Juicing the Apples

Making her way through the dim hall upstairs with agile feet, Fluttershy peered into each of the rooms along it. She knew exactly who the first two belonged to when she saw their taught blankets set aglow by the light of the moon, still secure and unmolested by their owners for the night. In the next room she saw a wrinkled, pale green face barely protruding from the large pillows surrounding it and a blanket pulled snugly up to its chin. She scowled at the sight and quickly turned away, knowing that the old mare’s juices were well past their prime and not worth the effort.

She lifted her muzzle into the air and sniffed, a sweet and delicious but very subtle scent traveling into her nose as she approached the final closed door. Turning the knob, she gazed down at the crude drawing posted in front of her which resembled the blue and gold insignia the filly inside had created with her friends. She then realized just how young the small pony really was, causing her to pause as the latch clicked open. She quickly shook the thought from her head and continued.

Apple Bloom lay wide awake on the bed and sat up as she heard the exhausted hinges of her door squeal and creak as it slowly moved forward. Pulling her soft, pale red blanket up over her shoulders, she peered to the door at her side, noticing a dark figure enter. She let out a gasp as she saw its phosphorescent eyes gaze towards her and struggled to get to the other side of her bed, kicking her feet and sprawling her arms. The figure lifted a finger up to its lips and gave a soft, loving hush in an attempt to calm her.

Noiselessly latching the door shut, the vampony turned back to face the frightened filly as she finally spoke. “Don’t be scared, Apple Bloom. It’s just me, Fluttershy.”

“Fluttershy?” the small pony asked curiously, trembling beneath her blanket. As her large, round eyes examined the unfamiliar figure, she thought to herself that the voice did sound exactly like that of the soft spoken mare.

“You…you don’t think I’m a monster do you?” Fluttershy questioned as she drew closer, causing the filly’s body to tense and freeze.

Apple Bloom relaxed marginally once the mare came out of the darkness and into view as she approached. Although masked by her supernatural aspects, Fluttershy’s distinct features could be seen along with an unsteady frown on her face. “Well…ah…uh…no. You’re still pretty much Fluttershy ah guess…you only eat a-apples right?”

The creature nodded her head and smiled appreciatively. “Thank you so much and yes, I only want the juice of Apples,” she giggled cutely as she sat down beside her.

“So um…was somethin’ happenin’ downstairs? Ah heard my brother and ah guess you makin’ some pretty weird noises,” the filly questioned.

“Oh, it’s nothing to worry about, sweetie,” the vampony assured her, gently patting a hand against her thin shoulder.

Apple Bloom shrugged in agreement and turned her scarcely illuminated, sunset colored eyes up at the mare. “At first ah thought it was mah sister comin’ back when the door opened…did she ever come home?”

Fluttershy grinned, showing the filly the full extent of her precise fangs. “Applejack is back and sound asleep. There’s no need to worry about that.”

“Whew!” Apple Bloom sighed as a growing smile appeared on her face. “So…what exactly are ya doin’ here, Fluttershy?”

“I was…thirsty and just couldn’t control it. Your brother and sister helped me, but I still don’t think they trust me and they shouldn’t. I…I was going to leave, but I’m still very thirsty,” the mare explained.

“But what’re ya doin’ in here…with me?”

The creature frowned once more, gazing down at her legs and rubbing her hands against the surface of the blanket beside them. “I’m not sure that Applejack and Big Mac understand me. I was really hoping you might, though.”

“Course ah do,” the filly affirmed with a nod. “Like ah said, you seem like the same old Fluttershy ta me.”

“Oh, thank you sweetie, but I’m not the same…I’m so sorry.” A small tear trickled from her devilish eye, unable to comprehend why she was doing this.

Apple Bloom quickly pulled her arm out from beneath the blanket and placed a small, comforting hand on Fluttershy’s, causing her to look up. “It’s okay…”

“You’re such a sweet, sweet filly,” Fluttershy whispered, turning her hand over and wrapping it around Apple Bloom’s.

“You’ve always been nice ta me. Why wouldn’t ah return the favor?” she stated sweetly.

“Too sweet…” the vampony mumbled, squeezing the filly’s hand as their eyes met. Apple Bloom’s cheeks grew as red as the eyes she stared into. “Do you mind if a lay down with you?” She nodded her head silently in agreement, sheepishly continuing the gaze.

