Lesson Applejack

Chapters

1. Applejack Confesses Hidden Feelings For Rainbow Dash
7. Applejack Makes Fluttershy Feel Loved
2. Applejack And Twilight Have A Theological Discussion
3. Applejack Gives Big Mac Advice On His Relationship
4. Applejack Bonds With Her Siblings
5. Applejack Thanks Rarity For Her Thoughtful Gift
6. Applejack And Pinkie Pie Share A Common Bond
8. Applejack Encourages Spike To Embrace His Desires
9. Applejack Helps Scootaloo Loosen Up
10. Applejack Takes A Moment To Reflect On Family
11. Applejack Lets The Timberwolves Out
12. Applejack Jams Out With Her Friends
13. Applejack Relaxes At The Spa
14. Applejack Racks Up The Points
15. Applejack Cheerfully Dooms Equestria
16. Applejack Gets A Makeover
17. Applejack Lives Murderously Ever After

1. Applejack Confesses Hidden Feelings For Rainbow Dash

Applejack adjusted the red helmet she was wearing instead of her usual cowgirl hat, peeking at the old barn from the safety of a nearby ditch. Rainbow Dash had agreed to help her with the barn's demolition so that the family could have a barn raising tomorrow to replace it.

From the looks of it, Rainbow was thoroughly enjoying her task, screaming each time she rammed herself through one of the barn walls or smashed through one of the columns. Applejack sometimes wondered how Rainbow could do things like that without getting herself hurt in the process, but she seemed in control. Applejack had to admit she looked pretty good while doing it too; though she had never admitted as much, Applejack did think Rainbow's athletic form was easy on the eyes.

Though she was doing a lot more than looking at Rainbow in the daydream she was having.

Applejack's inappropriate imagination was cut short however as a shriek brought her back to the waking world. It wasn't like the battle cry screams Rainbow had been doing before, it sounded quite painful. She couldn't see Rainbow at the moment, the pegasus had just burst into the barn one more time, but didn't come out this time.

Dropping her helmet, Applejack rushed into the bar to see what was the matter, and her eyes widened when she saw it. Rainbow Dash had slammed herself into a beam jutting up from the wreckage, but instead of breaking it up further she had somehow managed to literally impale herself on the pole. It wasn't just a flesh wound either, the thick splintered wood had gone clear through her chest and gut. Rainbow must have still had one working lung though, from the shrieks of pain she was managing.

"Rainbow!" Applejack was afraid to touch her, stopping a few feet short.

"Applejack!" Rainbow gagged, blood drooling down one side of her mouth, "G-get help!"

Applejack stared at the puncture, moving closer finally to get a better look. Some of Rainbow's internal organs were stuck to the pole just above where Rainbow was stuck, having been scooped out by the large beam. Applejack shook her head, tears rolling down her cheeks as she realized that Rainbow was beyond help. No matter what Applejack did, Rainbow would be dead within minutes.

"A... J... get help..." Rainbow repeated, her voice full of agony and desperation.

Applejack slowly shook her head, looking into Rainbow's eyes, "Ah'm sorry Rainbow... but there's no help ah could get that would save you. Ah... Ah'm gonna stay here with you... so you... don't have to die alone." She reached her front hooves out to grasp at one of Rainbow's, but Rainbow shook her head.

"Not too late..." begged Rainbow.

Applejack sighed, "Sweetie your guts are strewn across the barn, ain't nopony gonna be able to put that back together. Please... Ah'm here for you."

Even Rainbow was sobbing at this point, unable to hide her emotion, and pushed her hoof softly against AJ's hooves.

Applejack sighed. Rainbow was about to die, and Applejack had never professed her true feelings for her.

"Rainbow," Applejack choked on a sob, "I love you. I mean really, like romantically, ah've always wanted to... have a go at you." AJ mentally slapped herself for how wrong that had came out.

"Why didn't you say?" Rainbow couldn't speak above a whisper and sounded like she was gargling her words.

Applejack shrugged, "Well ah knew you was with Fluttershy, and ah didn't wanna get in the way of that."

"Fluttershy?" Rainbow shook her head softly, "She isn't my girlfriend she's... uh... she's, just a fuck buddy. Not even that, like a fuck toy."

"Really?"

"Yeah I mean... she's half of Ponyville's fuck toy... she can't bring herself to say no... a lot of ponies know it," Rainbow almost laughed but pain shot across her face when she did, "She's a slut like Pinkie, but ... like manages to do it innocently... on accident."

"Wow well, somehow ah missed her bein that... easy," Applejack sighed.

Rainbow gagged hard and blood splattered onto Applejack's face. Tears were now streaming down Rainbow's face.

"Applejack please get help," Rainbow begged, "I can make it I can, but only if you go and get help right now! Please AJ please... don't let me die like this."

"Sweetie you're almost gone," Applejack sighed, "Ah don't think ya even got five minutes left in you... and ah don't want ya to die alone, ya hear? I love you... I'm here for you..."

"No, you have to go," Rainbow sobbed, "Please I know I can-- mmph"

This time her words were cut off as Applejack suddenly kissed her deeply, running her tongue around in Rainbow's mouth and turning her head. Applejack was surprised to find that the blood in Rainbow's mouth didn't taste that bad, and she even found herself repeatedly lapping at Rainbow's gums and throat to swallow more of it. Rainbow was too weak to respond in kind or pull away, the only thing she did was twitch her legs about.

"I don't wanna die Applejack!" Rainbow sobbed when Applejack finally broke the kiss. Rainbow's whole body was twitching all over, possibly only seconds from death, and from the look in her eyes Applejack could tell that she knew it.

"Ah know sweetie, ah know," Applejack tried to assure her friend, "Ah don't want you ta die either..."

Applejack was resisting a horrible thought at this point, something that she had always wanted to do, and this was the last chance to do it while Rainbow was alive. Well it wasn't as if anyone would know that she did it, aside from Rainbow who won't be telling anyone anything anymore. Applejack gritted her teeth and moved behind Rainbow Dash.

Rainbow grunted as she felt Applejack grasp her flanks from behind, and Applejack pushed Rainbow's limp tail out of the way. Rainbow's pussy was drenched, probably from her excitement during the barn destruction. It was just like Dash to get off on something like that, and it made Applejack smile despite the situation. Well, that would give her something to slurp... this was her last chance.

Applejack made herself do it. Pushing her muzzle against Rainbow's nether lips and pushing her tongue inside, slurping loudly and turning her head back and forth to french her love's wet cunt, literally scooping out Rainbow's fuck juice with her tongue to roll it around her mouth and swallow it down. Rainbow only continued to twitch and grunted from time to time, and Applejack wasn't even sure if Dash could feel this beneath the agony she must already be filled with.

"AJ... are you really... eating me out... at a time like this?" Rainbow Dash asked; well it looked like she did feel it.

"Shhh, just relax Rainbow," Applejack encouraged, "Just enjoy one last deep smooch from somepony that loves you."

Applejack continued her eager slurping, moving her front hooves up to start massaging Rainbow's breasts, pushing against the soft flesh and tweaking at the nipples, which actually hardened a bit for her. She felt Rainbow's pussy actually start to throb and flex, encouraging her to redouble her efforts.

"Fuck may as well," grunted Rainbow, "Yeah lick that cunt... you're good at this... wish I could have had a proper go with you." She then added with a grunt, "I sorta have to piss... holding it in but you're gonna wanna be ready to move when I... you know..."

"Ah'll guzzle it down," Applejack moaned into Rainbow's pussy, causing the dying pegasus to clench up even more.

"Well okay... that's kinky... I guess." grunted Rainbow, before her orgasm finally hit her, pussy convulsing and spluttering juice all over Applejack's face.

Applejack didn't stop, pushing her whole muzzle into Rainbow's snatch and stretching and lapping deeper, even as her hoofs twisted back and forth to tug at Rainbow's breasts. It made Rainbow's orgasm stretch on a bit, and Applejack let it all pour into her mouth or over her face. Rainbow's tunnel kept twisting and convulsing, not only from pleasure but also the jolts of pain she was experiencing.

"Thanks..." Rainbow said, panting, "Applejack... I really feel it now... I'm dying... like within seconds..."

Rainbow felt Applejack's muzzle slurp her one last time before opening and placing herself strategically to drink Rainbow's urine as soon as it released on her death. Rainbow wasn't sure how to respond to Applejack patiently waiting for her to die so she could get pissed on, but it didn't much matter now.

"I love you," Rainbow breathed out, then rolled her eyes back and her body spasmed violently before growing still.

Applejack continued to rub Rainbow's nipples with one hoof, as if it would matter to the now-corpse Rainbow Dash, her other front hoof tucked between her own hind legs, rubbing into her own pussy as well.

All the cider Rainbow drank prior to starting the demolition sprayed out directly into Applejack's mouth. Applejack let her mouth fill up, taking a gulp before moving and letting the recycled cider pour over her face, drenching it. She then pushed her drenched face forward again and cupped her mouth over her dead friend's pussy, frenching her yet again as she began to guzzle her urine, swishing it about in her mouth and enjoying the taste. She could taste a bit of blood in it, unsurprisingly, but the mixture of the two was surprisingly delicious. So much so that she was a bit disappointed when the flow tapered off and stopped. Applejack gargled the last mouthful of corpse-juice before swallowing it down.

For a few long moments the only sound in the half-demolished barn was that of Applejack's hoof still rubbing at her own soaking slit. But that wasn't enough for her, she wanted more.

"Well, dead girl, time fer you ta return the favor," Applejack panted.

She attempted to pull Rainbow up and off the beam that she had been impaled on. More of Rainbow's organs flopped out with a splash of slowly coagulating blood and other fluids. The damage was even worse than Applejack had believed, which at least made her feel right in staying with Rainbow instead of leaving her alone to get help. In fact, Rainbow had managed to pike herself so well that Applejack's efforts eventually resulted in Rainbow's body falling into two parts, her rear half flopping on the ground nearby with a splat as Applejack pulled her head and top front half off the spike.

Undeterred, Applejack laid Rainbow's front half face up on the ground, then lowered herself down to straddle the dead face. She panted as she started to roll her hips, rubbing her cunt firmly against the dead face, and soon Rainbow's face, still frozen in her last look of terror, glistened all over with Applejack's cunt juice. She picked up Rainbow's rump in her fore legs and propped it up in front of her, pushing her lips to the pussy once again and eating Rainbow out, turning it into a necrophiliac 69.

Applejack was surprised how good it felt despite Rainbow being dead. Maybe it even felt good because Rainbow was dead, but Applejack definitely wasn't ready to admit that to herself yet. Regardless, it didn't take her long before she brought herself over the edge, moaning and cumming hard on Rainbow's face, leaving puddles of apple fuck juice in Rainbow's muzzle and rolled-back eyes, then ramming herself down so hard that Rainbow's whole muzzle popped into Applejack's pussy, continuing to ride out her orgasm on the corpse.

But what Applejack didn't know was that she was no longer alone.

"Hey Applejack are you around? I don't suppose you have any friendship prob---" Twilight came around the corner just in time to see Applejack creaming on Rainbow's face and moaning a french kiss into her dead cunt. The unicorn froze, "Oh... I guess you do..."

7. Applejack Makes Fluttershy Feel Loved

Applejack wasted no time dropping Pinkie’s corpse and rushing towards Fluttershy at break neck speed. She was stronger than Fluttershy, but had to get to her before the Pegasus decided to fly.

Fluttershy did actually take a few seconds before she remembered she could fly and spread out her wings, but those few seconds gave Applejack the time to close the distance, and no sooner had Fluttershy lifted off, she was tackled back to the ground, collapsing under Applejack’s weight. Applejack moved forward, putting both front hooves on the back of Fluttershy’s head and slamming her face down onto the paved path several times. She was treated to a loud crack on the final heave as Fluttershy’s nose broke and blood streamed down her face.

“So we’re gonna get right into it, huh Flutters?” Applejack chuckled, staying on Fluttershy’s back as she lay dazed on the ground, grabbing hold of her right wing, holding it down with one hoof and twisting with another until it snapped. Wings were much more fragile than legs, so there wasn’t much effort needed for one. “There’s no point in runnin’ now Fluttershy; ya can’t escape me without flying.”

That didn’t stop Fluttershy from squealing and struggling, tears streaming down her face, “W-what are you doing Applejack? Why are you hurting me? D-did I do something wrong?”

Applejack laughed as she snapped the other wing, back and forth to break it in three places, Fluttershy squealing with east snap as splintered bone jutted from flesh, “The only thing you done wrong, sugar cube, is being adorably killable.” Applejack said as she grabbed hold of one of Fluttershy’s forelegs and pulled it hard behind her, twisting it hard as well until it snapped, “Fuck ah think ah might be developing a bit of a fetish fer breakin’ bones. Ah developed a lot of those today…”

“No please stop!” Fluttershy sobbed, “Y-you… d-did you…. In the barn… “

“That’s right, ah killed em all,” Applejack grinned as she twisted and cracked Fluttershy’s other front leg, though the desperate pegasus still pawed at the pavement with her broken limbs as if still trying to pull away, “Ah saved you fer last so you could see em… all of yer friends… raped… murdered… and ah made their deaths as agonizing as ah could, Flutterslut.”

“But WHY?” Fluttershy was actually getting pretty loud, but getting pinned down by somepony bent on killing her was sure to have that effect, “Why would you do this?”

“Like ah told everypony else,” Applejack groaned, straddling Fluttershy and rubbing her drenched pussy against the yellow pony’s back as she yanked a hind leg out of joint, “Tha only reason ah’m doing this is to make me wet.”

“W-wet?” sobbed Fluttershy.

“As in my cunt, sugar cube. Sopping wet. As ah snuff out yer pathetic life,” Applejack chuckled as she managed to yank the last leg out of the socket and crack it at the joint, “Gonna cum myself so fuckin’ hard when you die, the last of my friends snuffed out.”

“C-cum? Oh right I've seen mares do that,” Fluttershy muttered.

Applejack lifted her weight off of Fluttershy’s back, and the frightened prey immediately tried to stand and dart for it, collapsing immediately and her legs bending in grotesque angles, causing her to let out a piercing scream.

Applejack just grabbed Fluttershy by one hind leg and dragged her towards the barn door; she should be able to see their other dead friends as she died. Fluttershy’s words caught her off guard a bit though, “Course mares kin do that. You ain’t ever cum yerself before? Aw come on, as much of a little slut as you are? Ah mean yer no Pinkie Pie but ah happen ta know that you get around.”

“N-no...” Fluttershy answered, still weakly pawing at the ground as she was dragged into the barn, “I-I’m not a slut…. Really I’m not… I don’t like it when ponies come and have sex with me, they just do it. I’ve seen other mares um… cum… but never done it myself.”

Applejack found that hilarious, laughing out loud, “You mean you’ve never had consensual sex even once? Every single time you’ve had sex it was somepony rapin’ you? Even with ponies like Big Mac or Rainbow Dash?”

“No I haven’t ever had… ‘consensual’ sex, I’m sorry,” Fluttershy murmured, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me I just…”

“Well Miss Rape Bait, ya sure ain’t gonna cream from what ah’m gonna do to ya,” Applejack chuckled.

Applejack dropped Fluttershy next to the corpse pile, Fluttershy cringing away from it and trying not to look at the horror. Applejack forced her head to look back in that direction though and held it.

“Open yer fuckin’ eyes,” said Applejack, “And look at all our dead friends.” Applejack pondered and then added, “Ah tell ya what, Rape-Bait, if yer good and do what ah say… I’ll spare Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, and ya know ah wouldn’t lie.” Applejack was a bit shocked at herself when she realized that she had in fact lied. She had raped and murdered, but somehow lying felt like it was over the line. Oh well, she’d get used to it. If wasn't like it mattered if Applejack betrayed and lost her element with all the other elements dead.

“O-okay,” Fluttershy stammered, and apparently bought it, as she opened her eyes and looked at the pile of corpses, taking in the carnage. Rainbow’s corpse in pieces, Twilight’s caved in skull, Big Mac’s blue face with Applebloom impaled on his cock and for some reason in a little dress, Rarity charred and blackened, and Pinkie Pie with a psychotic grin and too many stab wounds to count.

Applejack knew that thinking of her friends having died in such horrible ways was possibly more painful to Fluttershy than any physical pain Applejack could inflict on her.

“You ready to be a good little murder-bait while ah rape and kill you?” Applejack stroked Fluttershy’s mane mockingly.

“Y-yes, I promise I will be,” Fluttershy didn’t take her eyes off the corpse pile, but one could practically see her mind breaking through her eyes, more and more.

“Will be what?”

“S-sorry. I-I promise I will be a good little murder-bait when you rape and kill me,” Fluttershy repeated, body shaking violently as she lay there crumpled, looking at all her dead friends. “Y-you’ll really spare Sweetie and Scootaloo if I cooperate, right?”

“Ah swear ah won’t hurt so much as a cunt hair on either of em.” Applejack lied again, then leaded forward to whisper, “Ah’m lookin’ forward to yer death so much, Flutterslut. But ah shouldn’t be impatient right? Ah should make sure you suffer a slow tormented death.”

“Y-yes,” Fluttershy peeped, “Y-you should definitely torture me…”

“Just like you deserve, ya worthless little cunt,” Applejack smirked. Of course she knew that this time her victim really didn’t deserve any of it, but it was amusing to her that she could probably convince Fluttershy that she did. “You’ve never been anything but dead weight on the rest of us.”

“I-I know, I’m so sorry!” Fluttershy sobbed. Applejack was pretty good at telling when ponies were lying, and she could tell that Fluttershy really believed it, which only made her wicked cunt all the more drenched.

“And ya certainly didn’t do shit that would have kept all our friends from dying sobbing and screaming,” Applejack added, then pondered a moment before smiling, “Wait right here, sugar cube. Ah’m gonna get a hack saw to saw off all yer limbs and make you into a proper fuck pillow. That’s one thing that even you kin manage to be good at.”

“Oh Celestia, I’m so sorry,” sobbed Fluttershy, “It really is my fault isn’t it… “ She shook her head slowly, “Go ahead, I won’t try to escape I swear,” as if she could if she wanted to, “I know I deserve all of this.”

Fluttershy’s self-loathing really had Applejack going, juice practically pouring from her cunt and down her thighs as she went to the nearby shed to return with both the hacksaw and another long winding of cord. Not only did Fluttershy not try to escape or crawl away, she even rolled herself over a bit and managed to place one of her forelegs against a rock to make sawing it off more easy. This was like the perfect blend between Pinkie’s willingness and Twilight or Rarity’s abject terror!

“Ah guess ah don’t need to tell ya to scream real good fer me,” Applejack said, taking a length of cord and tying it around Fluttershy’s shoulder, tightening it up until circulation was completely cut off, “A little bitch like you does that by instinct.”

“I-I know…” Fluttershy agreed, then looked at the cord, “W-what is that for?”

“It’s a tourniquet,” explained Applejack, “It’s to cut off circulation so ya don’t bleed out and die before you’ve been properly tortured. Celestia-damn-it Fluttershy you gotta be the dumbest little shit ah’ve ever met.”

“I-I know, I’ve been that way ever since I was a filly…” Fluttershy sobbed, “I’m so sorry…”

“Oh yeah?” smirked Applejack, “Did yer folks drill that into yer head as a filly? Ah hope they beat and raped ya plenty too.”

Applejack placed the blade strategically beyond where the cord was at her shoulder and dragged the serrated blade back and forward, slicing into Fluttershy’s flesh and meeting bone within a few movements, then grinding loudly at the poor pega’s bone and slowly working through it. Fluttershy screeched for several long seconds, and Applejack moved to sit atop her so that Fluttershy’s delicious writhing would rub into her pussy.

“You plannin’ on answering me today, ya dumb little shit?” Applejack raised her voice over Fluttershy’s screams, “Fuck ya kin really be an annoying cunt sometimes, Flutterslut.”

“S-sorry!” Fluttershy forced herself to stop screaming so she could answer, blood trailing down her jaw where she had bitten her own tongue, “Y-yes they raped and beat me… a lot.”

Applejack almost laughed out loud; she had just been joking but it was delightful to learn that she had gotten that right too. That just explained so many things about Fluttershy. “Both yer mom and dad? Well ah hope it was proper beatings and not just whippin’. How old were ya the first time yer daddy gave you a proper rapin’ with his cunt-stuffer?”

Fluttershy gritted her teeth, eyes wide in shock as she felt the blade go past the half point in her arm, the arm becoming a bit more loose in the process. Fluttershy arched her back and cried out again before she was able to make herself answer again.

“I-I don’t quite remember, I’m sorry,” Fluttershy said, “Like… six or seven years old I think? But it… it was proper beatings.”

“Seriously?” Applejack laughed as she twisted at the last bit of bone, bending the fore leg at an odd angle until the bone splintered and it came free, “And how old were you the last time he gave you a nice unwanted pussy-plowin’?”

Fluttershy squealed in terror as Applejack waved her severed leg in front of her, then tapped her belly with the jagged, bone jutting end. Fluttershy squeaked in horror, but spread out her violently shivering hind legs to give Applejack good access to her tight ass and not even slightly damp pussy. Applejack forced Fluttershy’s leg into her cunt, pushing the cunt lips apart and dragging it across her soft, if completely dry, insides.

“Answer me!” Applejack demanded as she rammed it deep, giving several solid thrusts going several inches deeper with each thrust, breaking through Fluttershy’s cervix fairly easily, as if it had been reamed right through fairly often. She forced it so deep that it popped right through into Fluttershy’s gut, then left it hanging there with only the hoof outside her now bleeding lips.

“I-I… just recently!” Fluttershy blurted out every word as she forced herself to speak, “L-last week Dad and my uncle visited and… and raped me. Mom was there too…” She held her other foreleg out for Applejack to begin tying the cord around it as well.

Applejack didn’t waste any time starting to hack away at the second leg, laughing at Fluttershy, “So it never stopped? And yer uncle too? Come on now Flutterslut, yer murderer wants to hear details.”

“T-they said they were coming to visit, said they wanted to make up for things,” said Fluttershy, staring wide eyed at her second limb being hacked off, “So I got everything ready… I was excited but… when they arrived they didn’t want to stay or go anywhere or visit with me… they just… they just wanted to rape me again. Each held me down while the other… rammed their throbbing stallion meat into my unwilling pussy and ass… both came in both holes… Mom made me eat her out the whole time they were doing it… she creamed in my face several times too.” She took a break from talking to screech again as her second leg started to snap free. “T-they told me that I better not enjoy myself, that they’d kill me if I dared to cum… but I don’t think I could have if I wanted to. Then Momma held me while they kicked me in the gut, then all laughed and left me curled up and sobbing on the floor. They didn’t even really visit… they intentionally got my hopes up… then just came to gang-rape me and left… they said it was ‘just like old times’…” She looked back to Applejack, “Um… was that detailed enough?”

“Holy fucking Celestia on a stick! Yer serious?” Applejack was wide-eyed at the story, but again Fluttershy didn’t sound like she was lying.

“It’s true I swear it…” Fluttershy groaned in pain as her second limb was torn free, then immediately spread out her trembling hind legs again, correctly assuming that Applejack would want to shove the second limb up her asshole. “T-to be honest… I think you were the only pony I really ever felt safe around… and even now I guess you’re only giving me what I deserve…”

To think that Fluttershy had lived such a miserable existence, her virginity raped away when she was even younger than Applebloom, repeatedly raped by her family, not to mention half of Ponyville, only to then be viciously murdered by the only pony she had ever felt safe around. Applejack’s body shook and she spontaneously came herself, even though she wasn’t even grinding on anything at the moment, and had to take a few moments to recover before continuing.

“W-what?” Fluttershy was a bit confused at why Applejack just creamed herself for seemingly no reason, but was quickly distracted by the jagged feel of her other leg getting forced into her tailhole. She squealed, spreading her hind legs further and trying to straighten up so that Applejack could get it inside as deeply as possible. After a few agonizing minutes of having the limb rammed up into her gut, Applejack finally rammed it so deep that her tailhole actually popped closed with the whole thing inside of her.

“What indeed,” panted Applejack, feeling the afterglow of her orgasm slowly fade, leaving her once again with an insatiable urge to brutally rape and murder them all… not just her friends… but everyone she could. Her mind was full of possibilities, every murderous thought led her to more and more ideas, more and more names to put on her list. All those kills in such brief a time… she’d easily go down in history as the most brutal serial killer ever, in Equestria or probably anywhere else for that matter. She’d make sure that she even surpassed Pinkie. She didn’t know exactly how many Pinkie had done, so she would just have to do enough herself to make sure. And she knew that she would murder every one of them before she was caught. It was fate!

Applejack came back to the real world after day-dreaming a bit, looking down to find that Fluttershy was holding up one of her hind legs to get its tourniquet put on. Applejack smirked and wound the wire around it, tightening it hard enough to make Fluttershy cringe, then watch as Fluttershy obediently spread the leg out further to give her room to saw it, even though she could clearly barely move from the torment.

“And since yer probably too stupid to figure it out on yer own,” Applejack said as she placed the saw to Fluttershy’s leg and began grinding it back and forth, “I came all over both of us because it turned me on a fuck load to hear about how you’ve been treated yer whole life, ah guess it just made me happy ta know that you’ve lived such a miserable life, that you haven’t escaped yer just desserts, ya know? Fuck… ah’m sorta surprised an annoying little shit like you is being this cooperative.”

“Well you can be happy then,” Fluttershy still writhed as the fresh agony shot up from the sawing motion, but she was becoming better at talking through the torment, “Cause I don’t think I’ve ever been truly happy… and I want you to know that I really am sorry… really! I’ll try my best not to be an annoying little shit while you give me what I deserve.”

Applejack groaned in delight, having more difficulty with the hind leg but eventually twisting it free as well, enjoying how the bone cracked and splintered, leaving a few shards still jutting out from the leg. She tossed it onto Fluttershy’s chest, and practically purred at how Fluttershy stared at the still-twitching limb in abject horror. Fluttershy could barely move at that point, but strained with all the strength she had left to hold up her last leg for Applejack to wrap up. It was actually getting rather adorable the way Fluttershy had accepted this as what she really deserved.

“You must be on some industrial grade foal control though,” Applejack commented as she had before with Pinkie.

And once again she was wrong. Fluttershy shook her head, “No I haven’t ever used foal control… never got pregnant though… I’m pretty sure I’m barren from all the damage to my womb as a filly… which is a good thing, Celestia only knows how much I’d fuck up trying to raise a foal.”

“If you had a foal, we’d prolly have killed it to put it out of its misery,” Applejack said as she wrapped up the final leg and placed the gory saw blade against Fluttershy’s thigh, “Do ya know what one thing all the others said as ah was killin’ em? Every one of em asked at one point why ah was killin’ them instead of that stupid cunt Fluttershy. It was uncanny; even Big Mac and Applebloom mentioned you as being more deserving than them. And ya know what? They were all right, you do deserve it most of all, but as ah told them, ah was savin’ the one ah would enjoy the most fer last. They were the meal, and yer the scrumptious dessert.”

Fluttershy accepted Applejack’s word immediately, the pain and depression in her eyes deepening, her face remaining twisted in pain, “I-I’m not surprised… I wish they’d gotten to at least see me suffer and die before they did. They could have at least died a little happy that way…”

“Oh ah’m sure they took some comfort knowin’ that yer miserable life would end too,” Applejack looked at Fluttershy with a serious face, but was laughing hysterically on the inside, “Truth is, Flutterslut, none of us really ever liked you. Ah mean you happened ta tag along with us when we got the elements, but all of us were disappointed that it was you. Fact is we were only nice to you to yer face cause Celestia asked us to, since you had gotten the element and we couldn’t really do anything about it afterward. But phew… when you weren’t around, we all talked about what a stupid, annoying cunt you are, how we wished some pony else, ANY pony else, had gotten yer element. Even Celestia thought the same, her and Twilight were actively tryin’ to find a way to give the Element to somepony else, and ah tell ya what… we all hoped they would succeed. Ah remember one day we all laughed at how if we ever figured out how ta transfer the element, we were gonna beat the ever livin’ shit out of you, tellin’ you exactly what we thought of ya, then once you couldn’t move from tha beatin’, we and yer replacement were all gonna piss on you and leave ya sobbin’ in a pool of tears and urine. Celestia even said she wanted to be there to watch us and to piss on your worthless face too.” Applejack was REALLY starting to enjoy lying.

“R-really?!” Fluttershy looked at Applejack, such shock in her eyes that she didn’t even flinch when Applejack tore her last leg off and tossed the twitching limb atop her other hind leg, “I-I didn’t know you all hated me that much… Celestia too even? … I really am worthless, I must disgust both princesses…” Fluttershy was really sobbing now, probably more than any of Applejack’s victims had, her fragile emotions tore apart more by Applejack’s words than from Applejack tearing her body apart.

“Yer fuckin’ right yer worthless,” Applejack agreed, grabbing at one of Fluttershy’s mangled wings, yanking it hard to roll her over, and then tossing the hind legs in front of her so she could see them still, “Pretty damn sure yer tha reason ah finally cracked and started killin’ ponies to begin with, so in a way yer as responsible for their deaths as ya are fer yers.”

“You don’t have to tell me,” Fluttershy sobbed, “I know it’s my fault… oh Celestia I’m so sorry… I wish you all had been able to find a replacement. Getting beaten and pissed on by a goddess would have probably be the most useful thing I ever did.” She turned her head to look at Applejack as much as she could, begging, “Applejack… maybe… could you forgive me? I really am sorry for causing all this… it’d be… a small comfort to know you forgave me.”

Applejack tied off Fluttershy’s left wing and began to saw into it the same as she had with her legs, the blade going through the hollow wing bones a bit easier than it had the legs, the wing twitching and flapping comically as it was detached. Applejack chrred at Fluttershy’s wonderful words and started to grind herself against Fluttershy’s plot.

“Fuck no ah’m not gonna forgive you,” Applejack looked down at Fluttershy, making sure her innocent friend could see intense hatred in her eyes, screaming at her as loudly as she could, saliva splattering from her mouth all over Fluttershy, “You little fuckin’ piece of rotten shit! As nice as ah’ve been ta you, as gentle as ah’ve been when sawin’ you apart, even crammin’ yer cunt and asshole full so you’d get a little fuckin’ out of tha whole experience… fuck ah even killed tha others first so ya wouldn’t have ta hear them all get their rocks off on watchin’ you die… and you have the Celestia-damned NERVE ta ask me ta forgive you? What the flyin’ fuck Fluttershy!? Are you really that much of a fuckin’ BITCH!?”

“I’M SORRY! I’M SO SORRY!” Fluttershy shrieked, barely reacting to the twitching wing that was tossed in front of her as Applejack moved to other wing and last remaining limb, though her body still thrashed on its own from the agony, “I don’t know what came over me! I’m such a stupid little cunt that I didn’t realize what I was saying! No Applejack, you shouldn’t forgive me, I understand now how worthless I am. I understand how ridiculously stupid I am. I swear I really do!” As Applejack cracked off her final wing and rolled her back over, Fluttershy screeched again before she looked up into Applejack’s eyes, complete sincerity in her words, “Thank you Applejack… from the depths of my heart… thank you for ridding the world of a naïve, brainless idiot like me before my stupidity made you kill anypony else.”

Oh this was delightful. Fluttershy had become so demented from her torment that she really would accept anything Applejack told her.

“You rotten little CUNT!” screamed Applejack, yanking at Fluttershy’s tail and taking a moment to clip off that as well, “You think thankin’ me changes anything? Ah still can’t believe you had tha nerve ta ask fer forgiveness! YOU! As if anything you could ever do could make up fer what you’ve already done! You think that just lettin’ me butcher you like you deserve somehow makes up for anything!? Fucking jerk! I CAN’T FUCKING BELIEVE YOU!” Applejack took a deep breath, glaring down into those completely innocent eyes, those trusting eyes, “And ah guess ah didn’t kill ya in time ta keep me from killin’ anypony else, cause after that little stunt, ah think ah’m gonna go ahead and kill Sweetie, Scootaloo, and Spike after all. Hell maybe ah’ll hunt down a few more foals and snuff out their innocent little lives just ta work off all the stress you caused me, you miserable moronic fuck-bait!”

“No no no!” Fluttershy’s body shook so hard it practically felt like a vibrator against Applejack’s cunt as she ground her pussy against the hoof protruding from Fluttershy’s ruined fuck hole. “Oh Celestia what have I done… Please Applejack… torture me more! Torment me as much as you need to feel better! Please don’t kill them because of me…. I beg you…. There’s so much more you can do to me! Y-you can gouge out my eyes, or tear out my tongue so I’ll shut the fuck up! I’ll eat you out for hours even with a stub for a tongue… you could even hang me by my mane and beat me like a piñata until I burst! Please Applejack, make me suffer more!”

For once Fluttershy actually gave Applejack real pause. Well fuck, she was surprisingly good at coming up with terrible things to do to herself. Except maybe for the cutting out of her tongue; Applejack didn't want to impede Fluttershy's hot responses to her teasing.

“Can’t you fuckin’ listen for two fuckin’ seconds you little rape-slut!?” Applejack spit at her, “NOTHING you do kin make up fer you bein’… YOU!” Applejack took a deep breath, pretending to try to get a hold of herself, “Okay, you little shit. I’ll do this fer ya, but you better fuckin’ thank me tha whole time ah’m finishing yer worthless little plot off.” She waited for Fluttershy’s eyes to show a little bit of hope before she continued, “You better believe ah’m still gonna snuff out Sweetie, Scoot, and Spike in AGONY, but ah’m not a monster. Ah won’t kill any other foals besides them, IF you don’t pull anything like that again.”

The hope in Fluttershy’s eyes disappeared, but clearly she was too terrified of who else Applejack might also kill if she wasn’t completely cooperative from here on, “O-okay… I swear it. I will be good, I really will be!” She stopped to choke on a sob, “Please tell them I’m truly sorry for getting them brutally raped and murdered…” Fluttershy immediately caught herself after saying that, eyes going wide, clearly terrified that she may have just pulled another stunt that would make Applejack murder more ponies. Had it not been for Fluttershy so obviously realizing it, Applejack might not have thought to run with it.

“Fucking damn it, Fluttershy, ah’m startin’ to think you WANT me to kill more ponies!” Applejack screamed. All the same, she took one of Fluttershy’s good ideas, picking up the shard she had stabbed Pinkie to death with and ramming it into Fluttershy’s right eye, which popped into a puddle of pus and made the yellow pony’s body jerk violently. “Wasn’t killin’ our friends, not ta mention mah family enough fer you? How the fuck am ah supposed to live out all mah incest fantasies with Big Mac and Applebloom dead?” Applejack was really having a blast by this point. “Ah mean ah could go fuck Braeburn, but he’s only mah cousin! It’s not tha same as fuckin’ yer siblings! What am ah supposed to do now? Fuck their rottin’ corpses?” Of course that was exactly what she was supposed to do, but that was beside the point.

Fluttershy really had to be broken to accept that, but accept it she did, “Y-you and Big Mac were lovers? You and Applebloom too?” Fluttershy coughed, “Oh Celestia I made you kill the loves of your life… I can’t believe I’ve sunk that low… oh no no no have I made you kill Braeburn too? Fuck why can’t I just keep my stupid whore mouth shut!”

“Ya damn right ah’m gonna kill Braeburn!” Applejack screamed, yanking the shard from the one eye and plunging it into her other eye, “Thanks a fuck-ton, ‘sugar cube’! Ah ain’t gonna have any family left by tha time yer done! Ah’d threaten to kill yer folks as well, but they deserve a fuckin' medal fer the way they treated you.”

Now that Fluttershy was blinded, Applejack was free to grin like a maniac, drooling as she looked down over the tormented little fuck-pillow. She leaned down, cupping her muzzle over the first eye she had gouged out, licking her tongue into it and slurping out the bits of her punctured eye. She then yanked the shard out again, and grabbed the salt and pop rocks that she had left before, pouring one hole full of salt and the other full of pop rocks.

Fluttershy shrieked in intense agony, eyes literally boiling pus as her flesh reacted, what little body she had left thrashing and wriggling about like a worm on a fish hook. So feral were her screams that for a moment, Applejack thought she had broken Fluttershy to the point of her no longer being sentient. When Applejack tested the theory by shoving her rot-smelling cunt against Fluttershy’s shrieking muzzle though, Fluttershy gagged, forcing herself to stop before leaning up as much as she could and digging her tongue between Applejack’s sopping wet cunt lips and twirling it about within.

“Well what do ya fuckin’ know,” Applejack growled at her, “Looks like yer whore mouth is still good fer somethin’. Does it feel nice to still have a purpose, rape-pillow?” She rolled her eyes back but was careful not to sound like she was enjoying it, “You should thank me fer allowin’ yer bitch muzzle anywhere near mah pussy, you ain’t worthy to swallow mah shit. You better eat it out good before ah start addin’ names to the kill list.”

Fluttershy nodded in wordless agreement to what Applejack said, then doubled her efforts, pushing her muzzle firmly against Applejack’s pussy, rubbing her muzzle against her to massage her labia and clit, and diving her tongue as deeply into her killer’s fuck tunnel as she could. Applejack had to admit, to herself at least, that Fluttershy was damn good at giving head; it was no wonder mares loved to rape her too. Applejack wondered if it was due to being forced to repeatedly eat out her mother as a child, then smiled more at the reminder of Fluttershy’s miserable life.

