You stare out the window as you take the last drag of your smoke. The winter wind howls loudly and your view is obstructed by a thick blank of snow coming down endlessly, yet despite the bad weather, you see your shed. You sigh and exhale the last of your smoke and feel a bit of depression wash over you.

"Only one in there," you groan as you dump the butt into a soda can.

one. Specifically one pony in the shed. no longer two. You miss having multiple mares locked up in that place, and most importantly, you miss Derpy. Now that she was gone, you've constantly been thinking about her, realizing you never got to enjoy her to the fullest. You hold your ribs with your free hand, reminiscing about the beating she gave you when you first threatened her daughter, and the final fight which sadly ended with her own daughter accidently ending her life. With her gone, you've found yourself no long sexually interested in Dinky, as she was just your main motivation for mentally abusing Derpy. Instead now she just walks around the home freely and watches t.v. or play video games in the basement with Applebloom, and at the same time she actively avoids talking to Applejack.

Your hand flexes in pain and your teeth grind as you think of Applejack. Despite being the best piece of ass you've ever had, she's caused so many problems for you. First was when she fucked you up so badly, your hand was in a cast, to her ultimately being the reason Dinky went rogue and tried to free her mother, and lastly slapping Fluttershy in the face sometime ago. You didn't find out the latter until you overheard Dinky talking to Fluttershy about Applejack hitting her, before you stepped in and got Fluttershy herself to spill the beans on the matter. She told you without hesitation and since then, you've been sitting on the information, unsure of how to punish Applejack.

Movement from the floor above catches your attention. You look behind you and see Fluttershy sitting on the couch, petting the cat while it sleeps in place. She initially doesn't see you, but after a few seconds she looks up and flashes a smile at you. You smile back and see that pendent you got her, hanging freely around her neck as she does, causing you to swell with pride as you know she is fully yours, feeling your anger ebb away for a moment. It doesn't last though as you hear movement above you again. Your eyes peer up and you wonder how Applejack is doing. When she came down earlier while you were fucking Fluttershy on the couch, you could tell she looked tired and haggard. No doubt unable to sleep that well thanks to her finally coming into terms that it was her actions that got Derpy killed, she's been distant and quiet, barely talking to anyone else in the house. You would put her in her rightful place and fuck her relentlessly, however you're still sated from fucking Fluttershy not long ago.

Actually... not quite.

Your once broken hand flexes again, telling you that even if rutting her like a common animal maybe out of the picture, finger fucking her with the hand she once broke would work just as well. Your smile deepens and you feel a twitch in your loins below, solidifying your next course of action. Looking away from the window, you turn and walk through the living room towards the stairs.

"I'm going upstairs to *talk* to Applejack for a bit," you tell Fluttershy as you walk by.

"Okay," Fluttershy replies with a small smile on her face and focuses solely on her cat.

You say nothing more as you ascended the stairwell and as you reach the top, you notice Applejack walking into the room where she and the kids usually sleep, until she stops and looks over to you. With her looking at you, you notice her eyes are droopy with noticeable bags under them and her pupils are a dull bloodshot red.

"You look like shit," You chuckle as you walk down the hall.

She just grumbles in return and walks into the room, before hoisting herself up on the bed.

"Got nothing to say today? You usually tell me to go fuck myself or threaten to break my hand again," You add on as you bring up your hand in front of your face and flex it a bunch.

"I'm too tired to deal with you," she finally responds without looking back at you.

"Aww, what's wrong? Finally coming into terms with the fact that your actions are why Dash is alone in that shed?" You mock as you enter the room and close the door behind you.

She quickly tenses up and her eyes dart between the door and you, knowing full well you're about to have your way with her.

"Or did you realize your faults when Dinky no longer talks to you?" You finish as you sit on the bed.

She tries to move further down the bed away from you, but doesn't get far as you reach up and gently grip her bad leg.

"please... I just want to sleep," she begs as a hint of desperation starts to show on her voice.

"Do you deserve sleep?" You ask as you pull her leg, causing to her to eep with pain as you pull her closer to you. "What about Derpy, who is currently sleeping forever?"

"Stop talking about it," she begs as you hover your body over hers.

Her breathing starts to increase and visual panic starts to show. her tired eyes are frantically looking between you and the hand on her leg. Most likely scared she's about to get hurt for her actions, you smirk at her.

"Do you deserve sleep?" You ask again as you let go of her leg and quickly reach up to grab her throat, keeping her pinned to the bed.

Her legs flail under you as you realize she is trying to kick you, but thankfully you've been kicked enough times by these ponies that you keep your lower body just out of their reach.

