hand across her flank and rump. She's so soft...
"Don't worry, Rarity. I still think you're pretty."
"No..."
She attempts to stand, but you put your weight on her. She can't move. With your free hand, you clumsily remove what remains of your pants.
"Please. Please not this."
You flip her over onto her stomach. She jumps to her feet, but you hold her tightly. As your erection brushes against her, she breaks down crying.
"No, you monster! You can't do this to me!"
Determined to prove her wrong, you slam it in her as hard as you can. Rarity cries out in pain, gritting her teeth. Her front lets begin to buckle as you violate her. She screams through clenched teeth as you pound her from behind. Harder and harder, while her screams become wails. 
Finally, it's too much and you release inside her.
"No! You won't get away with this!"
Suddenly she jumps forward out of your grasp. She kicks, hitting you right in the crotch. You see stars as you go down. She's going to pay.
Your rage sees you through the pain. You grab wildly for the first thing you find. A measuring tape. As Rarity is trying to limp away you wrap it around her neck from behind like a garotte. You put your knee into her back and pull for all you're worth. Shes tries to get free but you're too powerful for her.
Her thrashing slows and finally stops. She goes limp.
> A Royal Mistake
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------


11. A Royal Mistake

No! 
What the fuck are you doing? You never liked Rarity, but you don't want to kill her! You let go of the tape. Her body slumps to the floor. You hold your hand in front of her snout. Still breathing. Good. 
You need to get out of here. As soon as you open the door and walk out, you're surrounded by guards. At least ten of them. Fuck. They all walk towards you.
You try to charge through the wall of soldiers. They do their best to stop you. Although strong by pony standards, but they're still only a little over half your height. They don't stop you for long. You break free and sprint back toward the forest. You're close. 
You don't make it. A blinding light appears above your head. It burns your eyes like acid. When the pain subsides, you see none other than Princess Celestia before you. You can't move. Her very presence is is like standing in a fire. She looks at you with an unfathomable expression. It's like a combination of anger and pity.
She walks toward you. The pain gets worse.
"Anonymous."
Her voice pounds in your head like cannon fire.
"I've searching for you."
She aims her horn at you. A stream of magic hits you. It feels like you're being torn to pieces. Everything goes black.

Oh man. What the fuck happened? You remember seeing Celestia. She hit you with some kind of spell or something. But aren't you immune to magic? Whatever. You can think about that later.  Right now you have to figure out what's going on.
You're laying on some kind of marble slab in a stone room. Is this the palace? You're not restrained, although you are completely naked. They must have trashed your ruined clothes.
Sliding off the table, you sneak over to the window. It's nighttime. The view is breathtaking. You're definitely in the palace. You're in the side of the mountain, overlooking the kingdom below. It also means you're not leaving through this window.
You head for the nearest door, and look out. A long, empty corridor. You slip into the darkness.  
This place is a maze. Hallway after hallway after hallway. Suddenly, you hear hoofsteps. Shit. 	
You run for the nearest door. Locked. You try another. It opens, and you slip inside.
"Hello?" a voice comes from behind you.
Figures.
Turning around, you see a pink pony. She seems to be an Alicorn, but is only slightly bigger than a regular pony. 
The air seems to get thick with the tension.
"You must be Anonymous."
You say nothing, but start backing toward the door.
"Please, wait! We only want to help you! My name is Cadence, and I only want to help you. Celestia told me what's been happening."
This is all too fishy. You fling the door open and begin to sprint away, only to run headlong into a white unicorn stallion. 
"What is this!?" He yells.
Seemingly aware that magic doesn't affect you, he foregoes using a spell and simply tries to trample you. You dodge to the side and grab his neck. You jam your finger into the pressure point under his ear, just in case, before slamming your fist as hard as you can into the side of his head. He goes out cold. Cadence screams.
"Shining Armor!"
Shining Armor?  Twilight's brother? Oh, he's gonna be pissed at you.
Cadence's horn begins to glow. Your confidence turns to horror as you feel the same burning, imobilizing pain as you did when you met Celestia. Wait, this isn't as bad. You can still move. 
You jump at Cadence, causing her to gasp. he pain is mostly gone, but you still feel a residing heat. She tries to back away, but stumbles, and you're on her. You hope this works on Alicorns. You jam your finger in the same pressure point you used on the others.
"Ow! What did you to to me!?"
"I made you more compliant."
You stick your knee into her side, pinning her to the floor, and grab her mane. You yank her face up to yours.
"What did you do to me? Magic isn't supposed to effect me."
She nervously bites her lower lip, but remains silent. Using your free hand, you backhand her. She lets out a startled cry.
"ANSWER ME!"
She stammers.
"Y-you're immune to m-magic, but not it's effects. Celestia used her magic to heat the air around you until you passed out from the sensory overload."
"Very clever."
You use her mane to slam her face down onto the floor. She goes out, too. Better hide them.