Fuck this was so hot and perfect. Fluttershy, by far the most pure and least-deserving of her friends, was having her already horrible life finished off in the worst way possible.
Applejack held Fluttershy’s head in both fore hooves, pulling it against her as she came hard onto Fluttershy’s face. Fluttershy managed to pop her whole muzzle into Applejack, thrusting her head to literally face-fuck her tormentor, reaching her talented tongue deeper still. Applejack groaned and arched her back, creaming on Fluttershy’s face for over a minute, her cunt sap puddling in Fluttershy’s empty eye sockets.

Fluttershy took a deep breath when Applejack moved away, not that the corpse stench of the barn gave her any fresh air to breathe. She spoke slowly, as if carefully considering her words to avoid pulling any more stunts, “T-thank you for letting me eat you out, I know I don’t deserve your cum in my mouth.”

Applejack chuckled. Well it was time to finish off the poor innocent little cunt. She dragged Fluttershy by her long mane, then managed to tie her to a half-fallen rafter, her body hanging down freely as she swung by her mane. Fluttershy knew what was about to happen, but didn’t look like she was prepared for it.

“Are ya afraid of dyin’, Flutter-piñata?” Applejack grinned as she watched her.

“I-I’m terrified of dying,” Fluttershy admitted, then quickly added, “But I understand that I don’t deserve to have even lived as long as I have, and that I deserve this more than anypony else. T-thankyou again for getting rid of me… I hope that knowing I died so brutally will make all the ponies I annoy feel a little better.”

“They’ll probably have a party to celebrate,” said Applejack as she made sure Fluttershy was securely tied to the rafter. “Maybe we can stuff you full of candy and stitch you up to make a real piñata.”

“Y-you can defile my corpse any way you wish,” Fluttershy sobbed, “It’s no less than I deserve.”

Applejack turned herself around, hindquarters facing Fluttershy, and reared up on her front hooves to kick Fluttershy squarely in the gut. Fluttershy shrieked as she was thrown back, then began to swing back towards Applejack. Applejack began to kick her repeatedly, one leg then the other, as if she were a punching bag. The way Fluttershy squeaked in pain with each kick as her body was bruised again and again made Applejack’s cunt start to churn again.

Fluttershy lasted an impressive amount of time, though soon her sounds were no more than soft grunts from each kick as she was completely exhausted, existence was nothing but a pit of agony to her now. Applejack kicked her with both legs at once several times, before Fluttershy finally really did burst open, her guts spilling out as her belly opened.

Applejack saw it in time to get underneath her, sitting on her haunches with her mouth open, allowing the blood and guts to wash over her body, rubbing it into her fur and pussy. A thick strand of intestines landed in Applejack’s muzzle, which she bit down and chewed ravenously.

“I’m sorry…” Fluttershy managed two final words as she died full of pain, terror, and self-hatred.

Applejack came so hard that she almost fell over backwards. She had finally killed all of her friends! She had really done it! It was time to celebrate… by killing more ponies!

“Hmmm,” Applejack said to herself, “It’s late but the other crusaders might still be at the club house, ah’ll go and check.”

2. Applejack And Twilight Have A Theological Discussion

Twilight's mind was still not really properly processing what she was seeing. She took a few steps further into the barn area, at which time she fully realized that Rainbow was in two pieces. More than two, if you counted the guts strewn about.

Twilight was barely holding back her vomit as she spoke, "I take it you're... upset with Rainbow Dash? Upset enough... to kill her apparently."

"No wait!" Applejack dropped Rainbow's hindquarters, which landed on the ground with a dull thump. Applejack shook her head, "Ah didn't do this, ah swear! Ah was just... well she was here and I figured ah may as well... it's complicated!"

Clearly Twilight wasn't buying the explanation, and what had happened was sinking in, her voice growing gradually louder. Twilight stammered, "Then you... you celebrated her murder by rubbing you... your vagina... on your victim's cadaver? Is that what I think it is all over her face?!"

Applejack somewhat awkwardly realized her hips were still instinctively rotating against Rainbow's face and pulled herself back up to a standing position, Rainbow's face sticking to her cunt for a few seconds before separating with a slurp and flopping back down. Applejack moved forward to Twilight.

"Twilight ya gotta believe me," Applejack begged, "This was an accident ah swear!" Said the pony covered in Rainbow's blood, guts, and urine. Real convincing. "Just listen!"

Twilight wasn't listening. "I..I'm sorry Applejack," Twilight stammered, "I think I have to take you to the authorities!"

Applejack knew she wasn't getting through to Twilight like this. Panic raced through her mind. What would her other friends and family think? Everyone would think she was a cold blooded killer! Even if she did manage to prove that she didn't kill Rainbow Dash, her reputation was pretty much shot after having gotten caught fucking her friend's corpse. At least if Twilight told anyone...

Applejack turned around and raised up both her powerful hind legs. Twilight was barely able to react, caught on one side of her head with both of Applejack's hind hooves. Twilight shrieked as she literally flew across the room and slammed into rubble on the other side, then slumped as she hit the floor, unconscious.

Applejack gritted her teeth as she looked down at Twilight, out cold from the hard blow to her head. Unicorns weren't exactly made to take hooves to their head, their horns made them more sensitive than other types of ponies. She knew that knocking her out was only a temporary solution, that as soon as she awoke she'd have the same problem, and now she looked even more guilty by nailing Twilight in the face.

She just needed to talk some sense into Twilight, maybe restrain her so they could talk things out before releasing her. Applejack rationalized her actions as she retrieved rope that had been left in the barn from before. She found an appropriate place where Twilight could be restrained, then rolled her friend over to it. Twilight's front hooves were tied to a post above her head, while her hind hooves were tied to another post opposite them.

It was at this point that the panicked earth pony gained enough presence of mind to realize what a bad plan this was, given that Twilight was a unicorn and could just use her telekinesis to untie herself or restrain Applejack. This was doomed to fail as soon as it began. But what other option was there? There were no other options, right? I mean it wasn't like she could just kill Twilight, right? Right?

She could. It'd be quite easy in fact. All she needed to do was choke or bludgeon her to death as she lay unconscious. Then maybe she could hide the bodies before anyone else found them.

Looking down at Twilight, Applejack seriously considered murder for the first time. It would mean she really was a killer, but it would also mean no one would know. And then her frantic and increasingly deranged mind took her thoughts to the next stage, imagining herself making out with Twilight's corpse. She pushed the thought away only for it to push it's way back in, and soon she found herself licking her lips as she looked down at Twilight.

Maybe just a little fun while Twilight was out, no harm in that right?

Applejack didn't have any feelings for Twilight like she had for Rainbow Dash, but nonetheless Twilight's purple slit looked very inviting between her slightly spread out hind legs. She leaned down and pushed her lips against Twilight's pussy, lapping across her lips several times before dipping her tongue deep inside. It was good, though it might have been better with a bit of blood.

Twilight wasn't a virgin, which was unsurprising since Applejack was pretty certain that Twilight and Big Macintosh had been banging. He had spent more late nights at the library than at home lately. He always did have a thing for nerdy girls. Hmm, she hoped her brother didn't take Twilight's death too hard.

As her thoughts strayed, she began to lick upwards across Twilight's body towards her head. Applejack slowly moved herself above Twilight and settled her body down softly against her friend's, feeling the heat of Twilight's cunt warming her own. She pushed her face against Twilight's to kiss her deeply, batting Twilight's limp tongue around with her own, and began slowly rotating her hips, firmly rubbing her body against Twilight's, their pussies squishing together and lips flicked against each other's clit. Applejack felt her front hooves all over Twilight's body, and for a time was lost in the moment.

Applejack wasn't sure how long she made out with Twilight, though it was enough to get Twilight's fun hole to instinctively lube itself up. Unfortunately Twilight didn't share her own pussy's enthusiasm, and as soon as she woke she squirmed violently beneath Applejack, trying to push her off. Twilight didn't say a word, but Applejack could see her glare as she pulled her face back, and felt Twilight's energy grab hold of her as Twilight's horn glowed.

Picking Applejack up with her telekinesis though didn't prevent Applejack from slamming her hoof against Twilight's horn to jar it. The magic faltered slightly, then Applejack grabbed hold of a chunk of rock from the nearby rubble. She slammed the heavy rock down against Twilight's horn again and again, feeling the magic let go of her completely.

Applejack wasn't trying to knock Twilight out this time, cracking Twilight's horn against another rock beneath it and mostly avoiding any direct blows to Twilight's head. She knew if she could manage to break the horn, Twilight would be completely helpless and at Applejack's mercy. That way Twilight could be awake while Applejack raped her. She wasn't sure at what point rape had become part of her plan, but she was too riled up to argue with her increasingly demented thoughts.

"No Applejack!" Twilight squealed between slams of the rock, "Stop it! You'll break my horn! You'll..."

The horn slowly began to crack more with each blow, until finally it came apart, literally shattering and leaving Twilight with only a little bony stump where her horn had once been. Twilight shrieked louder than ever, both at the incredible pain of having one's horn shattered and the realization that she might never be able to use magic again. Then just as she caught her breath, she shrieked again at another sudden realization: Applejack was going to kill her.

"No.." groaned Twilight, tears streaming down her face now, "You don't need to kill me... I won't tell anyone that you murdered Rainbow Dash... I swear it... I'll even help you get rid of her body... and I'll say I was attacked by someone else who broke my horn... I'll never turn you in I swear if you just let me live..."

Applejack almost corrected Twilight again that she didn't murder Rainbow, but then realized that she sort of enjoyed having Twilight believe that. She listened to Twilight beg for a moment, leaning forward to lap the tears off either side of her face. Somehow they tasted like fear. Applejack didn't think she had ever seen a pony as terrified as Twilight was at that moment. It made Applejack feel a strange mix of guilt, pity, and lust.

"You know ah can't take that chance Twilight," Applejack said, "Yer gonna die, then ah'm gonna cream on yer dead face just like I did Rainbow."

Applejack began moving her hips again, rubbing their drooling pussies together firmly once again, enjoying the moist sound of their bodies meshing. Even as Applejack continued to lap up Twilight's tears, Twilight continued to beg. Applejack didn't try to stop her or kiss her to get in the way, she was starting to enjoy hearing a victim begging for her mercy.

"I'll do more!" Twilight begged, "I-I have influence in Canterlot. I can make sure your family gets first dibs on the best land! Oh Celestia... Applejack PLEASE just don't kill me!"

"Oh what're you worried about," smiled Applejack, "It's where yer gonna go eventually anyway, and it's not like ya haven't lived a good life. I'm the one that should be worried about what'll happen to me in the afterlife, given my new found love for murdering my friends in cold blood."

"That's completely illogical," Twilight couldn't stop herself from correcting Applejack; apparently Twilight had a more scientific view of death, "Dying is a permanent end. Applejack if you do this I won't go to a happy place, I'll just cease to be. Applejack, there is nothing more terrifying, I'm begging you don't kill me!"

Applejack chuckled, "Well ah guess I'll just have to send ya there ta prove it's real."

"T-think about your brother!" Twilight tried to bargain, "He loves me! You'll be killing the one he loves, do you want to do that to your own brother?"

"Yeah ah thought you two had been bangin. Ah hope he enjoyed that purple pussy while you were alive, cause if he wants to do anything else with you, it's gonna have to be necrophilia." Applejack slowly stopped her movements and pulled herself up off of Twilight. "Speakin of mah brother though, ah don't really have the equipment he has so can't really give ya a proper raping before ya die, so we'll have to improvise."

Twilight's eyes went wide as she watched Applejack choose two thick, splintery lengths of wood and return to Twilight's side with a bit of a wicked grin on her face.

"W-what are you going to do with those?" Twilight almost whispered.

"Aw comeon Twi, yer smart enough to know that." Applejack replied, "So which one fer yer puss and which for yer ass? Or should I choose?"

"W-what has gotten into you?!" Twilight sobbed.

"Not sure," Applejack admitted, "But ah do know what's about to get into you."

Twilight tried to move her bottom back and forth to make things difficult, but the blows to her head hadn't left her with a lot of motor control, and she felt Applejack ram the first stick against Twilight's juicy cunt. She shoved it hard, not giving Twilight any time to adjust. Applejack figured if Twilight could take Big Mac balls deep, then she must be able to accommodate. Twilight's body tensed up as Applejack began to thrust the stick, splinters sticking into the sensitive walls inside Twilight.

"This one'll go in yer ass," Applejack explained, "Just lubin it up a bit with yer cunt sap. Ya know yer makin an awful lotta juice fer a mare being raped. You sure yer not enjoying it a little bit? I bet you'd have no problem with this if it weren't fer the part where you die when I'm done." Now that she knew exactly how terrified Twilight was of death, Applejack couldn't help pick at the fear.

She slid the stick back out again, covered with Twilight's juice and blood, which was quite tasty. She found that Twilight was well-used in her backdoor as well, so it wasn't as hard as she feared to ram the stick into Twilight's tight asshole. Twilight made a delightful little cry of pain as it went in, then sobbed as Applejack matter of factually picked up the other stick, pushing it against the now empty pussy and pushing it back inside with a lewd slurp.

Applejack managed to grasp both of the sticks with her mouth and the occasional help of one front hoof, and began to make long, violent thrusts in and out, pulling them into odd angles to make sure it ground hard against Twilight's walls, leaving her insides bleeding and full of painful splinters. Applejack's free front hoof reached between her own legs again, masturbating furiously to her friend's agony. She turned her bottom towards Twilight's head to make sure she could see how much Applejack was getting off on her agony, fluid literally drooling all the way from her cunt to her hooves.

"Ah wonder if this is what it's like ta get raped by a timberwolf," Applejack wondered, "Ah but where are my manners, you prolly wanna taste of the apple-cunt while yer still alive."

"Applejack, just think!" Twilight begged, "You're about to murder one of your best friends! You'll never forgive yourself if you go through with this! A-and you can never get away from it, Princess Celestia will be able to find my body no matter where you hide it! S-she can cast a spell to know who did it too!"

"Shame on you, Twilight," Applejack said, "You shouldn't tell lies, ah remember you tellin me before that location spells wouldn't work if the target died. And yer gonna be very VERY dead. They'll know yer dead, but will never find you, you'll just rot in the ground alone, maybe with these two sticks still up yer cold, dry fuckholes."

"Celestia damn it! At least stop fucking with me!" Twilight screeched in horrified frustration.

"Is that literal or figurative?" Applejack chuckled, "Both ah guess."

Applejack moved her hindquarters over above Twilight's face, sitting herself down and starting to rub her pussy firmly against Twilight's face, too horny to worry about the possibility of Twilight biting something. She used both hooves and her mouth to ram the thick branches into her now bloody holes, slurping up drops of blood on the in thrust. Twilight's blood tasted different, but it was still delicious.

"Sorry," Applejack said with a full mouth, "Ah know ah said I'd cum on yer face after you were dead, but ah just couldn't wait. With reminds me, we can't drag this out too long lest somebody else find us, so any particular way you'd like to die?"

Twilight continued to sob and beg, despite being muffled by Applejack's drooling cunt rubbing her and pushing down onto her muzzle. Twilight had never tasted a mare, and hated to admit to herself that it wasn't that bad of a taste, but for now she had more important things on her mind. "Applejack... please... mercy... I don't wanna die... I don't wanna go away...I'm not ready..."

"Holy zap apples, Twilight, you have no idea how hot yer beggin is," Applejack rolled her eyes back, feeling another orgasm slowly build within her, "Come on Twi, keep beggin fer your life. I would say it won't do a lick of good but that ain't true. Hearing you beg is gonna make me cum HARD."

"Stop it! Applejack! You can tie me up in your basement and use me as a fuck slave! Just don't kill me!"

"Wow yer really gettin desperate," Applejack teased, "Ya feel my pussy throbbin against yer face, Twi? Each throb is like a clock tickin, cause once ah get off it's gonna be time to turn you into a corpse."

It wasn't long before she went over either, the dam building up to bursting before washing over Twilight's face with a flood of Apple juice. She rammed the two sticks into Twilight's cunt and ass so that less than an inch was sticking out now, leaving them there for the time being. She took a deep breath, relaxing herself as she came down off her fuck-high. Twilight was sobbing hard, sending wonderful sensations up into Applejack.

Applejack raised her plot and relaxed, allowing a stream of her own urine to pour out into Twilight's maw, making her sputter and spit. Applejack continued to piss all over Twilight's face, mixing with the layer of femme-cum already there, burning at her eyes. Applejack pushed herself back down, prying open Twilight's muzzle so that she had no choice but to guzzle Applejack's piss to keep from choking. When she was finally done, she raised herself up to stand once again.

"In a way that was from Rainbow and me," Applejack teased, "Ah drank Rainbow's piss as she died, she made quite a lot fer me to guzzle. You were tellin me to recycle more right?"

Applejack slid a hoof down Twilight's chest to feel her trembling violently in fear, covered in a thick layer of sweat and other juices, looking into Twilight's eyes and savoring the abject terror in the unicorn's expression. It was a strange feeling to have someone so totally at her mercy. It was an even stranger feeling to not give them any mercy, but Applejack had to admit it was a good feeling. She no longer regretted having to do this. Applejack was glad that Twilight caught her and gave her the chance for this amazing experience. The fact that Applejack was betraying someone that had trusted her so completely only made it feel hotter.

Applejack leaned down so that her face was inches from Twilight's teasing, "Ah gotta say sugar cube, ah just LOVE the look on yer face. Can't wait fer that expression to freeze on yer face forever." Applejack reached over and dragged Rainbow's front half closer, situating her head so that she could see both their faces, "Yeah, yer expression is way better than Dash's when ah killed her rainbow ass."

"Are you going to kill all of us?" Twilight whispered, mostly because she was hoarse from screaming.

Applejack nodded, "Sure am. That slut Pinkie Pie, that passive aggressive bitch Fluttershy, that pedophile Rarity; gonna stare into their lifeless eyes and run my hooves over their cold, dead flesh. And of course we can't ferget Spike. Maybe ah'll force him to fuck yours and Rarity's corpses before he dies." Was Applejack serious or just teasing to make Twilight more scared? Not even Applejack knew at this point.

"You don't have to do that," panted Twilight, "Applejack you need to get yourself help, something is controlling you or corrupting you, you have to get help. No one will blame you for what you did under its influence."

For a moment Applejack was actually tempted. Even though she wasn't possessed, everyone would believe her if she said she was. Actually going over the edge and trying to kill Twilight would only count as evidence that she was possessed. She looked Twilight slowly up and down, licking her lips. No. She wanted Twilight to die in agony. She wanted to fuck Twilight's freshly minted corpse right after making it.

"No Twi," Applejack drooled, "This isn't me bein controlled. This is yer friend Applejack, all on mah own, getting wet while ah end yer life."

Twilight didn't answer, only staring at Applejack, her terror mixing with a deep emotional hurt as well, just when Applejack thought her death stare couldn't get any more delicious.

"Hmmm," Applejack pondered aloud, "Could give ya a good stabbin, though that'd get messy and ah already got Rainbow Dash to scrape up. Could choke you to death, that'd be nice and neat... Nah, ah think we'll finish what ah started with yer horn."

She didn't go for Twilight's head though at first. She wanted Twilight to be awake for her beating. Applejack jumped and literally landed all four hooves on Twilight's chest and gut, knocking the air out of her. Twilight struggled and whined desperately as Applejack continued to stomp and jump on her. She bruised Twilight's chest, belly, legs, and made sure to give her quite a few cunt-punts as well. She kicked Twilight in the crotch so hard that her hoof popped into Twilight's pussy, pushing the stick further up into her, and Applejack took a while to violently hoof Twilight's pussy as the other three hooves continued their onslaught.

"Yer only minutes from death Twi," Applejack practically moaned, "Just a few minutes and you'll be nothing more than a cooling mass of fuck meat."

Twilight's panic was absolute by this point, unable to form coherent words though clearly trying to beg still between getting the breath knocked out of her again. She squirmed and sobbed like an infant, body shaking violently in pain and fear, mind completely broken by the dread of her inevitable death. Her eyes were wide with terror, pouring tears and staring up at Applejack. It was so incredibly hot to look into Twilight's face as she shared Twilight's final moment of life. The passion pushed aside any feeling of guilt Applejack had felt before, now her only regret was that she could only brutally murder Twilight once.

Even with nothing touching it, Applejack's wicked cunt exploded spontaneously, squirting out fluid as Applejack looked down into Twilight's eyes. It was time to finish it. Applejack paused, one hind hoof still deep in Twilight's well-raped cunt, and managed to lift the rock that had broken Twilight's horn with her front hooves.

"This is it Twi," Applejack panted. "You got seconds to live. Say goodbye before ah murder you."

"Goodbye..." Twilight's voice was barely audible. She had resigned herself to death, but it wasn't any less terrifying.

Applejack slammed the rock down onto Twilight's head. She actually avoided Twilight's face, not wanting to spoil that beautiful expression, and concentrated on her upper cranium. Twilight's skull finally began to crack as well, caving in, Twilight's studious brain squished out through the cracks as it collapsed further.

Applejack felt Twilight's body wracked with her deathgasm, and quickly pulled her hoof from Twilight's cunt, lowering her body down onto her again instead. She felt Twilight's urine warm her belly, and allowed it to flow over her thighs and pussy as she continued to pummel Twilight's head. By the time she finally stopped, the stop of Twilight's head was concave, and the unicorn was indeed VERY dead.

Applejack couldn't believe that she had actually done it! She murdered her best friend in cold blood, and didn't even need to in the end, which only made it better!

"Well guess ya don't need this now," Applejack panted as she unbound Twilight's hooves from the stakes.

She dragged Twilight into the open, then straddled her face once again, grinding her pussy into that beautiful frozen expression. It felt even better than when she had done this to Rainbow's corpse, probably because this was a corpse that she herself made. She playfully dragged Rainbow's front half over and pushed her muzzle against Twilight's cunt, rubbing cooling dead pussy against cold dead face. She ran one hoof over Twilight's bruised and broken body and sighed in pleasure.

She would do it. Right then she decided, she wanted to slaughter all her friends. And she wasn't going to waste any time. Pinkie, Rarity, Fluttershy, and Spike would all be dead before the next 24 hours was up, and she couldn't wait to see how each of them reacted to death. Rarity was sure to squeal, Fluttershy was sure to beg, and she couldn't wait to torment Spike with the corpses of his master and lover. Pinkie was sure to... Applejack had no idea what Pinkie was sure to do, but she was going to find out.

At any rate she needed to stop fucking around and get out of there. The last thing she wanted was one of her family members to find her doing...

There was a sudden crash behind her. She turned to see Big Macintosh, staring wide eyed in shock at his sister grinding her pussy into the face of his dead lover.

3. Applejack Gives Big Mac Advice On His Relationship

Big Macintosh was a stallion of few words, and even those few words were gone as he stared at what he had come across. If it had been anyone else he might have immediately ran over and pummeled them to death on the spot. But his sister? How could it be his sister?

"Oh howdy big brother," Applejack greeted awkwardly, "Um... this isn't what it looks like... Aw hell, it's exactly what it looks like."

Applejack dropped Rainbow's head, which remained tucked between Twilight's hind legs, and rose to stand once again, Twilight's gooey face now also sticking to her crotch before sliding off with a lewd slurp. If Big Macintosh hoped that Twilight was still alive before, he knew she wasn't now, as he could see her caved in cranium and brains leaking everywhere.

Applejack waited for Big Mac to lunge at her, and for a moment all her guilt flooded back. Had it been any non-Apple that caught her, she would have immediately bucked them in the face and tied them down for another session of happy-fun-rape-and-murder-time, but this was her own brother. She couldn't kill her own blood and she certainly couldn't rape her own blood. Then again... her brother was a rather fine looking stallion; even she had noticed that healthy looking sheath tucked beneath him. Anyway even if she did go for it, whether she could actually best him in a fight was another thing entirely.

She waited for Big Mac to react further, but he just stood there and muttered a single word "What?" Yeah his brain pretty much cracked on this one.

"Well yer probably wonderin what happened," Applejack slowly started to move towards her brother. "Well um... Rainbow had an accident and was too far gone to help, so ah... made out with her and ate her out as she died, then pulled her off the spike, accidentally breaking her in half, and ground my pussy against her face."

Every time he started to move, he froze again from new confusing data. He wasn't even looking at Applejack, he was staring at the corpse of the mare he loved. And loved to fuck.

"Well Twilight caught me and thought ah had killed her," Applejack continued, "So ah knocked Twi out and tied her down, then broke off her horn. Ah raped her cunt and ass with long pieces of wood and then beat her senseless with my hooves, then caved her head in with a big rock."

"But..." Big Macintosh said the one word but then continued his stare. If she could just keep him broken for long enough to get to an advantageous position...

"She was real scared too, ah mean just look at that expression on her face. She was cryin and beggin, but ah just kept rapin and beatin til she was deader than a doorknob. Then ah raped the bitch's corpse too for good measure, but ah guess you already saw that part." Applejack slowly circled around behind Big Mac, "Ah kin see why ya like her though, brother. When I was ramming those splintery makeshift dildos into the same cunt and ass that you've rammed your cock into so many times, ah could tell that she had been a good lay." Big Mac started to move again, but her last word froze him again. "Well there she is bro. May as well have a go at her while she's still a little warm. We'll need to fish the wood out of her pussy and ass before ya fuck her of course. Anyway sorry about brutally murderin yer cock warmer." Applejack moved into position behind him, bracing herself for maximum impact, "Maybe ah kin make it up to ya by givin you a go at my cunt too. Bet ya always wanted to ram that throbbin red dick of yers into yer sister's cunt. Maybe we kin even make some foals, ah'm off foal control. Then after ya fuck me several times to make sure ah'm good and knocked up, we kin go find Applebloom and you can break in her underage pussy with yer giant mare mallet. Then we'll kill her and fuck her corpse too! Though ah guess fuckin her to begin with might have killed her already, ah mean at your size you could go in Bloom's one end and out her other. Two birds with one stone right? Fuck that little slut to death and then fuck her corpse every night til she literally falls apart in yer hooves from rot. That's what ah recommend you do with Twilight's brutally murdered corpse too, but you prolly already knew that. Ah mean what else do ya do with the rotting dead body of yer lover that yer sister murder-raped? She'll be yer own corpsey cock puppet."

Suddenly Applejack realized she had been in position for quite a while now, and had just kept talking because it was making her wet to say all those things.

Applejack reared her hind legs up, slowly aiming herself, then lunged her hind hooves with all her might and bucked him in the back of the head as hard as she could. She knew just one might not down him, so she immediately drew back and slammed him in the back of the head again. And again. And again. She didn't stop until he flopped onto the ground like a bag of sand, then bucked him twice more to make sure.

"Okay let's see..." Applejack thought aloud, "Maybe ah could take him to his room and convince him he hit his head and had a bad dream? Nah that wouldn't work with them goin missin at the same time. Ah hell, only option is to kill him ah guess. And brother or not, there's no way ah'm not havin a go at that plump stallion meat before he dies." She sighed, "Well better not waste time."

She dragged Big Mac across the floor and propped him to sit slightly up against a fallen wall. She tied his front hooves behind his back and his hind hooves each to different supports to keep his legs spread. She used as much rope as she thought it'd take to hold him, then doubled and tripled it, she was taking no chances.

Once again though her mind was torn, as she really didn't want to kill her own blood. The idea of fucking and murdering her own brother though had her so wet that she actually slipped and fell once from all the slippery juice drooling from her cunt to her hooves. She'd be lying if she said she'd never fantasized about riding his cock and soaking up his stallion spunk.

Applejack found some tight wire cord and sat it down next to Big Mac, then began patiently waiting for him to awake. Well no, it was more impatient waiting.

Well, may as well go ahead and get him hard. Applejack fondled his balls with one hoof and pulled back his sheath with another, his flaccid tip poking free. She leaned her head down, hesitating a few times on the way down, and then cupped her muzzle over the tip of his sheath, lapping her tongue into her brother's sheath to draw him out. As it emerged she continued to lap at it, leaving a glistening layer of saliva on the rapidly expanding shaft.

The more she went on, the less she hesitated. At first she tried to push the fact that this cock belonged to her closest relative out of her mind, but slowly allowed it to stay, and then slowly began to embrace it. She stroked him with both hooves, running her lips up and down his length, lapping at his sweaty balls and slurping down his tip as far as she could, swallowing firmly against his tip.

Applejack felt Big Mac shift his weight as he started to wake. He grunted, "What's goin on- --- APPLEJACK!?"

"What's wrong big brother?" Applejack said between slurps, "Didn't expect to wake up to yer sister goin down on yer giant red meat?"

"Nope..." Maybe he thought it was just a dream at this point, but the realization that it was his sister's muzzle working his cock brought him to full throbbing hardness in an instant. It looked like Applejack wasn't the only one of them that had had incest fantasies.

"Ready ta squirt yer sperm into yer sister's fertile cunt?" asked Applejack "Cause ah'm ready fer a ride!" She sighed, "Though unfortunately fer me, ah don't get ta go first. Yer sweet heart over there gets the first ride, it's only right. Ain't got no condoms though so looks like it's bareback fer the two of us."

Big Mac must have made himself forget the horror he had walked in on before, because he nodded his head with a grin spread from ear to ear. He was definitely okay with the idea of a threesome between him, his marefriend, and his sister, and even moreso with the idea of no foal control being involved. He had been trying to get Twilight to agree to let him impregnate her for months, and as for Applejack... getting to fuck a foal into her was a dream come true regardless of the stigma, and on top of that Twilight had apparently given her okay for it. It was time to knock up some pussies!

And then Applejack dragged Twilight into his view, pushing her into his lap reverse cowgirl style. He felt her cool stiff flesh against his belly, and stared at her bowl shaped head. And some of the other stuff came back to him. Applejack wasted no time positioning Twilight, pulling Mac's tip into position, then watching with a grin on her face as Twilight's still-moist cunt lips spread to let in the dead purple bitch's favorite cock.

"There was a stick in there," Applejack warned, "Too deep fer me to fish out, but I think I pushed it far enough that it'll be mostly out of the way. Just push it in further with yer dick if it's not."

"... N-nope!" Big Mac stammered.

Applejack chuckled, then leaned slowly up until her muzzle was less than an inch from Big Mac's ear. She whispered, "Big Mac... if you ruin this fer me by goin soft... I swear I will cut yer dick off, dig a hole where it used to be, then fuck you with yer own dick in that hole. Then I'll murder you, in case that part wasn't clear. Got it?" Well the murder would happen either way, but no need to specify that yet.

"Y-yep" Big Mac's good dream had turned into a nightmare, but he was in no condition to disagree.

Luckily for Applejack, her big brother has plenty of stamina and control, and managed to stay close to full hardness even as his cock slid into Twilight's cold dead pussy. The stick was in the way, and Big Mac flinched as he was forced to push it deeper with his cock, but he managed to do it, poking it right through the back of her womb and into her gut. Applejack sat on her haunches in front of Twilight and pressed her body to her dead friends, rubbing against her and kissing her hotly as she repeatedly tugged the corpse up and let it slide back down. She licked Twilight slowly up the side of her face, running her tongue across Twilight's wide open eye, before beginning to french her hotly again.

"Mmm," said Applejack, "Ah can still taste the tears on her face..." The more she got into it, the more her reluctance melted away, as did her guilt at the thought of tormenting and killing her own blood. Soon enough her lust would push it fully aside.

Twilight's sticky insides clung to Big Mac's cock, gripping him tightly as he pushed upwards into the cadaver-cunt. He slowly began to twitch his hips, afraid that he wouldn't be able to stay hard if he didn't move a bit himself, and soon Applejack was holding Twilight relatively still while Big Mac did most of the thrusting, smacking against her corpse as he went balls deep on each thrust, the dead cunt lips sticking against him as he slid in and out, stretching and making noises that were a bit less natural than usual.

"So how's it compare?" Applejack asked curiously between slurpy french kisses with Twilight, "Ah mean like... you've fucked Twilight's puss when she was alive, how is it different when she's dead? Ah guess it doesn't clench and grip like it did, but seems to still be a tight fit. Guess it's cold now too. Does it still feel as good? Ah mean ya might think it can't, but ah found rubbing mah pussy on a dead mare's face can feel better than a living one that can lick you and stuff, especially with me being the one that made her dead."

Big Macintosh didn't answer. He was staring into space with tears rolling down his face. Applejack knew they weren't from fear in his case, but from the loss of the mare he loved. How adorable!

Applejack started to move Twilight's body faster, and Big Mac moved to keep up with his movements, soon bouncing Twilight up and down, though the usual jiggle you'd get from a living bouncy mare was replaced by a stiff rocking. Applejack gave Twilight one more kiss, then turned her head around to look at Big Mac. It took some effort to get it all the way around so he could see her well, but it wasn't like Twilight minded.

"Ya know it's funny," Applejack mused, "As 'take charge' as Twilight could be in a crisis situation, ah always thought she would die with dignity if it ever came to that. But she was all crying, jerking around all frantic like, begging me to not kill her all pitiful and stuff. She didn't have an ounce of dignity by the time I snuffed out her pathetic life. Ah mean take a closer look at her expression, the last expression on her face. Just look at how terrified and heartbroken she looks... ah wonder if she thought about you when she was dyin... ah would imagine so ah guess... ya think she was?"

"Eyup..." Big Mac's voice was hollow as he listened to how terrified his poor love was, looking into that last expression, her eyes screaming at him to save her, but he was so very much too late. And now he was being forced to desecrate her body by somepony that looked like his sister. Was she a changeling or something? No it couldn't be a changeling, they would have taken Twilight's place and had sex with him, not done anything like this.

"Aw just look at those sad eyes," Applejack smiled, leaning around Twilight and giving him a short but wet kiss which he didn't respond to, "You must be takin her death pretty 'hard'. Rock hard with how she's bouncin." Applejack snickered, then huffed, "Oh come on big brother, you usually at least smile when ah tell a joke." She winked, "You bout ready ta cream in this bitch though? If ya take too much longer ah might have ta find other ways ta entertain myself."

Big Macintosh closed his eyes, and tried as hard as he could to pretend Twilight was alive so that he could get off and wouldn't get his cock cut off by his crazy sister. It wasn't easy, because every time he imagined her face, it would come back with that horrified expression. He finally gave up imagining he was with his marefriend and instead tried to imagine himself raping Fluttershy. That was considerably easier to imagine without his mind going back to necrophilia. He thought about the last time he raped her, the way Fluttershy squeaked so adorably and averted her tear stained eyes from looking at his face as he took her belly-to-belly.

That did the trick, because a few moments later Big Mac grunted as he blew his load, coating Twilight's cool inner flesh with a layer of his cum, body shivering as he panted. Applejack grinned slightly, then pulled Twilight upward, looking down to confirm and watching her brother's juice drooling out of the dead pussy as they separated.

"There ya go, that wasn't so hard now was it?"Applejack smiled.

Applejack tossed Twilight aside as if she were just a used sex toy, which was exactly what she was at this point. She bounced stiffly like a mannequin and then rested against Rainbow's corpse. Applejack leaned down and ran her tongue up Big Mac's cock from balls to tip, slurping up a mouthful of the mixture of cum and corpse-juice on his cock. That pretty quickly got him to full hardness once again, and his cock throbbed as his sister moved upward and pulled herself into his lap facing him.

"Ready to pump yer sister's pussy?" Applejack teased, "Ready to pump the pussy of the mare that just violently murdered the love of your life?" Applejack was having fun with Big Mac in the same way she had had with Twilight. With Twilight she could tease her about death, and with Big Mac she could tease him by going on about killing Twilight. He didn't say a lot like Twilight, but his eyes were expressive enough for Applejack to know she was affecting him. "Too bad yer favorite cunt didn't love you enough to let ya go in her bareback when she was alive. But not to worry, we can just toss that bitch aside like the corpse-garbage she is and give you a real mare's fertile pussy to plow."

Big Mac's glare towards his sister was hardening significantly, Applejack's words finally starting to overshoot any tie he felt for his sister. Of course that didn't keep him from throbbing rock hard as he felt Applejack nestle her pussy against his tip, her warm incestuous juices drooling warmly down his cock. Applejack smiled back at him, leaning forward and forcing a deep kiss on him as she slowly let herself sink down onto his shaft. Her soft lips rolled down his length, replacing the stiff chill of Twilight's cunt with the heat of her own. She slid herself down fully, not ceasing until her belly smacked wetly against his own, wriggling her bottom firmly against him, bottom brushing over his balls.

"Ah can barely believe it," Applejack said half to herself and half to her newest victim, "Mah own brother's bare cock balls deep inside me, ready ta paint mah insides with foal juice. Such a perfect fit too, stretchin mah fuck tunnel out with that girth. Ya think it's such a perfect fit cause we're siblings? Such a perfect cock... almost makes me wanna keep you alive... almost."

"... nope?" Big Macintosh grunted at her last words as his eyes went a bit wide again.

"Oops, didn't mean to let that out quite yet," Applejack chuckled, starting to rotate her hips softly, pussy clenching and milking at her brother's cock as she started to thrust her hips against his, and he couldn't keep his own hips from pressing upwards in time with her, "No point in tryin to hide it though, yeah, gonna kill you regardless. Ah mean ah had a blast doin' in Twilight, so may as well go fer a matched set with her favorite fuck right? Gettin' filled up with yer cum is just an added benefit, ya know?"

