Ch. 2-A P. 2: Her Honey

Harvest pouted softly. "Awhh don't be like that Applejack."  She roped her arms along Applejack's neck, leaning her lips tightly to Applejack's.  Applejack eye's widened as her cheeks burned hotly to her taste. She felt repulsed by Sophist's advances, then she lunged like a timberwolf to the flutter-pony, kissing her passionately. The taste of her spit... like apple pollen honey. She thirsted for more. Sophist's wings flared out, curling around A.J as the two feverishly exchanged their saliva and tongue. Applejack felt the flutter pollen tickle her fur, and as she inhaled the tiny fluffs of pollen her hooves shuddered softly.

She nestled closer to Harvest, unaware that Harvest had been gently guiding Applejack on her brother's torso. She unwrapped her wings from the cowmare and trailed one of her hooves past Applejack's mons. A.J's eyes winced to the touch of Harvest's hoof sliding along her labia. She arched her hoof to go deeper in, but Applejack twitched sporadically to the effort.

"I'm sorry Jackie... maybe this would be better?" Sophist whispered.

Craning her muzzle to A.J's slit, Sophist extended her tongue like a practice dick and plunged it into her marehood. Applejack moaned softly. She patted her head against her sleeping brother's chest. Secretly Sophist had laced her saliva, and was painting A.J's vagina in a libido-inducing aphrodisiac.

With the drug seeping into her tender sex, fruitless waves of Apple's juice coated the flutter-pony's muzzle as her tongue glands increased the concentration. Applejack moaned in desperation, Harvest's tongue was losing its effectiveness, she needed something more... something thicker.

"I-I can't take it no more." Applejack pleaded. "I need something... bigger." She admitted.

"Is that so Jackie... then why don't you go help yourself?" Sophist grinned darkly. Greedily, Applejack didn't even wait for Sophist to move before getting up on Big Macintosh. She slid his whole meat into her slit. Applejack leaned her muzzle to Sophist's and tauntingly played with her tongue as she rode her brother. Big Mac's head shot up as his tortured member happily oozed precum, and he lowered his head back blissfully as his swelling meat was finally attended to.

He grimaced as he felt his member be squeezed so tightly, the unusual girth of his member still lingered in the depths of his mind, even as his body involuntarily shivered in ecstasy. It lingered until he felt his chest stiffen. He tried to move,  but his muscles didn't respond. He was frozen in place, then he felt it.

It was a culmination of all of his nerves flaring in pain, like a searing flame had ignited his flesh. His vision faded. Then every color beamed in clarity.

His legs tensed. Then they stretched in length.

His tongue and lips became numb. Then his teeth pointed and his tongue was coated in a stringy mucus.

Finally, his spine pushed outward as he felt new bone develop and harden. His ribs, now thick armor had melded to his stiffened chest.

The ringing from his ears faded as the sound of his lover and sister resonated within his new form just in time for him to notice, he had been ejaculating throughout the whole metamorphosis.

"Big Macintosh!" Applejack lustily cried. She was unable to slip out of her brother in time. Her womb was bulging with cum.