Applejack the Incest Crazed Necrophiliac

by Dracoliat

Rating: mature
Tags: Little Strongheart, Applejack, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Braeburn
Length: 1556

Applejack is extremely honest.

Applejack is the element of honesty, and therefore will not lie. But is it a lie, if no one ever asks?

Inspiration comes from this story http://www.fimfiction.net/story/11399/1/Fluttershy-the-Necrofillyphile/
Made by mrhappyface

If you like this check that one out!

Published 2012-02-22 08:34:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-02-22 08:34:01 UTC

Chapter 1

"Ah Applejack, there you are!" the sheriff of Appleloosa exclaimed shaking Applejacks hoof heartily. "If only we could meet under better circumstances, we could catch up."

"Uh ya, so about this here letter," the orange pony said holding up a letter that had a single large word printed on it, URGENT.

"Well didn't you read the other side of the letter?" The kind sheriff asked as Applejack facehoofed.

"Ya I did," she said as she turned it over showing the same big red word on the other side of the mail.

The sheriff stood there dumbfounded for a second before yelling, "Derpy you're fired!!!"

From a nearby boring gray building came an audible, "I just don't know what went wrong." As a unremarkable pegasus flew out the front before smashing head first into one of the columns causing it to almost crush a passerby.

"Anyways, back to the matter on hand. Applejack, your cousin, braeburn is dead." The sheriff said sincerely as he took of his hat.

"Oh that's terrible," Applejack said, a tiny grin coming into her face. "How did he die?" she asked curiously.

"Well, we conveniently captured it on video, amazing I know. So here sit down and watch," he said as he passed Applejack a bit of popcorn.

A large white projector screen lit up with a blue screen before a Fluttershy appeared on screen, she breathed deeply and let out a soft, "yay." No doubt leftover from her brief modeling career. But this was quickly overshadowed by a boring soundtrack.

"As you can see, it was just an average running of the buffalo," the sheriff said as hundreds of buffalo passed through the orchard on the screen and took a pie at the end. "Then, it happened," he continued as he pointed at the chief buffalo running as the last one to make sure a single strangler who was five times the size of a normal buffalo kept up. The camera just focused on the fat buffalo as it passed the camerapony. "He likes the pie a bit to much," the sheriff said continuing his running commentary.

Quickly approaching the camerapony was the chief, her ran past without incident and the camera followed him, presenting a rather unflattering angle of his large flank. At the end of the run was Braeburn with a single pie left, he leaned out to give it to the chief before a single horn impaled him. A bloodchilling scream erupted through the town as everypony flinched. "Wait a second, this is a non sound movie!" the sheriff yelled out loud.

A pony quickly answered with, "sorry, put my tongue on the stove, won't happen again."

With that settled their attention returned to the movie which had changed angles to one shot from the air. On the chiefs horn was a gasping Braeburn, a bloody trail following him. Finally the chief noticed the obstruction to his sight and tossed him aside. The film stopped suddenly as the film ran out.

"Ok, I've seen enough, but what you reckon I can do 'bout it?" Applejack asked concerned.

"Well, maybe you could try to talk to the buffalo, because we tried talking but only made things worse. They're attacking at the crack of dawn tomorrow..." The sheriff admitted, hanging his head in shame.

"Ya'll aren't very good at solving your own problems, are ya?" Applejack commented as the sheriff grinned sheepishly. "Oh fine, I'll help, but first you have to show me where me cousin is buried.

"Of course, right this way," the sheriff said politely as he led the farmer pony throughout Appleloooooooosa, eventually ending up in the small cemetery. There, a recently dug up and replaced patch of dirt showed the freshness of his grave. On Braeburn's head stone it read, 'he died because a buffalo was too horny.'

"I'll talk to 'em tonight after a quick rest." Applejack stated as she walked back towards the local salt hole, where she would waste her afternoon gambling the few bits she had left and drinking drinks.

*****

The sun had set about three hours ago and the entire town was abandoned, the entire street was empty from every stallion and mare as she quietly made her way to the graveyard to pay her final respects.