Applejack's hips slowly sped up, her body shaking violently, practically creaming herself already, she was so riled up it was hard for her to tell if she was cumming or going. Big Mac was clenching his teeth, tears for Twilight still rolling down his cheeks, and clearly trying his best not to cum for her, but there was no way he'd be able to hold for long with his sister's hot pussy convulsing around his shaft.

"Phew... that cock of yers has really got me goin'. Ah think ah'm shakin as much as Twilight was when she was seconds away from death," Applejack teased, "But don't ya worry none brother. Ah ain't no monster; ah'll let ya fuel up mah foal factory before ah go fer the kill. Hmm, ah wonder what ah should do with our foal. Ah mean should ah keep him or her as a fuck toy like long term, or should ah do in their cute little plot soon as they're old enough to understand what death is. Maybe ah could keep you around so ah kin force them to get it on with their rotten pops before snuffin' em out. Either way, gonna definitely start them up with the rapin' as soon as ah kin. Ah sorta hope it's a filly... more holes ta rape that way. Maybe ah could even find some stallions that are into foals and invite 'em over to help stuff her little foal-cunt."

Big Mac was slack-jawed at this point, not having even the briefest of responses to that. It was amusing to Applejack how easily her tough brother was to break with the right words. Whatever affect they were having on him though, Applejack's wicked cunt was going wild at all those thoughts. She had to pause her speaking for a minute as she went over the edge even beyond the convulsions she had already been bathing her brother's cock with. She arched her back and slammed her hips down hard as she moaned loudly, cum spraying out so hard that even Big Mac's face got a light misting. Afterward she didn't even slow her thrusting, driving forward and continuing to ram her sensitive cock-milker down onto her brother's fuck spire.

"Holy jumpin' Celestia on a pogo stick," Applejack grunted, "That had ta be the hardest ah've ever came! Ah think it was even a little bit harder than when ah came to seeing Twilight die, the way she thrashed around weeping and then convulsed violently as her eyes were rollin' back. Wish ya could of seen it bro."

Big Mac had his eyes and teeth clenched, but the way he twitched let Applejack know he heard her. She continued bouncing on his shaft, angling herself this way and that to feel the way his tip pushed against her inner walls differently. He was painting her insides with pre, but somehow had continued to resist another orgasm. Not for long though from the way he was shaking and tensing up.

"Ya sure got some gumption, holding off fer this long," Applejack panted, "But ya know all yer doin' is making sure ya really blow it hard when you do go off. Come on big bro, make some foals in yer sister so she can snuff ya out like she did that dumb cunt Twilight." She practically purred, "Ya know ah gotta admit ah'm a little torn. On one hand ah'd rather ya not be enjoyin' yer rape so much, but if ah really torture you like ah'd like to, ya might not stay as hard. No worries though, once ya knocked mah cunt up, ah'll make sure you suffer before ah let ya die."

She leaned forward and licked the tears from his face as she had Twilight's. He was trying very hard not to sob, it was funny to see the combination of that and trying not to cum on his face. She redoubled her efforts, shortening and quickening her thrusts, hammering her body against his with loud slaps that filled the half-demolished barn.

"Come on bro, fill yer sister up good," Applejack groaned, "Ya know... ah'm almost tempted ta go get Applebloom when I'm done gettin' knocked up. Could bring her here and let ya watch her die. Think that'd be good enough torment before ah let you die? Ah could force ya to rape her little pussy to death like ah mentioned before..." Applejack could barely believe it, but rather than bringing any guilt, the thought of murdering her innocent little sister only made her incestuous pussy convulse harder on her brother's cock.

Finally Big Mac couldn't hold it no matter how hard he tried, and Applejack was right that his resistance only made sure he came harder. Applejack had to cling to his body as he blew his load into her, feeling as if he might shoot her right off of him from all the pent up fuck juice filling her up. She continued to pump her drenched pussy down on his cock, milking him for every drop that she could manage. She felt of her belly, which was actually swollen from the amount that he put in her, and could almost feel her tightly stretched cum-filled womb wobbling about inside her.

"That's it, cum in yer sister's cunt!" Applejack moaned, "All that fuckin' juice, come on knock me up. Yeah fuck a foal deep in mah cunt, big brother. Ah'll think fondly of you as sh'm squeezing yer foal out of mah cunt."

"Uhhh...."

Applejack barely heard the expression, but turned around when it registered. Standing a few feet away from them was Applebloom, eyes wide as she watched her brother and sister fuck wildly and heard Applejack going on about getting a cunt full of foal from their big brother. Applejack didn't even bother to stop her hips, continuing to slam their sweaty, incestuous bodies together for Applebloom to see, even raising the hind leg nearest to Applebloom so that her little sister could see how Big Mac's throbbing cock was stretching out her drooling cunt.

"Well big bro," panted Applejack, "Looks like ah won't need ta go get her after all."

4. Applejack Bonds With Her Siblings

"Applebloom don't -mmmph!" Big Mac started to speak only for Applejack to grab the remains of a burlap sack nearby and stuff it into his mouth to keep him quiet.

"Ah guess ah should leave you two alone..." Applebloom started to back out of the barn. Apparently she hadn't seen the corpses as of yet though, her focus locked onto her siblings and unable to divert.

"You ain't gotta leave!" Applejack told her, "In fact ah want you to stay, come on over here." She slowed her hips down a bit as she came down from her orgasm, but kept her leg up so that Applebloom could see her sliding up and down Mac's shaft. Mac was struggling beneath her, trying to speak but unable to.

"Over... there?" Applebloom was unsure, blushing from head to hoof. "You two look busy."

"Aw come on now Applebloom, do you really think yer sister would do anything that would hurt ya? Come on over here." Applejack smiled, then finally pulled herself off of Big Mac, allowing his still throbbing shaft to flop against his belly.

"If you say so," Applebloom reluctantly moved towards them, eyes still wide and breathing heavily, "Why'd ya gag Big Mac?" Big Mac was shaking his head at Applebloom frantically.

"He likes to be dominated, he's just a bit shy about it," explained Applejack, sitting up on her haunches and casually rubbing her own impregnated pussy with one hoof, Mac's cum drooling out as she did, and using her other forehoof to stroke Big Mac's shaft, "Do ya know what we were doin'?"

"Uh, yeah," Applebloom's blushing seemed to increase even more, "Yer havin' sex."

"Ya learn about that in school?" chuckled Applejack, "Have you ever done it? You'd be adorable with one of those little colts from school fuckin' that cute little plot." Applejack was a bit disappointed that Bloom might not be a virgin, since her rape wouldn't be as painful if she wasn't.

"Not at school no," Applebloom shifted one hoof awkwardly, then shook her head, "Oh no, ah ain't ever done that. But ah... sorta... well Rarity was busy or somethin' so Spike came to the clubhouse lookin' fer Sweetie Belle instead. So he and her... uh did it right in front of me and Scoot. Then he took a turn with Scoot but... ah declined a turn. Ah knew you'd be mad and..."

"Mah little angel," Applejack roughed up Applebloom's mane with her hoof, getting cum in it in the process, "So innocent. Well ah'm glad yer precious little pussy is still untainted Bloom, but ah wouldn't be mad at you if ah found out you did let Spike fuck you. You kin let anyone you want to plow that soft cunt of yers."

"Really? Oh... ah'll keep that in mind," Applebloom nodded, sounding like she was considering it. Applejack wondered if Bloom had a particular male in mind to take her virginity. Too bad for Applebloom that she wouldn't get to act on any such plans once Applejack took her virginity and her life.

Talking to Applebloom was making Applejack wet with new fluids, Having such a casual, if naughty, conversation with her next victim, with them having no idea that she intended. Applebloom would never guess her sister's intent, and Applejack couldn't wait to see the look of betrayal in Applebloom's eyes when she found out that Applejack intended to snuff out her young life.

"Yer cussin' an awful lot," Applebloom pointed out, "Ah thought you said not to..."

"This is different," explained Applejack, "It's okay to cuss during sex, it's part of the fun." Applejack smiled, "Is all this naughty talk makin' you feel somethin'? Like something between yer hind legs... maybe gettin' a bit wet?"

Applebloom's blush returned in force, "Uh, a little bit, it feels sorta warm."

"Yer hot little cock milker is lubin' itself up, lookin' forward to gettin' stretched out with some fat dick." Applejack reached around to place a hoof right on Applebloom's slit, which indeed was getting a bit moist, and pulled her forward until her nose bumped Big Mac's cock. Applejack ran her own tongue up the shaft from balls to tip, showing Applebloom what to be doing, "Wanna help me clean this freshly-used fuck stick?"

"But he's mah brother..." Applebloom backed up just a bit.

"And he's mah brother," Applejack chuckled, "And ah let him do a lot more than this, come on now ain't nothin' wrong with having fun with family. Trust yer big sister."

"Um okay... I trust you..." Applebloom took a deep breath.

Applebloom first did exactly as Applejack had done, running her smaller tongue up the side of his shaft from balls to tip, tasting the mixture of her brother's and sister's cum coating the magnificent staff. She nervously moved her forehooves to the length, holding it up and stroking it slowly up and down as she licked about his tip. There was no way Big Mac could be anything but rock hard with his little sister licking him.

Applejack left Applebloom to handle the shaft for now, and herself moved about behind Applebloom, lifting her little sister's tail and pushing her muzzle against her slit. Applebloom squeaked and almost pulled away, but slowly started to relax into it. Applejack ran her tongue over the incredibly soft little hole, but couldn't manage to get her tongue very deep, licking against Applebloom's hymen but getting no further. The little filly's filly parts were absolutely delicious, fresh and innocent, though not for long. Soon Applebloom was rocking back and forth between her siblings.

It occurred to Applejack that she was eating out a nine year old's cunt, and wondered if this made her as much of a pedophile as Rarity was. Maybe not yet, but she was definitely starting to understand how somepony like Rarity could develop a fetish for foal plot. It was amusing to Applejack that Rarity and her had such a thing in common now, both having eaten out their little sister.

But it was time to stop wasting time and get to the rape part of her fun with Applebloom. She pulled slowly away to release Applebloom's hindquarters, looking at her sister from behind still lapping at Big Mac, having actually gotten into it a bit. Applejack could easily knock Bloom out and tie her up, but something made her want to keep her untied. Applebloom couldn't exactly outrun her if she did get loose, and feeling her squirm as she was held down would be so much more personal.

"All right Bloom," Applejack instructed, "Move on up and sit in yer brother's lap. Ah wanna see ya nestle that cute little cunt against his tip."

"Uh, ah dun think he'll fit in..." Applebloom started to complain.

"And ah think he'll fit balls deep in your underage pussy," Applejack pulled Applebloom forward and tugged her into Big Mac's lap, sitting her against Mac's shaft. "Guess we'll have to see who is right."

"Whoa whoa" Applebloom started to squirm a bit at that point, "You mean all the way? Sis ah thank that would probably hurt me, like a lot."

"And ah think it'll kill you," Applejack's voice suddenly turned dark, "Let's see which of us is right."

"This ain't funny Applejack!" Applebloom exclaimed, but no one was laughing.

She finally got Applebloom's cunt pushed against Big Mac's tip, but keeping it there was another thing entirely as Applebloom had really started to squirm. It was awkward holding Applebloom around the waist with one leg as the other tried to guide Big Mac's shaft. Applejack soon realized that Bloom had a lot of energy to wear out, and Applejack was already worn.

Applejack grabbed the cord she'd put beside them, looping it around Applebloom's neck and pulling it tight, then yanked it as hard as she could with her mouth as both front hooves held Applebloom's writhing body. Applebloom couldn't talk at that point, though she managed to make one cute little squeak.

"Don't worry sugar cube," said Applejack through clenched teeth, "Ah ain't gonna kill you yet, just gettin' you weak to make ya more managable."

Applebloom tried pointlessly to use her hooves to loosen the thread, but soon her movements were weakening and her legs were going limp. Applejack knew she had a fine line to tread, she couldn't go too long and kill Applebloom early, not before she had experienced the agony that Applejack wanted her to.

As Bloom went still she let the cord loosen a bit, and moved to push Applebloom down on the shaft as quickly as she could. It took an incredible amount of effort, the little filly's virgin pussy so very tight as it stretched against the tip. Applejack was determined not to stop, and finally she felt it give as his tip popped inside Applebloom's pussy. Her cherry was popped immediately, little drops of blood drooling down Big Mac's shaft, the child's innocence raped away.

Applejack immediately pulled the cord loose again, not wanting to miss Applebloom's shriek as she was penetrated. Applebloom didn't disappoint; her ear-shattering squeal filled the barn. Applejack pushed Bloom downward with all her weight to get Big Mac deep enough that he wouldn't easily pop back out.

Applejack made sure to lean over and get a good look at Applebloom's face as well, practically moaning as Applebloom looked her back in the eyes with a confused look at having been suddenly betrayed by her own sister. Applejack winked at her, then leaned further to yank the gag out of Big Mac's muzzle; maybe he'd have some input about the impalement of their little sister on his shaft.

"Let her go!" screamed Big Mac as soon as it was removed.

"Are ya sure big brother?" asked Applejack, "Yer cock isn't complaining none. Ah thought maybe I'd need to tie it off to keep ya hard, but it looks like that throbbing fuck stick has taken a liking to raping underage cunt."

"Applejack it hurts!" sobbed Applebloom again as she felt her big sister shove her down further.

"Good," said Applejack, "It's gonna hurt worse, doesn't look like yer little pussy has even been properly ripped open yet."

Applejack held Applebloom close so that she could feel her crying little sister squirming about in agony. She pulled her up and down, rewarded with a squeak of pain each time she rammed her back down on Big Mac's cock. She grinned as she felt Bloom's cervix resist, and rammed her down as hard as she could, slamming into it until Big Mac's cock broke through the tiny cervix to push right into her undeveloped womb. For a moment it slid deeper into her, at least until his cock tip stretched the back wall of her womb.

"No please sis please!" Applebloom begged and squealed, "It hurts really bad ah don't think ah can take it... Applejack? Applejack listen to me!"

"Ah am listening to you," Applejack chuckled, "Keep on beggin' for me sis, it's making my pussy that much wetter. You have no idea how hard I'm gonna blow when you die fer me."

“But why would you do this to me?” Applebloom choked, “Ah love you…”

“Well sis wish ah had a really good reason for you,” Applejack leaned forward and kissed Applebloom’s forehead as she might have done when tucking her in bed before, “Well ah think it’s a good reason but you probably don’t. The only real reason ah’m killin’ you and our big brother is so ah kin get off watchin you both die… just a pity ah kin only do this once. Though ah suppose ah kin fuck yer corpse repeatedly, so that’s somehin’”

“But ah love you…”

The look of confusion on Bloom’s face was glorious to look at. The cute little filly had just betrayed as completely as anypony could be betrayed. The pony that she thought would always be there to protect her was the one hurting her, and apparently about to kill her. That combined with Applebloom repeatedly saying that she still loved Applejack almost drove Applejack to a new orgasm on the spot.

Filled with lustful energy and driven onward by the reactions of her victims, Applejack increased her shoving of Applebloom, determined to break Big Mac through her womb and into her gut. Applebloom’s belly was already swelling with the girth of their big brother, and AJ wanted to see more. Finally Applejack got what she wanted, Applebloom screaming like a banshee as her bloody cunt was pushed lower on Big Mac’s cock, his tip breaking through her womb and into her gut.

“Ah’m sorry little sis!” Big Mac gritted his teeth, “Ah wish ah could help you… please forgive me!”

“Oh yeah yer so sorry,” laughed Applejack, “Is that why yer cock is stayin’ so hard? Hell ah think it’s getting’ harder the further you fuck her incestuous child-cunt. Do ya have the same gruesome fantasies as yer sister? Maybe mah new-found murder fetish is hereditary?” She licked Applebloom’s face which was now twisted in pain as well, “Ya feel how hard our big brother is Bloom? And this is after he’s came already in Twilight and me! He’s getting’ off to yer death by his cock, he’s about to cum in yer soon-to-be corpse.”

“Big Mac…” Applebloom barely cracked out the words, “How could you… Both of…”

Big Mac stared into Applebloom’s eyes, begging him to go soft, but the clench of foal cunt around his shaft, feeling even better than he had imagined, not to mention his incest fetish, kept him rock solid. No matter how ashamed he felt, he couldn’t get himself soft. He felt his organ forcing Applebloom’s organs as he was forced deeper, shivering in both lust and disgust at the slimy feel of them. He could feel the pressure of Applebloom’s lungs as they expanded and contracted rapidly, as well as the panicked pace of her little heart thumping against his shaft.

“How does it feel to be moments away from yer death, little sis?” Applejack licked away Applebloom’s tears and hugged her body tightly, not wanting to miss the filly’s approaching deathgasm. “Feel yer body desperately but fruitlessly tryin’ to hold on? Try to enjoy it at least a little, kin only do it once after all.” She briefly ran a hoof around the penetration point, finding Applebloom so torn that her pussy was nothing more than a huge gash. She licked the hoof clean and went back to hugging Applebloom.

“Please AJ… she didn’t do nothin’ to deserve this…” Big Mac pleaded even as he throbbed close to orgasm, cock literally bulging Applebloom’s neck as it prepared for its exit through the gagging foal.

“Ah think she’s beyond savin’ no matter what ah do at this point,” Applejack pointed out, “Besides... of course she doesn’t deserve this, ah can’t think of anypony that deserves this less than her. Not to mention she’s only nine years old, her life cut short so early…” She licked her lips, “Don’t ya see? That’s exactly what makes it so hot! Brutally murderin’ mah own little sister, innocent as she kin be, fer no more reason than to get my cunt wet,“ She smirked, “And you agree, at least a little, else you wouldn’t be about to blow yer top.”

Finally the last fleshy barrier gave way and Applebloom’s head was pushed back as she faced upwards and Big Mac’s throbbing bloody cock tip exited her mouth. As much as he hated himself for it, Big Mac couldn’t hold it in any longer either, his muscles tightening as his cum surged through his cock, visibly expanding Applebloom’s body and bloating her just a bit more.

The last thing Applebloom ever saw was the cum fountaining out of her mouth and then raining back down on her face, burning her eyes and drooling a coating of white down her shivering body. She didn’t fight death, thankful to finally be free from the torment as she felt herself fading. Her body trembled violently, managing to milk even more cum out of Big Mac. Finally the filly-on-a-stick’s twitches lessened as she died, still facing upwards with her last delicious expression frozen onto her cum covered face.

“Ah just killed mah own sister,” Applejack panted quietly, before adding more loudly, “Ah just brutally murdered mah little sister! So fucking hot!”

Applejack’s pussy was throbbing violently as it splattered her own femme cum onto her sister’s freshly-minted corpse. She leaned downward and gave Applebloom another kiss, both kissing her cum and blood filled mouth and slurping at Big Mac’s cock tip.

She was still shivering violently in orgasm as she pulled away; there was something she had to do before her big brother went soft. She pulled out a cord, the one she had used to choke Applebloom into submission earlier, and tied one end around Big Mac’s big red cock. She pulled it tight at the base of his shaft, causing him to grunt a bit. Applejack made doubly sure it was tight enough to keep the blood from rushing out of her big brother’s cock. Good. Now it’d stay hard and she’d be able to feel his cold dead cock inside her later.

For now though she just kept Applebloom there. She just looked so perfect there with the cock rammed through her and fresh cum drooling down every side of her body.

Applejack turned back towards Big Mac, and their eyes met, his full of intense hatred for her now. It wasn’t the best expression to have frozen on his face; too bad.

“Ah don’t know why yer so angry,” Applejack told him, “Ah mean ah just helped ya indulge in several of yer secret fetishes. Ya got to fuck me, creamin’ a foal into yer own sister’s juicy cunt. Ya got to ram yer cock into a nine-year-old’s cunt, who as an added bonus was also yer sister! And ya got to fuck her to death! How many stallions get to fuck a filly TO DEATH before they die? Hell you even got to have a threesome with me and Twilight.” She rolled her eyes, “Are you still saddle sore ‘bout me killin’ yer fuck-friend? Yer bein’ such a baby about it.”

Applejack dragged Twilight’s stiff corpse back over to them, leaving a trail of slime on the floor from the cum still drooling from Twilight’s cadaver-cunt. As she propped Twilight so that Big Mac could get another good look at her last expression, Big Mac’s own expression softened into a bit more despair and depression. It was an okay expression she figured, but she really wanted all her victims to have a real proper ‘I’m being murdered’ face on their corpse.

“Ah kin almost still hear her voice,” Applejack mused, “Tha way she begged fer her life, the way she sobbed and writhed as she was raped up both holes and then beaten to death. Ah don’t know if any of mah other friends will get me to cum myself so hard as they die.” Applejack stared into his face as if keeping track of her progress, “Ah wish you coulda seen it. Well ya got to see Applebloom die at least.” She stroked Applebloom’s still, cum-covered body, “And best of all, she died knowin’ that her brother got as hard about the whole thing as ah got wet. I saw the hurt in her eyes as tha last thing she saw was yer cum rainin’ down on her after cummin’ so hard to her impalement on yer fuck spire. She died knowin’ that both of us wanted her to DIE painfully.”

Big Mac started to cry once again, finally outright sobbing as Applejack continued on. Yep, that was a much better face to have plastered on his corpse. It was time for murder again.

Applejack wrapped the opposite end of the cord around Big Mac’s neck, slowly pulling it tight around him. She stood above him, pushing her plot down and letting his cock tip pop into her tight tailhole. If she squished Applebloom down a bit, she had a few inches of cock to work with there.

“Just to prove ah’m not a monster,” Applejack grinned, “Ah’m gonna let you die with yer cock inside both your sisters at once. Both me and the one you enjoyed fucking to death so much. Besides ah’m sure ya wanted ta fuck me up the ass before ya died.”

Applejack made shallow thrusts, the other fluids on his shaft lubricating his way into her. Even with this little of it in her, it felt amazing, probably because of what she was going to get to do to him as she rode it.

“Ready to die bro?” Applejack smiled. She was ready to kill, that was for sure.

“… eyup..” Big Mac choked on a sob.

Applejack finally jerked the cord tight around his neck, cutting his air off completely and then continuing to pull just to be sure. Big Mac probably tried not to struggle, though his body trembled and twitched whether he wanted to or not, his chest heaving as it tried to inhale unsuccessfully. Applejack knotted the cord tight so that it wouldn’t come loose, freeing up her muzzle so she could pull him into a deep kiss, looking deep into his eyes and beginning to stroke his body with her fore hooves.

It was strange, but somehow this felt like the most romantic thing she’d ever done. Making out hotly with her brother and victim, eyes locked as he resigned himself to death. And there were so many arousing sounds too. The slurp of her muzzle as she repeatedly kissed him, the wet suction sound as his cock tip pushed her anus open with each stroke, even the moist smack of her bottom against Applebloom’s face.

“Mmm ah needed this,” Applejack moaned between kisses, “A nice calm break after killing the others so violently. Ah’ll be nice and rested so ah can go kill the others right after.”

Being so close to him, she could see his flesh color turning blue around his eyes, his body shivers becoming more random. She felt his heart thumping wildly, and kept one hoof there on his chest so that she could feel it as it stopped. She savored every one of his last moments as she watched the consciousness fade from his eyes.

“I just wanted you to know, big brother,” Applejack whispered to him, the last thing Big Mac would ever hear, “That ah don’t feel the slightest bit of regret, and ah couldn’t be happier that things ended up this way. It’s the best day of mah life. Now DIE you dumb fuck. I wanna fuck yer corpse.”

Big Mac was shaking hard by the time she finished, eyes rolling back and heart fluttering sporadically, trying desperately to hold on. Applejack kissed him once more deeply, holding the kiss until his heart finally fluttered to a stop, and moaning loudly as her cunt convulsed even with nothing in it, drooling more of her climactic juice down into Applebloom’s gaping mouth.

“Mah own brother,” Applejack panted, ”My own siblings, who ah love more than anypony, dead by mah own hoof. So. Fuckin’. Hot.” And she really didn’t feel a lick of regret any longer. “Well… if ah kin kill mah two closest family members, killing the others should be easy.”

The closest thing to regret that she felt was annoyance that she wasn't directly responsible for Rainbow Dash's death. If she was it would have been a completely matched set. On the other hoof she was glad Rainbow impaled herself, else she wouldn't have gotten to experience all these beautiful things. Maybe she could even be responsible for Rainbow; she didn't go and get help after all and probably could have. Applejack tried to rationalize Rainbow's death as somehow being her own fault.

She also thought about pulling Applebloom so that she could go belly deep with Big Mac’s shaft, but couldn’t bring herself to pull Applebloom off of it. She was just so perfect there with cum and other juices drying on her body. Not to mention Applebloom was holding his cock in an upwards pointing position, so he’d go stiff with it at the proper angle. Anyway, his cock wouldn’t be really cold and stiff yet. She wondered what his cock would feel like inside her cunt or ass being death-stiff instead of throbbing-stiff; that was something she definitely would look forward to.

Hmm... something was missing...

Applejack looked around, but no one had suddenly found them. She shrugged and pulled herself off her dead brother's cock to head towards the door.

5. Applejack Thanks Rarity For Her Thoughtful Gift

Applejack felt amazing. Murdering her friends and family made her feel so alive, but she knew she could feel even better once the last of her friends died in agony at her own hoof. Her pussy was drooling down her thighs again at the thought. She reckoned it wasn’t going to be anything less than sopping wet until she finished.

It was too bad no pony else showed up though. For a bit there Applejack had started to think maybe it wasn't fate that she murder all her friends. Or… maybe it was.

As Applejack left the door, she looked into the distance and saw Rarity approaching the farm. Of course! Rarity had said she was coming over today to give Applebloom a new dress, and then they were supposed to walk to Pinkie’s picnic party together. Of course Applejack could have easily spared her friends life by just meeting her on the edge and telling her she was busy, she could probably even explain away why she was covered with fluid and smelled like she had been fucking corpses. Of course that would be no fun though. No, she wanted Rarity to get an entrance like the others did.

Applejack went back inside, moving to straddle Big Mac’s face, and starting to rub herself firmly against his muzzle, moving hard enough that Applebloom and Big Mac’s cock wobbled a bit. She draped Twilight over Big Mac, then positioned Rainbow’s front half so that her face was pressed into Twilight’s stiff purple pussy. She then picked up Rainbow’s back end with her forelegs and began enthusiastically eating out her love’s stiff pussy. It was a bit harder to push her open now, but Applejack managed to lap her tongue as deeply into her moist insides as she had before.

The path went right next to the barn, and there were enough holes in the walls that Applejack saw when Rarity was close. When she was within hearing distance Applejack called out “In here Rarity!” between deep licks.

Oblivious, Rarity turned and went towards the barn, hesitating a bit at the strange smell but then headed inside. “Applejack? Are you in….”

Rarity was unsurprisingly stunned into silence upon seeing Applejack in the pile of corpses, rubbing her pussy on her brother’s dead face and eating out half of a deader than dead Rainbow Dash.

“Hay there Rarity,” Applejack chuckled as she put Rainbow down, “Yer just in time to become the newest member of mah new corpse pile.”

Applejack rose wetly from her seat and approached Rarity, who was still standing there with her eyes wide. Applejack hesitated on purpose though, as she wanted to see if Rarity would try to run. It wasn’t like she could outrun Applejack, and dragging her kicking and screaming into the barn might be fun.

“It’s time to die you prissy bitch,” Applejack paused in front of her. “Well… aren’t ya gonna run fer yer life?”

Rarity could barely process what was happening, but finally managed to step back a few feet before turning her hot plot towards Applejack and breaking off as fast as she could. To her credit, Rarity ran faster than she probably ever had before; fear of death would do that to a girl.

“No…” Rarity was already crying, predictable but no less hot, “Somepony help me! HELP! Help me!”

Applejack caught up to Rarity quickly, grabbing her by one of her hind legs and sending her friend into a face plant on the paved walkway. She did her best to get up and run again, but was rewarded by Applejack cunt-punting her several times, kicking her with one leg and holding her with another so she didn’t go too far. Rarity's screaming was punctuated delightfully with each kick, seeming to get louder and louder.

Applejack landed on Rarity’s back then with all four hooves, sending her slamming once again into the pavement. Applejack put all her weight on the struggling mare to keep her pinned, then pulled one of Rarity’s legs back behind her, straining it hard until she heard it crack. Well if Rarity had entertained any thought that this might be a joke, she definitely didn’t now. Applejack practically moaned as she broke the same leg in several different places, bones jutting out of Rarity’s flesh.

“Ya know that no one else is gonna be in hearin’ range sugar cube,” Applejack grinned as she watched Rarity writhe, “And there was no way ya could outrun me even before ah snapped yer leg, so just accept it. This is the day you die, Rarity.”

“Why are you doing this Applejack?” Rarity sobbed, “What happened to you?”

“Ah’m doin’ it because after killin’ Rainbow, Twilight, and both mah siblings, my pussy is still sopping wet. Maybe ending a miserable cunt’s life might help sate it.”

Applejack put Rarity’s saddle bag onto her own back and dragged Rarity towards the barn by one hind leg, with Rarity curling up and clenching her broken front leg with the good one. Applejack had been right. It had been quite fun when she had to tackle her victim and drag her inside, kicking and screaming as she was. Actually, since Applejack knew that she could easily overpower Rarity, maybe she didn’t even have to tie her down at all. Feeling her writhe like that might be fun too.

Applejack flopped Rarity down onto the ground next to the corpse pile. Now that she was closer, Rarity could see that there was no mistake. These were real corpses all right, and Rarity couldn’t take her eyes off of Big Mac’s cock tip jutting out of Applebloom’s damp dead face.

“Y-you killed them,” Rarity stammered, “You killed them all… what?... how? .. why would you do this?”

“Already told ya why,” chuckled Applejack, “Cause ah’m horny. As fer how… Rainbow was impaled on a pole and slowly bled to death, ah beat Twilight to death, Applebloom got ran through with Big Mac’s cock like you can see there, and Big Mac was strangled. Every one of ‘em died sobbing, and ah don’t expect you to be any exception.” Applejack casually straddled Rarity with her hind legs as one foreleg went to rub at Rarity’s soft white pussy. “So, did ya wanna have some say in yer own demise? How do you think ah should kill you?”

Rarity growled and tried to move away, but of course couldn’t. “You shouldn’t kill me at all! Get off me! Stop rubbing my… lady parts!”

Applejack took a deep breath and then suddenly sounded just a bit more serious, “Ya know what Rarity? Of all the murders ah have and will commit today, you are the only one of them that ah actively don’t care fer. Yer a fuckin’ snob and you deserve to die.” Applejack smiled again, “Of course ah don’t like just giving ponies what they deserve, so we’ll have to think of an appropriately agonizing way fer yer life to end. I want you to get more than you deserve like every pony else.”

Applejack remembered though that Rarity was supposed to bring Applebloom a dress, so she unlatched Rarity’s saddle bags and easily found the pink, frilly outfit. “Aw this’ll look adorable on her little corpse.” Applejack mused before turning to the dead foal. She pulled the dress over Applebloom’s head, fitting her limp little fore legs through the sleeves and adjusting it so that it looked nice and pretty on her. She pulled it up a bit higher so it wasn’t hiding the sight of Big Mac’s cock in Bloom’s overstretched pussy.

Rarity just stared at Applejack as she did this, dumbfounded into silence even as tears continued to roll down her face. Applejack looked back to see her expression and smirked.

“Ah suppose the cocks yer used to are usually smaller than Big Mac’s,” Applejack teased, “Though I guess even if underage dragon and pony cocks don’t stretch ya as much, a foal-fiddler like you would get off hard on it, and they’d still be good when you gave them a go at your little sister.”

“Says the pony that literally… fucked her own little sister to death,” Rarity snapped back.

“Such language from such a lady,” Applejack smiled, “Ah didn’t say ah wasn’t an incestuous foal-fucker, just that you are too. Ah’m quite proud of how brutally I raped and murdered sis.”

Applejack kicked Rarity in the gut a few times just to remind her who was in charge, leaving her in another sobbing fit, whining and crying as Applejack moved back to her rear end. Applejack held her with one front hoof as the other pressed against Rarity’s soft little pussy. She pushed harder and harder until Rarity’s cunt popped over her hoof, then immediately began ramming her hoof in and out, hoofing the crying Rarity. Applejack begin to think while doing so.

“How to kill her…,” Applejack mused as she continued ramming her hoof, Rarity’s juice covering more than half of her leg, “The problem is this is so unexpected and ah didn’t have time ta really plan it out.“

Applejack paused as Rarity attempted to kick her, but the leg was easily pushed aside. She pulled her hoof free of Rarity’s cunt with a long slurp, gripping about the leg that tried to kick her and twisting it this way and that until it popped out of the socket, eliciting a particularly beautiful scream from Rarity. For good measure, she casually moved to Rarity’s other good legs, doing the same to each of them in turn, making sure Rarity was completely immobile.

Applejack returned to Rarity’s behind, though this time she pushed her gooey hoof against Rarity’s tail hole instead, which took a lot more effort to pop into, but was worth it from the squeal Rarity gave her when she finally popped in. She continued to hoof her just as deeply in her ass as she had in her cunt, Rarity’s squirming and sobbing truly a sight to behold.

“I got it!” Applejack suddenly had an idea, yanking her hoof free of Rarity and leaving her there for the moment. Applejack left the barn, going to a nearby shed and returning with a large cooking spit and a good bit more string, and began setting them up outside of the barn. Rarity watched her from inside as she did this, getting very nervous about Applejack’s intentions for her.

“Applejack please,” Rarity said when Applejack finally approached her, “Don’t do this. I’ll do anything else you want. I’ll be your sex slave if you want! I’ll… maybe even help you with Fluttershy and Spike?”

Rather than respond, Applejack began to drag Rarity out the door and towards the spit by one hind leg, twisting it as she went to make sure and agitate the broken bone. The closer they got to the spit, the more panicked Rarity became, her screams once again reaching a deafeningly high pitch.

“No Applejack!” Rarity sobbed, “I don’t want to burn to death that’s a horrible way to die!”

“Yeah ah know,” Applejack chuckled, “That’s why this is such a good idea. And tha way yer sobbin’ already, ah can’t wait ta hear the sounds you’re ‘bout to make.” She hmmmed, “Ah wonder how different a well-done corpse will feel too, should be an interestin’ texture to grind against.”

“This is a nightmare…” Rarity tried to convince herself, “This can’t be real. Applejack would never do this…”

“Oh ah don’t think a dream can make ya feel as much agony as yer about to,” Applejack grinned. “And the only reason ah wouldn’t have done this before is cause ah didn’t realize how good it felt. Ah mean who woulda thought murder and corpse-fuckin’ would feel so good?”

Applejack ran a hoof over Rarity’s body, taking a deep breath and enjoying how her friend felt shivering in terror as she was. This was going to be her first kill that she actually planned to do instead of just being spur of the moment, and it felt all the more hot for it.

Applejack pulled the poll off the spit roaster and waved it in front of Rarity’s face a few times teasingly, letting her see what was about to be rammed in one end and out the other. Unlike with Applebloom though, Rarity was large enough in relation to the pole’s girth that she should be able to do it without killing Rarity outright, which was good because it wouldn’t be nearly as fun if Rarity wasn’t cooked alive. Rarity looked at Applejack with pitiful eyes, shaking her head, still begging her not to go through with it.

Applejack pulled the pole back, situating Rarity on her side. She pondered for a moment which of Rarity’s well-fisted holes she should enter through, and finally decided to push it into her friend’s anus; that way she could more easily eat her out when she was a bit more baked. Rarity took it easily as it wasn’t near the width of Applejack’s hoof, but wriggled all the same as Applejack pushed the pointy tip deeper, holding Rarity’s plot as still as possible as she pushed right through the wall of Rarity’s intestines and up into her gut. Rarity began to squirm violently, making it that much harder to get inside, her eyes wide as if she can't believe Applejack really went and shoved the thing into her.

“Come on now Rarity, just a bit less writhin’ for now please,” Applejack said as she carefully pushed it deeper, “Ah’m tryin’ ta cause as little damage as possible here, we don’t want ya to die too quickly after all. Ah want ya to feel every second as yer flesh gets melted off.”

“You can’t be serious…” Rarity sobbed even as the pole was pushed deeper.

“You just keep tryin’ to convince yerself of that,” Applejack chuckled.

Applejack didn’t know too much about internal anatomy, aside from what she’d seen of Rainbow’s guts splattered around the barn, but did her best to be precise, pushing a hoof against Rarity’s belly to try and feel out where she was. Impressively, she actually managed to jab the stabbing tip of the spit pole into the bottom of Rarity’s stomach, piercing into it and sliding within before making its way up Rarity’s esophagus.

Rarity began choking even more as she felt the terrifying sensation of the pole exiting her throat, then looked at it cross-eyed as the bloody tip exited her muzzle. Applejack stepped back for a moment and admired her handiwork, panting as Rarity stared at her in abject horror. Rarity was completely at Applejack’s mercy now, and knew that there was little if any chance of her surviving this.

Rarity gave a weak struggle as Applejack picked the spit up with Rarity impaled on it. It was quite heavy, though Applejack thought the spit should be strong enough to hold her. She carefully hooked the spit above the makeshift fire pit. She attached a turning handle to each end of the poll, then went to grab a match as well. She lit the match, waving it a bit in front of Rarity’s face as they both anticipated what was coming, then finally lit the kindling that she had piled beneath her friend and possibly dinner.