As the mare rested beside her and slid the blanket up over her body, Apple Bloom gingerly rolled onto her side as a fluttering, excited sensation overcame her. The sensation grew even stronger as she felt the creature’s arms wrap around her. As Fluttershy’s body pushed up against the fleece of the pajamas on her back, the small pony gulped, realizing it had been bare the whole time. She was about to ask the reason when she was interrupted by Fluttershy’s hand rubbing up and down the soft material covering her stomach. Feeling the warm body push even closer to her own, Apple Bloom smiled contently as her eyes flickered shut.

Feeling soft lips touch lightly against her glowing cheek, the heart in the filly’s chest pounded heavily as Fluttershy’s hand glided across it. After sweeping her palm over Apple Bloom’s nearly flat breast, she gently squeezed one of her small nipples between two fingers. Trembling, the pony quietly let out an unsure and murmured moan as the vampony kneaded and pulled.

Gently unsnapping a few buttons, Fluttershy’s pushed her hand into the pajamas and brushed it through the filly’s soft fur before caressing her fingers against her now protruding nipple. Apple Bloom let out a small, elated gasp as she felt the other hand make its way down to her marehood, the fabric around it already dampened with her juices.

The young pony turned her head up at the mare. “Ah…ah think ah know what you’re doin a-and if ya are…I wanted ta say ah’m okay with it. Ah know ah’m supposed to be older…and doin’ it with some colt ah like, but ah’m alright with doin’ it with you.”

Another tear dripped down from the corner of the vampony’s eye and soaked into her fur as she stroked a finger up and down her small slit through the fleece. The motion caused Apple Bloom to let out another moan, this time much more confidently as she felt the new but very enjoyable sensation. Pulling her hand away from the filly’s chest, she wrapped it around her chin and moved their snouts together, locking them into a kiss as two streams of tears trickled down her face. Delightfully closing her eyes, the filly never noticed the tears and instead only felt the pleasing touch of the pony’s soft lips as they easily wrapped around her small mouth. She breathed a moan into Fluttershy’s mouth when the sensation in her marehood elevated as the creature’s finger massaged in a circular motion around her clitoris, causing her eyes to shoot open and look up at her curiously.

Feeling the pjs wetting further from Apple Bloom’s young juices, Fluttershy broke the kiss and smiled, her tears hidden by her fur and the darkness. “You’re just enjoying yourself. It’s completely normal,” she assured.

“I-it does feel r-really good,” the young pony shuddered lovingly. This caused the creature to grin, all thoughts of her normal-self disappearing as she unsnapped the buttons that held the pajamas in place around Apple Bloom’s marehood. Pushing her hand inside, her fingers made contact with the filly’s small vulva and then slid up and down her exceptionally tight slit. Gently pushing the tip of her finger between its lips, she once again moved up and down, loosening it up while gathering the young filly’s thin juices.

Apple Bloom moaned softly and grasped the vampony’s wrist as she felt her fingers tease around the tiny bump. She yelped as she it was squeezed and a small stream of nectar squirted outwards. Her innocent eyes once again turned upward to Fluttershy’s caring face.

“That means you’re really enjoying it,” she giggled, sensually brushing her body against the filly’s as she pushed a finger inside. She grasped a hand against Apple Bloom’s small but shapely flank, her own juices now beginning to flow and soak into the pony’s pjs.

Apple Bloom gasped blissfully and looked intimately up into the creature’s eyes as her finger slid in and out of the saturated hole. “Ah…ah think ah love ya Fluttershy.”

“Love me?” Fluttershy repeated curiously, pausing her thrusts.

“Yeah…and not just because a this. You’ve been really great ta me. So kind and sweet, and I’m always excited for when ya get ta babysit me. You take great care a me, maybe even better than my sis.”

The vampony quickly pulled her hand away from the filly’s crotch, unable to control the tears that once again trickled down her face. “I’m so sorry, Apple Bloom,” she cried sincerely, the red pigment in her irises seemingly washing away with the salty drops. The memories of how much she cared for the filly’s livelihood along with that of the Apple family filled her head.

Apple Bloom’s eyes widened with worry as she gazed down at the weeping mare. “Are you okay? Did ah do somethin’ wrong?” Not receiving an answer, her eyes then fixated onto the otherworldly site before her. The pony’s bat-like features transformed and shrank back to their normal size and feather after feather sprouted from her bare wings.

Fluttershy silently rolled away from the small pony and shielded her face with her hands as she continued to weep, the glistening juices from the unthinkable act dripping down her fingers. “I-I just can’t believe I did such a thing,” she whimpered shamefully.

The filly shook her head with confusion, unable to comprehend what had just happened. She widened her mouth to speak but before she could, the door swung upon, crashing into the wall with a deafening smack. Both their bodies jolted at the sudden noise and they blinked perplexedly as the room filled with light. Fluttershy peered her brimming eyes up at the two freed captives, their bodies still bare, unable to cloth themselves in their rush to find the vampony.

