Blind Challenge 4

Granny Smith tells Apple Bloom about the first time she encounter Timberwolves.

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"Hey, A-applebloom?" Granny's shaky voice stirred the young filly from her studies. Piquing her head up, Applebloom trotted from her room to the opposite one, where Granny Smith sat in her signature rocking chair.

"Yeah, granny?"

"Did I ever tell you about the time-"

"Here we go again." The young filly rolled her eyes and plopped her flank on the ground, preparing herself for the lengthy story ahead of her.

"Hey, you young little whippersnapper!" Granny snapped at her, the retort making the younger filly sit up straight. "Yer a growin' young mare, and you oughta learn about these sortsa things!" Granny's rebuttal made Apple Bloom sit straighter and listen more intently. This wasn't exactly normal for her.

"Ah'm listenin', Granny... Go on."

"Harrumph." Granny Smith nodded her head once and sat back in her chair, setting it into an easy rock with a smooth sway of her hips. "Serves yeh right. Now where was I?" She raised a hoof to her chin, rubbing it thoughtfully as she thought back... Back to a time long, long ago...

Back before the wrinkles.

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The howling had gone on nonstop for the past two nights. At long last, a young Regina Smith couldn't handle the mysterious call any longer. "Ah'm headin' out, paw!" She called, donning her bonnet readily.

"Y'all be careful out there, Gran-gran!" Her pa' called to her, poking his head into the main room with a concerned look. "Ain't nopony knows what's in them woods out there. Watch yer back and come a-runnin' if anythin' goes wrong. Y'hear?"

"Ah gotchya, paw. Thanks." A younger Granny Smith lifted a basket ready to accept any items of interest and left her small home, setting her sights on the mysterious and ominous Everfree Forest. "Honestly," She scoffed as she approached the dark treeline. "Ah wonder why Celestia sent us all th' way out here... Ain't nothin but trees and hills out here." Other members of her family feared the dark woods that loomed just on the edge of the property they had been given by Princess Celestia. But she had no fear of the dark woods or what lay within. She was fast and cunning, and could either escape or fight anything that decided to pick a bone with her. She lifted her head and fearlessly strode into the woods with high hopes and higher expectations.

She didn't see the malevolent green eyes watching from the brush.

In all honesty, the Everfree Forest was beautiful in it's own right. She found herself distracted by the beautiful flora blooming all around her, coloring the brush with shades of purple and blue and yellow she had never seen before... Even her aunt, skilled in growing flowers and other plants, couldn't produce hues this deep and entrancing. She stopped to sniff experimentally at one particularly bright rose-looking plant. Her inner sense told her it was safe to eat, and she munched at the bud happily as she trotted on. Now and then, she would turn her head to the side to spit out a thorn.

All the while, the green eyes followed her movements, and she was surprisingly unaware of the rustling leaves and crackling of twigs and sticks around her. There was a stiff wind, so she likely attributed it to that. Still, she kept her head high, and even began to hum a joyful tune as she moved through the densely-wooded forest, looking for something that caught her interest. After a short few minutes walk into the previously-unexplored Everfree Forest, she hadn't found anything of interest, though she had munched on a few delicious plants now and then.

Before long, though, she began to notice the signs... The shadows inbetween the trees began to grow darker and deeper, and she became acutely aware of the snapping of branches and twigs off in the brush. The hackles on the back of her neck rose as she stopped in the middle of the thin trail, and she looked about warily.

"Hello?" She called quietly, looking into the deeper parts of the shadows... There, she saw something. Something that was alive, and it was moving...

A fully-grown timberwolf emerged from the dark shadows, it's green eyes blazing in the deep shadows between trees. Smith found her muscles frozen in light of the new predator. It was a wolf, a creature not uncommon in Equestria, but it was made almost entirely from fallen and dead branches, sticks, logs, and some evil, malevolent magic. She was frozen in place as the creature loomed over her, growling in a low, woody tone. Realization struck her in an instant as the beast lunged forward. Acting more from fear than anything else, she jolted forward, the pointed claws of the timberwolf raking the space she had just occupied not a second sooner. Fear and survival instinct fueled her movements as she thundered along the path, jumping logs and small creeks smoothly. She didn't look back, didn't even listen for the sounds of her pursuers as she fought through the underbrush and tangling vines.

She didn't even feel the thorns of the vines that bit into her coat, and didn't pay any heed to the roots that tripped her up now and then. She would stumble, regain her posture, and run even faster. She lost the path before long, and was soon fighting her way through the plants and tangling vines. Panting, lathered in sweat, feeling tired and fatigued, she finally drew to a halt in a small clearing, panting heavily as she fought to regain control of her burning, twitching muscles.