Applejack let the fire catch slowly, moving to where Rarity could see her as she watched. Applejack panted, grinding her hoof into her own pussy, letting Rarity see how much she was enjoying this. Rarity wriggled and grunted on the pole, still gagging on the length jutting out of her face, her groans getting louder and louder as the heat built beneath her.

Rarity’s face twisted in a delightful look of pain as the heat began to singe her fur. Applejack pondered bit before carefully readjusting the spit, putting Rarity a few inches lower so that the flames would properly lap about her. Rarity began to outright panic, thrashing about. Applejack reached her free hoof to slowly begin to turn Rarity on the spit, watching as Rarity’s pristine white fur charred, her flesh blackened and boils visibly forming where the fur was burned away.

Applejack had neglected to tie Rarity’s hooves up, so when Rarity went belly down her twisted broken limbs flopped even deeper into the fire, twitching and desperately trying to hold them higher, as pointless as that was. Rarity was shrieking non-stop by now, seeming unable to act even a little sentient as the flames continued to boil her flesh.

Still Applejack continued to turn Rarity with one hoof and enthusiastically masturbate with the other, her eyes wide with delight as Rarity was exceeding Applejack’s expectations. Rarity’s tears and drooling cunt juice literally steamed off her body, and chunks of charred flesh began to drool from her body and fall into the fire in chunks, revealing delicious looking, meaty muscle fiber that slowly baked.

“No fuckin’ kidding,” Applejack said excitedly, though she wasn’t sure if Rarity was capable of hearing her now, “That really does look painful; maybe even more painful than what Applebloom got. Ah ain’t ever seen a pony in this much pain, fuck this is hot!”

Applejack was tempted to lower Rarity more into the flames, but didn’t want to risk her dinner dying too quickly. Rarity lasted an impressive amount of time as well. Applejack didn’t exactly have a clock on her, but it felt like an hour at least. Rarity’s eyes literally swelled up and burst from the heat, pus gushing out of her eye sockets and streaming across her face. Her screams became more labored, especially when her tongue swelled up and popped as well, reducing her shrieks to more of a constant gargling sound. Rarity was barely recognizable as a pony by that point, but boy did she smell delicious.

Applejack rose from her place at the side of the spit, going to the other end of Rarity instead and turning her so that she was belly up. Curious, Applejack leaned down and licked at Rarity’s well-done pussy meat. She ignored the heat, her arousal batting away any pain she might have felt, and eagerly pushed her tongue inside to eat her friend out.

Then the eating out became literally as she bit down on one of Rarity’s cunt lips and tore a chunk of the meat away. She chewed slowly and swallowed it down, surprised at how delicious pony meat was. Rarity’s moans and gurgles still in the background, Applejack took a moment to savor a bit of cannibalism, pulling away chunks of cunt meat, rolling it around her muzzle to enjoy the taste, then chewing it down.

The only reason that she didn’t eat the whole thing out was that she realized she might want to make Spike fuck Rarity’s well-done corpse later, so instead she grabbed at one of Rarity’s hind legs, twisting it hard, more easily able to tear it away completely now. She ravenously began tearing chunks of meat off the legs, gnawing them the best her herbivore teeth could and swallowing down the meat. Holding it with one hoof and starting to masturbate again with the other, she began to enjoy it more and more.

She was distracted then when Rarity’s body started to shake a lot more violently on the spit, and realized that Rarity was finally biting the big one. She had to admit she was a bit disappointed; she would have baked Rarity for hours on end if it were possible. She made the best of it though, holding out the foreleg behind Rarity as the dying mare pissed herself, letting the steamy urine wash over the leg to give it a bit more flavoring.

Once it was drenched in the cunt juice of her dead friend, she took a moment to put the fire out before digging into the leg again. She might have came herself again as well, if it weren’t for the fact that she busted out at least four orgasms while she watched Rarity cook. Yet even after all that, she felt like she might actually be even more horny than before. Some of her friends were still alive, she needed to rectify that.

So into the moment was Applejack that she didn’t noticed when Pinkie Pie approached, no doubt there to see why Applejack (not to mention their other friends) had never shown up to the picnic party. She tilted her head a bit as she approached, taking a while to be able to see what Applejack was doing… eating a chunk of meat with one fore hoof and hoofing herself with the other. Rarity was so mangled that Pinkie didn’t realize the meat she was eating was Rarity until she was only a few feet away. Pinkie tilted her head and casually trotted over to peek into the half-destroyed barn, finding the rest of the corpses inside.

Pinkie moved into Applejack’s line of sight when she peeked into the barn, and Applejack suddenly spit out her present mouthful and looked over to Pinkie with wide eyes. Pinkie turned back casually toward Applejack and calmly waved at her. "Hi!"

6. Applejack And Pinkie Pie Share A Common Bond

This time it was Applejack’s turn to be the stunned one, but Pinkie seemed to be patient, giving Applejack time to process the moment.

“So yer… not mad that ah killed em all? Not gonna flee in terror or anythang?” Applejack asked as she tossed Rarity’s half-eaten leg next to her still spitted corpse.

“Well I’d probably advised against killing THEM, but not much point in worrying about it after they’re already deader than dead,” replied Pinkie, still completely casual, “Besides you obviously put a lot of hard work into this, so it’d be a shame to let it go to waste!... Nah, no point in running; you can outrun me pretty easy, especially when you’re all riled up and horny!”

“Oh… well okay,” Applejack stood where she was, still unsure what to do.

“I’m so sorry though!” Pinkie went on, “If I’d known you were into snuff parties I would have totally invited you to the ones I arranged before!”

“You’ve… done this before?” Applejack tilted her head.

“Oh sure!” Pinkie nodded, “Never been a ‘guest of honor’ at a snuff party before though! I guess you’re gonna’ make me a guest of honor huh.”

“Guest of honor?” Applejack stammered.

“Well you’re gonna kill me right?” Pinkie Pie asked, “That makes me a guest of honor!”

“Um well yeah,” Applejack admitted, “Ah was kinda’ lookin’ forward to killin’ you today. Maybe uh… fuckin’ yer corpse a bit too.”

“Wow really?” Pinkie seemed interested, “You like fucking dead bodies? I could have invited you to that necro party I had too then!”

“Well uh,” Applejack found herself able to move again finally, so went over and began to pull the spit that Rarity was on off the fire. “Truth is ah sorta only discovered how hot it feels ta kill ponies today.”

Surprisingly, Pinkie calmly trotted over to the camp fire as well, helping Applejack by picking up the other end of the spit. Applejack put the loose leg atop Rarity, then the two of them carried her into the barn with the others. As Pinkie walked in front of her, Applejack couldn’t help but notice that Pinkie was getting a bit wet as well, the first drops of fluid drooling from her pink pussy and trailing down her thighs.

“Oh cool!” Pinkie Pie started talking again as soon as they put down Rarity, “You tied off Big Mac’s cock so it wouldn’t go soft when he died! You’re a natural at this!” She tilted her head down, pushing her head beneath Applebloom and running her tongue over the point where Big Mac was penetrating her, “So did you impale her while he was still alive? That must have been so fun! How’d you kill the others?”

“Yeah ah… got off pretty hard to it,” Applejack spoke slowly, almost as if she suspected some kind of trap. “Huh? Oh um, Rainbow was impaled on a pole and bled to death, beat Twilight to death, strangled mah bro, and cooked Rarity, like ya saw outside.”

“Cool!” Pinkie Pie nodded so hard Applejack could practically hear her brain rattle, but then looked slightly disappointed, “Aw, but no Fluttershy? She didn’t want to come to the party?”

“Well ah was gonna’ go fer her after ah did you,” Applejack explained.

“Oh okay!” Pinkie accepted that pretty quickly, if a little disappointed she wouldn’t get to see Fluttershy’s corpse, “How are you gonna kill me?”

“Ah dun know…” Applejack admitted, “You sorta caught me off guard here, and it sorta made my brain go a little blank.”

“Yeah I can do that to ponies sometimes,” Pinkie nodded.

“So uh, you said you had snuff parties?” asked Applejack, “Like… what kind? Boy if Celestia had found out about that…”

“Nah she knew,” Pinkie answered, “Well SORTA. She knew about some of the parties, like when she had some prisoners or like… political enemies she wanted to disappear. She even attended one! I totally got to eat her out!”

“Ah see,” Applejack blinked, “Well that musta’ been somethin’… muchin’ on a goddess’s pussy.”

“It was!” Pinkie nodded, “He cunt juice tastes like peppermint! Though there was that one party I arranged that she wouldn’t have allowed if she knew. But wow will Celestia be super pissed off when she finds out you killed the rest of the Elements! I mean you’ve probably doomed all of Equestria, which I guess if you really think about it is the ultimate snuff fantasy! Killing everyone! Anyway I’d suggest either disappearing or killing yourself after you finish me and Fluttershy, cause otherwise Celestia will probably torture you to death. Unless you WANT to be tortured to death! I guess in that case it’s a win-win situation. Also I wouldn’t recommend letting my sister Maud know you murdered me if you don’t want her to murder your whole family, like all of them in Equestria. She could totally do it. Then you wouldn’t get to do it!”

“Ah’ll keep that in mind,” Applejack quirked an eyebrow, then curiously asked, “Who were the regular guests and ‘guests of honor’ at that party that Celestia didn’t know about?”

“Filly scouts!” Pinkie Pie smiled, “Like a whole troop of them. Me, Filthy Rich, Soarin, and Caramel each got three to snuff.”

“Really?” Applejack quirked an eyebrow, “Wow ah remember readin’ about that missin’ troop of filly scouts… yeah there were 12 of ‘em if ah remember right.” She had half-thought that Pinkie was just bullshitting her to buy herself some time, but now she was really starting to believe her.

“I think the stallions enjoyed themselves more than me though,” Pinkie tapped her chin, “It must be really awesome to have a cock to shove into ponies when you rape them. I did get fucked by all three stallions at once after the fillies were all dead though, so that’s something!” She hmmmed, “What do you think is better? Having a dick to put into stuff or being able to take 3 dicks instead of just 2 at once?”

“Well ah’ve enjoyed three cocks at once before,” Applejack admitted, “Ah’d prolly rather be able to do that then have a cock of mah own, honestly.” She paused, “Though ah guess there are more mares than stallions about, so they prolly get laid a lot more oft… yeah ah think we’re getting’ off topic here.”

“I don’t know, I manage to get a stallion in me almost every day!” Pinkie shrugged, “Oh! But yeah, I guess we did get off topic! You’re gonna rape me before you kill me right?”

“Well yeah,” Applejack nodded, “Though ah’m unsure if it’s possible to rape you at this point. Guess it might be a challenge fer me, ah do like challenges.”

“Did you rape Big Mac?” Pinkie tilted her head curiously.

“Uh yeah,” Applejack answered, “Rode his cock pretty hard.”

“Yeah I figured,” nodded Pinkie, “I bet you’ve fucked a lot of your relatives huh. Yay for incest!”

“Actually that was mah first time fuckin’ a relative…” Applejack shook her head.

“Aw, you don’t have to hide it from me silly!” Pinkie giggled, “Not like I’m gonna be alive to tell anyone right? Besides it’s not that odd. I’ve fucked my parents and all my sisters, I know Rarity gets it on with Sweetie and I suspect her parents too. I even walked in on Twilight getting fucked by her brother when he visited Ponyville once.”

“They didn’t make ya promise not to tell?” Applejack wondered, now feeling a bit left out if everyone else was slapping bellies with their parents and siblings already.

“Well yeah,” admitted Pinkie, “But I made the promise to Rarity and Twilight and they are sorta corpses now, I don’t think they’d mind anymore.” She reached over and beeped Applejack’s nose, “Silly! Aren’t you gonna’ start killing me? Or raping me first I guess… though I guess you’ll rape me after too! Then again I don’t know if you can really rape a corpse; I mean it’s not like they can say no right?”

“Oh, sorry.” There was something Applejack never expected to do, apologize to some pony for not having brutally murdered them and raped their corpse yet.

Pinkie Pie turned herself around, raising her tail and displaying her now sopping wet, somewhat droopy pussy to her, apparently prepared for her raping now. Applejack had noticed how ‘well used’ Pinkie’s pussy looked before, especially when she was all excited and wet at a party, but seeing it close up was another thing entirely.

“Wow, you really are a massive cum bucket, Pinkie. You must be on some industrial strength foal control,” Applejack commented. “Anyway uh… thought about hoofin’ you. It made Rarity scream pretty nice, but you’d probably enjoy it.”

“Yep, I’m a real cock warmer!” nodded Pinkie Pie, habitually waving her rump back and forth in front of Applejack’s face, “I don’t use foal control at all though; I sort of have a fetish for getting abortions. I’ve done a lot of stallions bareback since the last time I had my cunt scraped out, so I’m probably pregnant right now! That’s like you’re killing two ponies instead of just one! Cool right? Anyway maybe you could make me ride Big Mac… or maybe make me eat out Rainbow Dash, I probably liked her more than anyone else.”

Applejack growled jealously at that last revelation, but nodded, “You’d probably like all that too.”

“Well, you just gotta make it so that it doesn’t feel good anymore!” Pinkie explained helpfully, “I bet getting fucked with a knife would hurt, and it would make everything you fucked me with after hurt too! I mean the filly scout I raped with a knife really squealed!... Oh! And you could put something in there that would make it hurt more, like salt or hot sauce or… hmm… pop rocks! I think I have some!”

Pinkie reached into her mane, fished around, and tossed a box of pop rocks candy back to Applejack, which she barely caught.

“Uh thanks,” said Applejack, “Well ah don’t have proper knives, but there's a lot of sharp bits of rubble about, and ah think ah also have some salt in the shed nearby here.”

“Sounds like a plan!” Pinkie nodded.

“Okay well, just come with me to get the salt… so ah kin be sure ya ain’t gonna run,” Applejack said.

“Okay!” Pinkie walked along with her on the way to the shed, as calmly as if they were taking a walk through the park, “But really! I know it’s weird, but I’ve always been curious about what it’s like to be really violently murdered. I mean I’ve done it or watched it done to so many ponies, and sometimes you just look at their twisted face and wonder what it’s like to be on their end of things, you know?”

“Well ah’d be lyin’ if ah said ah hadn’t thought about it just a little,” said Applejack, “Maybe ah’ll think about it when ah watch you die screamin’. Well hopefully screamin’ and not gigglin’.”

“I’ll do my best to die screaming!” Pinkie nodded, “But no promises, if I really like getting murdered I might die moaning.”

Applejack was still amazed that Pinkie made no effort to get away. There was probably several times by that point that she could have hoofed Applejack in the head a few times while she was confused and made a run for it. Did she really want to ‘experience’ getting murdered? Applejack wasn’t sure how to feel about that, but it was pretty arousing, if in a different way than her other friends had been.

Once back in the barn, Applejack put down the salt and pop rocks and looked around for a suitable piece of rubble. She found a jagged bit of iron pole, but Pinkie Pie shook her head and pointed Applejack to another one that was similar but also had slivers of metal jutting off at odd angles all over it.

“That one will probably hurt more, it’s all splintery!” Pinkie explained helpfully.

Once again Pinkie turned herself around, waggling her plot inches from Applejack’s face.

“Goddamnit ya nasty fuckin’ cock slut,” Applejack grunted, ”Stop bein’ an impatient little whore, ah haven’t even told ya how ta sit yet.”

“Oh sorry!” Pinkie smiled as she turned around, “I guess you want me in a position where it’d be harder to dart away, huh, though I promise I won’t dart!”

“Well not just that,” Applejack said, “Sorta wanna see yer face when ah’m bloodyin’ that overused cock milker of yours.”

“Sure!” Pinkie said agreeably, sitting down and then plopping back onto her back, using Rarity’s charred corpse as a pillow so that her head would be propped up and easy for Applejack to see her face. “Keep calling me names too! Or anything else you just don’t like about me; you should always be open with ponies when you’re killing them.”

Applejack grunted again and approached Pinkie with the jagged bit of rubble. Pinkie did visibly tense up when Applejack lowered it to her cunt, her hind legs sort of swaying in and out as if she was fighting between the urge to close her legs and protect her soon-to-be-brutalized cunt, or wanting to keep them open for Applejack’s murdering convenience. Not only that, but even though Pinkie was smiling down at Applejack, she was also gritting her teeth together so hard that Applejack could practically hear them creak, her eyes visibly straining not to shut tight. She clearly wasn’t totally looking forward to having her favorite body part scraped out, and it was a relief to Applejack to know that Pinkie was capable of fearing intense pain.

“Well ah definitely look forward to bein’ responsible fer yer death Pinkie,” Applejack panted, “Ah was thinkin’ that Rarity probably deserved it most, but a cum-suckin’ fuck meat like you probably deserves this even more.”

“Yep! I’m a worthless stupid little cunt that deserves to die in agony!” Pinkie agreed, though her words were a bit stilted from how much she was tensed up.

Applejack licked her lips, tracing the edge along her pink friend’s pussy up and down a few times, then winked at Pinkie playfully before suddenly shoving it inward. A mare like Pinkie wasn’t exactly hard to get into, and Applejack didn’t stop the thrust until it pushed right through Pinkie’s cervix and into her presently occupied womb. Even if Pinkie hadn’t been showing her pregnancy through her pudge yet, there was plenty of fluid in her womb keeping the doomed little fetus alive, which poured out of her pussy as her cervix was pierced and torn with several hard thrusts.

Pinkie obviously felt it too, her whole body jerking several times, arching her back and clenching her teeth so hard that blood trailed down one corner of her muzzle. For a second she almost lost control and started to shut her legs and even put her front hooves on Applejack’s head as if to push her away, but she took a deep breath before opening her hind legs even wider and tugging Applejack closer instead, nodding as if to tell her to keep going.

“Celestia damn it Pinkie ya whore,” Applejack growled, “Yer so loose… fuckin’ you must be like throwin’ a hot dog down a hallway. Come on, clench yer fuck hole!”

Applejack didn’t totally expect Pinkie to comply, but she did anyway. Applejack felt the friction suddenly increase, having to put more effort in as she yanked the jagged rubble out and pushed back in again. What Pinkie lacked in natural tightness she definitely made up with muscle control, suddenly clenching down to near virgin-tightness.

Applejack began thrusting in and out, taking long deep strokes, leaving metal splinters in Pinkie’s walls on both the in and out thrust, then grinding against them, more and more pain surging up through Pinkie’s body each time the makeshift dildo was hammered into her. To her delight, Pinkie actually choked on a sob, tears rolling down her face, yet the insane pink freak still kept her legs wide and her pussy clenching and rippling over the pain stick as if it were her favorite throbbing cock.

“Does it hurt Pinkie?” Applejack groaned as she watched a mixture of blood and cunt sap froth from Pinkie’s pussy with each stroke, leaning down to lap at the gooey mess and smacking her lips, “Ah bet ya ain’t ever hurt this much. Let me see ya look down at it; ah want you to watch yer favorite fuck hole turned into a gory mess.”

“Y-yes,” stammered Pinkie, looking down just as Applejack instructed, eyes locked onto the razor shard Applejack was fucking her with, bits of cunt meat coming loose and hanging on the jagged edges, the inside of Pinkie’s cunt shredded into a bleeding mess, “I’ve never felt pain like this… ruin my cunt… but a dirty raving slut like me deserves more…” Pinkie weakly motioned towards the salt and pop rocks still nearby.

Applejack grinned, having almost forgotten that in her fun, and pulled the shard free for a moment. She dipped the dildo into the bag of salt, giving it a grainy covering atop the layer of goo all over it. She then pried Pinkie’s cunt lips open, Pinkie obediently loosening up again to allow her to do so, and poured salt directly inside until it piled atop the bleeding hole. Pinkie’s body shook as the new intense, stinging pain shot up through her.

“Yeah feel that agony, ya annoyin’ bitch,” Applejack drooled, pushing the shard back inside Pinkie’s pussy, giving several solid thrusts to pack the salt as deeply as she could into Pinkie’s fun hole, the stinging salt making a layer over her shredded insides all the way from cunt to womb. “Gonna make you die tha tormented death you deserve.”

“Y-yeah… don’t just kill me…” moaned Pinkie, “Make me suffer… savor every moment… “ She paused to groan again, clenching her eyes shut just for a second before prying them back open to look at her cunt getting fucked to a pulp again. “T-the p-pop rocks now!” Pinkie made herself say it, every fiber of her body screaming at her to stop helping Applejack.

Applejack chuckled, “Well at least ya know that you and yer ruined cum sucker deserve every second of this.”

Applejack pulled the shard back again, this time prying open her pussy again and pouring the pop rocks inside, the sugary candy immediately reacting to the sopping wet hole by popping and crackling. She gave several thrusts to push them up into Pinkie’s body, the burning increasing, then moved the edge down to Pinkie’s tailhole as well. Pinkie, still watching like a good little snuff-slut, turned her behind up a bit so Applejack could have better access and so she could get a good view of it herself.

Pinkie actually started to roll her hips slightly into the motion when Applejack rammed the shard into her ass as well. Pinkie once again kept herself loose for the initial entry, then clamped her anus down hard on the shard to ensure it did as much painful damage as it could. Applejack was soon ramming it into this hole as well, the shard going deep enough that it surely pierced through her intestines and into her gut, but still Pinkie encouraged Applejack. Pinkie Pie gripped Applejack about the shoulders encouragingly with her hind legs, the same way she might have done if Applejack were eating her out.

Even Pinkie was outright sobbing at this point, but never lost that big smile on her face, “H-as my cunt pushed out the fetus yet?” She asked between moans.

“Don’t think so,” Applejack looked around as if to see if it had spit out a fetus when she wasn’t looking, “Ah guess we should encourage it a bit.”

Continuing to ram her ass full, Applejack used a free hoof to punch Pinkie in the gut as hard as she could several times, each time waiting for Pinkie to be in mid groan so she could hear the wind punched out of her. Her body convulsed and arched again as her pussy spasmed hard, finally expelling the little bit of undeveloped foal from Pinkie’s gory cunt like a little canon and bouncing off of Applejack.

“Yeah.. oof,” Pinkie encouraged between punches, “Empty out… that foal factory… kill that… little fucker… then let’s eat it!”

Well Pinkie was being so cooperative that Applejack figured she’d give her that one wish. Applejack left the shard half way inside Pinkie’s asshole and picked the tiny fetus up in her muzzle, the blob of flesh barely discernible as a tiny pony thing at that point. It had tiny little stubs on its back as if it would have developed into a Pegasus.

“Wonder who the father was…” Applejack pondered, talking with her mouth full of fetus.

“Aw it’s a little pega?” Pinkie half-moaned, “Well either Open Skies, Thunderlane, Bulk Biceps, Soarin, or um… Rainbow Blaze. Those were the first pegasai to fuck me after my last abortion.”

“Fuck Pinkie, have you no shame?” Applejack shook her head, but then shrugged.

Applejack pushed Pinkie’s fetus to Pinkie’s muzzle, letting her slurp half of it into her muzzle. The two then bit down, their teeth sinking through the soft forming flesh of the developing pony. Pinkie’s teeth clenched hard to crack its soft little skull, crushing its head until it popped open and the contents squirted out into Pinkie’s mouth. Applejack lapped at the little ones hindquarters where either its pussy or cock would have one day been, and gnawed its hind in to pulp before they pulled back apart, each savoring and swallowing their half of the fetus.

So riled up at this point, Applejack sat up higher and pushed her drooling cunt against Pinkie’s face. Not only did Pinkie immediately begin eating out her killer enthusiastically, the pink nut also curled her rump up so that she could reach down and take the shard into her own fore hooves, fucking herself hard with the shard now that Applejack was busy getting off on her face.

Applejack definitely had to admit that the slut was talented with her disturbingly long tongue. Applejack didn’t last more than a minute, gripping Pinkie’s head and cumming hard against her face. Pinkie eagerly slurped up the juice as it splattered from Applejack’s cunt

“L-like it?” Pinkie groaned.

“Yeah,” Applejack chuckled, “Though ah do still prefer foals old enough to understand what death is, ya know so they can be properly terrified.”

“You gonna kill Sweetie and Scootaloo after you off Fluttershy?” Pinkie asked, sounding oddly hopeful.

“Well ah hadn’t planned on it,” Applejack mused as she went back to fucking Pinkie with the shard, ramming it several times in one hole and then the other, “Though ah would like ta kill em come to think of it.”

“You gotta go for the matched set!” encouraged Pinkie, rolling her hips back against the pain stick and moaning every few jabs, “Anyway you’re sorta being careless in how you kill ponies, so you’ll probably get caught pretty fast. It’s kinda too late to start being careful now, so you should kill anypony else you’d like to right away, like go on a killing spree if you have to. Another killing spree I mean.”

“Well at this point,” Applejack smirked, “Ah can’t think of anypony ah wouldn’t love to add to the corpse pile.”

“So just go into town and kill anypony you can corner,” said Pinkie, “Or just go house-to-house from one end of town to the other! Have some fun before they catch you!”

“Not an all bad idea,” Applejack admitted, pulling out the shard one more time, “Anyway, ah think it’s time fer you to die. Ah wanna kill Fluttershy too before it gets too late. Gotta find Spike too.”

“Promise you’ll fuck my corpse?” Pinkie panted.

“Oh fuck yeah ah’m gonna fuck yer corpse,” Applejack chuckled.

“And you’ll make Fluttershy and Spike really suffer when you kill them? Then fuck their corpses?” Pinkie asked.

“Promise,” Applejack nodded.

“And the other Crusaders?” Pinkie asked hopefully, “Then maybe other ponies?”

“Well ah don’t know, ah mean if ah can I’ll…”

“Pinkie promise!”

“Fine,” Applejack chuckled, going through the motions for the Pinkie promise, “I’ll make sure Fluttershy, Spike, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo all die horrible deaths, then ah’ll see how high ah kin make the corpse pile before ah get caught… ya know encouragin’ me like this really makes you share the guilt of everyone ah murder that ah might not have otherwise.”

“I guess it does,” Pinkie sort of giggle-sobbed at the same time, “That’s pretty hot.”

“Yeah it is,” Applejack grinned, “Ready to get stabbed to death, ya little cum sucker?”

“Fuck yeah,” Pinkie groaned, “Shut my annoying whore mouth up for the last time! Then celebrate by grinding that tasty cunt on my murdered body!”

“With any luck ah’ll be grinding mah cunt against plenty of murdered bodies,” Applejack licked her lips.

Applejack rammed the shard square into Pinkie’s gut, digging into her flesh and causing Pinkie to squeak. She drew back and stabbed again and again, puncturing more and more holes into her friend’s body. The blood washed out over her, splattering all over Applejack’s face, her chest, her pussy, Applejack pausing from time to time to rub the blood into her fur.

Her pussy felt like it was churning in orgasmic bliss as she murdered another friend. She was so close to killing them all! Just Fluttershy to go after this and then all the friends that trusted and relied upon her the most would be dead at her hooves.

“Fuck yes!” Pinkie squealed as soon as the first stab punctured her tummy, “Stab! Stab! Stab! Fucking gut me from cunt to throat!” She made a gurgling sound as one of her lungs were punctured, but made herself keep talking with the one she had left, even if it made the pain even worse, “I’m a dirty worthless slut that deserves to die like this!” Pinkie didn’t need to piss herself anymore like the others as Applejack punctured her bladder and her urine started to spill from her wound, “Fuck this is hot! Oh fuck shit I feel it Applejack! I’m so close now… I’m gonna be DEAD so soon… just a cold stiff corpse for you to rub your cunt all over!” The wet sound of blade separating flesh from flesh filled the barn, “A-applejack! I’m doing it… I’m being brutally murdered! Fuck you have no idea how amazing this feels!”

Pinkie’s words finally ceased when Applejack punctured both her lungs several more times, then drew the knife up to Pinkie’s throat, slicing across it to gut a gaping whole nearly half way through her neck in her excitement. Pinkie’s warm life blood sprayed out against Applejack’s face, streaming down her body. Applejack opened her muzzle, guzzling down mouthfuls of blood and feeling the rest slide down her body leaving a gleaming crimson coating all the way from her face to her pussy and down to her hind hooves.

Applejack ground her pussy against Pinkie’s, going off once again, and also feeling Pinkie’s cunt spasm as the crazy pink pony creamed herself even harder as she entered her death throes and her body started to convulse. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she accepted death with open hooves. Her last expression wasn’t one of pain or fear; it was a big grin and a look of absolute bliss. The dirty slut’s pussy kept spasming even after she was dead, erupting blood and cunt juice for nearly a minute after the rest of her body grew still.

Applejack moved to let Pinkie’s final orgasm wash over her face, giving her pussy one last lick as her pink friend and victim left the world of the living. She moved her body again then, rubbing her whole body against Pinkie’s freshly minted corpse, kissing her deeply before finally panting and pulling back.

“Thank you fer givin’ me this experience, Pinkie,” Applejack whispered, not that Pinkie could hear her anymore. “Fer lettin’ me be the one to give you all you deserved.”

The sickly romantic moment between killer and victim went on for about another ten minutes, Applejack even managing to squeeze out another orgasm over Pinkie's dead pussy, but was then broken suddenly by a shriek from the door. Yep. It was Fluttershy all right.

“Wow,” panted Applejack, looking over at Fluttershy, still actively grinding on Pinkie's corpse, “This really was fate!”

8. Applejack Encourages Spike To Embrace His Desires

Applejack couldn’t stop shivering as she walked from the barn, made a brief stop at the house for more supplies, then was off to the Cutie Mark Crusader clubhouse with a saddlebag full of useful things on her back.
Her pussy wasn’t churning quite so much after the walk, but even when she felt sated, she had no regrets for what she had done, and knew that she had to do more. By the time she arrived at the clubhouse, she had convinced herself that they would definitely be there, because it was her fate to murder them all.

In fact it was even better than she had hoped. As she quietly walked up the clubhouse ramp, peering into the window, she saw not only Sweetie and Scootaloo, but Spike as well. Even more amusingly, they were involved in the activity that Applebloom had mentioned previously. Sweetie was on her back, Scootaloo atop her, the fillies facing one another and making out rather hotly. Behind them, Spike was grasping Scootaloo’s blank flanks and thrusting rather eagerly.

From this angle Applejack could see Spike penetrating both their juicy underage pussies simultaneously, the clubhouse full of both their high-pitched moans and the slap-slap of their little bodies colliding. Applejack hadn’t realized that dragons had two shafts, though it did certainly open up some possibilities. This way she wouldn’t have to decide whether to force him to fuck Twilight or Rarity first.

“Well howdy there,” Applejack spoke up, opening up the door and poking her head in. “You kids playin’?” Applejack admired the young forms, not having noticed how hot all three of them were before. They were going to make great additions to the corpse pile.

The threesome was instantly aborted when they realized Applejack was there, the three pushing each other apart and landing next to each other.

“Oh uh, hey Applejack…” Scootaloo stammered, trying hard to look as casual as she could with cunt juice still drooling down her thighs.

“… We’re in trouble aren’t we…” Sweetie Belle sighed, looking down and blushing.

“I’m sorry!” Spike freaked out the most, “I-I swear I don’t normally do this! Please don’t tell Twilight, Applejack, please. A-and I swear I’ve never done this with Applebloom!”

“Why would ya be in trouble? Yer just fuckin’,” Applejack casually asked, but then narrowed her eyes at Spike, “Oh ya haven’t have ya. So my little sister’s pussy ain’t good enough fer ya?”

The three stared at Applejack for a moment, slack jawed.

“Y-you mean it’s… okay if we um… fuck?” Scootaloo finally asked.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Applejack rolled her eyes, “Children are supposed to experiment when their parts start gettin’ hard or wet.” She then turned a glare back towards Spike.

“I-It’s not like that!” Spike backtracked, panicking in the other direction, “I came onto her loads of times! I mean… she’s super-hot and uh… just like you! … but yeah she didn’t want to. I swear I tried!”

“Oh yeah?” Applejack was having too much fun now, “And who would you say is hottest hm? Applebloom or one of these two pint-sized sluts?”

“Hey!” Sweetie Belle apparently didn’t like being called a slut, though Scootaloo seemed much more accepting of the fact.

“A-Applebloom!” Spike answered without skipping a beat, “Way more! Seriously she could say the word and I’d plow both her holes for hours! But she thought you wouldn’t want her to have sex. Honest!”

“Hey!” Sweetie Belle said even louder, looking a bit cross now, “You said I was the hottest filly you’ve ever seen! You even said I moaned like Rarity!”

“Colts say that to every girl they fuck, Sweetie Belle.” Scootaloo had a point, “The ‘hottest filly’ part, not the ‘moans like Rarity’ part,” She seemed to be taking the situation the best. She was also the first one to finally bring up the obvious, “Are you okay Applejack? No offense, but you smell like you’ve been rolling in sour milk and don’t look any better.”

“I figured she just had an accident with foul-smelling red paint,” said Spike, happy to change the subject.

Applejack smirked; she had almost forgotten that she was still covered in her previous victims’ blood and various other juices. Especially after dumping Fluttershy’s guts all over her, it would have been impossible for anyone that didn’t know her to identify her fur color. And honestly, Applejack found that she liked looking and smelling like death.

“Somethin’ like that,” answered Applejack, “Anyway ah need you three to come with me, got sort of a surprise fer ya.” She smiled, “Maybe after yer surprise, ah kin make sure Applebloom knows it’s okay and the four of you can have a ‘breaking in Applebloom’ session?”

“S-seriously?” Spike’s cocks were immediately rising to attention again. “That would be awesome! Maybe I can break in all three crusaders after all…”

“Hey!” Sweetie said again, “We’re not just meat to be broken in ya know.”

“And if yer still feelin’ it after that,” Applejack teased, “Rarity and Twilight are there too, and seem to have come to an agreement that a threesome with you is a good idea. Hell maybe ah’ll slip in and make it a foursome. Hell why don’t we all just pile on in there at once!”

“I’d… get… Twilight… too?” Spike didn’t even seem to hear Sweetie when Applejack brought that up. ”As in… getting to cream in her pussy? A-and you wanna fuck me too? Whoa. You da man Spike!”

“So is this all about Spike or do we get something too?” asked Scootaloo.

“Oh ah’m sure there will be enough mouths to keep both of you happy too,” Applejack promised.

“Wow you’re kinda a freak Applejack,” Sweetie Belle blinked, “You’re more like my sister than I thought.”

“Well I’m not complaining,” grinned Spike. “Freak away!”

“Okay,” nodded Applejack, “But one more thing before we go.” She reached behind her and retrieved what looked like a meaty sandwich. A Rarity sandwich to be exact. “Ah got me some exotic meat and wanted to see what ya think of it Spike.”

“Oh um, sure,” Spike said, unknowingly taking the sandwich from her and biting down on it, “Wow, this is really good. What kind of meat is it?”

Applejack shrugged, “You’ll see.”

“Well uh, okay,” Spike shrugged as well and quickly finished off the sandwich.

Applejack turned and brushed Spike’s nose with her tail before turning about and heading out of the clubhouse, the three horny children following behind her. She headed back towards the barn, getting impatient at having to wait for the foals and their little legs to catch up.

The only problem now was that once they all saw the carnage, she couldn’t likely catch all three of them, so she had to do something else. When they got about a hundred yards from the barn, she paused and turned to them.

“Okay, this might sound strange, but ah need you three to do one thing fer me,” Applejack smiled at them, “Uh, gonna take Sweetie Belle with me right now, but the other two of you wait till I motion for you. Then Scootaloo come on over… then when ah motion again Spike should come.”

“Why am I last?” complained Spike.

“Believe me Spike, this will be worth it, just do this one thing fer me,” Applejack assured them.

They seemed to agree, so she started over to the barn with Sweetie Belle. Applejack licked her lips looking down at the filly beside her, unable to resist swishing her tail over and rubbing at the foal’s little pussy as they walked. Sweetie Belle looked at her and blushed, but continued to walk with her.

Once at the door though, Applejack used her tail to give Sweetie Belle a shove into the barn, putting them both out of the sight of the other two still waiting. Sweetie Belle’s eyes fell on the corpse pile, locking on the charred remains of her big sister… not to mention her friend Applebloom still impaled on Big Mac. She took a breath in, but Applejack smacked the little filly across the head before she got the scream out, knocking her over onto the floor. Sweetie Belle got one peep of a squeal out as Applejack held her, before Applejack was able to push a chloroform soaked rag against Sweetie’s face and hold it there.

“Sorry sugar cube,” Applejack apologized as Sweetie was going under, “Ain’t nothing personal against you, just getting’ mah rocks off killin’ foals. Ah’m sure ya understand.”

Applejack tugged Sweetie’s limp unconscious body over towards the corpse pile. Applejack deposited the full saddle bag she had onto the ground, opening it up and pulling out a makeshift leash she had quickly come up with. She latched the collar around Sweetie’s neck, pulling it tight so that she couldn’t pull it off, and latched it with a padlock. Applejack didn’t even have the key for these padlocks anymore, but it wasn’t like she would be freeing them so it didn’t much matter. She attached the leash to one of the supports that were still standing; she wouldn’t be able to go any further than the door.