With a scowl on her reddening face, Apple Bloom’s big sister stomped over to the bed and throttled her hands around the weeping mare’s neck before dragging her from beneath the blanket and tossing her to the floor. As her back slammed into the hard wooden floor below, the air in Fluttershy’s lungs expelled with a quick wheeze.

“Were ya really doin’ what ah think you were ta her?” the cowpony growled, stepping over the defenseless mare and glaring down at her.

“Yes!” Fluttershy cried, breaking out into a sob. With her suspicions confirmed, Applejack raised her hand high into the air and firmly brought it back down, her palm connecting with the mare’s soft cheek, causing her to yelp. The loud slap and shriek resonating through her head, Apple Bloom jumped from the bed and charged at her sister with a fisted hand, pushing it hard into her stomach.

The mare grimaced and hunched forward with pain. “What the hay are you doin?” she howled.

“She didn’t do nothin’ wrong, AJ! …and ah liked it!” the small pony asserted.

“You liked it? You’re still a filly! You don’t need to be likin’ that till much later.”

“Ah love her, AJ…” her sister mumbled.

“Now just…ya love her?” she questioned, turning her gaze back to the sobbing pony who’s tears dripped from her fur and onto the glossy finish of the floor. “What kinda spooky, supernatural trickery did ya use on her? Mind control, hypnosis? You’re disgustin!” she hissed, savagely spewing a wad of spit onto the pony’s face. “Right, Big Mac?”

He scowled and crossed his large arms before mumbling an angry “Eeyup!” Then watched as his sister gave the mare another smack.

“Back off sis!” Apple Bloom howled, tears spilling from her eyes as she grabbed the cowpony’s strong wrist and attempted to push it away from the helpless body lying upon the ground.

“I jus’ can’t believe you’re still defendin her’ after what she did!” she argued, easily shaking the small hand from her arm.

“It wasn’t her fault!” she wailed, stomping a hoof against the floor and tightening her fists. “She…well…she! It wasn’t really her doin’ it. It was the vampony! Flutterbat! She’s Fluttershy now!”

“No, it really was me, I remember every last minute of it,” Fluttershy wept, her naked body shuddering at the thought as she rubbed a hand against her bruising cheek. “I could’ve stopped it. I just wasn’t strong enough! I deserve this, every single bit.”

The infuriated cowpony raised a ferocious hand once more as if gladly obliging to the pony’s wants, but hesitated as she brought it back down. Her fiery scowl quivered, slowly transforming into a weak frown. “Damn it! My sis is right, Fluttershy…I’m still pissed and always will be, but ah can’t be mad at you, sugarcube. Ah can only hold a grudge against the monster ah created…and myself,” she shrugged sullenly and offered her friend a hand. “Ah’m the one who’s sorry, ta all of ya. It’s my fault, none a yours.”

“But Applejack,” Fluttershy pleaded sympathetically, as the mare’s sturdy hand wrapped around her own.
“Shush, none a that,” she whispered in response as she pulled the pony to her hooves. “Even after all that, you’re still tryin’ ta make me feel good,” she then cooed, giving the delicate mare a friendly pat on the back and apologizing once more.

Fluttershy sniffled and wiped a hand over the soft lashes of her eyes. “I’m sorry too,” she mumbled. “I should’ve been able to control myself.”

“Its fine, sugarcube. You’re stronger than ya think. Ah’m not sure even ah…or even RD for that matter could control somethin’ supernatural like that, and you know us. Now let’s get dressed and head on over ta Twilight’s. There’s gotta be somethin’ else we can try,” the cowpony stated, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and leading her out of the room.

“Isn’t it a bit early?” Fluttershy asked softly, her teal eyes gazing up to her friend.

“She’ll understand. Somethin’ like this can’t wait.”

The other two Apples stood in stunned silence as the pair turned down the hall, the well-used but sturdy floor creaking ever so slightly beneath their hooves. Soon, the two silent Apples were joined by another, this one much louder and more rambunctious.

“What the hay is goin’ on in here?” Granny Smith groaned, feebly making her way into the room and gazing at the filly and then the stallion. She squinted her wrinkled eyelids at his body before widening them and revealing the full degree of her orange irises. “And why ain’t ya wearin’ clothes there, Big Mac? I don’t wanna be lookin’ at that naked rump a yours!”

“Eeyup!” he agreed with a blush, looking down at his body. “…and we gotta talk after, Granny…ah uh…ah’ll tell ya what happened.”