"Well..." She grunted, gulping lungfuls of air one after the other. "I guess I left 'em behind..." Granny lifted her head, sighing heavily as she fought to control the thundering pounding sensation in her chest. She winced as she felt the pinpricks digging into her skin, and took a moment to sit down and pick the thorns and prickers free. "Gosh darnint," She mumbled, rubbing a hoof over one particularly nasty cut in her flank. "Ah jes' had to pick the nastiest bush west of Trottingham to run inta..." As she plucked the thorn free from the tender flesh, something made her freeze. Was it a sound? No, she hadn't heard anything. Was it her imagination? She wasn't one for fanciful flights of imagination... She wasn't even very imaginative. No, there was something out there, and it set her on edge.

In a flash, she realized.

It was the smell.

"Oof!" Something impacted her side, sending her sprawling into the dirt. She tumbled head-over-hoof several times before landing on her side, only to be set upon by a firm, hard sensation. Looking up into the eyes of her attacker, all she was was the open maw, the pointed wooden teeth, and the stench of multiple enemies fallen prey to this vicious beast's stalking. Granny Smith closed her eyes, preparing for the last bow, readying herself for the end. In her mind, she saw her body, ravaged and torn to pieces, half-devoured by this voracious beast...

But it never came.

Instead, she felt the pulsing of air against her coat, heard the sniffing sound. Hesitantly, she opened her eyes, looking up at the beast... Only it's own head was piqued with curiosity. Hesitantly, it sniffed the air around her prone body, almost as if it were searching for something...

To her horror, she watched the beast's head lower itself down her prone form, snaking lower and lower as it sniffed the air more heavily. When she finally realized what it was the beast smelled, her insides turned to ice. "Hey!" She protested, her hooves falling to the beast's head, trying to push it away. "Get outta there!" The timberwolf growled at her, baring a hideous maw filled to the brim with sharp sticks and small logs, each of them pointed and gleaming with the thing's rancid saliva. Fear lanced through her, and she knew in that moment if she tried to stop it, it wouldn't hesitate to kill her then. Defeated, her let her hooves fall to the forest floor, resigning herself to her fate...

The thing had in it's mind just what she feared it did. Hesitantly, it's nose sniffed lower and lower down her body, until it buried itself between her haunches. She shuddered from revulsion and fear as the timberwolf buried it's nose into her marehood, sniffing directly at the source of the scent it had been searching. Not unlike a dog, it sniffed and huffed heavily as it's nose pressed against her most sensitive area, inhaling deep the scents of her unwilling arousal.

Arousal? In a flash, she realized. The thorn embedded in her side wasn't just any regular thorn... In fact, her entire body was heated from within by some strange poison, something alien and not supposed to be in pony blood. Her hoof pulled at the thorn, eager to yank it free, but just as she touched it, the thing came alive and wriggled deeper into her. Heat and desire radiated from the wound, filling her mind with something it shouldn't have been filled with.

Lust.

Lost in the haze of the thorn's poison, Granny Smith could do nothing but urge the beast on... She was not disappointed. It's nose soon gave way to a surprisingly slick and eager tongue, coated in a vile-smelling saliva that dripped and oozed from it's open maw. The smell washed over her face, and while she had originally found it repulsive and disgusting, something about it set her on edge... Her chest rose and fell heavily as she felt her own juices flow forth fast and freely. The timberwolf was spurred on, it's tongue lapping sloppily at her dripping hole. Shuddering and panting, Granny Smith surrendered to the firm sensation, her hooves digging into the loamy soil beneath her.

She wasn't even aware of the second wolf emerging from the bush. It's own nose sniffed the air experimentally, almost as if it were testing the waters. Hesitantly, it approached, though at the sound of a few gentle, low growls from the timberwolf buried between her thighs, it completed it's journey. Granny watched as the thing lowered it's head down to her stomach, hesitantly licking at her coat close to where the other timberwolf was servicing her.

It seemed, though, that they had other things in mind. Her own was overcome with the poison, and Granny Smith couldn't distinguish the right from wrong. As both timberwolves raised their heads in a long, loud howl, she felt excitement and desire flow fast and free through her entire body. She nodded and panted, eager for whatever it was they had in store for her. Her hooves dug into the soil, her own mind betraying her desire at the mercy of these viscous beasts.