Knowing that Sweetie wouldn’t be under for long, Applejack went to the door, waving out of it for Scootaloo. The little pegasus trotted towards the barn, clearly attempting to remain casual about what she believed to be an impending orgy. And it was an impending orgy; Scootaloo just didn’t realize that some of the participants would be dead.

When Scootaloo got to the door, Applejack grabbed her by the mane and jerked her inside, causing Scootaloo to yelp in pain. She helpfully faced Scootaloo’s face towards Rainbow Dash’s two halves, the child squealing and starting to take off towards her dead hero. Applejack caught her by the tail instead, moving to push the chloroform rag against her now.

Scootaloo was out like a light, though tears were already forming on her face. Applejack took a moment to lick the delicious tears from the child’s face, then leashed Scootaloo to the same support as Sweetie Belle.

Applejack grinned and took a moment to look at the limp little foals that she would soon be enjoying the deaths of. She then reached a hoof out the door again and motioned for Spike. Excitedly, the dragon ran towards the barn, a large grin on his face and his cocks bouncing about in front of him. No doubt his mind was full of fantasies of him boning every one of them, and Applejack was looking forward to twisting his high expectations.

“I’m here everypony! Time to plow some pus—“ Spike started but cut himself off at the confusing and rather gory situation in the barn. “RARITY! NO!”

Applejack lunged at him, but the surprisingly quick dragon ran out of the way and towards the corpse pile like he didn’t even see the attempt. Tears rolling down his cheeks, and reached down and held Rarity’s head. It was a bit less charred than the rest of her having been on the end, enough for him to tell who it was.

“Rarity no… what happened to…” Spike said and then looked upward to see Twilight, “Twilight too?!... and Applebloom! Everypony! Everypony is dead!” He looked back to Applejack as she approached, “W-why are they dead? What happened?.... um… and why are Sweetie and Scoot leashed and… are they dead too?”

“Nah Sweetie and Scoot will be up in a few minutes,” Applejack said, “But that ain’t what’ll break yer mind tha most. What’ll do that is when you realize where the meat fer that sandwich came from.”

“The sandwich was…” Spike did look rather broken.

“Yep, was a Rarity sandwich,” Applejack confirmed, “Mostly breast meat. Ah mean ah woulda used cunt meat but ah had already eaten some of that and ah wanted there to still be a hole left fer you to fuck.”

Spike doubled over as he gagged, falling down to all fours and looking like he was about to hurl. Applejack lowered he head with his, surprising him with a kiss seconds before he let it go, opening her muzzle so that the remains of the Rarity sandwich were vomited right into her muzzle. She mmm-ed and smacked her lips as she gulped it down, then pulled her head back up and licked her lips.

“Shame on you Spike,” said Applejack, his vomit drooling from her muzzle, “You shouldn’t let food go to waste, especially high quality pony meat.”

Spike looked at her like her head had just started rotating, then immediately leaned down again and vomited the rest of his stomach contents onto the ground. This was plenty of time for Applejack to do what she needed. She slipped a small muzzle over his head, just the right size to allow him to talk but not enough to open his muzzle wide. Twilight had once shared with Applejack the interesting fact that in order to breathe fire, Spike had to be able to open his maw wide before exhaling, so now with any luck she could still hear Spike talk without worrying about his fire. Applejack latched the lock on the muzzle, so that the dragon couldn’t pull it off his head either.

Spike immediately tried to pull it off with his hands, but a slam of her hoof down onto his head knocked him off balance long enough for her to attach the opposite end of the leash to the same pole as the other crusaders.

“You won’t get away with this!” Sprike screamed, trying his best to breath fire at Applejack, but luckily for Applejack the muzzle did its job.

“Sugar Cube, Ah’ve gotten away with seven murders today,” Applejack chuckled, “I think ah kin get away with a few more.” She reached over then and rubbed her hoof against Spike’s shafts, which definitely weren’t at attention any more, “Aw, ya got soft? Is it cause yer disappointed that ya won’t be able to break in Applebloom? Ah ain’t completely sure but I think Big Mac may have taken care of that fer ya.” She booped his nose, “But cheer up, yer still gonna get a threesome with Rarity and Twilight.”

“I’m gonna kill you…” Spike growled, still staring at the corpse pile with tears streaming down his face.

“Well somepody’s gonna kill me before it’s over,” Applejack partly agreed, “Hell ah’ll most likely be violently tortured to death, but it ain’t gonna be by you.”

At this point the two fillies were beginning to come to. Sweetie Belle started crying with a high-pitched sobbing, while Scootaloo immediately started screaming for help. The sounds of children crying and calling for help that would never come... Applejack started feeling herself get very wet once again.

Applejack instead looked to Spike again, speaking loudly, “So Spike, how would you like me to kill them?”

“You better not touch them!” Spike warned, still talking tough even if he was choking on sobs.

“Maybe ah won’t,” offered Applejack, “If you kin get those boners back up and do what ah say, ah might be convinced to let em go.”

Spike opened his mouth, paused to think about it, then answered with a sign, “You’re gonna kill all of us no matter what I do.”

“Yeah, guess there’s no point in lyin’ there,” conceded Applejack. It seemed he was smarter than Fluttershy. “Yeah, ah’m gonna kill every one of ya and get off hard doin’ it… but look at it this way. Look at the bodies… Rarity was burned to death, that’s a terrible way to go… she cooked for over an hour, still alive. Look at Fluttershy… dismembered and beaten like a piñata until she burst… But then look at Big Mac, he was just strangled to death. That’s a rather quick and easy way to go comparatively, isn’t it. And Rainbow; she was ran through pretty fast, which is a gruesome way to go sure, but fairly quick. So… you cooperate, and their deaths will be relatively painless. If yer really good ah may even make yer death painless. You don’t… and we’ll see if they can scream and beg as loud as Rarity and Twilight did.”

Spike gritted his teeth, staring up at her with intense hatred, but nodded slowly.

“Good boy,” smiled Applejack, giving his shafts a teasing rub, “Let’s put Rarity and Twilight belly-to-belly so you can fuck em at the same time. Which of these hot mares should I put on top?”

“Twilight…” Spike muttered, hanging his head.

“Oh? The slave always wanted to bang his master hm?” Applejack pulled Rarity into position, laying her charred corpse on its back. She tugged Twilight’s corpse, which had gotten very stiff by that point, not to mention it reeked. She placed them belly to belly in front of Spike.

“I’m not her slave…” Spike grumbled. “And I just didn’t want to see… Rarity burned like that…”

“You mean to say ‘I wasn’t her slave’, sugar cube,” Applejack corrected him, then patted Twilight’s dead plot in front of him, “Well here ya go, yer two favorite flanks one atop the other. Rarity’s pussy is a bit… eaten, couldn’t help mahself, but should still be enough of a hole to fuck, or you can fuck her ass, whatever. Twilight’s pussy is all there still. She had some wood in her cunt that ah raped her with, but pretty sure Big Mac’s cock pushed that way too deep fer you to feel.”

So far Spike wasn’t having any luck getting himself hard, so Applejack gave him a warning glare, nuzzling at his hands, “Go ahead and jack off if you need.”

Applejack lowered her head to help as well, or maybe she just wanted to see what dragon cock tasted like. She slurped her lips over the top then the bottom shaft, then continued to go back and forth slurping each one down to swallow against the tip before moving back to the other. She smirked as she felt Spike move his claws up to try to pull off the muzzle, but found it securely locked. After a moment he gave up and lowered his claws to each stroke at one of his shafts instead. As he reached throbbing hardness again, Applejack gave his hands a mockingly affectionate lick before coming back up.

“Yer pretty tasty, dragon boy,” Applejack teased, “If ah’d known that, woulda gotten it on with ya before.”

Spike tried to ignore her and placed his claws atop Twilight’s plot, gripping her about her flanks the same way he would have if she were alive and willing, but cringed at the coldness of her dead flesh. He rubbed his hands over it just to try and get used to the chill, then grasped his shafts and attempted to line himself up. He pressed forward, his top shaft pointed at Twilight’s pussy and his bottom at what remained of Rarity’s.

Not only were they cold, but they were quite stiff. It didn’t matter as much with Rarity, as her corpse-cunt was sort of hanging open because of the missing meat, but pushing Twilight open was a bit harder. Spike finally gripped her behind with both hands, jabbing both thumb-claws in as far as he could get them into her pussy and pulled them apart. Her cunt slowly spread with a bit of a dry smack.

“Are you at least gonna bury them?” Spike muttered.

Applejack chuckled, giving Spikes rump another push with her hoof, “Nah, yer all mah rotten fuck toys.”

Spike pushed forward again, somehow managing to keep himself hard as he forced his way into the pair of dead pussies. The inside of their tunnels were sticky, but mostly all he had for lubrication was Applejack’s spit. He felt Applejack encouragingly push at his behind, and began to slowly thrust in and out, forced to defile the bodies of his most beloved ponies.

“Good dragon,” Applejack massaged his behind as he continued to thrust, “Ram those double fuck spires into their cold dead pussies…too bad ya weren’t here when Twilight was alive, I wouldn’t have needed to improvise dildos to rape her if you were there to rape her for me.”

“I… wouldn’t do that,” Spike grunted, even as he leaned forward and really started pounding, the smacking of his scales against their dead flesh growing louder. A bit of his pre began to lubricate the stiffened flesh within the dead mares, his cocks throbbing together. He didn’t want to admit it, but it did feel better than he expected, not to mention the smell of dead pony flesh was tweaking his draconic instincts.

“Why not?” asked Applejack, “Ah mean if she’s gonna be dead anyway, may as well enjoy it. Besides… yer still a dragon and we’re ponies. You would have raped, murdered, or eaten us once ya got old enough anyway, probably all three. It’s yer instinct to dominate ponies.”

Spike didn’t answer, though gave Applejack enough of a glare to know he had heard, but he was too distracted to speak about it. Surprisingly to him, it was much easier to stay throbbing hard inside the tight motionless tunnels. In fact, he was straining not to go off yet, not wanting to let on how good it felt to ‘dominate’ ponies, as Applejack had said.

As Spike pounded his lover and master, the still sobbing Sweetie Belle came towards them as well. She moved to the other side, trying not to think about the act of necrophilia being thrust upon her dead sister, though it was hard as the corpse rocked with Spike’s thrusting motion. She cradled Rarity’s head, leaning over it and weeping, her tears falling onto Rarity’s face and eventually making little puddles in her empty eye sockets.

Applejack grinned over at Sweetie’s touching antics, one of her hooves still massaging Spike’s now rapidly thrusting behind as her other front hoof rubbed into her pussy as she enjoyed the sight. Eventually she dragged Fluttershy’s corpse over so that she could sit on her face and grind her hips that way.

Scootaloo too, very carefully moved over to Rainbow’s corpse, as quietly as she could as if she thought it would help her situation, then just sat on her haunches and stared at Rainbow’s face, the fear and pain of her last moments still etched there. Scootaloo started to cradle her head as well, but then looked over to Rainbow’s other half.

Scootaloo felt her own emotions well up as she looked at the two pieces of her dead hero, and perhaps felt some of the same urges that had started Applejack down this dark path. She sighed and let herself go, taking what she knew would be her last chance to do this. She leaned her head down, kissing Rainbow’s muzzle deeply, lapping her young tongue within to feel Rainbow’s own cold, dry tongue and the dried blood coating her gums.

Applejack suddenly noticed what Scootaloo was having, though her feelings on it were slightly mixed. It was nice to see Scootaloo get into it on her own accord, but she was also a bit jealous that somepony else had apparently had a similar crush on Rainbow Dash. She pushed her jealousy aside for the moment though, comforted by the fact that she would be murdering Scootaloo soon anyway, and reached the hoof she had been masturbating with to Scoot’s little begin instead, rubbing it against the wettening foal pussy.

Surprisingly, Scootaloo rolled her hips against Applejack’s hoof, perhaps too lost in the moment or broken to realize what she was doing. Not only that, she pulled Rainbow’s plot closer, then forced one of her own little hooves into Rainbow’s dried out cunt, making sticky noises as she began to hoof-fuck what remained of her hero.

“Yeah that’s the spirit,” Applejack grinned, “Let’s get this corpse-fuckin’ party started, as Pinkie might say… if ah hadn’t murdered her and all.”

“Twilight… Rarity…” Spike murmured, getting into his own grotesque act and perhaps not realizing that he was speaking out loud “Gonna blow… right in your… right in your cold dead cunts… you corpse sluts…” He lapped his tongue out through the muzzle and ran it across Twilight’s body, surprised at how very good she tasted, shaking as he resisted the urge to chow down on more corpse flesh.

Spike arched his back, whole body tightening up as he expelled his thick dragon sperm into the pair of rotting cadavers, coating the insides of their dried out tunnels with a new slick layer of lubrication. He continued to ram his hips, packing his cum deep, before coming somewhat back to his senses, ceasing his hip motions and blushing like crazy. He slowly turned his head and looked at Applejack as if wondering if he…

“Yeah, you said that out loud,” Applejack confirmed with a grin, patting his bottom. She then moved her hoof to his head and turned him to look at Sweetie still weeping pathetically as she cradled Rarity’s head, “Look at that. Does that make yer instincts burn? Think of how fun it’d be to rape that little cunt as she wept over her dead sister… then snuff out her life so she can join Rarity.”

“W-what!?” Spike blurted out, “No way!”

“You sure?” offered Applejack, “You didn’t want them to die too painfully after all, and if you’re the one killin’ em you can ensure that.”

“N-no way… I couldn’t do that!” Spike shook his head.

“Ah’ll give ya some more time to think about it.” Applejack booped his nose playfully with a hoof, then turned to Sweetie, “Sweetie, come over here. Now.”

“N-no!” Sweetie screamed, hugging Rarity closer still, “You killed my sister! My friend too! Your own family! You’re a monster!”

“Yeah, ah am a monster,” Applejack agreed darkly, standing and moving over to Sweetie, “And who knows what agonies this monster might put you and yer friends through if you don’t do what ah say. Now get yer prudish little flank to yer sister’s other end. Ah wanna see you eatin’ out yer sister and suckin' Spike's spunk outta her.

“But she’s my-“

“Oh don’t even pretend you ain’t sucked sperm outta yer sister before,” said Applejack, “Hell you’ve probably licked Spike’s cum outta her before. Now. Fucking. Get. To. It.” Applejack reached down, grasping hold of one of Sweetie’s hind legs, waiting for the realization of what was about to happen to show in Sweetie’s eyes before twisting it hard and bending it at a grotesque angle until bone jutted through her flesh.

Sweetie squealed, “I’ll do it! I’ll do it!” as Applejack dropped her leg and reached for another. When Applejack retreated a bit then, Sweetie dragged herself to the other end with her three remaining good limbs.

Applejack didn’t wait for her to begin before continuing other things. First she pulled Pinkie’s corpse over towards Scootaloo, coaxing the tyke’s bottom up with one hoof and dragging Pinkie so that her grinning face was right beneath Scootaloo’s behind. To her delight, Scootaloo lowered her flanks and started to grind her nine-year-old cunt on the dead face, not even looking down to see whose face she was grinding on.

Instead she continued to hotly make out with Rainbow’s face, “I love you Rainbow Dash,” she murmured to her hero’s corpse, “If only I’d gotten to fuck your hot body while you were alive…” Scootaloo drew her head back with one last lap, then withdrew her fore leg from Rainbow’s pussy with another grotesque noise, instead moving said hoof to Rainbow’s tail-hole, pushing as hard as she could until it popped inside, and starting to hoof her up the ass as she pushed her lips to the dead blue cunt and began to make out with those lips with equal enthusiasm.

“There’s a good little slut,” Applejack complimented her, “Yer a natural little corpse-dyke, ain’t ya.”

Applejack looked over to see Sweetie’s progress as well. She was still choking on her sobs, curled up slightly from the pain of her broken hind leg, but sure enough had her front hooves pulling Rarity’s cunt open further, her muzzle pushed against it. She had a look of utter disgust on her face, as she lapped deep, slurping out the familiar taste of Spike’s cock juice now in her sister.

Suddenly the filly couldn’t take it anymore and lurched, clearly about to vomit. Applejack grabbed the back of her head though, pressing her face harder against Rarity’s cunt so that she hurled right into her sister’s pussy, the excess splattering down her face.

“Messy little girl,” Applejack warned, “Now suck that out too before I snap another of those hot little legs.”

Sweetie paused with a look of disbelief on her face, but when Applejack reached for her other hind leg she quickly went back to it, looking dizzy as she lapped a mouthful of cum and puke from the dead cunt and swallowed it down.

“That’s a good little incest-slut,” Applejack patted her behind and gave a mocking rub across her little pussy as well, then dragged Fluttershy’s face beneath Sweetie. Applejack then grinned as the little one got the idea, starting to grind her own little puss, as not-drenched as it was, against the dead face beneath her.

“You really are a fucking monster,” grumbled Spike from behind her.

Applejack looked back at him, “And yer throbbin’ hard still from watchin’ this.” She hrm-ed, “Ah do believe ah promised you a chance at mah cunt too, Spike, so let’s have a go. Ah don’t wanna pass up a throbbing dragon cock in my soppin’ wet cum hole after all.” Pause. “And ah think we promised you a go at Applebloom too…”

Applejack reached over and finally pulled Applebloom off of Big Mac’s shaft. Having cooled down and dried up while still impaled, she was quite stuck for a bit. Applejack had to yank with all her strength and feared that Mac’s cock would just break off inside her. Luckily for her though, it finally gave, the dead child yanked off the shaft, which remained stiffly at attention. Applejack winked then at Spike, laying back on her own back and spreading out her legs, holding Applebloom atop her.

Spike took a deep breath, noticing that the grotesque smell that had erupted upon Appleblooms disconnection from Big mac was actually quite meaty, once again slowly tweaking the predator inside him. He moved over too Applejack, grunting and trying his best to pretend he didn’t really want to ram into Applejack and her dead little sister.

He slid his hands over Applebloom, looking down at her cunt, which was gaping wide from having hardened around Big Mac’s shaft. Instead of going for it, he coaxed Applebloom’s body to try and turn her over onto her back, which Applejack allowed and assisted with. He then pushed his claws into Applebloom’s ridiculously tight tail hole, taking a few moments to pry the dry hole open as he had done with Twilight’s pussy.

He took one last look up at Applejack, who licked her lips and winked at him. He glared hard back at her, but pushed his hips forward all the same. His lower shaft sank into her soaked cunt, which immediately seemed to slurp him in and start massaging his length up and down. By contrast his upper shaft forced its way into Applebloom’s asshole, feeling the cold flesh scrape across his fuck pole as he penetrated her until his belly smacked against the dead child’s own stiff belly.

“That’s it, sport,” purred Applejack, “Fuck yer friend’s cold dead asshole… and fuck yer killer’s juicy cunt. Feel how soppin’ wet the thought of killin’ you three has made me.”

“Oh fuck off,” Spike grumbled, but all the same began to thrust, both shafts throbbing hard from the start, and feeling the cum start to well up inside him again after only a minute or so. Still he tried to hold it back. His claws seemed to have a bit of a mind of their own though, sliding over Applebloom’s belly and thighs, fingering her gaping cunt, and even sliding around her corpse to grasp at Applejack’s breasts, tweaking against her nipples with his claws.

“Ah think ah kin see what Rarity saw in you, just from yer hands alone,” panted Applejack.

“Yeah that’s… sorta how we started,” Spike reminisced a bit, “At first she liked me massaging her… then one day when I was feeling kinda pent up, I started fingering her with one hand while massaging her with the other. One thing led to another then and… well ended with me belly deep in both her cunt and ass.” He sighed, “Was the first time I had my cock inside anyone.”

“You wanna die with yer cock in her?” Applejack offered. “That way yer first and last time would be with Rarity.”

“Shut the Celestia-damned fuck up about killing us,” Spike growled, “… but yeah… may as well... if I’m gonna die anyway.”

Applejack rubbed the dragon’s head playfully, but her attention was drawn back towards her other victims as she heard a muffled squeal from Scootaloo. She looked over to see Scootaloo, who had pushed Pinkie’s corpse to the side and was now grinding on Rainbow Dash’s face instead, was creaming herself quite hard. Her hot, sweaty body shivered violently, her little cunt visibly convulsing as it splattered juice onto Rainbow’s face. Scootaloo’s moaning was muffled due to her still making out with Rainbow’s cunt, having shoved her whole muzzle inside so she could lick more deeply.

“You gonna move on to another partner now?” Applejack asked over to Scootaloo. “Plenty of other corpses here.”

“Fuck off, you psychotic bitch,” was Scootaloo’s only answer. The little filly readjusted herself atop Rainbow’s face, now soaked with foalish femme-cum, and began to grind again. Her muzzle pulled away from Rainbow’s pussy only to slurp at her stiff nipples for a moment and then begin to make out with her tailhole instead, which had been stretched out enough by then by Scootaloo’s hoofing of it.

Scootaloo really worshiped everything about Rainbow; even her shit hole apparently, and her hoofing had jarred a few things loose. The foal wrapped her tongue around chunks of loose, rotting shit, and smeared the sticky chunks around her gums before swallowing them down. “Fuck yeah, always wanted to do this, to be your toilet,” Scootaloo moaned to her silent hero as she gulped another chunk down. Applejack found that a bit odd, but to be fair, a burning desire to swallow somepony’s shit bricks was no less odd, and certainly more legal, than a burning desire to rape and murder children.

Sweetie wasn’t having nearly as good at time as the other two adorable little victims were. She continued to weep miserably, body shaking with grief and horror, fresh vomit drooling from the corner of her muzzle. Still she forced herself to lick out Rarity’s well-fucked corpse-cunt, her fore hooves grasping about her sister’s cold, charred flanks as she licked and smacked loudly. She still sat atop Fluttershy’s face, though her foal cunt looked rather dry and she had ceased grinding her hips.

When she realized Applejack was looking at her, Sweetie jumped a bit and began hurriedly grinding herself against Fluttershy’s face again, though the grinding was obviously putting pressure on her broken leg. Though Applejack noticed that the hole she was licking out was relatively clean, glistening a bit inside with Sweetie’s saliva.

“Go ahead and eat out her ass too, Sweetie,” Applejack told her, “Then when that’s clean, go ahead and start on Twilight too.” She raised her voice then a bit angrily, “But don’t you dare let me look over there agin and see you not grinding that hot little underage pussy against somepony’s corpse, or ah swear ah’ll rape ya with a shard of glass.” Applejack’s expression softened, looking back up at Spike then, “You about ta fill mah pussy full, lover boy?”

“No,” said Spike gruffly “I’m about to blow my load in Applebloom’s tight little ass; even dead she’s a better fuck than you. Your whore cunt is just getting lucky.”

“Well ah kin certainly appreciate a preference fer dead fuck holes over living ones,” Applejack teased, then leaned up and whispered, “But don’t you lie, ah feel how hot and throbbing the one in me is. Yer tryin’ to pretend ya don’t wanna cum in me cause ah murdered yer favorite fuck and the closest thing to a mother you’ll ever have, but you’d plow mah well-muscled plot fer hours given the chance.” She licked Spikes face as he growled, “But do feel free ta talk dirty to mah dead little sister as you blow yer load in us.”

Spike rolled back his eyes a bit, and it was unclear if he heard everything she said, but all the same he did what she wanted, “Yeah that’s it, serves you right Bloom you little prude. Refused to put out for me… refused to put your body to use pleasuring males like every female should… so now I’m fucking your tight, dead little ass. How you like that, you little cock tease?” His body tensed up, “Fuck yeah take my cum up your dead shitter… and you take my cum up your whore pussy, you psychotic cunt. I only wish I was fucking your corpse too!”

Spike’s cocks jerked violently, flooding them, painting their insides with a thick coat of dragon sperm, maybe even a bit more than he had blown out in his first load. Applebloom’s ass was lubricated again with dragon sperm, the dry dragging noise of penetration becoming sloppy and wet again. Likewise his cum mixed with Applejack’s fuck juice, warming her up with his surprisingly hot cream filling, making her arch her back and moan, gripping the dragon in her hind legs and feeling his hips continue to buck as he packed them both full.

What’s more, Spike finally couldn’t overcome the delicious smell of dead pon, managing to rip a strip of meat from Applebloom’s face and scarfing it down ravenously even as he creamed in her corpse. He didn’t catch what he was doing until he had swallowed down several chunks, barely chewing, and left a hole in Applebloom’s face down to the bone.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Applejack groaned, “Yer a hot little dragon in more ways than one, lover boy. Twilight must have been nuts to never let you cream up her cooch.” She slurped at Spike’s mouth through the muzzle, and to her delight and surprise, he kissed her back at least briefly, even sharing the chunk of meat he still had in his maw. “Ah see that hunger finally got the better of you. So was this the first time you ever fucked a set of sisters?”

Spike grunted and blushed a bit at his loss of control as he pulled his cocks out of the two holes with a slurp, “Uh no… Rarity took me to the spa like a few weeks ago as a present for helping her out with some things. She paid for me to get the ‘full service’ so I got to fuck those um… I forget their names, the twin prostitutes at the spa. They took turns eating Rarity out while I fucked them, was pretty hot. Actually… Rarity helped me get around quite a bit after my first time with her.”

“Oh?” Applejack smirked, “If ah remember correctly, the ‘full service’ is only for adults. And get around?”

Spike grunted, “Well they’re not supposed to for someone my age no… they charged extra.” He grinned, “Yeah you might be surprised how many notches I have in my bed post now, so to speak. Mares and fillies too. Rarity says… I mean Rarity said that it was cause I’m a guilt-free source of pleasure, since mares can take my cocks bare on a whim and still not have to worry about getting knocked up. I think it’s more that I have two cocks myself.”

“It’s probably a bit of both,” smirked Applejack, before adding, “And that’s quite an interesting philosophy ya got there. What was it you said? That females should always use their bodies to pleasure males?”

“I didn’t mean it like that uh… I mean,” Spike stammered.

“Course ya did,” Applejack chuckled, “Ya can’t lie to me, lover boy. Don’t worry, ah’m impressed ya have such a… rape-tastic way of lookin’ at mares already at yer age. It’s very mature of you.”

“Don’t think I’ve ever heard a mare that was okay with… well mares being raped,” commented Spike.

“Eh… maybe,” shrugged Applejack, “Ah’ve been raped a few times, before ah got my strength up enough that I could shrug em off. It wasn’t that big of a deal.”

“You… have been?” Spike tilted his head.

“Lover boy,” Applejack chuckled, “Ah doubt any mare gets through life without getting’ pounded against her will at least a few times. Most stallions have a hard time takin’ no fer an answer. They can’t help it; it’s just their nature. Stallions are driven by their cocks and not much else; that’s why mares are usually the ones in power and stallions are generally treated as intellectual inferiors. It’s also why there’s a law against stallions becoming alicorns unless they’re willing to go through some mind-clensin’ and very painful gender-shifting magic. Ah think that princess whats-her-name… Candice? Candy? … Cadence! That was it, yeah she was a he before she got ‘promoted’.”

“Yeah well ponies may work that way, but I’m no idiot,” Spike grumbled.

“Of course ya aren’t,” Applejack said, tapping his still throbbing cocks with her hoof, “So have ya considered mah previous offer, lover boy? Wanna rape and murder yer little friends over there?” She slowly started to stroke his shafts up and down with one hoof, “Just imagine… cramming yer cocks into their still, coolin’ bodies, knowin’ that you were tha reason they were dead. The offers only on the table fer a little bit longer, and ah’d really like to see mah hot little predator in action.”

Spike was just dense enough to not realize that he was proving her point about stallions when he answered rather enthusiastically, “Fuck yeah I want to!” Then more quietly, “Uh… you didn’t want to do it yourself?”

Applejack smirked, “Gettin’ you to do it makes me just as responsible, ya little corpse-stuffer.” She removed her hoof and started rubbing Applebloom’s stiff plot against him, causing his hips to twitch a bit.

The two looked back over at the fillies to see how they were faring.

Scootaloo was still obsessing over Rainbow’s cadaver. In an apparent effort to be even more of a toilet, she had managed to open up the dead pegasus’ behind even more, pushing both hooves into her and stretching out her anus as far as she could. Scootaloo could stick half of her head into the gaping hole at that point, getting to one last chunk of shit that hadn’t expelled itself, a rather large one, and pulled it out with her muzzle, sucking loudly on it like it were chocolate ice cream.

The crazed little shit-eater moaned when she was able to retrieve a full brick of Dash-crap, her body rocking and hips tightening up as she came on Rainbow’s face once again. She took the slimy chunk of shit, still soft and gooey enough for her purposes, and smeared it eagerly all over her face, giving herself a green-ish brown mud-mask, even rubbing it into her own eyes. She enthusiastically licked one of her shit-caked hooves clean as she used the other to rub at her crotch, pushing more excrement up into her pussy, mixing with her cunt juice and coating her inner walls as she practically rammed her hoof right up inside herself.

Scootaloo was so into living out her fantasy while she still could, that it wasn’t clear if she even remembered that she was about to be murdered. She moaned loudly again, pushing her hoof further into herself and she shoved her face back into Rainbow Dash’s gaping anus, desperately fishing around with her tongue for more scat.

Scootaloo’s shit-covered state was probably the main thing that made Spike look at Sweetie then instead. Sweetie still wasn’t having a good time at it. She was grinding her little pussy against Fluttercorpse still, though it didn’t look like she had even come close to creaming herself. She wept bitterly as she lapped deeply into her big sister’s asshole, tears smeared against Rarity’s plump behind, bits of burnt flesh rubbing off on Sweetie’s face as she did so.

She jerked and squealed when Applejack gently touched her back, as if she thought she was going to be murdered right then, making Applejack grin widely before winking at Spike and patting Sweetie’s behind as if to say ‘Go for it, stud!’

Spike breathed deeply, his expression screaming ‘I can’t believe I’m about to do this’, but all the same moved forward towards Sweetie, gently lifting her cute little plot off of Fluttershy’s face and rubbing his claws all over her, digging his claws in just a bit more than he usually would. He groaned as his stomach actually growled in anticipation. Sweetie jerked again at the touch, then let out a little ‘huh?’ noise as she turned and realized it was Spike.

“Spike?” Sweetie looked at him pathetically, ears down, “What are you doing? This is really, REALLY not the time!”

“I don’t remember asking your permission, meat-cunt,” Spike growled, yanking her tail up hard with one hand and letting her feel his dual shafts throb wantingly between her plot cheeks, “Now stuff that face in Twilight’s cunt while I rape you. Rarity’s already clean enough.”

“Spike, I said I didn’t want to…” whimpered Sweetie, as if she thought somehow not wanting to would keep him from fucking her.

“What’s your point?” Spike was getting into it quickly, much to Applejack’s delight, “Didn’t you hear me say ‘rape’ instead of ‘fuck’?” He forced her hind legs apart, ,jarring her broken one in the process, “Or should I let Applejack know that you need more ‘encouragement’ to be a good cock-warmer?”

“I-if you don’t stop… I’m gonna tell my sist—“ Sweetie instinctively threatened before stopping herself.

Applejack laughed, “Have ya forgotten whose dead fuck holes you’ve been giving a tongue cleanin’, sugar cube? Now do what he says before ah decide he’s not puttin’ you through enough agony.”

Applejack settled back on her haunches to watch the show, casually rubbing her cum-drooling pussy with one hoof as her other slipped over to rub into Scootaloo’s. The scatty little filly was still too lost in the moment to complain, and ground herself happily on Applejack’s hoof as she continued.

Sweetie Belle turned to obediently press her muzzle against Twilight’s pussy now, first licking the drippings of dragon cum that decorated her stiff lips before pressing her muzzle firmly against the hole and ‘kissing’ it deeply, pushing her tongue into the chamber full of more Spike cum, though by now it was just as frigid as the corpse it occupied.

“Too late now, cunt, you took too long,” Spike growled, grasping one of Sweetie’s forelegs and twisting it behind her back, craning it further and further back even as he pushed his shafts forward and pushed open her hot little pussy and ass.

As Spike penetrated his friend that he had fucked at least a dozen times before, he could already feel that it was different. The way her pussy and ass both clenched unwillingly against his forced entry, the subtle differences between how consenting and nonconsenting fuck holes milked his cocks, and the way her body squirmed in fear and pain rather than desire… it was all so new, so wrong, yet so very hot. He smacked his belly against her, pushing fully inside, and began rapid thrusting as he pulled her leg back further.

“No! No! I’m sorry! Please don’t!” Sweetie begged right before her leg snapped with a very audible cracked, Spike leaning forward to run his tongue over the shards of bone and torn flesh, nursing her delicious blood from the wound as he continued to ram his hips.

Sweetie wailed as her new limb was broken, shaking as she made herself move back to Twilight’s pussy, lapping deeply as she was repeatedly pushed against the corpse, trying her best to avoid any more pain from now two tormentors.

“Fucking hell, this is sweet!” Spike couldn’t help but blurt out, moving about to rape her deliciously unwilling holes from every angle he could, savoring how his shafts rubbed around her insides. If he hadn’t already came twice, he would have already blown his load here. “I’ve never felt like this before… how the fuck do the same slutty fuck holes feel this much better?”

“Yer getting’ the idea, lover boy,” purred Applejack, “Ah bet ya wish you had been here ta rape Twilight now.”

“Fuck yeah, woulda raped her screaming!” Spike groaned, “And Rarity too! With how hot her pussy felt willing… holy fucking shit I can’t even imagine how it would feel with her squirming in agony!”

“Oh really?” chuckled Applejack, “Ready to betray the pony you love so easily?”

Spike groaned, “Oh fuckin’ stop it; it has nothing to do with that, and everything to do with… if a pony’s gonna die anyway, may as well enjoy that writhing body while it’s still warm! Don’t you agree Slutty Belle?”

Spike bent the broken leg back further as if to emphasize, and continued to lick at it, holding it with one claw as the other wrapped around Sweetie’s plot, gripping her and scratching into her only partially developed breasts, massaging them like he knew she liked, only with claws bared this time to make her squirm more.

Sweetie Belle continued to lap hard into Twilight’s pussy, perhaps too afraid to answer Spike either way, though it was likely she wanted to tell him she wasn’t a slut, even though he knew that she totally was.

Spike groaned, rolling his eyes back and arching his back, his claws dragging back to her behind, digging into her flanks where her cutie marks would be if she had been allowed to live long enough to get them. She squeaked at the feeling of his claws poking through her sensitive flesh; it felt like she was being stabbed with needles, trying hard to hold her behind stable, afraid his claws would drag through her flesh if she wasn’t perfectly still. That didn’t stop her insides from churning though, instinctively milking her rapist as if even her fuck holes preferred brutal rape to love-making.

“Fuck Sweetie,” Spike moaned, “I’m gonna cum harder than I ever have. T-then… t-then…” Even in his excitement it took Spike a few attempts to get his next words out, “Then I’m gonna KILL you and feast on your well-fucked corpse! Here… it… comes…”

He groaned out loudly, body shaking more violently than with either of his two previous orgasms, practically convulsing as he expelled his thick cum into Sweetie’s hot cunt and asshole, continuing to hammer his cock into her as if to pack his sperm as deeply into her little womb and intestines as possible. He screamed like a girl in orgasmic bliss, and even after his throbbing cocks had expelled enough load to swell her little belly visibly, he continued to thrust into her.

Sweetie felt herself loaded fuller than she had ever filled her, but was more interested in what he said would happen afterward, begging, “Spike please don’t kill me! Please I don’t wanna die! Spike please no… please don’t… Spike I’m scared… don’t make our last moments together… you killing me…”

“Shhhh,” Spike was actually a bit gentle then, leaning forward and suckling at her ear as he whispered to her, “I’m doing you a favor Sweetie, this won’t hurt nearly as much as if Applejack were to do it.” He gripped her ear with his maw as she continued to shake it ‘no’, “Shhh… just relax, I’ll take away your pain… “

“I-I love you Spike…” Sweetie pleaded. “At least stop raping me while you do this…”

“I love you too,” Spike whispered in return, “So trust me, just relax… let death’s peaceful embrace overtake you…” He wasn’t about to stop raping her though; he wanted to feel what it was like to be inside a filly as she died.

Sweetie was about to continue her begging, but she felt Spike’s claws grip about her neck, one then the other, and squeeze tightly, cutting off her air. Even as he continued to slowly thrust, he squeezed harder and harder. She squirmed beneath him for a bit, which only served to make him moan and thrust just a bit harder. Finally her chest stopped heaving and her body slowed down, the child seeming to accept her fate, doing as he said and just relaxing as death overtook her. This wasn’t such a bad way to go…. At least he wasn’t’ eating her alive, right?

But just as she felt herself about to drop into unconsciousness, his claws suddenly loosened their grip, allowing her to once again take in a deep breath, lungs heaving several times as she took in as much air as possible.

“This isn’t right…” Spike trailed off, though his hips hadn’t stopped their somewhat slower thrusting, “I-It’s not right…”

“Aw,” Applejack chuckled from behind him, “Lost yer nerve? Ah was wonderin’ if ya might.”

“Hardly,” Spike took a deep breath, pulling himself back up off of Sweetie.

Spike took Sweetie gently by her good hind leg, turning her around slowly, his cocks finally popping free of her as he did so that his sperm dribbled free from her well packed holes. He turned her over fully and stared into her eyes, sliding a hand over her belly as he pushed his cocks back inside, each in the opposite hole as before. Even as he did this, Sweetie looked up at him. Even if it meant she would die more horribly by Applejack’s hand, it meant something to her that he hadn’t been able to go through with it.

