A dark figure of a mare, draped with a cloak that made it impossible to identify her, trotted away from the perimeter of the Everfree Forest. She was carrying a small basket in her mouth.
It was near midnight and the citizens of Ponyville were already deep in slumber in the warmth of their houses. Despite the stillness and silence of the night, the mare was tense and cautious as she made her way through the outskirts of the town and onto the grounds of Sweet Apple Acres. She relaxed after she made it to the vast tracts of the farmlands.
The hooded mare slipped into the distinctive red barn of Sweet Apple Acres and closed the door behind her. She took off the cloak, revealing an adult mare with orange fur, yellow mane tied in a ponytail, and three red apples adorning her supple but firm flank. The cloak, along with the basket, dropped to the floor of the barn unceremoniously.
Waiting for her was a well-built stallion with red fur and long yellow mane. He walked over to the orange pony and nuzzled her gently.
“Y’okay?”
“Sure am. Are ya worried about me?” Applejack returned the gesture, their lovingly necks crossed against each other. Her big brother’s body warmed Applejack’s, which was slightly cold from the night air.
Big Macintosh moved his head back slightly so his muzzle could touch Applejack’s hear. He playfully nibbled on Applejack’s left ear.
“That tickles!”
Her brother ignored her protestation and continued nibbling and licking Applejack’s ear, sending a sensation that made the mare twitch.
“H-Hey, stop that!”
Applejack gently pushed Big Mac away from her. He grinned coyly.
“Please?”
“Y’wanna go at it again? Geez, save yer energy for t’morrow, you big lug,” scoffed Applejack, “wouldn’t want Granny Smith and Applebloom to hurt themselves workin’ too hard because yer too tired plowin’ me ‘stead of fields!”
Applejack suddenly felt a bit of guilt and sadness but she quickly shook it off. It was too late to turn back.
“Anyway, let’s get ta business.”
Applejack picked up the basket from where she dropped it. She very carefully took the piece of cloth that was covering it to reveal a few blossoming flowers, their vibrant blue contrasting against the barn’s earthy colors.
Poison Joke, a harmless but annoying flower that had played pranks on her and her friends just a few months prior. Back then, she was too busy, confused, and (although she would never admit it) a bit scared to think about the implications of her transformation. But after she had enough time, she had realized that it was the perfect answer to her wildest dreams.
Therefore, she had made a plan. First, she had consulted Zecora and learned that Poison Joke trick was indeed consistent for everypony (as Zecora had found out by experience). Then, she had worked tirelessly, gathering more bits than she ever had and used a significant amount to apply for insurance. The rest would be given directly to her family.
She had chosen tonight to enact the main part of her plan. It hadn’t been chosen for any special reason, but simply because her passion would consume her sooner than later, growing larger with each passing day. Therefore, although it was not without regret, she had to act tonight.
“Y’ready?”
“Eeyup!”
“Well, here goes nothin’”
Applejack took one stem of flower with her mouth, the one with the most luscious blue and healthiest petals, and chewed on it. Just as Zecora had said, the effect kicked in much faster by consumption rather than mere physical contact. Applejack could feel her body shrinking smaller and smaller with each passing second, the barn and her brother growing much larger in her sight accordingly.
Just in a few seconds, Applejack had stopped shrinking and was left a bit disoriented. Currently smaller than even the basket with the rest of the Poison Jokes, she examined herself in awe. The size should be perfect for her plan.
Big Macintosh approached her, his already big body seemed absolutely gigantic to Applejack, making her hot and bothered. She could see deep, burning passion in her brother’s eyes, reflecting her own. It was just as she always imagined in her fantasies, only much more real and, of course, better.
The red stallion lowered his head to get a better look at her now tiny sister.
“Sis…AJ…yer so beautiful,”
“Big Mac…take me now!”
Big Mac’s wet and hot tongue slithered out of his mouth and licked Applejack’s whole body. The mare moaned in pleasure, feeling her brother’s hot saliva coating her body. Applejack positioned herself so her brother’s tongue can hit all the right spots. When the second lick came and wetted Applejack, ecstasy filled every nerve in her body. She closed her eyes and moaned as the licks kept coming, wetting every inch of her body.
As the passion built up in her body reached its peak, Applejack couldn’t hold it any longer and let out a scream of pure pleasure.
Big Mac grinned happily, having brought her sister to climax in record time. But it was all just the beginning.
“Ready for the main part?,” said Big Mac.
“Yes! Yes! Oh for Celestia’s sake, yes!”
Big Macintosh gently picked up AJ’s body – now wet, warm, and slightly slippery – and looked at her. Her adorable little sister, so beautiful, so vulnerable. Her eyes showed her deep, fiery lust. His already raging stallionhood grew even harder, so close to bursting his lovejuice even without physical stimulation. She gave him an enthusiastic nod, which he returned.
He kissed Applejack. They consumed their last kiss, tongues interlocking and massaging to imprint the sensation in their memory evermore.
At long, long, last their lips parted. Big Mac gave a final quick peck on Applejack’s horsey lips. She smiled sweetly. Such a pretty little angel, surrendered to her fate, never seen before.
Big Mac opened his mouth wide. Applejack smiled gleefully. The situation reminded her of one of Pinkie’s songs.
It's not very far
Just move your little rump
You can make it if you try with a hop, skip and jump
A hop, skip and jump,
Just move your little rump,
A hop, skip and jump!
Hop, skip, and jump. Big Mac gulped to help push his sister down her throat.
Then, her regrets, her doubts, her guilt, were washed away as she fell into darkness and felt the pressure of her brother’s hot and silky esophagus pushing against every inch of her body. She came and yelled in pleasure, her voice muffled by the moving muscles of Big Mac’s throat. Applejack simply hoped that her brother could feel the taste of her lover embrace deep inside him.
Applejack finally passed through the esophagus and fell into the warm embrace of Big Mac’s bubbling stomach acid. The acidic smell would have normally made her nose shrivel, but as she knew this would be the only time she get to experience the feeling of being one with her brother, so instead she inhaled the putrid smell as she bathed in the mixture of her brother’s half-digested dinner and stomach acid.
The acidity began to embrace her body. It was pleasantly ticklish and warm at first.
It felt especially good on her ‘mare’s parts’; seeping deeper and deeper and filling her pink labyrinth with the brownish remains of the apple pie Big Mac had for dinner. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever tried before.
And it made her very happy.
She screamed as hard as she can. She didn’t know if her feelings would reach Big Mac or not, but she believed it would. Perhaps not by words, but as her skin and flesh melted and digested, she would live by Big Mac’s side forevermore. Her body would be broken down into nutrients that would reinvigorate her brother’s body. Just thinking about that made Applejack yelled in pleasure once more.
“Brother…IAh love ya, Brother…I’ll be in you, forever! FOREVER!”
The acid worked its way through Applejack, dissolving her fur and flesh. The mare helped, peeling and shaking off chunks of flesh from her body. She giggled happily when she could finally see the white of her bone through the flesh and veins. The pain was barely noticeable trough the filter of mind-numbing pleasure.
When the acid started to bite into her internal organs and making it hard for her to even breath, she surrendered herself to the bubbling acid of her big brother. Applejack closed her eyes – not that it made any difference, the darkness was total and unrelenting inside a stallion’s body – and finally let herself go, both in body and mind.
The darkness was a soft embrace; the pain was relieving.
She had wasted her life away, working like a mule for the sake of ponies she didn’t really care about in the end. She should have done this much sooner, becoming one with her true love, for once and for all.
Applejack was no more; there was only Big Macintosh.