You drag them inside the unlocked room you found Cadence in. Tearing the curtains off the windows, you use them to bind and gag the unconscious ponies. As you're tying up Cadence, you can't help but notice how soft she feels. So soft. And so vulnerable...
No! This is NOT the time for that kind of thing. You walk over to the door and turn the handle. Instead of opening the door, you look back at Cadence. 
God damn it. You return to her, and kneel down, running your hands over her fur. As you work your hands down, she begins to stir. She finally awakens as your hand reaches her plot. 
"Mmff... hmmf!?"
She realizes she can't speak. Her muffled cries are loud enough to awaken Shining Armor. He immediately begins to struggle. You walk over to him.
"You must be Shining Armor. Twilight's brother?"
He stares daggers at you.
"I assume she's told you about what happened?"
He begins to violently thrash around.
"I suppose she did. Funny enough, I learned about that handy pressure point from one of her books. Ironic, in a way."
You chuckle.
Did she tell you the details? She actually said she was saving herself for her "special somepony.'"
You walk back over to Cadence.
"It's a shame, what happened. She was such a nice girl. Will probably never be the same."
"Mmm! Mmff hurmph!" 
Seems Cadence has something to say. You untie her gag.
"Please, stop this! I know it's not your fault, but you don't have to do it!"
Not your fault? That's a funny point of view. 
Kneeling back down, you return your hands to her marehood. She groans as you run your fingers over her slit.
"Please, don't do this!"
You enter her with two fingers.
"Nooo! Stop!"
You can't help but laugh as Shining Armor begins to struggle again, his binds still holding tight. Cadence begins to cry as you thrust your fingers into her. This sends you over the edge, and you decide it's your turn. Rolling her onto her back, you rub the tip of your erection against her.
"Please, stop! I know you can stop this!"
Ignoring her, you push inside. Cadence cries and squirms as you enter her. You smirk as Shining Armor watches helplessly.
"Not bad," you say. "But your sister was tighter."
Cadence is sobbing now as you thrust into her. Shining Armor is staring with glazed, unfocused eyes. Looks like he's shut down.
"What a great captain of the guard."
"Sh-shut up!"
"Brought down by a single man."
"Stop it!"
You laugh.
"Can't even protect his own wife!"
Cadence herself begins to struggle now, but her bindings hold tight as well. She's yours. As you feel yourself getting close, you thrust harder and faster, until finally, you spill your seed inside her. With a satisfied sigh, you pull out of her.
Ok, now that you have it out of your system, it's time to go. You resume running through the halls until you find a large double door. This could be the exit. Pushing them open, you find it's not. It's the door to the throne room.
And there's Celestia. She looks up at you. Her shocked expression quickly turns to anger. She's in front of you before you could see her move. 
"I see I held back too much the first time."
Her horn begins to glow.
"It won't happen again."
You're prepared to escape the spell again, but this one isn't like Cadence's. Celestia isn't holding anything back. You can smell your body hair burning just before it all goes black.
> Epilogue
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------


12. Epilogue

"Ugh. Where am I?"
You try to sit up. 
"Hello, Anonymous."
"Celestia?"
You panic for a second, but she doesn't look or sound angry. You look around. You're laying on a bed. From the look of the room, you're somewhere in the palace.
"Why can't I move?"
"Well, you've been in bed for almost a month now. You're probably very stiff."
"A month? What happened?"
"Well, there's no way to sugarcoat it. You were possessed."
You manage to sit up.
"Possessed? By what?"
"A particularly nasty entity. Twilight noticed the signs after your... encounter. We believe it was in the cave you and Fluttershy sought shelter in. When she declined your advances, it took advantage of your vulnerable state."
Twilight? Fluttershy? The events of the past few months hit you like a bull. If you had any food in your stomach you'd have puked. You fall to your knees and begin to sob.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" You manage to wail in between your inelegant blubbering.
"I'm sorry, Anonymous," Celestia says. "But I'm not the one you need to apologize to."
The large door on the other side of the room opened. There stood all of your old friends. Your victims. The sight made you ill. Rainbow Dash's eye was still somewhat swollen, her wings in splints. Rarity was limping, and her mane was still short, and uneven.
You broke down again. You wished you could just will yourself to die. Something nudges you. You look up. It's Twilight.
"Anonymous."
You sit up and try to stop crying. You prepare for the worst.
"We forgive you."
"What?" Is all you can say, dumfounded.
"We know you weren't yourself when you did those... things. So we forgive you. Because that's what friends do."
You stare at her, wide eyed for a moment, then hug her. She jumps at the action. You don't blame her.

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It's been about a year, and things have gotten back to as normal as they're going to get. You never forgave yourself for what happened. And despite their claims, you get the feeling the girls never did, either. 
Twilight and Pinkie Pie seem to have mostly gotten over it. Although, Pinkie now has somewhat frequent bouts of depression. And neither of them will be alone with you anymore.
Rainbow Dash and Apple Jack are much colder to you than before, and neither stay around you very long. 
Rarity insists she's forgiven you, but you can hear the hatred in her voice on the rare occasions you talk. You just avoid going near her.
The worst of all is Fluttershy. She hasn't uttered a word to you since that day in the cave. She'll go out of her way to avoid you if she sees you in town. Most of the ponies do, really.
You rebuilt your house. You don't leave it unless you have to. You're out of food again. You don't think you'll be buying more.