But then his face twisted into a predatory smile, licking his lips, “I’m the predator… you are my prey. It’s not right for me to care about whether you suffer as you die… no… I want to see the agony in your eyes as I eat you alive.”

“But Spike I…”

“Shut up,” Spike cut her off, “The fuck meat doesn’t have a right to complain. Why should I care about what my FOOD thinks? On the contrary… nothing would get me off more right now than hearing your moans of agony as you DIE screaming.”

Sweetie’s expression had changed to one of abject terror as she saw Spike’s eyes practically gleam, his stomach growling loudly as he licked his lips. “N-no Spike! Oh Celestia no I don’t wanna be eaten alive, that’s horrible!”

“With this muzzle on, I’ll have to take smaller bites,” Spike said, “But that’s fine, it will drag out your suffering longer.”

Spike leaned down ravenously, and Sweetie was already screaming like a maniac before he even bit down. First he yanked her leg that he had broken up where she could watch as he bit down at the broken joint and tore a delicious chunk of her flesh away, blood splattering on her wide-eyed, terrified face as he did.

“Might want ta keep her face intact,” Applejack helpfully suggested, “It’s fun to see what sort of terrified expression freezes on their face as they die.”

Spike nodded as he gulped down the first chunk of flesh, then leaned down again, this time pulling off a long strip of meat from her lithe limb, gnawing it down, staring deeply into her eyes and indeed savoring her expression as he did. He began to take slow but violent thrusts into both her fuck holes even as he pulled up her good front leg, dragging his fully extended claws down her leg, slicing the flesh into ribbons, then licking it up and down and beginning to violently rip strip after strip away, tearing her leg to the bare bone like a school of ravenous piranha.

“Spike it hurts so bad!” Sweetie managed to get out between shrill screams, “Please strangle me! Break my neck! JUST PLEASE LET ME DIE!”

“Oh fuck yeah,” Spike moaned, “Beg… beg for mercy! Beg for death! Fuck Sweetiie… if I knew what this was like I would have gutted you all alive ages ago!”

Her begging for mercy made his cocks throb as hard as if they hadn’t had relief for a week, and his thrusting grew faster. He pulled her good hind leg now, pulling it hard, nearly popping it out of the joint so he could get it where the wide-eyed, dying filly could watch. He ripped as large of a slab as he could from her thigh, bit of meat and gore splattering over her body as he shredded her apparnt from thigh to hoof. Once the meat was nearly gone, he twisted and snapped the leg off at the knee join, suckling on the bloody bone in front of her and slurping his long tongue about it to get the last bits of meat.

“Fucking hell, Applejack, you were so fucking right!” Spike groaned as he began ripping meat from the broken hind leg as well, “I would have eaten you all once I got old enough to realize how good this feels.” He continued to rip out chunks and swallow them down whole between words, “Even Twilight and Rarity… they would have died screaming for mercy just like this tender little meat cunt!” His gut was swelling, yet he continued to scarf down more raw Sweetie meat, “Ponies are for eating and females are for fucking!”

“And female ponies are fer both,” Applejack chuckled, “There ya go, now yer thinkin’ like a proper dragon.” It was actually adorable to her to see the little hatchling embrace his natural instincts so completely before she slaughtered him too. It was like seeing a foal’s excitement at earning their cutie mark.

Sweetie Belle’s screeching as she watched her body ripped apart had even knocked Scootaloo out of her rabid Dash-fucking, shit-eating daze. She was now staring at Sweetie and Spike, unable to look away. Humorously, her little hindquarters continued to grind on Applejack’s hoof, as if she was so surprised that she forgot to turn that off.

“Oh my Celestia,” Scootaloo’s voice sounded hollow, “I-is that gonna happen to me too?”

“That’s up to Spike,” Applejack winked at her, ruffling her mane a bit as she might do in a less gruesome situation, “You better get as much lovin’ in on Dash’s corpse as ya kin before it’s yer turn to die screamin’.”

Scootaloo actually nodded at the suggestion, “Yeah I should…” She moved her rump back to Rainbow’s face, which was now drooling with foal juice, grinding on it again. She cycled about, alternating between eating out Dash’s pussy or ass, or slurping at her stiff breasts. She picked up a chunk of lung that most likely had belonged to Rainbow Dash, rubbing it against her little cunt as well.

Of course the real show was still Sweetie Belle, still screaming her lungs out, “No! No! Kill me! KILL ME! Oh Celestia how can I not be dead after all this?”

It was actually pretty impressive that she was still alive after Spike had skeletonized all four of her legs, bones covered in teeth marks. Perhaps it was because Spike was really moving so fast, but at this point Spike was patting his belly as if it were full. Still, Sweetie was still alive, and he didn’t want her to have any respite before her death, he wanted her to die with his teeth ripping out her delicious flesh.

Spike dragged his claws up and down her tender body, looking directly into her wide eyed, wanting her to know how much he was savoring every second of her agony. He dragged his claws up from just above her well-raped cunt up to close to her neck, back and forth until the flesh started to split. He then pulled the two halves apart, inching his fingers inside to get a better grip, then pulled outward, her chest cavity opening with a chorus of crackling as many of her ribs snapped.

Spike stared at the organ buffet, his hunger rising once again at the sight. Such a new sight, but it just felt right for him to be staring into the chest cavity of a dying foal. He gripped at her hips again, cocks throbbing hard as he sped up his thrusts, her juicy pussy and ass squelching wetly from the movements. He could now actually see the action from her insides, the shape of his cock bulging out her fuck-tunnel and intestines with each thrust. Both cocks were shooting pre profusely, but he was desperately trying to hold it. When he did cum, he wanted it to be inside Sweetie’s freshly-murdered corpse.

He lowered his head, wrapping about what he assumed was her stomach, tearing it free and pulling it up so she could see it. He bit down, the stomach’s contents oozing out of either end before he turned back his head and scarfed it down. He moved on to her bladder, playing with it for a moment in his claws before turning his head up and holding it above him, drinking Sweetie’s fresh urine straight from the tap. Once it was emptied, he gobbled it up as well.

“How am I still alive…” Sweetie continued to lament, though at this point was gurgling more than screaming. “I just want to die… is that too much to ask?”

Spike fished out a few more organs that looked not entirely vital, gnawing messily on her spleen and liver as he consumed them, then yanking up a thick strand of her intestines, holding it in his hands and feeding it into his mouth, slurping it up like a thick noodle. He even ripped out her undeveloped womb, his own cream drooling down his face as he ate it like a delicious pastry. He left enough tunnel and intestine, though, to make sure her corpse could still be fucked properly.

Looking down into Sweetie’s eyes then, he could tell that she was literally seconds from passing on. He grinned at her last time, then quickly ripped the child’s delicious heart right out of her chest. The last thing Sweetie ever saw was her heart still beating in Spike’s muzzle, as death finally took her.

As soon as the act of rape became an act of necrophilia, Spike groaned and arched his back, blowing his load hard once again. Thick ropes of dragon splunk squirted from the end of what was left of her fuck tunnel and intestines, splattering all over her remaining organs and drooling from the gore. He then yanked his cocks free, leaving Sweetie there on the ground like a used cum-rag.

“You know Applejack,” Spike offered, “If you kept me alive, I could help you… as well as chow down on some of your victims.”

Applejack shook her head, “Sorry, lover boy, ah know what you’d do. You’d tie me up the first time ah slept and then do to me what you just did to Sweetie, or something like it.”

Spike grumbled, but admitted, “Actually yeah, that’s exactly what I was planning.” He then turned to Scootaloo, “And you, don’t think you won’t die in agony just cause I’m full and you’re covered in corpse-shit.”

Scootaloo appeared to be ignoring him, head half-way into Rainbow’s pussy at the moment. Spike growled at Scootaloo’s refusal to take her turn being murdered by him, and reached to pull her away from Rainbow.

But it seemed that Scootaloo was paying more attention than it seemed. As soon as Spike got within range, he took a sudden hoof to the face from Scootaloo. Applejack didn't move to stop the sudden struggle for who gets to off who; this could get interesting.

9. Applejack Helps Scootaloo Loosen Up

Spike growled and stepped back forward only to get kicked with both of Scootaloo’s hind hooves squarely in the face. He fell on his ass this time. His gut full of Sweetie Belle's flesh wasn't helping him either, making it harder to get up quickly. Scootaloo screamed as if a battle cry and began stomping up and down on Spike.

“AJ help me!” Spike cried out. It seemed his prey was biting back.

Applejack shook her head and backed off to give them space, “Sorry, lover boy. Doesn’t matter to me which of ya kills tha other.”

Scootaloo managed to get a chunk of brick and began pounding Spike in the face with it. At first Applejack thought she would cave his face in similar to how she did with Twilight, but once Spike was out cold, she didn’t finish him right away. Instead she rolled him over, using the excess length of his own leash to tie his arms securely behind his back. She wrapped his legs in the length as well, and tied the two together securely.

At first it looked like Scootaloo was going to go back to hot lesbian necro-sex with her hero while she waited for Spike to wake up. Applejack was going to allow it in fact, but just as Scootaloo was about to dive in, Spike moaned and stirred, wriggling and finding himself tightly bound.

“Fuck,” Spike growled. Well at least he got to act on his instincts once before he died.

“What the fuck Spike?” Scootaloo agreed with the exclamation at least, “Y-you… you butchered her! As she begged for mercy!” So she had been paying a little attention it seemed, “That psycho redneck bitch turning on us in one thing, but you were our friend!”

“Um, sorry?” Spike offered, grinning a bit sheepishly, though it was hard to be sheepish with bits of Sweetie Belle still stuck to his face.

Scootaloo sighed, looking back at Applejack, who just smiled and waved a bit. Scootaloo turned back to Spike, “She’s gonna kill me, and I can’t do anything about that… but I can do something about you killing Sweetie Belle, so that’s just what I’m going to do.”

Scootaloo looked around the room as if to see what she had at her disposal. She grabbed hold of the rest of the bag of salt, but didn’t seem to know what the pop rocks were for; she just ate the remaining ones. She grabbed the bloody shard from the floor that had been used on previous victims, but after checking the sharpness she frowned.

Scootaloo looked at Applejack, “Do you have like a really sharp knife?”

Applejack and Scootaloo stared at each other a moment, before Applejack opened her saddle bag slowly, pulling out a sharpened meat cleaver. She paused before tossing it over, “You try anything funny, sugar cube, and ah swear ah will torture you fer days before ah let you die.” She then tossed the knife over to Scootaloo, keeping her distance and watching her closely. Scootaloo wouldn’t be able to charge at her from this distance without her having plenty of time to prepare, and Applejack could always charge in herself and stomp the little one’s head in if Scootaloo tried to cut her leash.

“Ya try anythang funneh…” Scootaloo mocked with and over-imitation of Applejack’s accent, “Oh just shut up you fucking mud-pony,”

Applejack liked Scootaloo’s spunk, mocking and throwing racial slurs at her soon-to-be killer, so she grinned and allowed it. She wanted to see how Scootaloo’s angry little mind would come up with for torturing Spike.

“I don’t usually get off on suffering,” Scootaloo said, waving the knife in front of Spike’s face, “But I’ll do my best to make an exception.”

“Well ah’ll get off on it, if that helps,” Applejack cracked.

“I swear,” Scootaloo grumbled, “If I get one more comment from your stupid hick mouth, I will slit both his and my throat and you won’t get to see either of us tortured.”

Well, Scootaloo was the first victim to actually make a doable threat against her, and she seemed crazed enough to do it, so Applejack went quiet and let her work. Though now Applejack was worried Scootaloo might slit her own throat anyway after Spike died. Applejack would have to be ready to run in and pull the knife away near the end.

“What’re you gonna do?” asked Spike, the recently tough dragon now shivering in fear.

Scootaloo didn’t answer. Instead she got some of the wire Applejack had used to tie off Big Mac‘s cock, apparently having noticed it had been done, and rolling Spike over to get at his cocks. She turned and rubbed her gooey fun hole against his shaft, feeling him get hard rather quickly. She then turned back around, slurping one shaft and then the other into her mouth, slurping at it to make sure it was at full hardness.

Finally she tied the strand tightly around each base, pulling them tight separately. Spike groaned at the muzzle on them, then squeaked a bit as she started to tighten the grip, until circulation was completely cut off between his body and his shafts. Scootaloo tested how good it was working by suddenly biting down on one of his shafts, grinding her teeth along the length to the base and then back again. She then immediately repeated the test on the other.

It seemed to work. Spike squealed again as she bit down and started to cry himself as she worked her teeth down and up each shaft. Despite the obvious drop in his arousal, the cocks didn’t deflate even a little bit, and this also had the added benefit of ensuring he couldn’t cum again, though she doubted that would be a problem.

Instead she rolled him over onto his back, taking the knife in her mouth and holding him, the carefully bearing down. Spike grunted as he felt it eventually split the scales, but it was slow going. Watching Scootaloo work, Applejack finally realized that she was attempting to skin the dragon.

“Uh, sugar cube?” Applejack actually tried to sound polite, “Ah got a knife that’s especially fer skinnin’ if you’d like to try it instead. It’s even enchanted…”

Scootaloo paused and glared at Applejack, “Fine, toss it over here. But don’t dare come a step closer.”

Applejack smirked at the request, but nodded, digging through the saddle bag and retrieving the special knife she had brought for exactly this use. She tossed it over to Scootaloo, who slowly picked it up, suspiciously looking at Applejack still. Scootaloo was surprised though when it really did work. She still had to strain herself, but the scales did come up much more easily.

“Whoa, whoa!” Spike blurted out, “Skinning? Come on Scoots let’s talk this out.”

“The only sound I want to hear from you is screaming, “Scootaloo answered coldly.

Once the blade was moist with blood, the began to dip it into the bag of salt in between. She rammed the blade against the corner of one of his chest plates then, prying hard until it popped away from his body, making him jerk and groan at the suddenly feeling of cool air against his bare muscles. Scootaloo ripped the first plate off, tossing it aside before beginning to work on the next one.

It was tedious work, pulling up one plate at a time, moving to start up at his neck and moving downward over his body. She pried off the two plates that separated to let his cocks slide out, then went further down to the end of his tail. She then twisted and cut until she managed to cut off the tip before moving upwards along the top, digging through and pulling off his purple scales as well in strips.

Applejack expected Scootaloo to get into it eventually, but she kept the same cold icy glare, refusing to answer Spike’s occasional pleas for mercy and not so much as twitching her cute little behind to indicate arousal.

All the same she did her work well, rolling Spike when she needed to and even managing to work around the ropes, moving them one way and the other to get the scaly flesh beneath. Periodically she would stop to rub salt all over his exposed flesh. Soon she had worked all the scales off of his torso and all of his limbs, then even peeled the skin off his head and face, his own tears now burning at the exposed muscles.

“Fine, you’ve had your fun,” Spike wept, “Cut my throat or whatever you want to do.”

“Not done,” answered Scootaloo coldly, “I’m gonna take away everything that makes you a dragon.”

Scootaloo then held down one of Spike’s claws and jammed the blade into it at an angle. It wasn’t easy holding down each finger to pry out the claw, but she managed to do it, the sharp little falling to his back as they came free, the dragon yelping with each new twist. Scootaloo carefully gathered up the bloody claws and put them aside, then walked around to Spike’s face.

Scootaloo suddenly stabbed the blade into Spike’s maw as well, before he knew it twisting it about and managing to pop out a tooth which thumped to the ground. Spike closed his mouth of course, but Scootaloo could still reach the ones in front, so the dug them out one at a time. After she was done with that, she used the first knife Applejack had tossed her to pry open his mouth; now if he bit down he’d be biting into the blade.

She was able to rip the last of his teeth out with his muzzle pried open, actually starting to show a bit of a smile as she looked down into his face, twisted in pain. Once done, she pulled back her knives, curiously licking some of the blood off and shrugging at the taste.

“Do we have quick drying glue in your little murder kit?” Scootaloo asked.

“Sure do,” said Applejack, scrounging through her saddlebag and tossing a tube of it in Scootaloo’s direction, “We think more alike than you’d like to admit.” She added when Scootaloo didn’t answer, “Ya almost done there?”

“I’m gonna glue his teeth and claws to this bloody dildo rubble thing and fuck him with it,” Scootaloo explained gruffly, “Then I’m gonna rip out his still beating heart like he did to Sweetie. Then I guess it’s my turn.”

“You fergot the part where you fuck his corpse,” Applejack pointed out, “That’s an important part of murder.”

“Fine I’ll fuck his corpse, couldn’t hurt,” Scootaloo shrugged.

“W-what did you say you were doing?” Spike stammered, his voice a bit slurred due to his toothless state.

“Not as much as you deserve,” snapped Scootaloo back at him as she started work on the dildo.

She carefully glued each of the teeth she had extracted from his maw onto the dildo, facing all sorts of directions to make sure it ripped going in and out. She then put the claws on it after that, all facing up or down in various places on the dildo. The glue really was quick to dry when exposed to air, so the parts seemed pretty steady within a few minutes.

“Scream for me,” Scootaloo said darkly as she pushed Spike’s tail out of the way.

Scootaloo enjoyed how he tensed up in anticipation of the agony, and jerked when she put the tip to his tailhole. She started to push hard, and it popped inside him a bit easier than she expected it to. It made her wonder if he’d been fucked up the ass before, but that didn’t matter right now. What mattered is that he shrieked as soon as she thrust it in.

Scootaloo’s smile widened as she looked up at Spike face, repeatedly shoving the spiked dildo deeper with each thrust. She rammed it as deep as she could without losing her hold on it, then ripped it back out, blood drooling from his ass now, bits of flesh hanging from some of the jagged teeth and claws. All the time Spike screamed like a little bitch, sobbing and squirming no less fantastically than Sweetie had as he was raping her.

Not even Scootaloo could see him writhe in such agony and not be affected, her hips starting to roll, idly rubbing her pussy against one of Spike’s legs as she continued to rape him up the ass.

Applejack expected the already exhausted filly to wear out pretty quickly as hard as she was hammering it into him, but she went on and on, another full hour passing while Spike was ass raped. By that time his ass was less a hole and more a gaping gash. Scootaloo finally tossed the spiked dildo aside, and started yanking his intestines out through the hole, and gnawing on one, probably just so Spike could see her do it, but she didn’t make any face to indicate that it tasted bad to her.

Spike groaned, no longer able to beg in coherent words, yet only in the last few minutes had he stopped shrieking, settling to more gurgling sounds as blood pooled in his mouth and he just stared down at Scootaloo as if unable to stop watching.

Scootaloo grabbed the butcher knife again, this time ramming it into his belly about where his navel would have been if he had one, and dragged it up, ripping open his gut just as he had Sweetie. It took a lot of effort from Scootaloo to work the rift open, but she managed to pull chunks off until she could see the rest of his pulsing organs.

“I only wish I could do this a thousand times, you disloyal little pain fag!” Scootaloo screeched, pulling Spike’s still beating heart out of his chest, letting it hang in her teeth as she showed it to him. She didn’t even realize it when she moved one fore hoof between her hind legs and began to rub herself as she watched his eyes roll back and his body convulse several more times before going still.

Applejack took advantage of Scootaloo being distracted by gleefully watching Spike die, quietly trotting up behind her, picking up the butcher and skinning knife, and tossing them back across the room. Scootaloo reached for the butcher knife, then when it wasn’t there she looked up and saw Applejack.

“Aw fuck!” Scootaloo grunted, then cringed away from Applejack as if she thought the pony would start right away.

“Go ahead and ride his corpse,” Applejack said, “You gave me a good show and deserve a respite, but you better enjoy this, cause it’ll be the last time anything pleasurable enters those underage fuck holes of yers.”

Scootaloo took a deep breath, sliding her bottom back against Spike’s shafts, still hard from being tied off, and pushed herself down onto him. She squeaked a bit in pleasure as she slid herself down until her belly smacked against his. They were still warm at the moment, so it didn’t feel too different than it always had when he fucked her, though she didn’t feel the familiar cock throb as she gripped her cunt and ass around him and slid herself up and down.

“I can’t believe I ever let this asshole fuck me,” Scootaloo grumbled, even as the barn was full of the slippery suction of his dead cocks being pushed in and out of her pussy and ass.

Scootaloo leaned forward, licking the last of Spike’s tears from his face as her hips began to go faster. Applejack slipped up behind her and lifted her tail so that she could see Scootaloo’s and Spikes cute little fuck parts working together, and Scootaloo either didn’t notice or mind, so Applejack began idly masturbating as she watched her next victim have her last moments of pleasure.

Scootaloo tensed up slowly as she neared her climax, her moans growing louder and louder. There was nothing quite like the sound of a child orgasming, even if Applejack would rather hear her shrieking. Applejack pushed her muzzle beneath Scootaloo’s rump as Scootaloo squealed in orgasmic bliss, running her tongue along to slurp up some of the fresh cunt sap before sitting up again.

Scootaloo finally came to a stop, taking another deep breath and pulling her wet cunt and ass off his cock with happy little slurps. She felt Applejack looming behind her and visibly cringed again, looking back at Applejack with the first delicious hint of terror in her eyes.

“Enjoying this show too?” Scootaloo panted, looking down at Applejack hoofing herself

“Oh as much as ah do love to watch two underage bellies slappin’ together”, chuckled Applejack, “Ah’m mostly masturbatin’ to the thought of how I’ll make you scream just like Sweetie when you die. If it makes ya feel any better though, ah think Rainbow Dash would be really proud of how you’ve taken all this… ya know, if ah hadn’t ended that bitch’s life before you got here. Actually that dumb cunt was the first one ah killed.” Applejack did love Rainbow, but she wanted to tweak Scootaloo and she knew this was one of her triggers.

“She’s a dumb cunt?” Scootaloo growled, “Says the psycho pedophile redneck corpse-slut mud-pony.”

“Well that’s a lot of description words ain’t it,” smirked Applejack, “All true though, ah’m rather proud of them in fact.” She ran a hoof down Scootaloo’s back, “Maybe ah should cut off these wings… nah… it wouldn’t really make any difference, would it, ya flightless cripple. Huh, ah guess you are sort of a mudpony yerself in a way.”

Scootaloo gritted her teeth so hard at that that Applejack could swear she heard one crack.

“And ya think Rainbow Dash was a good hero fer you?” Applejack chuckled, “You shoulda chosen somepony more appropriate, like a gardner of a street-sweeper or somethin’”

Applejack was just about to move on to the physical torment when Scootaloo spoke up again, “Let me kill myself. You won’t regret it.”

Applejack smiled, “Sweetie ah don’t want you ta die easy.”

“But this will be worth it!” Scootaloo claimed, “It’ll be hilarious! I’ll just need some glue and a lot of that thin cable you use.”

Applejack was curious, “Okay, let’s make a deal.” She decided, “I’ll let you kill yerself… but only if you stuff yer little cunt and ass with that wonderful death fucker you made fer Spike. And ah ain’t talking a few thrusts, let’s say… at least 20 minutes per hole. If you kin do that, you’re on.”

Scootaloo nodded, “Agreed.” It wasn’t like it would be any more painful than anything Applejack had planned for her, and she’d rather Applejack not have the pleasure of doing it herself anyway. “Um, do you have a timer.”

“Eh, we’ll wing it,” said Applejack, “Ah’m pretty good at keepin’ time.”

Scootaloo propped the horrible dildo she had made up and wedged it between some fallen debris, close to where Rainbow Dash was. She pulled Rainbow’s head close to her so that she could grip it for comfort, and put her drooling pussy against the tip.

“And all the way down on it,” Applejack added, “Time don’t start till it’s fully inside.” She chuckled, “No way a delusional little cripple is gonna pull this off.”

That made Scootaloo look more determined than Applejack had ever seen. She glared at Applejack as she gritted her teeth, loosened up her legs as much as she could, and rammed herself down onto the spiked dildo. Despite how prepared she was, she let out an adorable scream of pain as she pushed down, body suddenly shaking and eyes going wide, tears starting to stream down her face. Clearly this was already hurting worse than she had imagined.

“Too much?” Applejack asked. “At least ya kin take comfort in knowin’ that Spike was in a fuck ton of pain, right?”

“Fuck off!” screeched Scootaloo, “The time starts now!”

Scootaloo began moving her hips up and down, unable to keep herself from making horrified yelps with each thrust, and fresh blood was already drooling down the sides within a few thrusts. Scootaloo kept up though, actually riding it slightly faster than Applejack would have required, and continuing without hesitation even though it was obviously torment.

Scootaloo hugged Rainbow’s head close to her, clinging to it hard as she sobbed pitifully, but still she kept moving, the inside of her soft underage cunt slowly torn to ribbons by the very torture device that she had created. It was big enough that it even jammed through her cervix, dragging across it until the tight ring was just a gaping hole, shoving up into her young womb.

Scootaloo glanced at Applejack, seeing the pleasure in Applejack’s eyes as she looked directly into Scootaloo’s face and savored the look of agony there. Scootaloo tried to look away to deny her such.

“Half-way there,” Applejack said, though Scootaloo felt like it had been at least 15 minutes already. “And you keep those fucking eyes forward, ah wanna see the pain and hatred etched on yer face.”

Scootaloo groaned, but did as Applejack said and looked directly at her, trying to give her more hatred to look at than pain, though it wasn’t easy as she continued her self-torment. Her pussy was completely ruined inside and out, the claws and teeth slicing right through her sensitive fuck tunnel. It felt like her womb was collapsing downward as her tunnel was destroyed, only to be slowly torn into shreds as well.

Applejack came on her hoof finally, licking it clean and realizing she had been out of it for a bit, Scootaloo had probably gone well over the 20 minutes. “Up the ass now,” she ordered the foal, “Pull out… then right back in yer ass, don’t let me see a moment’s hesitation.”

Scootaloo gritted her teeth hard but nodded, pulling herself up, screeching as shreds of her fuck tunnel and at least half of her womb were ripped right out with the dildo. She rammed it down again, having to jab it through a slice of womb meat to get it into her ass, but sank down as quickly as she could once again.

She went back to ramming herself down repeatedly, but was unable to stop herself from shrieking for another good two minutes. Just as she stopped, Applejack reached over and tilted Scootaloo’s head down so that she could see the chunk of her womb and ribbons of her insides already on the ground beneath her. That rekindled the terrified shrieking for another two minutes.

As if that wasn’t enough, Applejack pulled Rainbow Dash away from Scootaloo, who clung to her desperately as she was pulled away and then reached out for her, sobbing pitifully, as she was taken. Applejack sat on Rainbow’s face herself, grinding her cunt into it, and slide a hoof down to stuff Rainbow’s rotting corpse cunt repeatedly as well. Sure enough, hatred and jealousy burned in Scootaloo’s eyes as her fore hooves now just trembled violently with nothing to comfort-grasp.

“Faster,” Applejack grinned evilly.

The dildo wrecked havoc on Scootloo’s insides, ripping through the walls of her intestines, yanking out flesh in chunks. Still she did as Applejack said, screeching as she nearly doubled her pace. The normally fuckable portion of her intestines had been ground to bloody strips of flesh, so now the dildo was grinding into the other layers of intestines as they sank into the dozens of little knives ripping up her insides.

It wasn’t long before one couldn’t even tell the difference between her pussy and ass; it was just one gaping hole, sagging open, thick strands of intestine drooling out around the penetration. Applejack grinned and tilted Scootaloo’s head down again, showing her that pretty much her entire intestinal length had oozed out, the middle churning as it was torn into shreds by the dildo.

“H-has it been time?” Scootaloo asks after another minute of shrieking.

“Five minutes left,” Applejack smirked. Scootaloo glared at her, knowing it had already been well over 20 in her ass as well, but was in no position to disagree.

“Y-you’re gonna just butcher me yourself anyway after this, aren’t you,” Scootaloo gagged out the words, blood drooling profusely from the edge of her muzzle.

“Yep,” Applejack answered simply.

“B-but you’re honesty,” Scootaloo begged, “I did what you said!” Even now she was still bouncing on the dildo.

“Fuck honesty,” said Applejack, “Lying to a child to make them mutilate themselves and then butchering em is fuckin’ hot. And way more entertainin’ than whatever yer plannin’”

“N-no… seriously,” Scootaloo begged, “What I’m planning is hilarious! Comeon you gotta give me a chance! It’s not like you don’t have plenty of other foals in Ponyville that you can kill however you’re planning to kill me, right?”

“Hilarious really,” Applejack rolled her eyes.

“Yes! It’s real—“Scootaloo broke off her words suddenly and vomited blood, which ran down the front of her hot little body like a crimson waterfall, leaving a nice sheen, “-ly really good… I swear.”

“Stop,” Applejack sighed.

“But I can really—“

“Fine! Ah’ll see what’cha got, go ahead and stop bouncin’” Applejack chuckled.

Scootaloo stopped, but was afraid to pull the dildo out this time, knowing that most of her organs would fall out when she did, “Um… could you stitch me up enough so I can live long enough to kill myself?”

Applejack shrugged, then gently pushed Scootaloo onto her back. She grabbed the other salt bags she had brought out, slicing them open before using them to pack about where Scootaloo’s intestines had been. Scootaloo would have screamed if she still had it in her to do so, but could barely speak. Applejack used one sack to stitch over the hole, though it wasn’t going to hold for very long.

“Okay sport,” said Applejack, “You prolly only got a few minutes to live, and that’s a liberal estimate, so hurry up.”

“We need cord, glue, “ Scootaloo spit out more blood that had pooled in her muzzle, “And I need to be at the top of that high tree outside.”

Applejack quirked an eyebrow, “And ah guess ah’ll have to carry you, since yer a cripple in more ways than one now.”

“Y-yes I’m a dirty cripple, just please hurry before I bite it,” Scootaloo said.

Applejack was curious, so she did move as fast as she could without sloshing Scootaloo’s insides up too much. Getting the cords, glue, and emptying the saddle bag so she could carry Scootaloo in it, she went outside to the tall tree Scootaloo had mentioned. She was pretty good at climbing, so they got there with Scootaloo still in tact.

“Still alive, ya dumb little shit?” Applejack smacked Scootaloo’s face a bit as she had stopped moving, but she jerked to awareness.

“O-okay,” Scootaloo said, “Take the cord like this…”

Scootaloo proceeded to tell Applejack how to set the cord, wrapping it around her neck a few times, around her body in an odd way, and then tying it to the tree.

“Okay… now glue my forehooves to the side of my head.” Scootaloo panted, barely conscious.

“What?” Applejack quirked an eyebrow, “Well okay…”

“Then throw me off…” Scootaloo finished.

“If you say so,” Applejack nodded, slathering each of Scootaloo front hooves in glue before pressing them to the sides of her head until they seemed to stay put firmly enough.

“Well, say goodbye ta life ah guess.” Applejack poked her in the eye just to be a dick, but Scootaloo didn’t even react, as if her whole body had gone numb.

“Goodbye Applejack,” Scootaloo panted, “Burn in Hell.”

“Oh ah expect to,” Applejack grinned. She really was looking forward to that at this point.

With that Applejack chucked Scootaloo’s limp but barely living body off the tree, looking down to see what happened with it. Sure enough, Scootaloo came through in the end, the cord arrangement tearing Scootaloo’s head clean off when she bounced at the end of the length. Her hooves were still ‘holding’ her severed head though, making it appear as if she had ripped off her own head.

Applejack chuckled, “Okay ah admit, that was worth it.” It wasn’t like she’d have gotten much more play out of Scootaloo anyway.

Applejack carefully slipped down the tree, cutting Scootaloo’s corpse free and dragging it inside the barn with the others. She propped it next to Rainbow Dash so that Scootaloo could rot with her hero. Scootaloo’s stitching came loose, and most of her organs flowed out of her body and left a trail across the floor.

Applejack chuckled, moving over to pick up some random bits of gore, rubbing it on her face, down her chest, all over her pussy, and just relaxed, coating herself in delicious gore as she writhed about on the ground. In her excitement she stuffed her own ass and pussy full of strands of intestines, then pulled Scootaloo over to rub her pussy in the dead child’s face. It wasn’t long before she was coating her face with her own cunt cream.

She pulled Scootaloo up, looking into her face, and thankfully finding it twisted in pain. She’d hate to think that Scootaloo was at peace when she died.

Tossing Scootaloo back next to Rainbow, Applejack laughed out loud and literally threw herself into the corpse pile. For a while she was absolutely feral, groaning and grinding herself on random bodies. Every corpse in the pile got at least another fucking, and it was most certainly at least several hours before Applejack flopped down, exhausted.

She looked around at all those she had murdered, her glistening fresh cunt juice on most of their faces, not to mention both Mac’s and Spike’s cocks. She had never been more sated or happy with herself in her entire life.

“Phew,” said Applejack to herself, “Friends… family… children… all dead in one murder spree. Now thar’s a job well done.”

She pulled the corpses around her, piling the bodies and organs around her to give her a wonderful ice cold blanket of death. She took a deep breath, savoring the stench of all the corpses she had made, then fell asleep with a content smile on her face and Rainbow’s head grasped between her hind legs.

10. Applejack Takes A Moment To Reflect On Family

Applejack slowly awakened, pulled from sweet dreams about Rainbow Dash. She had dreamed about what their life would have been like, how happy and kinky they’d have been together. Then she had dreamed about murdering Rainbow Dash in every conceivable agonizing way; it had been such a romantic dream.

Dazed from her deep sleep, it took Applejack a moment to remember why she was sleeping in the dirt with a mountain of cold, sticky flesh covering her. She remembered the events of before with a smile, before enjoying a nice breakfast in bed, shoving her muzzle full of loose organs. She pondered to herself, wondering when the bodies would start crawling with maggots, and looking forward to gnawing into flesh drooling with vermin and puss.

Rainbow’s guts were especially stiff by this point, Applejack really having to put effort into ripping chunks off and chewing them down with her herbivore teeth, somehow this meal that only a vulture should love tasted better than anything she’d ever eaten. She might not have been able to hold it down had it not been for her adjusting to the fumes during her peaceful sleep, and even then she knew this wasn’t exactly good for her.

Under normal circumstances she might have worried about dying from bacterial infection from the sudden diet of corpse-flesh, but she knew that wasn’t how she’d go. It was her destiny to be tortured to death, and until then she planned on eating nothing but the flesh of her victims.

But first, it was her fate to extend her murder spree.

She crawled out from the corpse pile, and began dragging the corpses one at a time to a nearby cart, fondly remembering how each one screamed (or moaned) as they died. She also gathered up her murder supplies, and even scraped the dried organs up. Once the cart was filled, there was nothing left in the barn aside from splattered blood and various other fluids.

Looking proudly at the wagon full of corpses, she pondered briefly before getting another great idea. This one didn’t exactly involve the murder of new victims, but it was a pretty damned good idea all the same.

She pulled the cart around the Apple family home, stopping briefly at a shed to retrieve a shovel, then pulled the wagon about to two lonely tombstones on a hill. There she began the arduous task of digging up the bodies of her dead parents. She was used to this kind of manual labor, so was able to uncover the coffin within a few hours. Her parents had been placed in a single coffin as they had died at the same time, which nearly halved her work.

She pried open the carcass case with a big grin on her face, dirt and dust flying about as she uncovered them. There they were, dressed in the familiar outfits they wore at the funeral, her father in a black tie and suit top, her mother in a black silk dress, though the clothe by this point was hardly silky. The bodies weren’t as badly decayed as they could have been, no doubt from embalming and having been locked away from vermin to rot peacefully.

Applejack sighed, talking to the corpses, “Well howdy Mom, Dad… Guess ya don’t feel like rising to greet me huh.” She traced a hoof over the dried face of her father, tears forming in her eyes, “Ah’m so sorry ah wasn’t there fer the two of ya. Ah can’t believe you were both stabbed to death in some dark alley, probably dying in mere minutes. Ah wish ah could have been there to give you a properly torturous death, or at the very least a good rapin’ before ya bit it.”

She clenched her face up in anger, “Ah wish ah could have a word with that stallion that offed ya. Ah mean murderin’ ponies just to take their money? Lettin’ their corpse go to waste, not even rammin’ his cock in them before or after they died? He didn’t even tie Dad’s cock off so he could be properly ridden! Ah’d show that jerk what a real murder is like.” She choked on a sob, “Celestia-damn-it, Ah never even got ta fuck either of ya! Well ah ain’t gonna go on without havin’ gotten it on with both of ya.”

She eased her front hooves over each of their face, then leaned forward, first giving her father a deep kiss, then her mother. She had to use the edge of the shovel to pry their stiff muzzles open to give them a proper kiss, running her tongue about their dried out gums and leaving them layered with a layer of her own saliva.

Applejack felt herself starting to get moist again as she pulled back the blanket that covered the corpses from the neck down so that the funeral guest wouldn’t have to see their stab-wound-riddled bodies. She licked her lips, looking at their bottom halves, which weren’t covered from their outfits.

She ran a hoof along her mother’s belly and down across her crusty slit. She used both hooves to force the corpse-lips apart, a small puff of dust billowing up when the long-dead pussy was forced back open. She leaned down and took a long lick. Their embalmed flesh had a bit of a tangy taste to it, unique from freshly rotting bodies, sort of like a grapefruit, and she immediately found a liking for it.