"Let... go of me," she whines as she brings her hooves up to your hand in order to attempt to pry them off.

You don't let her get far as you bring up your free hand and cup it against the warm space between her legs.

"Sonuva... why can't you just leave me alone!?" her voice cracks under the strain of your hand.

"You haven't slept for a few nights now so cut the bullshit," You tell her as you lower your face to hers. "How can you sleep anyway, after what has happened?"

This time you don't get an answer as she continues to struggle against your hand. You ease up your hand around her neck and simply rest it against her chest, causing her to calm slightly, but not enough as you begin to rub your fingers up and down her dry pussy.

"I'm still waiting for answers to my questions you know," you tell her.

"Can we not talk about it? I know I bucked up so stop rubbing it in!" she whines as her lips tremble.

You know that look; she's on the verge of crying. You just need a little more of a push.

"Then how about you answer this instead; tell me why you hit Fluttershy," you decided to change gears and hopefully put her down a more angry path.

She sniffles a bit, almost like she's trying regain her composure, but with your hand on her cooch, you can tell it's distracting her.

"B-because she deserved it for being tricked by you," she finally answers, her expression turning into a snarl.

"There is no trickery here, she's just smarter then you when it comes to adapting," You answer as you move your hand back up to her chin and grip it, pinching her cheeks in the process. "She listens and gets what she wants and didn't even protest me in the slightest when i told her I was coming up to *talk* to you."

"Screw you, you were gonna come up here regardless of what she said!" she snaps in return as she tries to close her legs around your hand.

The effort proves useless as you slip a few fingers into her snatch.

"True," you answer with a nod of your head. "But it was dependent on how she answered. If she wanted me to Really punish you, you would be moving your ass back into that shed."

She tensed and her tired eyes go wide as you bring up that place.

"You would be locked to the same chain that Derpy was on, right on top of the pool of blood that she left behind," You tell her, your voice lowering as your fingers move deeper into her. "Don't worry though, that spot was cleaned up with a lot of bleach so it's only a big white spot on the floor."

She doesn't answer you at all, no doubt her mind racing with thoughts.

"You're lucky I don't have any interest moving the kids out there since you're the one that deserves the punishment, so we'll settle this a different way."

Before she can answer, you move your hand away from her face and slap it hard. Her body tenses as her head jerks to the side and her eyes stare absentmindedly at the wall, before they look back up at you again. She barely reconnects her line of sight before you follow up with a backhand to her other cheek.

"Son of a..." she curses.

"You hit Fluttershy, so it's only fitting..." You say.

You slap again.

"That your punishment is this."

You slap again, getting harder.

"Stop hitting me!" she looks up at you with pure hatred.

You slap again. her cheeks are turning red.

"Stop. Hitting. Me!" She gets louder.

You slap again with much more force.

This time she doesn't say a word and brings her hoof up to her sore cheek, no doubt rattled by the increased intensity.

"You deserve worse then this," you tell her.

You slap twice with another increase in strength.

This time she quivers and tries to block your onslaught, but it proves useless as you move her hoof away and backhand her in quick succession.

"P-please stop it," her voice starts to shake as she tries to block you again.

You slap again before she properly guards.

Every time you slap her, her pussy clenches around your fingers, exciting you further as you finger her faster.

"Please," she begs further, that pure hatred she once had in her eyes turns into fear and sadness.

"No," you tell her coldly.

You slap again and her eyes start to water.

No response as it's silent for a moment.

You slap again and she instead opts to cover her face in order to fruitlessly hide herself.

"Good, start crying for me, maybe you'll start to realize this is your fault," you tell her.

You slap again.

She whimpers and quakes.

You slap again.

Nothing but fear shows in her eyes as her breathing quickens.

"This is your fault," you repeat.

You slap again, and again, and again, and again... until after a few minutes, your arm grows too tired to hit her no more. Her face is now red and her cheeks are swollen from the endless barrage she weathered and one of her eyes is closed from a stray slap that connected during some point. The fingers in her cooch are a bit from wet from the constant fingering you were giving her, however you feel no sexual drive to go away further.

"I think that's enough punishment for now," you say as your bring up your wet fingers and rub them together. "I'll finish this later on."

Her body trembles as she curls her legs to her chest. She doesn't look at you, and continues to sniffle and pout while holding her sore cheeks.

"I expect an answer later on by the way," You add in as you raise up from the bed. "If you don't give me an answer, I'll do this again."

You finally open the door and then exit the room before you look behind you and see Applejack starting to cry with her face in her hooves. Sometimes simple abuse is the most effective way to break a mare.

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