It feels pretty awkward being stared down by a filly half your size, but sure enough she's here right now, and has caught you stealing from her stock of apples. You just quite literally stole food from this kid's mouth and she seems awful sore at you.
"I, um," You stutter, trying to figure out the best way to answer her.
"Speak up, ya dirty thief!" She says, getting awfully fresh with you. She stomps forward a bit, managing to somehow intimidate you. You actually choke, attempting to swallow your ill-gotten fruit. She squints, "What do you think yet doin'?"
"I just, there was nopony else here, so." You start to sweat.
"Thought you could take what weren't years, huh? You took twenty-six bits worth of our apples, missy!"
"Twenty-six? But I only ate one, and I don't have that sort of money!"
"Like I should believe you!" She tromps her hoof right in front of you, kicking some dirt onto your ankles. You hesitate to argue with her. You quickly decide that it's not worth the effort to even try. You kneel down, meeting her at eye level, and nervously smile,
"Twenty-six bits? But sweetie I don't have that sort of money. Could I give you five bits instead?"
You pull five bits out of your saddlebag and offer it to her, but she looks at you with disgust and slaps the money right out of your hoof. You draw back in shock, and she growls,
"Sweetie? Call me sweetie again and I'll kick yet ass! And fer tryin' to short change me I'll take sixty bits!"
Your jaw drops, "Sixty?"
"Yeah," she says, "And if ya can't pay me then you'll do whatever I damn well ask of ya till I think ya paid me back."
Your knees are shaking at the sound of your pint-sized tormenter's voice. You nod, not daring to look away from her. She nods back, and smiles.
"Good, now," She spits on the ground, "Clean this up, with yer tongue."
"But I-" you start to say, but she cuts you off,
"Clean it up! Or I'll tell my brother Big Macintosh and he'll shove his big ol' wiener right up your smelly butthole and fuck you till you die!"
You nearly piss yourself in fright. You lean down and start licking up the dirt and spit mixture. You keep licking, your tongue scraping against the rough ground, and your eyes not looking away from your tormenter.
"I'm Applebloom, and I'mma call you Cunt. Hear that Cunt?" She says, and you nod. She gives you a nasty leer, and says, "Good. Cause today you're gonna help me get my Cutie Mark. And the first thing were gonna try is..."
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