She slid over, turning herself around to sit on her mother’s wide-eyed face, grinding her own fleshy cunt against her dead mother’s muzzle, feeling the stiff lips flick her own cunt lips back and forth. She leaned her head down, forming a hot 69 with the cold corpse, pushing her lips against the dried out husk of a pussy and lapping deep, spitting into the passage, her drool giving the passage the first lubrication it had had in years. Even stiff and unfeeling as it was, there was still nothing quite like eating out the very hole that Applejack and her siblings had entered the world through.

She lost track of time for a bit, as she seemed to do a lot when enjoying death, but snapped back to awareness as her pussy convulsed against her mother’s stiff face, cunt juice drooling down into the crevices in her flesh, filling her muzzle and deeply set eyes with puddles of cunt sap.

Applejack moved without hesitation then to turn her body around a bit, sitting herself instead on her father’s sheath. It certainly wasn’t pointing proudly upwards as Big Mac’s and Spike’s cocks were, but it had frozen with a few inches free of his sheath and perked up a enough of an angle for her to rub her pussy against. She rolled her hips against it, managing to push the bit that she could into herself, stretching her labia about the shaft.

The flesh felt hard inside her, not to mention damned cold. It send shivers up through her and felt almost like she was fucking an icicle. Still her pussy clenched hard around the shaft and rippled up and down, no less than it would have if he had been soft and throbbing. The fact that this wasn’t a corpse she made herself was made up for by the fact that it was her own father’s cock, and soon she was rapidly slapping bellies with her dead sire.

Applejack arched her back and groaned again, her cunt exploding around the very cock that had fucked her and her siblings into their mother. She rode her orgasm out, then finally came to a stop and pulled herself up off of him, leaving the corpse shaft glistening with new moisture.

Yes. Even if she didn’t kill these ones, they’d make excellent additions to the corpse pile. Applejack pulled them out of the grave, tossing each of them into the wagon with the others, then just to freak out whoever found the uncovered graves a bit more, she left a note in the coffin.

The note read, “These corpses have been taken to be repeatedly raped. They’ll be layered in my fuck juice by the time you find them.”

“Phew,” said Applejack, “Well that was a nice break, but time to get back to the killin’.” She pondered, hitching herself to the cart again and heading back to the house, “Huh, almost fergot to kill Granny.” Hmmm. Granny wasn’t exactly the sort of hottie that would look good being snuffed out, but at the same time it didn’t feel right to leave anyone in her family here alive. She decided to go and take care of her last immediate family member before she headed off.

Granny was taking one of her naps when Applejack arrived at the house, leaning back on a recliner in the living room peacefully. Applejack smirked; she hoped Granny was enjoying the last peaceful moments of her life.

As Granny slept like a rock, Applejack went back out to the wagon, dragging the corpses of their family members into the house one at a time. She leaned her mother and father on either side of Granny so that their dead faces were inches from Granny’s, then put Applebloom in her lap, turned so that her still, terrified face was looking right up at Granny. She pondered how to include Big Mac, before settling on suspending him from the ceiling, his still very fuckable cock swaying inches from Granny’s face as well.

Applejack then let her sleep for a bit as she rummaged for a few more supplies. Applejack was still very thirsty despite her corpsey breakfast, so she got a whole pitcher full of delicious apple juice, but when she took a swallow of it, she had to spit it out due to how nasty it now tasted to her. There was an easy solution, though. She went to the cart, browsing the corpse meat there before pulling out half of Scootaloo’s mangled womb and a thick strand of Spike’s intestines, stirring them into the apple juice, which took on a somewhat more reddish-brown coloring.

After the additions, the juice tasted delicious once again, Applejack feeling her pussy wetten just from the flavor. She pulled a chair up and sat down facing Granny, sipping her corpse juice with one front hoof as she idly masturbated with the other. Granny took a long time, allowing Applejack to finish her juice and spend a few minutes chewing on Scootaloo’s womb before finally getting impatient.

She reached up and pushed Big Mac’s swinging corpse, his cock poking her in one eye. She snored loudly as Applejack swung Mac towards her a second time, this time closing her muzzle on Big Mac’s cock and starting to slurp on it loudly in her sleep. However the taste wasn’t nearly as good to her as it was to Applejack, and she finally blinked awake.

Granny found herself staring down the barrel of Big Mac’s cock as she awoke, immediately spitting it out, sending him swinging back and accidentally spitting out her dentures which stuck comically about Big Mac's tip. She pushed it away, suddenly realizing there was something in her lap and looking down to see Applebloom’s lifeless, horrified expression staring up at her. She shrieked, pushing Applebloom out her lap only to look up to stare into the long-dead eyes of her son and his wife. The shriek she let out then was rather epic, then suddenly gagging as Big Mac’s cock swung into her muzzle again.

“Wow, ah didn’t know you could still scream that loud, Granny,” Applejack chuckled, tossing the womb and intestines aside to splat wetly on the floor before waving.

“What’s goin’ on?!” Granny shrieked, shoving Big Mac away again and spitting out the taste. “T-this is a nightmare!”

“You only wish,” Applejack smiled, “I mean I’m still alive, so you aren’t without an immediate family yet, but sadly ah’m about to be without one. Ya know, when ah murder yer stale plot.”

Granny started breathing heavily, her eyes going wide and pulling her front hooves up to clutch at her chest, face contorting in pain.

“Oh no ya don’t!” screamed Applejack angrily, leaping forward, grabbing Granny by the collar and screaming right in her face, “Don’t you DARE die of a heart attack you dried up cunt! You’re gonna fuck yer dead grandson and son like a good little victim before you’re allowed to fuckin’ die!”

Applejack ripped Big Mac down, his body slamming onto the floor with a dull thud. She yanked Granny’s collar again, this time tearing it away before yanking her onto the floor by her head. Granny’s chest continued to heave as Applejack tried to push her down onto Big Mac as quickly as possible, smacking her grandma several times in the face when she wriggled a bit too much.

“Cooperate ya Celestia-damned bitch,” Applejack screamed in her face, “Ah’m tryin’ ta give that shriveled up pussy of yers one last bout of action befer ya die, ya thankless prude!”

When she finally hit the target, she rammed the old lady the old lady downward, her eyes going even wider as she was cunt stuffed by the rather well-endowed stallion. Applejack had to give several large heaves to get her all the way down on the shaft, mostly because Granny hadn’t exactly been stretched out in years, nor was she exactly producing lubrication. Yet Applejack made sure Granny took Big Mac belly deep, filling out her decrepid tunnel from cunt to womb.

“There we go,” said Applejack, “Hope ya don’t mind if ah indulge mahself by grindin’ mah own cunt on Applebloom’s dead face.”

Applejack tugged Applebloom’s corpse over to begin grinding on her face, turning so that she could pull up her dress for Granny to see her gaping hole of a cunt. As she did this, she grabbed Granny by the shoulders and repeatedly forced her to bounce up and down on Big Mac’s cock, purring as the sound of penetration grew louder and wetter.

“Well sounds like ya got some wetness in that old cunt after all,” Applejack grinned, leaning forward and giving her granny a deep kiss, pulling back and smacking her lips, “Holy fuck, you practically taste like a corpse already.” She grinned, “But yer probably wonderin’ how this happened. “

“What is goin’ on?” Granny screeched in confusion as she was raped by her dead grandson’s cock.

“Well see Applebloom here,” Applejack explained, “Well no lemme start with Big Mac. First ah tied him down and rode his hot cock til he came all up in me, so yeah ah guess you gotta great grandchild on tha way even if ya won’t live long enough to see it, which is fine cause ah’ll probably just rape it to death anyway. Anyway, then I forced Applebloom down on his cock right up her underage cunt until the bloody tip came out her mouth. Then ah strangled Big Mac. Also murdered all my closest friends and the other cutie mark crusaders, but that’s a long story. Oh and ah dug up mah dead parents and fucked em before bringin em here. Does that clarify things?”

“This is a nightma-“

Applejack cut her off this time, “It’s not a nightmare Granny. This is yer granddaughter Applejack, and ah fer real brutally murdered all of em. But buck up, at least you got to live a full life before ah murdered you.”

Applejack then grunted as she felt her drooling cunt reach critical on her dead little sister’s face, giving it another wash of her femme cum and shaking violently for a moment, not ceasing her granny’s rape in the process.

“Wow, really popped there,” chuckled Applejack, “Sorry, grindin’ on a dead child’s face’ll do that to a girl.” She then suddenly pulled Granny Smith off of Big Mac with a slurp, “Off ya go, ah wanna cunt full of necro-incest too!”

Applejack’s father was plopped on the floor next to Mac, and she pushed Granny down onto that one instead. There wasn’t as much to sit on, granted, but it was the thought that counted. She went down easy, her pussy already stretched and his cock already wet from Applejack’s earlier fun-time with him. She dragged her mother over as well, shoving Granny’s head into the dead cunt even as she pushed her rump down onto the cock.

Applejack herself sat on Big Mac’s shaft, quite used to doing so by now, groaning as she sank belly deep and began to roll her hips as she bounced. She put one forehoof on each of Granny’s ends, see-sawing her back and forth to force her to engage in some good wholesome incest with her.

“Come on you fucker,” Applejack said, “Lemme see that tongue lappin’ or ah’ll… ” she chuckled, “Oops! Ran outta ponies ta threaten to murder.”

Granny Smith started to crumple over a bit more, her eyes rolling back and starting to cling to her chest again.

“Damnit all,” Applejack sighed, “Ya really are havin’ a heart attack aren’t ya. Well, may as well cause as much pain as ah can while yer dyin’.”

Her hips bouncing faster on Big Mac’s cock as she got more excitable, Applejack reached over and twisted Granny’s fore leg several times until it snapped. It was rather easy to break the elderly bones, so she twisted it back and forth, breaking it several more times as Granny yelped at each movement. Granny didn’t really screech though until Applejack picked up Applebloom and forced Granny’s hoof into her cunt, pushing it through the gaping hole through her body and out her mouth, giving Granny a corpse accessory.

Granny rolled her eyes back, tumbling forward once more, smacking her head on Big Mac’s belly in the process, the last thing she ever saw a close-up of the penetration point between Mac’s cadaver-cock and Applejack’s throbbing, drooling cunt.

Applejack sighed. Well it wasn’t the best death, but killing somepony from pure emotional damage was certainly something she hadn’t done previously. Also she had finally murdered her entire local family, so now she could store her corpse pile here as well.

As she piled the corpses in the living room, she lamented her inability to take them with her around town, but it would just slow her down too much and cause her to be caught earlier than she wanted. On the plus side, she came up with a great way to start her next killing spree, and grinned to herself as she thought about it. Now where had she stored those timberwolf pheremones...

11. Applejack Lets The Timberwolves Out

The timberwolf pheromones weren’t really meant to be used in the bulk that Applejack intended. Twilight had used it to attract timberwolves into trap for study, or to break into parts for alchemical components. She had given the Apples some of the excess she had, which they used to distract timberwolves if it were necessary. Applejack, of course, had another plan.

Careful to not to get any on herself, she filled up half a dozen water balloons full of the mixture. She also placed a few towels atop a saddle, then poured more of the mixture on them to soak up the scent as well. She could then put the saddle on and would smell very nice to the wolves until she kicked it off. Taking the saddle and the water balloons, she headed towards the edge of the forest.

She passed by Fluttershy’s house on the way, smiling smugly and remembering how it’s previous occupant died. She blinked as a small form moved in front of her, looking down to see what it was.

It was Angel, holding his nose from her stench with one hand and motioning with the other hand. Applejack didn’t understand bunny talk, but could figure out he was asking where Fluttershy was.

“Aw ya miss Flutters do ya?” Applejack smiled, “Here, I’ll take ya to her.”

Applejack casually raised her hoof and slammed it down on Angel’s head, giggling at the adorable chittering he made just before his skull gave way and he was crushed beneath her weight. She licked her hoof clean, then paused a moment to take a piss on his cute little corpse. She always did hate that bunny.

Needless to say, Fluttershy’s other animals backed off very quickly as Applejack continued to the forest. Applejack didn’t need to be there for very long though, a pack of nearby timberwolves were immediately drawn by the scent, and soon Applejack had a pack after her.

It was hard to get a good look at them while running away, but she thought she had a half dozen horny male timberwolves chasing behind her. She could have outran them pretty easily at top speed, but that wasn’t what she wanted. Instead the ran down the path from Fluttershy’s house towards the town, looking out for the first ponies she saw. With this many wolves after her, she hoped it was more than one pony.

It was about ten minutes before she came across any ponies, and a few broke off and gave up, but she still had four persistant timberwolves following her, stiff wooden cocks bouncing beneath them. Applejack grinned as two figures came into view sitting on a bench on the side of the path. Lyra and Bon Bon were there quietly talking to each other, and seeming so lost in each others eyes at the moment that they likely didn’t even see what was running towards them.

Applejack darted right at the soon-to-be-dead mares and suddenly dropped her saddle right in front of them. “What’s up dykes?” Applejack said, not giving them time to respond before the water balloons were kicked at them, aiming one for each of their heads, torsos, and flanks.

“Oh gross what is this?” Lyra squealed as the foul smelling fluid drenched her.

“Long story short… yer gonna get raped,” Applejack answered as she ran towards the nearest tree and started to climb up, “And killed, either by them or by me when they leave. Have fun!”

The two mares blinked at Applejack, then finally turned to see what was coming. A wolf suddenly tackled Bon Bon, literally grabbing her by the head in his mouth and yanking her off the bench and out into the road.

“Bon Bon!” Lyra squealed, darting off the bench and towards her partner only to be grabbed by the tail by another wolf, who shook its head hard, swinging Lyra about and slamming her on the pavement with a crack.

“W-what’s going on?” Bon Bon squealed as the timberwolf released her head only to violently spin her around. It was at that point that she felt something hard and wooden against her behind. “Oh Celestia tell me that is not a…”

But that’s exactly what it was. Bon Bon squealed as she suddenly felt the timberwolf grip her hard in his claws, digging into her flesh as he forced his cock into the soft pony cunt, which might have felt like a real treat compared to what they had to fuck on actual female timberwolves. Not only was the creature quite rough on the entry, but the timbercock was full of splinters, which jabbed into the sensitive walls of her inner tunnel, making sure she had a cunt full of agony by the first few thrusts.

“You’ve made a big mistake, bitch!” Bon Bon screamed at Applejack, “You have no idea who I am! You’ll pay for this!”

“Ah know who ya are, a couple of dykes that were in the wrong place at the wrong time,” Applejack smirks, “And yeah ah prolly will pay for this one day, but not today. Today ah’m gonna masturbate to it.”

Lyra wasn’t having any better time with it, though she wasn’t doing much more than screeching rather than hurling threats, screams only broken as she was thrown against the pavement several more times, as if the wolf was trying to soften up his fuck toy before using it.

Another wolf grabbed Lyra’s leg, and there was a momentary tug-of-war. She was suddenly loosed and allowed to fall to the pavement, only to be crushed between two very horny timberwolves as they seemed to come to an agreement on how they would handle her first of many rapings.

They both sat up on their haunches, Lyra writhing desperately as she felt the two staffs prodding at her behind. Claws gripped around her head and neck, and she was rammed downward, both her hot pussy and tight little ass. Her pussy was at least a bit wet from her lovely moment with Bon Bon before they were interrupted, but her ass was definitely dry, and the splinters now getting stabbed into both holes was agonizing.

“Oh Celestia!” Lyra squealed, “Bon Bon help!” As if Bon Bon was in any condition to save her.

“I’ll save you Ly--!” Bon Bon started to say, only to be cut off as a second timberwolf grabbed hold of her head and she was graced with a muzzle full of a splintery shaft, gagging hard and trying to pull back.

Soon Bon Bon was taking it hard in both ends as a timberwolf spitroast, her body bouncing back and forth as their violent thrusts knocked her about. Her unwilling pussy was drooling blood in no time, her hind legs spasming with each thrust into her. She gagged on the cock being rammed down her throat, then squealed herself as a particularly big splinter shoved up into her muzzle and actually exited right in front of her eyes.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, their claws were fully extended. This might just be a bit kinky if they were plowing another timerwolf, but the claws were slicing into Bon Bon flesh, feeling like nails being hammered into her flanks and shoulders.

The two timberwolves holding Lyra between them bounced her hips back and forth in an enthusiastic game of pelvis pong, ignoring her efforts to kick them as they gripped her shoulders and head. Their claws bit into her flesh as well, sending blood oozing down through her clean fur, but she really squealed when one of the claws slipped into her eye and continued to grip there even as it popped her eye and sunk into the socket. As her blood drooled down the wolves’ thighs and onto the ground, Lyra began to sob uncontrollably, at least from her good eye.

Applejack was practically creaming herself already. The thrill of choosing ponies at random and having them killed for no reason was incredible; every type of murder seemed to have a different feel to it, and she was loving every one of them. Even better, this was basically happening in public, with a very real chance of someone walking down the path to find them, not that she wasn’t used to ponies walking in on her fun by now.

Bon Bon tried her very best to put on a brave face and not cry. She also tried to bite down on the timberwolf ramming himself into her throat, for all the good it did. It just served to make her teeth ache as well as it ground back and forth across them. The wolf instead got more excited from the pressure and doubled his speed into her throat. She started to turn a bit blue, her neck bulging out with each thrust and blood drooling from her muzzle.

The one pounding Bon Bon’s juicy fuck tunnel was the first to blow his load, roaring and arching his back as a thick green slime shot from his cock tip, flooding right up into Bon Bon’s womb and swelling up her gut. The monster cum stung everything it touched, as if it was just a bit acidic, and Bon Bon found herself with cunt full of agony, more drooling down her thighs as well.

Bon Bon actually relaxed her behind for a moment though. After all, she thought, surely now that the ravenous animal had ‘mated’ with her, he would head off. She grunted as it yanked its cunthammer from her pussy, leaving it drooling congealed looking timberwolf cum, and expected it to release her flanks. Instead she felt him grab one of her hind legs, giving her whole body a sudden twist by the one leg, bending it at a grotesque angle in the process and snapping her back leg bone. The cock in her mouth didn’t even hesitate in its thrusting during this, continuing to ram her as she was spun around onto her back.

She cried out from pain, which again the timberwolf in her mouth seemed to enjoy, as his body then shook violently and thick ropes of glowing green slime was pumped down her throat. She felt sick as her belly swelled, the monster cum feeling as if it were writhing within her. He pulled back before finishing, the last splurt spraying right into her eyes, burning into them now and drooling down her face.

Then the wolf at her plot end pulled up her hips by her hind legs, claws digging into each leg in the process, and forced his permanently hard shaft into her tail hole. Soon Bon Bon was getting a crash course in what assrape feels like, again with splinters, and she couldn’t help it, she began to cry uncontrollably, now scared that they really might fuck them to death.

Meanwhile Lyra was still getting rammed down onto the two wooden cocks beneath her, legs in a spasm as she felt her holes seem to stretch wider and wider, her lower body bloating up with each thrust into her. Her rapists went off within a minute of each other as well, the one in her asshole blowing it first, pumping her intestines full of the magical fuck cream and continuing to pack it in deep. The one in her pussy was close behind, her belly bloating up more as her womb was filled with thick crawling wolf cum.

“No no no No NO NO NO!” Lyra suddenly screamed as her still good eye watched one of the claws slipping slowly towards it, and though she tried to push it away, it slipped into her remaining eye as the other one had, the eye bursting into bloody goo and drooled down her face.

She really started to panic at the realization that she would never see again even if she did somehow survive this, though she might have been more neutral about it if she knew what her chances of surviving at all were. If that wasn’t enough though, the wolves yanked her off their cocks only to turn her around and ram her back down, each entering the opposite hole as before. They immediately began thrusting again, packing in the last climax and grinding into her inner walls even as they burn from contact with the monsterous spunk.

Unfortunately for Lyra, the wolf that had just given Bon Bon a mouth full decided that Lyra’s screaming mouth looked quite enticing as well. Her head was grabbed, barely able to squeak before her throat was also being stuffed. Of course this required her whole body to be doubled over and twisted, and Lyra spasmed as her back cracked loudly in several places in the process of getting triple-raped. Unfortunately for her (but fortunately for Applejack), the back breaking didn’t sever Lyra’s nerves, which would have at least dulled the pain.

Bon Bon looked up wearily from where she was being assraped to suddenly realize exactly how bad of condition her marefriend was in, blood drooling from her empty eye sockets as her body was cavorted. Bon Bon attempted to pull away, as if she thought she could still help, trying to kick her own rapist in the face with her good hind leg. This just got the wolf angry roaring at her loudly, grasping the leg and twisting it hard, a series of crackling sounds piercing the air as Bon Bon’s leg was broken at every joint and several places in between.

“I’m sorry Lyra…” Bon Bon sobbed, “I’m sorry I couldn’t help you… I love you…”

Then it seemed for a moment like Bon Bon would be lucky, at least in comparison to Lyra. The wolf in her ass creamed his load, thick sappy gunk splurting out from around the penetration point as she was filled and then overfilled, feeling the burning surge up into her, but then the wolf dropped her on the ground, turning and heading off, apparently sated.

Bon Bon began to drag herself towards Lyra, though who knew what she thought she was going to do when she got there. Her crawl was disturbed though by a growl behind her, and she slowly turned her head to see three new male timberwolves, nasty splintered cocks swinging beneath them, drawn by the horomone smell and wanting a hot hole to fuck. And there was Bon Bon, who conveniently had three holes for them.

“Fuck… shit…” Bon Bon cursed, “This can’t be happening… we can’t die like this! Not like this!”

“Yeah getting’ fucked to death by woodland critters is a pretty humiliatin’ way to go,” Applejack agreed, “But ah’ve came like three times so far, if that makes it any better.”

“Shut up you fucking pyscho!” Bon Bon screeched, even as she was dragged backward by one of her broken legs.

Timberwolves seemed a lot more cooperative with one another than one might expect. One of them grabbed Bon Bon by the head, flopped onto his back, and grasped her about the waist. She gritted her teeth, knowing what was coming, and then convulsed as yet another monster cock was forced into her ravaged cunt. The goop already inside her had burned out her cervix enough that it was easily rammed right though, and the particularly well-endowed wolf rammed right though the back of her womb on the first thrust.

Another came up behind her, grasping her rump with one claw as the other twisted her tail, ripping it off to get it out of the way, then pushing his fresh cock up into Bon Bon’s ass as well. Bon Bon’s sobbing reached a new pitch as her already bleeding, sore asshole was once again rammed full of rape-splinters. “Why are you doing this?!” She blurted out shortly before the third of her new friends rammed his literal wood down her throat, and soon her body was convulsing beautifully as she was raped in all holes.

Lyra’s three holes were pumped full almost simultaneously, her body bloating up grotesquely now as the thick sappy cum filled her up, not leaking out as normal cum would as it stuck to her insides, just filling her more and more. Lyra spasmed hard and vomited a thick glob of blood and timerwolf sperm onto the pavement as the cock in her throat was withdrawn. The pressure in her stretched womb and intestines was relieved only as both burst from their filling, more gunk filling in amidst her organs.

The wolves just twisted her around again, the one that was just in her ass taking her throat instead, cock tasting like shit as if she wasn’t tormented enough already. She one that had been in her throat switched off into her ass, while the one in her ruined pussy didn’t even pull out, he just started fucking her again.

But it looked like Lyra was destined to one-up her best fuck-friend even more as another timberwolf approached the fray. Not finding any holes free for his raging rape-spire, he twisted Lyra about so he could get to her belly, then jammed a claw into her navel, twisting it about to open her up a bit, then grasped hold of her firmly and forced his cock into the wound, splintery shaft now grinding between her organs.

Bon Bon tried to scream for Lyra even as her throat was reamed, but as more splinters jutted out of her neck from the inside, it was doubtful if she would ever speak again. All she could do was stare into the empty eye sockets of her lover one last time. It was unclear who had it worse in that area, Lyra for not knowing what would happen next, or Bon Bon for being able to actually watch her mate brutally torn apart by timberwolf cock.

Bon Bon attempted one last time to push the timberwolves away with her front legs, only to have them grasped and casually jerked from their sockets so that they would hang limp instead, her limbs now swinging about randomly as she was pounded from all sides. Finally she gave in, accepting that there was no way for her to avoid Lyra’s or her own death. She tried to give one last apology from her cock-filled muzzle before just closing her eyes so she didn’t have to watch Lyra die.

Bon Bon felt herself pumped full again, her own womb popping within her from the overfilling of thick, mossy wolf cum, her intestines giving way shortly after and feeling her body bloat out in a grotesque manner as every square inch of her insides felt like it was covered in acidic wolf cum. The last wolf creamed into her stomach until another pain ripped through her as that popped as well, then splattered her face again before finally dropping her body onto the pavement.

Bon Bon felt her body let go, finally just lying on the pavement, though she expected to be raped again at any moment. She wiped the gunk from her eyes, helplessly looking to where Lyra was still getting quadruple-fucked, her body covered in gashes and blood pouring from the hole in her gut. Her hope that Lyra was at least dead and unable to feel this anymore sank when Lyra’s body squirmed once again. Bon Bon sighed, pulling herself over to the rape pile and managing to lean her head against one of Lyra’s forehooves as if to try to comfort her as much as possible.

Lyra groaned as the wolf in her muzzle finished, creaming yet another thick blast of gunk through her exploded stomach and out into her entrails, finding it hard to breathe now from the burning pressure bearing down on her lungs. With her mouth empty, she managed to say, “Bon Bon are … you still alive?… Bon Bon I don’t want you to die please don’t die…” even on the verge of her own death, she was more concerned about the life of her true love, but Bon Bon couldn’t do more than gurgle in response at this point.

Watching lovers forced to die together was a treat; Applejack pondered maybe finding some other couples to torment after this. Now that more sated timberwolves were leaving though, Applejack felt safer slipping down the tree and approaching the feral death-rape.

She chuckled as she grabbed Bon Bon’s head, picking the mangled pony up by it, “Aw don’t wanna watch yer dyke-friend die? Here ah’ll keep ya from havin’ to see it.”

Applejack pulled a knife to Bon Bon’s throat, hoping Bon Bon might freak out at least a little, but her own response was to mouth the word ‘thank you’ and close her eyes, prepared for her now agonizing life to end. Oh well, at least she still had a lovely look of anguish on her face.

Lyra felt around, panicking when her lovers head was pulled away, “Bon Bon…?” she gasped weakly. The only response from Bon Bon though was a spray of blood as Applejack literally bit down on her throat and ripped it out by her teeth. It took Lyra only a moment to realize what the shower of wet warmth was and started screaming like a banshee once again. Her scream was muffled shortly thereafter as Applejack shoved Bon Bon's pussy into Lyra's face to muffle it.

“Sorry little Lyra,” laughed Applejack wetly, “Ah couldn’t keep myself from finishin’ off yer favorite pussy, but go ahead and get one more good lick in on yer dyke friend before ya die. Ah think the wolves will prolly finish you off themselves. You look ready to pop.”

The wolves were also ready to pop, and over the next few minutes they blew it one at a time. First the one in her pussy, bloating her up more, a chunk of wood lodging in her pussy as he withdrew to prevent even a little of the pressure from being relieved through it. The one in her asshole next, but the pressure couldn’t be relieved there either as Applejack helpfully plugged her tailhole with a rock to increase the pressure more.

By this time Lyra was bloated to the point that she was barely recognizable as a pony at all. As the last Timberwolf went off, ramming his own orgasmic bliss directly into her organ sack, she swelled up a touch more, and then let out a terrified squeak shortly before her body literally burst apart, green wolf gunk and body parts splattering all over the pavement, not to mention all over Applejack.

Applejack licked some of the gunk off her hoof and purred. It did sting a bit, but it felt like a good sting.

Most of the wolves had wandered off by this point, save for the one that had most recently been cramming Lyra’s throat, who wandered back as she exploded. He picked up her rear portion, consisting of her plot and hind legs, from the pile of fuck and death, and sat back against a nearby tree as he pulled it into his lap. He pushed himself up into the corpse-cunt for one last go with the sweet-smelling pony, grunting and bouncing her on his cock, his tip visibly emerging from the top as her innards and more gunk sloshed around like thick soup.

Applejack started to sit on Bon Bon’s face to commence with the post-murder cunt-grinding, but paused instead. She turned to the wolf that had unloaded into Lyra’s gut, figuring he might still want to have a go, and turned her rump about to shake it at him. She couldn’t help it; after seeing all that she was curious as to what it felt like.

She didn’t smell as good as Lyra and Bon Bon had to the timberwolf, but he still knew what it meant when a female shook her plot at him, and growled as he moved up behind Applejack. She raised her bottom, spreading her hind legs and bracing herself as the wolf mounted up onto her and rammed himself towards the fresh pussy offered to him.

Appleajck grunted. Most of the splinters had already been left in Lyra’s corpse, but she still got a few as he began rather violently thrusting himself into her. Her being sopping wet certainly helped a bit too, and she soon found that she enjoyed it, even with the wolf’s claws digging into her flanks, feeling blood drool from his grip.

“There ya go stud,” groaned Applejack, “Ya formin’ a likin’ fer pony pussy?” Applejack grinned, wondering if her doing this might incline the wolves to wander back into town when they were horny again in search of more victims. She certainly hoped so, cause she’d count those in her kill count too. It was only fair. She got an image in her head of a pack of wolves suddenly attacking and raping a playground full of foals and laughed.

Applejack slowly crawled towards the wolf using the back end of Lyra’s corpse, letting the wolf pounding her pussy follow along as he continued thrusting. She moved her head over where Lyra’s remaining innards were being stirred up by the necro-rape, and slurped on his cock tip every time it emerged, bouncing back and forth as she let the two animals spit roast her as well.

The wolf didn’t twist her in any particularly painful fashion, perhaps because she was fully cooperating with his rutting of her. Finally her growled and expelled its load of goop into Applejack, her pussy milking and massaging his shaft continually to help his ride his feral climax as long as he could. She ended up exploding over his shaft as well, moaning against the other wolf’s cock. Afterward, the wolf just pulled out of her and casually walked away.

She extended her efforts with the last Timberwolf, rubbing her hooves over him and Lyra’s bottom, rubbing around the penetration point and massaging what she assumed were his balls, though she had little idea how that would even work. He grabbed her head, making her moan as he forced her head down harder, feeling his cock forced down into her throat.

Luckily for her, he was almost finished, and within seconds she was guzzling down his orgasm, swallowing it as quickly as she could to keep from choking on it. When done, he pushed Applejack away and stood up, allowing the contents of Lyra’s rear end tumble out. Apparently more of a ‘gentleman’ than the others, he gave Applejack a lick to the face and even a brief but deep kiss in thanks for the blow job, making her chuckle, then turned to walk away. He didn’t even bother pulling Lyra off his cock, leaving her impaled until she slowly slid off and plopped onto the pavement with a wet squish.

And then it was another job well down; another two innocent ponies murdered so that she could cream herself. On top of that, she could cross bestiality off her list of things to do before she died.

“Oh my Celestia!” came a voice behind her suddenly, “Are you okay!? I saw those… things… having their way with you and ran as fast as I… oh gods is that part of Lyra!? Oh Bon Bon will be deves--- oh wait there's Bon Bon too.”

“Huh?” Applejack turned about, her eyes falling on Octavia, whose chest was heaving from how fast she had sprinted to try to get to them in time, though Applejack had no idea what the prissy musician thought she was going to do if she had gotten there ‘in time’. “Oh hay. Sorry if ah seem off. Getting’ gang-raped by wolves’ll do that to a girl. Ah… don’t suppose you’d help me pull some of these splinters out of mah pussy would ya?”

12. Applejack Jams Out With Her Friends

“Oh dear,” Octavia said in response to Applejack’s request, “Splinters… in your… vagina?” Then Applejack turned around to show Octavia her well-fucked somewhat-bloody cunt, “Oh DEAR! I-I’m sorry, but I’m not sure how to do that.”

“With yer teeth, of course,” Applejack responded.

“My… teeth?” Octavia stammered.

“Come on; ah won’t take it personally,” Applejack assured her.

“Okay, well, if it will help,” Octavia spoke slowly.

Octavia leaned forward very carefully and pushed her nose against Applejack’s pussy, which was a big gaping to the fresh fucking it had received, so Octavia was able to push her muzzle in and feel around with her tongue for splinters. She found the first one and took a few seconds to manage grabbing it between her teeth before pulling it free.

“Yer familiar,” commented Applejack said as Octavia worked, “Weren’t you on stage at the Gala?”

“Um yes,” Octavia said, pushing back in and adding, “I moved here to live with Vinyl.” A bit muffled with her face stuffed into Applejack’s better bits.

“Oh ah know her,” Applejack said, “You two dykes or somethin’?

Octavia yanked another splinter free, then grunted, “Um… we are LESBIANS, yes. Though I’m surprised that one of the ‘Elements of Harmony’ would be homophobic.” All the same, the pushed her muzzle back in to fish for more splinters.

“Oh ah ain’t,” Applejack chuckled, “In fact me and Rainbow Dash are pretty regularly givin’ each other a good lickin’ these days. Ah’ve Ah think mah condition has left me… a bit blunter than usual.”

“A good… licking…” Octavia blinked, “Yes, it seems that it has left you… blunt.”

“So Vinyl’s mute right?” asked Applejack, “So can she scream?”

“Um, excuse me?” Octavia hesitated. She had surely started to think Applejack was a perv by this point; if only she knew what Applejack had actually meant by ‘scream’. “I’m going to let that slide, as you’re clearly delirious from this horrible experience.” She tried to change the subject, “Ugh… you’re full of… slime… it stings.”

Applejack let the question go, figuring she’d find out if Vinyl could scream later. “Yeah timberwolf jizz is acidic, it seems,” she casually agreed, “Getting’ a cunt full isn’t exactly tha most comfortable way ta learn that.”

“I would imagine,” Octavia yanked another free, “I’m … sorry you had to go through that… and Lyra and Bon… I just met them yesterday.” After nearly dozen splinters, Octavia seemed to have gotten out all she could find. “I think I got all the thorns out of your… vagina.”

“Yeah they died screamin’,” Applejack said, “Was pretty awes- ah mean was pretty horrifyin’.” She hmmmed, “Could ya fish around one more time, deep as ya kin, just to be sure?”

Octavia quirked an eyebrow, but nodded slowly and did her best, unable to see how Applejack was rolling her eyes back and drooling a bit at Octavia’s muzzle stuffed inside her cunt. Octavia kept it up for a few more minutes, much to Applejack’s delight, but finally pulled back.

“I couldn’t find any more,” said Octavia, “We really need to get you to the hospital though… not to mention alert the authorities to this… tragedy.”

“Well fer one thing lets scrape these poor bitc--- er mares off the pavement,” suggested Applejack,

“Um… sure,” Octavia said, looking over the horror one more time before she finally started to cry. “I-I was pulling a cart that I left over there, it’s empty now so I guess we could… put them in that. Poor things…”

“Oh don’t go cryin’,” Applejack hugged Octavia comfortingly, and Octavia somewhat reluctantly returned it, as if something about Applejack was bothering her that she couldn’t quite put her hoof on.

Octavia was hardly one for manual labor, much less scraping corpses full of magical glowing cum off the pavement. She had to stop twice during the process to run aside and vomit, and couldn’t stop crying throughout the process.

“Yeah they were already pretty banged up when ah found em,” Applejack found pleasure in telling her the story, even if she couldn’t go into how she was the cause of it yet, “There were over half a dozen wolves… BonBon was getting three at once at one point, one in every hole, and Lyra actually took four; one stabbed her in the gut and just rammed it in there.” Applejack was sopping wet from telling this story, but it wasn’t very apparent with the green goop also drooling from her cunt, and it wasn’t like Octavia was checking to see.

“Oh my stars…” Octavia was duly horrified.

“Yeah then ah bit BonBon’s throat out and she bled to death all over Lyra,” Applejack realized she slipped up a bit there, but figured Octavia would think that she had meant to say a wolf bit BonBon’s throat out, which she did, “Then Lyra well… pretty much just exploded from getting stuffed full of too much monster cum. They didn’t even stop when she was dead!”

“Yes I… saw that last bit” Octavia sounded like she was going to vomit again, “Let’s… not talk about this, I hate making you recall it after all.”

They managed to get the whole mess into the cart, both the corpses and the gunk, then Applejack patted Octavia.

“Look darlin’,” said Applejack, “Yer obviously… well not doin’ well with this. Why don’t ya head home. Ah’ll cart this back to the um… authorities, and drop by the hospital mahself, then ah’ll head over to Vinyl’s and yer place right after. Ah kin bring the… authorities then if they want to questiona you too.”

“Okay,” sighed Octavia, “I’m sorry. I’m ashamed that I’m not even dealing with this as good as you are, after all you’ve been through too. Are you sure you don’t want me to pull the cart for you?”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” Applejack assured her, “Ah’ll be in touch with ya soon… should Vinyl be around as well?”

“Um yes,” Octavia said, “She should be home all day, in fact she might be a bit worried at me not having returned yet.”

“Good,” said Applejack, “Ah think ah’ll wanna mu… talk to ya both.” She really had to stop almost slipping up like that.

Octavia nodded one more time, before hanging her head and heading towards her home. Applejack grinned to herself, admiring Octavia’s sleek pussy as the mare walked away. Soon it would be just another corpse-cunt in the pile.

Applejack latched herself to the cart, dragging her job-well-done back to the farmhouse, then dragging the dead cunt-lickers into the raunchy smelling living room with the other bodies. Not wanting them to feel left out, she took a bit to rub her cunt on Lyra and BonBon’s faces before leaving them there.