Before long, three other timberwolves emerged from the brush around them, sniffing the air at the catch their fellows had made. Laying prone on the forest floor, Granny had no chance to defend herself. Then again, she really didn't want to... Chest rising and falling rapidly, she waited with no small sense of anticipation for what was to come...

Before she knew it, her mouth was invaded. She opened it willingly, and groaned as she felt the wood-like appendage dangling between the nearest wolf's legs press against her throat. It pulsed back and forth, punctuated by the heavy panting of the beast above her. The texture was not unlike chewing a twig or even a leaf, and the taste no different than a stalk of wheat. Then again, with the poison flowing into her veins, she couldn't help but grow more and more aroused by the pulsing, flexing thing in her mouth. Sap, thick and sticky like the stuff from pine trees, oozed into her mouth, tasting not unlike salt and pinecones. She swallowed it as best she could, drooling around the thick shaft in her maw. Meanwhile, another wolf positioned itself between her haunches, it's own member oozing thick, sappy cum onto her coat.

She had to gasp as she was penetrated. The edges of the thing's member were a lot more sharp than she thought they'd be, but the poison helped to dull the pain and enhance the pleasure. Her mouth opened willingly as another dripping cock was presented to her, and she suckled it's head eagerly. The thing between her legs set in on her with a rough, fast pace. The dog-like panting above her sent the things arousing, hot breath washing over her coat, and she sucked harder at the thing in her mouth.

Time and again, the timberwolves used and abused her, their filthy, arousing lengths filling her front, back, and maw. Her coat and her innards were thoroughly coated in the sticky, sap-like emissions, and when they were finally finished, panting and sprawled about her in various poses of exhaustion, the poison left her body. Sudden, horrific realization of what she had been subject to filled her mind. Free now of the poison, Granny was left to cope with the horrible reality...

Though, as she worked her tongue against the sticky bits and moved her numb legs, the young mare couldn't say she hated it... In fact, the texture and taste weren't entirely unwelcome. "Well," She gulped past a thick pocket of hardened cum. "That was... Different." Just as she rolled to her hooves, though, one of the nearby Timberwolves scrambled to it's paws in a flurry of snapping twigs and growls. She froze in place, wondering what the thing had planned for her. Without the poison to dull the pain from their horrific, wood-like members, she doubted she could deal with another round...

Then, with a gruff jerk of it's head, the thing turned it's back and left her in the clearing with four other exhausted timberwolves, it's tail flicking interestedly as it left her. She had no choice but to follow...

"Hey," She trotted to catch up with the beast, willing her numb legs to carry her faster. Feeling returned, though she could feel the sticky sap on her coat hardened to firmness. "Hey, where're you takin' me?" She asked. The thing just cast her a sidelong look before continuing on, following some unseen path. She followed after, determined to stick this out to the end... Before long, though, the timberwolf led her out of the forest and into another clearing.

Here, Granny Smith saw something she had never seen before.

"Oh wow."

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"An' that's the story of how Zap Apples came ta be." Granny Smith finished the story with a nod of her head, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.

"So, wait..." Applebloom shook her head in disbelief, trying hard not to blanch at the thought of her grandmother doing such... Dirty things. "We hafta send somepony to the timberwolves once every ten years, or they won' let us harvest the Zap Apples?"

"Yer darn tootin'." Applejack pushed her way into the room with a silly grin, looking down at Applebloom with a look she could she say didn't entirely approve of... "We send somepony once every ten years, as thanks fer what they did for us way back when." Applebloom nearly jumped as her sister intruded in on something she thought was so... Intimate. To her surprise, Big Mac wasn't far behind her.

"That doesn't seem nice... Ah mean, them things seem mean..."

"Aah, y'all get over it after the poison o' that thorn sets in." Applejack waved her off with a silly grin. Unless she was mistaken, though, Applebloom saw something else in that expression. "In fact, I dare say y'all start ta... Enjoy it." As Applejack turned her gaze down to her younger sister, Applebloom felt a sudden sense of dread and realization wash over her. She swallowed hard and looked up at her older sister and brother.

"How long has it been since anypony's been sent to the timberwolves?"

"Hmm... I don't know... How long's it been, granny?"

"Oh, about... Nine years I'd say."

"Eeyup." Big Mac nodded.

Applebloom swallowed.

"Does that mean..." She looked up at Applejack and Big Mac with tears in her eyes.

"Ah'm goin' out there next?"

"Eeyup."

"... Well... Maybe I'll get my cutie mark from it..."