After only a minute or two of walking she arrived at the graveyard and bent down towards the fresh dirt. "To bad I couldn't do this while you were alive huh?" Applejack said as her hooves dug into the dirt. She dug like that for half an hour before she finally struck the wooden coffin, and sure enough inside was Braeburn.

Before she could focus on what she was doing Applejack hoisted his limp body out of the deep hole before using her powerful hooves to re-situate the dirt she had displaced. Her teeth sunk gently into his cold clothing as she hoisted him onto her back and prepared for a journey deep into the desert.

Far out of sight from the town of appleloosa and any other civilization, Applejack finally put down the dead weight on her back and admired her own cunning.

Finally after admiring enough she started, her lips planting a single kiss on his dead lips as her hoofs daftly removed the few articles of clothing he was wearing and tossed them into the wind. His left eye had a strange look to it. But as the orange pony got closer to it, a large amount of puss came out from his pupil, some of it spraying onto her face. But with a single daft movement Applejack tugged the infected eye out of it's socket and slowly squeezed it dry of any remaining puss or liquid leaving a yellow-whitish residue on her hoof.

Her hoof quickly found it's mark as the residue rubbed of on her clit, using her cousins dead eye puss as a lubricant. Her mouth found his manhood relatively easily, but it was honestly nothing impressive, as the blood flow that gives erections had long been cut off. But Applejack was not interested in this part. Fervently her orange hoof felt around her until she found a large rock like she was hoping for. Standing up, Applejack raised the rock high into the air only to bring it down again on Braeburn's previously existing manhood. A loud and wet crunch was easily audible as his pelvis was crushed under the weight of the rock and Applejack's combined strength, but this was still only a means to an end.

As Applejack grabbed Braeburn's leg to begin her next phase a familiar voice called out to her. "Applejack is that you?" the orange pony spun around completely shocked only to find Little Strongheart watching curiously.

"What are you doing Applejack?" she asked curiously but before Applejack could mutter out an explanation, the small buffalo walked up to her and planted a kiss on her lips. "Do you think we can share?" she asked kindly

"Uh sure, more fun with more isn't that right Braeburn?" Applejack asked the disfigured body before once again grabbing his leg. She asked the small buffalo to hold his hoof tightly and as soon as she complied, Applejack kicked the kneecap as hard as she could. The lower leg's bone punctured straight through the skin, glistening in the moonlight slightly from the remaining blood that still clung to it.

Applejacks vagina instantly became wet at the sight of the bone protruding from it's natural position. Without any hesitation, Applejack walked over to the bone and carefully slid it into her wet and lubricated cunt, the bone feeling like a giant dick as it rubbed along the top of her cunt. Its edges causing her body to be rocked in pure pleasure before that small buffalo approached her again and began to kiss her passionately. Then Applejack noticed how wet she and her new partner both were and she dismounted the knee bone. Pushing her down painfully, Applejack brought her tiny partner closer to her as they're pussy's rubbed softly against each other at first but Applejack had many different plans as she felt Little Strongheart give a not so little orgasm. "That was amazing Applejack... Applejack?" the little buffalo asked as her orange partner made no response.

The answer came from behind her, "it was pretty great, but it's even better when you don't need to worry about them." With that the same rock that had shattered Braeburn's pelvis, cracked open Little Strongheart's head just as easily. A satisfying crunch announcing her victory and new toy. But before she could enjoy it, Applejack noticed the sun was rising and memory flashed back to her to what she was supposed to be doing.

Hoping she wasn't to late Applejack ran towards the buffalo camp only to find it abandoned with a note saying, "of to kill some ponies, back later." The orange pony's steps quickly became frantic and irregular galloping as she followed the large trail of hoofprints left behind by the buffalo. But of in the distance, the sound of thunder came as the battle ensued, and a few minutes later Applejack looked on a battlefield. Nopony or buffalo had survived, all because she had screwed her dead cousin.

"Oh well, I got plenty of new toys," Applejack commented to herself.