Applejack washed her cunt out with a hose before guzzling down at least a gallon of corpse-flavored water, as the gunk in her cunt and down her throat was beginning to sting a bit much. She left back towards Octavia, pulling the now empty cart with her. Sure Octavia wouldn’t need her cart after today, but it would still come in handy when carting their corpses back to the pile.

Applejack quirked an eyebrow as she approached Vinyl’s house. It seemed to have been through a bit of a redesign, have themed to Octavia and the other to Vinyl. It was an interesting setup, and if it was the same inside, it would probably look pretty neat with their blood splattered everywhere. Applejack pulled the cart around the house to leave it in the backyard, right next to the back door so she could easily tote the bodies to it, then walked back around to the front door and knocked.

Octavia opened the door, Vinyl standing a few feet behind her. Indeed, the inside was decorated similarly to the outside. They’d certainly gone above and beyond to make themselves the perfect little fuck shack for all their hot lesbian activities. It was actually rather sweet, and brought a smile to Applejack’s face, as she knew the closer they were, the more they’d suffer by watching each other suffer.

“Oh Applejack,” Octavia said, “I didn’t expect you to be here so quickly. Y-you’re still covered in Lyra and BonBon’s blood… didn’t they clean you up?”

Vinyl just stared at Applejack with her muzzle hanging open. No doubt Octavia had told her all about the experience, but she hadn’t been prepared to see Applejack like that. She started to put one hoof on her muzzle due to Applejack’s stench, but put it back down, perhaps she didn’t want to make poor, scarred Applejack feel any worse.

Vinyl tapped Octavia on the shoulder, then shrugged and tilted her head when Octavia looked back at her. They seemed to have quite the good wordless communication going, as Octavia turned back to Applejack and asked, “Are the police not with you?”

“They’ll be here eventually.” Applejack said, “Uh, ah know ah don’t smell great right now, but do ya think ah kin come in? Sorta… something private ah wanna do to--- err say to ya.”

“Of course,” Octavia stepped out of her way, allowing her to trot in and closing the door behind her, locking it out of habit, unknowingly shutting her and her partner in with a psycho. “Do you want something to drink? Um… or maybe a bath?” Octavia was being nice about it, but clearly her smell was becoming an issue for her. It amused Applejack.

Though a bath didn’t sound like that bad of an idea at this point. On one hoof, Applejack did like being covered in the blood of her victims, but on the other hoof, it had reached the point where she couldn’t feel the blood spatter of new victims due to the layer of gore already coating her. Besides, this could be a fun way to mess with them just a little bit.

“Actually… yeah, “ Applejack answered, “Real sorry about the smell but uh… could ya maybe help wash me? Ah’m sorta… beat.”

“Of course,” Octavia nodded, reluctantly putting a hoof on Applejack’s shoulder as if to comfort her, then led her back into the house towards their bathroom, “You’ve been through so much, I only wish there was more we could do.”

Vinyl remained silent as usual, though she did reach over and pat Applejack as well when the bloody pony passed her. She then followed the other two into the bathroom. Applejack couldn’t help but wonder if Vinyl might get a little jealous when Octavia was washing off another mare. She’d have to see what she could do to tweak the DJ.

Applejack knelled inside the bathtub, sitting on her belly and letting her legs splay out as much as they could in the tub. Octavia ran the tub full, mixing in soap which made it bubble up nicely around Applejack. Octavia glanced over at Vinyl, who was still standing behind her, and perhaps herself realized Vinyl might be iffy about her bathing another mare.

“Vinyl sweetie,” Octavia offered, “Did you want to help?”

Vinyl moved to the side of the tub as well, her standing near Applejack’s head end and Octavia at her plot end. Together, the two soaped up some wash clothes and began to scrub Applejack down. There was so much gore layered on her, they actually had to drain the tub twice and refill it after the water got too filthy to clean her further.

“Some of this blood is… dried on,” Octavia muttered, clearly a bit confused at that point.

“Huh?” Applejack shrugged, “Ah think that’s due to exposure to that green magic stuff the wolves came out. Ah dun understand it that much, but ah know magic can be weird.”

“I suppose so,” Octavia answered. “Roll over, if you will.”

Applejack did as she was asked, splaying out her legs, giving them a nice view of her cunt in the process. Applejack did notice that Vinyl’s face hardened just a bit when Octavia gently scrubbed Applejack about her cunt and tail hole, but softened again when she moved on. Hm, that wouldn’t do.

“Hate ta ask ya this,” Applejack told Octavia, “But uh, could ya clean out mah ass n cunt a bit, Octy?”

“Oh, of course,” Octavia bit her lip a bit, “I will clean out your um… anus and vagina.”

Vinyl quirked an eyebrow at Applejack giving Octavia an affectionate nickname, and her hooves started to quiver a bit while washing out Applejack’s mane, more and more, her eyes continuing to dart over to where Octavia was scrubbing firmly between Applejack’s hind legs, Octavia twisted the wash cloth a bit so it was a bit stiffer, and gently pushed it into Applejack’s pussy, turning it about and sliding it out and into her for a minute or so to clean her out there.

Octavia was blushing up a storm, trying to concentrate on her work in as ‘unpersonal’ a way as she could, not looking up to Applejack’s face. Vinyl however, could see Applejack roll her eyes back and start panting, Applejack exaggerating how good it felt when she realized Vinyl was watching her face. Amusingly, Vinyl started to clench her teeth, and when Applejack looked directly into Vinyl’s eyes, the mare actually glared back at her.

Vinyl caught herself glaring at poor, traumatized Applejack, and softened her expression, until Applejack looked up at her, slipping out her tongue and wiggling it around in a way that could only be construed as flirting. Vinyl stared back at her in disbelief.

“That’s enough up mah cunt now, sweetie,” Applejack told Octavia, “How bout mah butt now?”

Octavia was too embarrassed to answer, but nodded slowly without looking down at Applejack’s face, pulling the clothe out and doing the same with Applejack’s tighter tail hole, taking a bit more effort to push the clothe into her.

The word ‘sweetie’ being used at Vinyl’s mate seemed to almost physically hurt Vinyl, and she very pointedly glared at Applejack now without hiding her feelings. That was a ‘stay away from my woman’ glare if Applejack had ever seen one. In response, Applejack licked her lips at Vinyl again, nodded her head towards Octavia, then mouthed the words ‘Should I take her somewhere alone with me, or did you wanna watch me fuck her?’ to Vinyl.

For a moment Applejack wondered how well Vinyl could read lips, but when Vinyl actually ripped the wash cloth she was using into two, face twitching so hard that her sunglasses fell off her face and rattled to the floor, Applejack quickly determined that she could read lips quite well. Vinyl reached over to take hold of Octavia’s hoof as Octavia pushed the washcloth into Applejack’s tail hole, yanking Octavia’s hoof and the wash cloth back and actually growling a bit.

Octavia looked at Vinyl, and was clearly confused at how angry her lover was looking at her. “V-vinyl… it’s not like that! I was only cleaning her!”

Vinyl wasn’t too rough, but did put a hoof on Octavia’s chest and firmly push until she backed away from the tub. She then took the wash cloth from Octavia and tossed it into the tub with Applejack, looking at Applejack with pure hatred now and clearly telling her to wash her own fucking self. Of course now that Octavia was looking at her too, Applejack just gave a confused look as if she had no idea why Vinyl had reacted like that.

Applejack could only imagine how frustrated Vinyl must be at the moment that she couldn’t immediately just tell Octavia what Applejack had done, even more so when Octavia gave Vinyl a cross expression.

“I can’t believe you Vinyl!” Octavia stammered, “This poor filly has been through a horrible trauma! And you’re… jealous? At a time like this?” She shook her head, clearly not wanting to argue further in front of their poor guest, “J-just… leave us. Go play with your spinning record thingies for a bit or something. We’ll talk about this later. For now I’m going to finish cleaning her up.”

Octavia was faced away from Applejack, Vinyl looking both at her and around her at Applejack, clenching her teeth. Vinyl shook her head a bit, then pointed out of the bathroom, probably wanting Octavia to come with her to a place where she could write down what she wanted to say to Octavia.

“I said,” Octavia reiterated, “You and I will talk LATER.”

When Vinyl glanced over at her again, Applejack mouthed the words ‘She ate me out earlier.’ It wasn’t technically a lie, and Applejack’s reputation as the Element of Honesty still proceeded her enough that Vinyl seemed to at least take her claim seriously. Applejack added, ‘Close the door tight when you leave so I can fuck her.’

Vinyl grunted and again pointed outside, her whole body shaking violently in rage. Octavia wasn’t buying it.

“Vinyl what has gotten into you?” Octavia shook her head. “I said THIS. IS. NOT. THE. TIME. for this sort of thing. Now go out there and close the door so I can attend to this poor filly.” When Vinyl didn’t budge, Octavia repeated, “Get! Out! Vinyl!”

Vinyl finally huffed, turning and walking out of the bathroom, slamming the door as hard as she can with both hind legs. A moment later, they could hear a crash as Vinyl took out her frustration on some inanimate object.

“Oh Celestia help me…” Octavia shook her head, turning to Applejack again, who once again adopted a confused expression as if she didn’t know what was going on. “I’m so sorry Applejack. She isn’t normally like this, I swear!”

“It’s fine,” Applejack assured her, “Ah know some mares can be…. possessive of their mates. Rainbow is similar actually… eh… though she’s never done that.”

Octavia huffed, exasperated, “No really, she’s never done anything like this at all. I’m so sorry.”

Octavia’s face was red both with frustration and embarrassment now, as she returned to the tub and got very quiet. She went about the task of pushing the wash cloth into Applejack’s behind again, if a bit more stiffly than before.

Applejack looked at the door. She saw the doorknob shift a bit as if Vinyl was seriously considering opening it. She could see Vinyl’s shadow beneath the door as she turned to the side, and the door shifted just a bit as if Vinyl was leaning against it, maybe trying to hear what was going on inside.

Applejack grinned inwardly, then moaned out loud, loud enough that Vinyl would have heard it. Octavia looked at her, confused at this, but Applejack just looked back apologetically.

“Sorry,” Applejack explained, “Havin’ back spasms, they kinda hurt, I’ll need to get them looked at later.

“Oh, okay…” Octavia went back to work. When Applejack moaned twice more, a bit louder than before, she stopped again and looked at her with confusion.

“Sorry,” Applejack apologized again, “Ah think ya jabbed something. Plenty sure there’s another splinter up in mah anus there. Ah don’t suppose ya might be willin’ to… again nothin’ personal it just… sorta hurts bad.”

“R-right,” Octavia nodded.

Octavia looked back at the door, clearly worried that Vinyl might open it and come to the wrong conclusion. She trotted over and locked the door with a click, then returned to Applejack and the tub. Octavia didn’t notice it, but Applejack could see Vinyl’s shadow under the door begin to shake violently again when she heard her lover lock the door.

Octavia sighed, making a face as she lowered her head, raised it again, then hesitated. Applejack gave her another apologetic look, spreading her legs and flexing her behind up a bit to make it an easier reach.

“Sorry I’m… I’ve never licked someone… there.” Octavia explained.

“Yeah not mah favorite place to have mah muzzle either but…” Applejack signed, “Nevermind, ah kin take the pain til ah get back to the hospital.”

“N-no,” Octavia said a bit guiltily, “It’s fine, I’ll take care of it.”

Octavia leaned her head down, pushing her muzzle against Applejack’s anus, spreading her hips slowly so that she could gently push her muzzle in and fish her tongue around. Applejack glanced at the door as Octavia did this, grinning as she saw the doorknob shift about as if someone was trying to discreetly pick the lock on the other side.

The lock popped back to the unlocked position, then the door sloooowly opened as Vinyl cautiously peaked inside. What she saw practically made steam come out of her ears. There was Applejack, leaning back in the tub, eyes rolled back and tongue lolling out one side of her muzzle, her upper body undulating slightly, looking as if she must have been rather enthusiastically rolling her hips. Worse, Octavia had her head down in the tub right where Applejack’s crotch would be, and the room was full of the loud, wet sounds that could have only been made by a muzzle and tongue getting forced in and out of a wet hole. Applejack saw Vinyl out of the corner of her eye, but pretended not to notice her.

“Phew,” Applejack panted, “Ah gotta say, ain’t never been eat out like this. Maybe me and you should come up with an excuse fer you ta spend tha night with me tonight, hmm sweetie? Maybe ah’m ‘too traumatized’ ta be alone er somethin. Besides, no sense in you havin’ ta sleep in tha same bed as that mute bitch another night.” Applejack then blatantly reached a hoof out and slide it under Octavia’s tail to firmly rub at her sleek little pussy. “Get in this tub, ya little cunt-slut, ah wanna taste that sweet pussy a yers agin. Let that dumb cunt mope outside while we fuck up a storm in here” She chuckled, “Besides gettin’ it on in yer soon-ta-be-ex’s house is sorta kinky.”

“Huh?” Octavia raised her head and looked at Applejack, muzzle dripping wet and quirking an eyebrow at the other mare’s rather confusing and sudden words and actions. She didn’t have any time to fuss before she spotted Vinyl out of the corner of her own eye and looked over at her, eyes wide, “V-vinyl! This isn’t what it looks like I swear!”

“Aw come on,” Applejack shook her head and looked at Vinyl hatefully, “You ain’t gotta lie, sweetie, ya would have had to tell her eventually anyway. And ya sure don’t gotta put up with that mute bitch anymore either. Get yer stuff together, there’s plenty of room fer you at tha farm.” She chuckled darkly, “Come on Octy, gonna fuck you so hard tonight, you’ll never put another thought to this slut.”

“W-WHAT?” Octavia shrieked, looking back at Applejack again, now herself shaking violently in confusion. She turned around to speak to Vinyl again and try to deny it, but before she could say anything else she was met with Vinyl’s fore hoof slapping her angrily across her wet face.

Vinyl turned and stomped out of the bathroom, and Octavia looked back at Applejack.

“Applejack why?!” Octavia blurted out, “Why would you do this?!”

Applejack couldn’t answer, she was laughing too hard at that point, and before she could regain her composure enough to taunt Octavia further, another loud crash came from outside. Octavia looked out the door and shrieked, “Vinyl no!”

Applejack grinned, sliding out of the tub, not even bothering to dry off, just walking out into the house again dripping wet. She chuckled again as she came into the living room and found Vinyl had literally broken Octavia’s trademark chello in half, and was in the process of kicking and stomping several other expensive looking string instruments into little bits.

Octavia shrieked, tears rolling down her eyes as she tried to pull a violin, the last of her instruments still intact, away from Vinyl. “Vinyl I swear I don’t know what is going on! I swear to Celestia I never ate her out!” She stammered, “I mean not really, I mean it was only to help her!” Well that was awkwardly put, and definitely wouldn’t help her case.

Applejack watched the fire in Vinyl’s eyes rise until they were quite literally glowing with energy. Rather than just breaking the violin, she raised it over her head and smacked Octavia in the face with it. She didn’t stop there either, she ran around to Octavia’s other end and quite literally cunt-punted her several times until she collapsed. She then kicked her over onto her back, pinned her down, and began to beat her repeatedly about the head with the violin.

The violin shattered into pieces, at which point Vinyl literally crammed the last bit of the handle into Octavia’s mouth, which she was certain was a slutty little whore’s mouth that deserved this. By the time Octavia had gagged and yanked the piece out of her mouth, blood drooling down the side of her mouth, Vinyl was beating her with half of the chello that she had broken before.

“Vinyl you’re hurting me!” Octavia begged, “Vinyl I didn’t cheat on you I swear I wouldn’t! Vinyl you’re really hurting me! Vinyl if you’re not careful you could really hurt me…. VINYL YOU’RE GOING TO KILL ME!”

At those words, Vinyl looked down at Octavia’s bruised and swollen face, glaring down at her. For a moment, Applejack thought she might have come back to her senses, but instead she just nodded coldly to Octavia’s last statement, before she grabbed one of her own speakers that were nearby, a heavy looking one at that, which in her rage she managed to pick up high and slam it down onto Octavia’s face.

“Well what do ya know,” Applejack chuckled, “So this is what they mean when they say ‘crime of passion’ huh.”

Octavia shrieked as her muzzle was broken and quite literally collapsed under the weight of the speaker, gagging on her own blood as Vinyl brought the speaker up again. “No Vinyl! No I love you don’t kill me! Oh fuck YOU DON’T HAVE TO KILL ME VINYL JUST LET ME EXP-“ Her gurgled words were once again cut off again when Vinyl slammed the heavy speaker down onto her face again.

Octavia started to sob as Vinyl pulled the speaker up again, fear and confusion filling her blackened eyes, shaking violently as blood poured from her muzzle, barely able to gurgle the words, “Vinyl I love you… I always will…”

But Octavia’s insistence that she loved Vinyl only made the enraged DJ even angrier, as if she thought Octavia was mocking her even with her dying breath. Octavia started to speak again, but felt the angry unicorn’s magic clenching around her throat, squeezing the air out of her. Octavia reached her front hooves up, but instead of pushing Vinyl away she tried to pull her lover close, attempting to kiss her in a desperate attempt to show her that she was still loved.

“Even… if you… murder me….” Octavia gagged, “My love… for you… will never die…”

Vinyl squeezed her throat harder, spitting in Octavia’s face at the attempt to kiss. Octavia didn’t even blink when the spit splattered on her already swollen eyes, as if she didn’t even care anymore. She didn’t want to live any longer if her future was to be apart from the only mare she had ever loved. Octavia’s eyes rolled back, looking up into the face of her true love, but Vinyl only returned pure hatred. Vinyl had loved Octavia, and even did love Octavia, but that only made her more and more angry after having ‘caught’ Octavia enthusiastically eating out another mare, in her own home and knowing she was there, no less.

Vinyl began to smile just a bit as Octavia’s face turned blue, her body weakening until her front hooves finally fell limp away from Vinyl’s face. Vinyl’s muteness had really caused her to develop and expressive face, and that was a ‘I’m going to enjoy watching you die, slut’ face if Applejack had ever seen one.

Applejack was torn. On one hoof, she had been looking forward to killing them both herself, but on the other hoof, causing one of them to kill the other really was a treat. She thought seriously about intervening, at least until it struck her how awesome it will be to tell Vinyl the truth after she has already murdered Octavia. Yeah, she should let her finish.

Applejack moved up behind Vinyl. The angry unicorn couldn’t even see Applejack, her pure rage having given her tunnel vision as she stared into her ex-lover’s eyes and waited, anticipating her death. Applejack even noticed that Vinyl’s pussy was rather hot, juice drooling down her flexed thighs, seeming to be unconsciously getting off on the thrill of murdering her one true love.

Octavia could see Applejack though. Applejack winked at her, then spread out her hind legs and sat back on her haunches so that Octavia could watch her enthusiastically masturbate to the sight of Vinyl snuffing her out. Applejack silently mouthed the words to Octavia, ‘I’ll tell her the truth when you’re dead. Then I’ll murder her in cold blood.’

Octavia could definitely read lips too, because when she saw Applejack mouth that, she was suddenly full of one last surge of energy, clawing at her own throat with her hooves and desperately trying to warn Vinyl. She mouthed to Vinyl, ‘Vinyl she’s going to kill you!’ ‘Vinyl stop! Applejack lied and is going to kill you!’ ‘Look at my mouth! Applejack is going to kill you!’ It was no used though; Vinyl was only looking directly into Octavia’s eyes, wanting to savor the sight of the life fading from them. Octavia squirmed desperately, her eyes darting back over to Applejack, silently begging for Vinyl’s life even as her neck completely gave way to Vinyl’s strangulation, literally collapsing under the pressure of Vinyl’s enraged magic. Her muzzle filled with blood, drooling out the side of her mouth as her eyes began to slowly roll back further into her head.

Vinyl’s only response to the realization that she had crushed Octavia’s throat was to bear both her forehooves down on her neck to crush it further. She leaned down, eyes inches from Octavia’s, glaring hatefully into them still. The last thing Octavia saw was Vinyl’s muzzle mouthing ‘I fucking hate you bitch’ before her life faded and her body convulsed as it was rocked by her deathgasm.

Vinyl was literally salivating over her fresh kill now, not snapping out of it until Octavia urinated herself in death, the fluid splattering up against Vinyl’s belly in the process. Vinyl suddenly backed away, looking down at her dead mate with wide eyes, then looking at her own front hooves, covered with Octavia’s blood. The full realization of what she had done finally hit her, her rage turning into anguish, and letting out a blood curling scream that rattled the windows and sent a nearby music stand tumbling to the floor. It wasn’t a normal scream, it sounded more like an animal squealing as it was sucked into a meat grinder.

“Well,” chuckled Applejack from behind her, “Ah guess ya can scream.”

Vinyl turned to see Applejack, her eyes turning to pure rage once again. Applejack realized that she might be in a little trouble as she felt Vinyl’s magic slowly start to clench around her neck as well.

“Octavia was tellin’ ya the truth ya know,” Applejack spoke quickly, “Ah tricked her into leanin’ her head into the tub by claiming she had to pull a splinter out with her teeth, poor gullible girl, and I made up a bunch of shit on the fly when ah saw ya slip into the bathroom.”

Luckily for Applejack, less luckily for Vinyl, the words worked well enough to cause Vinyl’s magic to fade as she suddenly just stared into space.

“That’s right,” continued Applejack, “Octavia was tellin’ you tha truth. She never had any interest in me nor me in her, ah just wanted ta see how riled up ah could get you. And boy howdy did it work!”

Vinyl stared at Applejack, slowly shaking her head. One could practically see her mind breaking by looking into her twitching eyes. Applejack walked closer until her face was barely an inch from Vinyl’s.

“That’s right,” Applejack said, “You just brutally murdered a mare that loved you more than anything else. The last thing she ever saw was the hatred in the eyes of tha only mare she loved as the life was squeezed out of her.” She chuckled, “At the end she was tryin’ ta warn you too. Octavia could see me hoofin’ mahself like crazy to the sight of you killin’ her, and tried to mouth a warning to ya… but you were too interested in her eyes. Really wanted to watch the life drain from them, didn’t ya.” She lowered her voice to a whisper, “What was her last words agin? ‘Even if ya murder me, mah love fer you will never die’ Yep, that was her last words before you crushed her throat.”

Vinyl let out another feral scream, maybe even louder than the first one, tears streaming down her face, and turned to rush back to Octavia’s corpse. Sobbing, she took Octavia by the shoulders and shook her as hard as she could, panicked whimpering filling the room as she shook her harder and harder, as if it would somehow rouse her from her murdered state. Her eyes stared into Octavia’s wide opened eyes, then down to her crushed throat, which Vinyl had collapsed herself, and she wailed again, leaning over her, pressing her face against Octavia’s, her tears dripping down to mix with the tears still in Octavia’s freshly-dead eyes.

“Oops,” Applejack chuckled, “Well it’s not like she’d be puttin’ out fer you fer a good long while after that stunt, even if she was still alive.”

Vinyl slowly turned back to Applejack, the hardest death glare in her eyes that Applejack had ever seen. Oops, Applejack had lost herself in the fun and forgot she was dealing with a unicorn that could and would crush a pony’s throat with a thought.

Applejack rushed Vinyl as quickly as possible, stopping just short of her, freezing in mid-air as Vinyl’s magic grasped her. Oh fuck. Applejack knew she was literally seconds from being bent into a pretzel via unicorn magic. Luckily there were still a few speakers stacked nearby, and she reached quickly out to pull them down. Applejack felt her whole body twisted as if Vinyl was going to wring her out like a washcloth, and was literally less than a second from her back snapping when the magic released her suddenly, the speaker coming down on Vinyl’s head.

Vinyl’s head hit the floor hard, but Applejack knew she would only be dazed for a moment. Applejack also knew that the magic surges that a unicorn could manage when enraged were truly a thing to be feared. Applejack turned about and bucked hard, smashing both hind hooves into Vinyl’s face as she pulled herself back up, sending Vinyl flying across the room and smacking hard against the wall.

Applejack started to relax, until she realized Vinyl was getting back up awfully quickly, her rage making her numb to the throbbing pain in her head. Knowing she’d probably be ripped limb from limb in the time it took her to get across the room to kick Vinyl again, Applejack looked about the room, actually panicked herself at this point. She ran over to Octavia’s corpse instead, bucking her head so hard that it snapped off Octavia’s body and went hurling to Vinyl.

Vinyl shrieked once again at the sight of her dead lover’s head being used like a football, then even louder when she caught the head in her forehooves and stared down into Octavia’s eyes once again. This was the distraction that Applejack needed, and she rushed Vinyl once again, grasping Vinyl about the head in her hind legs, smashing her sopping wet pussy against Vinyl’s face in the process, and suplexed the unicorn into the floor head first. She then bucked Vinyl’s head again, sending her against the wall next to them again, then kicked several more times, one leg and then the other, slamming Vinyl’s head against the wall with each kick, breaking her muzzle just as Vinyl had broke Octavia’s, and turning her face into a bloody swollen mess.

As she repeatedly kicked her opponent, Applejack came herself, the fresh thrill of being in a real fight-to-the-death with her victim enough to send spasms through her, the threat to her own life seeming to arouse her as much if not even more than the threat to somepony else’s. Vinyl got a face full of Applejack’s cunt sap as her eyes rolled back and she tumbled to the floor, lying still.

Applejack panicked again, this time because she thought she had killed Vinyl earlier than she wanted. She turned Vinyl over onto her back and worriedly put her head to Vinyl’s chest, then breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Vinyl’s heart still rapidly thumping in her chest.

“Phew, that was exhilaratin’’” Applejack admitted to herself, panting, as she pulled Vinyl’s head up to her, giving the unconscious unicorn a deep, hot French kiss, “Thanks fer that experience, sugar cube. Gotta do that more often. Anyway, gotta take care of this…”

Applejack dragged Vinyl’s body over, bracing the unicorn’s head against the wall in such a way that allowed her to aim well, holding her still with one hind leg as the other very carefully kicked squarely against her horn. About half a dozen kicks later, Vinyl’s horn began to crack, then another few caused it to finally break free and tumble across the floor.

“Ah guess sometimes tha prey bites back,” Applejack said to Octavia’s head, which for some reason felt more normal than just talking to herself, “Ya know; ah sat and watched Spike learn that same lesson, so ah guess ah really had no excuse to come that close to bitin’ it.” She stroked Octavia’s cheek, “Ah guess ah owe you an apology, came so close to not bein’ able ta murder yer true love, and you woulda had ta wait even longer fer her ta join you.” She chuckled, “Oh what ah wouldn’t pay ta be able to see the scoldin’ she’ll get from you in the afterlife when she shows up a few hours after you. Hmmm, unless she goes to tha other place fer killin’ you. That’s kinda a hot thought actually, you never bein’ able ta see her again and spending tha rest of eternity knowin that she was somewhere getting’ boiled, with me getting’ boiled right next to her and laughin’ mah ass off. Ah guess even Heaven can be torment in some cases.”

Though sadly the feeling of safety that resulted from dispatching Vinyl’s magic made her ever so slightly less aroused, she proceeded to drag Vinyl back over to the shards of wood that were once Octavia’s instrument collection. She tied Vinyl’s front hooves behind her back with an instrument string, not that Applejack was musically inclined enough to know which instrument it came from. She used piece of the chello’s handle to bar Vinyl’s hind legs apart, then tied each end of it to each hoof to use it as a spreader bar. Finally Vinyl was tied about the neck to the turntable behind her. Applejack pulled an end table over, pushing it in front of Vinyl and placing Octavia’s severed head atop it so that the first thing Vinyl would see when she awoke was the despair in the eyes of her one true love that she had so brutally murdered.

Knowing Vinyl would be out for a while after that flurry of kicks, Applejack scrounged through their house to see what they had. Nothing good to eat, that was for sure. Applejack found a half-full jug of lemonade, bringing it back out into the living room. She wiped up some of Octavia’s death piss with a cloth, as well as the tears and blood off both Octavia’s and Vinyl’s faces, then squeezed out the mixture into the jug as well. She turned Octavia’s body upside down and drained a little of the congealing blood into the jug as well, then pondered for a moment longer before topping it off with her own piss and giving it a good shake.

Applejack dragged Octavia over next to where Vinyl was restrained, straddling her and idly rubbing her pussy firmly against Octavia’s, enjoying the firmness of Octavia’s slowly stiffening cunt lips against her own. She relaxed like this, every now and then leaning down to tear a chunk of flesh from around Octavia’s severed neck, washing it down with the lemonaid mix. Once she was full, she turned Octavia around and ground herself against her neck, pushing the severed tip of Octavia’s spine up into her, which managed to penetrate her sopping wet cunt a few inches, then idly fucked herself on the corpse as she patiently waited for Vinyl to awake.

Applejack grinned when Vinyl finally started to come to. A look of pain immediately twisted Vinyl’s face as she awoke to a horrible pounding in her head, the wriggled to find herself quite well restrained. She batted her eyes full opened, staring directly into Octavia’s, then shifting her eyes to Applejack. She growled deep in her throat, the glow of magic dancing over her head for an instance before the act of attempting magic with a broken horn sent an even more agonizing pain burning through her head.

The realization that she could no longer crush Applejack with her thoughts sunk in, so she looked back into Octavia’s eyes. Vinyl started crying again, mouthing the words ‘I’m so sorry’ to Octavia before breaking down completely, literally sobbing like an infant, her whole shaking at the emotional exertion that wrecked her body.

“Oh that is so sweet,” Applejack purred, “Not sweet in tha traditional sense, more in tha ‘it makes mah cunt wet’ sense. Ah’d rub mah cunt in yer face fer emphasis, but it’s stuff full of Octy’s spine right now. Phew, even as a corpse, yer lady is one hot little slut ya know.”

Applejack knew Vinyl heard her even if she made no attempt to answer, because she more Applejack spoke, the higher pitch Vinyl managed to make with her infantile weeping. She started to twitch her hips faster against Octavia’s corpse as she continued.

“Whoa though,” Applejack panted, “It’s a bit ironic; who woulda thought some mute bitch would be able ta out-scream all mah other victims.” Applejack moved closer to Vinyl, snuggling up next to her mockingly, sliding her fore hoof down Vinyl’s chest and belly, moving to firmly rub into her soft cunt. She was actually very gentle; it probably would have been pleasurable to Vinyl if it wasn’t Applejack doing it, “Ya can’t fool me though, Scratchy. Ah was sitting behind ya as you squeezed tha life outta yer hot little… well now yer cold little mate. Ah saw how fuckin’ drenched yer cunt was when you were atop her, feelin’ her writhe and convulse under you. So did ya cum yerself as she died? Ah didn’t get a close look, too busy hoofin’ mahself, so ah missed if ya did.”

Vinyl wailed as if trying to drown out Applejack, but went hoarse and finally her noises began to die down from her exhaustion. Applejack put her front hoof against Vinyl’s face, the one that wasn’t busy masturbating Vinyl at least, and slowly pulled her face to look into her eyes.

“Fact is ah envy ya, Scratchy,” Applejack admitted, “You and her had tha relationship ah only wish ah had with Rainbow Dash. Alas… Rainbow was half dead before ah finally confessed mah love to her.” She sighed “Ah mean ah fuck Rainbow’s corpse, but it just ain’t tha same, ya know?” She started to rub more firmly, feeling Vinyl’s labia stretch about her hoof before finally popping it inside her, working deeper inside, “You had tha perfect relationship, you coulda been happy fer the rest of yer life with her. Thank you, Vinyl, sincerely, for lettin’ me crush that. Thank you fer being such a dumb fuck. Ah mean anypony else mighta given me trouble, but you were just putty in mah hooves, so effortlessly turned from deeply lovin’ her to beatin’ and squeezin’ her ta death in… fuck… prolly only like half an hour. Seriously, girl, ah mean there’s stupid and then there’s ridiculously stupid. Must be all that dubstep ya shove in yer ears. Melted yer brain.”

Vinyl couldn’t turn away, yet she was too psychologically exhausted to muster any hatred in her face as Applejack rubbed at her already raw mind. No, the hatred was turned inward now, Applejack could easily see it; Vinyl knew that even if she was just trying to torment Vinyl with her words, Applejack was right. The pain in Vinyl’s eyes deepened, and she mouthed the words ‘Kill me.’

“Aw, suicidal now, sugar cube?” Applejack tsks, “Now that’s not tha way. You should savor every moment of this, relish tha agony. Ya only get to be murdered once, after all.”

‘Fine’ Vinyl mouthed, ‘Then torture me. It’s no less than I deserve.’

“Now that’s more like it,” Applejack’s face twisted into a sadistic grin. She pulled her hoof up from Vinyl’s pussy, wiping Vinyl’s cunt juice off her hoof with Octavia’s swollen dead face. “Look at that face.” She turned Vinyl’s face back to look into Octavia’s eyes, “That mix of emotion… confusion… despair… abject terror not at her own comin’ death… but at tha knowledge that you’d die next. Ya know what? Ah think as close as ya were to her, even you couldn’t have imagined how deeply she loved ya.”

Vinyl didn’t resist the head turn, staring numbly into Octavia’s face, then shaking her head slowly. Applejack picked up a knife she had gotten from their kitchen, sliding it down the side of Vinyl’s face then grazing it across her neck, just firmly enough to leave a red mark across her throat.

Vinyl shook her head before looking back at Applejack and silently mouthing the words, ‘Don’t dare just slit my throat. Make me suffer like I deserve.’

“Fine fine, keep yer pants on girl,” Applejack chuckled, mockingly picking up Octavia’s head and pushing her swollen lips against Vinyl’s. To her delight, Vinyl actually returned the kiss, smooching her lover’s dead face quite loudly, “Aw how sweet. You know ah’ve known a lotta romantic couples, breeders, dykes, and faggots alike, but ah don’t think ah’ve ever seen one as sweet on each other as you two.”

‘Stop repeating yourself and torture me,’ Vinyl mouthed more slowly when Octavia’s head was pulled away.

“Fine Fine, ah see yer wet fer pain, so we’ll get goin’” Applejack conceded, but was curious, “So… got any suggestions?”

Vinyl just closed her eyes and took a deep breath, perhaps attempting to get Applejack to start by ignoring her until she did. It worked well enough, as Applejack put Octavia’s head back on the table. It was near time to end it anyway, as Applejack wanted to have time for at least one more kill today after these two. The self-loathing was really making Applejack wet too. She wasn’t a pro self-loather like Fluttershy, but it was still nice to see her place the blame on herself.

“Open yer eyes,” Applejack told her, “ Gonna’ gouge em out.”

Vinyl opened her eyes wide without hesitation, perhaps thankful that she might not have to look at her dead lover’s face anymore. Applejack teasingly rammed the knife blade right at Vinyl’s eyes several times stopping just short of slicing into them, amused when Vinyl didn’t even flinch. Instead she took one last look into Octavia’s face and mouthed a final ‘I’m so sorry my love.’

“Holy fuck, yer taking this so deliciously, ah might just let ya live,” Applejack teased, hoping to get Vinyl to beg for death now.

Vinyl shook her head instead and mouthed, ‘No you won’t you psycho fuck.’

“Got me thar,” admitted Applejack, “Once mah cunt gets really churnin’ ah can’t stop mahself from finishin’ ponies off.”

With that, Applejack plunged the knife into Viny’s face, though carefully stabbed into the edge of Vinyl’s eye socket. Even in her dazed state Vinyl couldn’t stop from jerking her whole body at that, but still somehow managed to keep her eyes open as Applejack pried out first one then the other, letting them both hang from the raw nerve out of Vinyl’s face. Vinyl made a horrified squeak; the world must have really looked strange when looked at through freely swinging eyeballs.

Applejack leaned forward and slurped one eye into her muzzle, rolling it around her muzzle, keeping her mouth open so Vinyl would have enough light to see her tongue pushing the eye around. She finally bit down, popping the eye and mmm-ing at the flavor as the juice ran across her tongue. She slowly gnawed at the raw never, Vinyl starting to quiver as she did, keeping it attached to Vinyl’s head so that she would feel Applejack’s teeth grinding into the nerve until it was finally too mangled to matter, at which time Applejack jerked out the raw nerve and slurped it down.

Vinyl shivered, but actually turned her head slightly as if to offer her other eye to Applejack so that she could experience such torment again as she so richly deserved, but instead Applejack pushed Octavia’s head over closer to Vinyl’s face, then wedging the eye so that Vinyl was staring right into the dead eye of her lover. Vinyl kept her head still so that the eye wouldn’t fall free again, taking her emotional torment like a champ as well.

“Hmm,” Applejack said to herself, “Ah thank ah remember seein’ a cheese grater when ah was scroungin’ through stuff earlier.”

‘In the right drawer next to the fridge’ Vinyl mouthed helpfully, though she likely knew what Applejack intended to do with it. ‘Vineger and hot sauce in the fridge too.’ Yep she knew.

Applejack went to retrieve the items, heading back over to Vinyl. Vinyl heard her place down the items and pulled her hind legs further apart. Applejack took a moment to actually untie the spreader bar, as it seemed at this point it was actually holding her back, and sure enough Vinyl spread those luscious thighs even further apart, turning up her bottom slightly to give Applejack easier access to both her pussy and ass.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Applejack chuckled, “Now thar’s a girl that knows what she deserves. Ah think though that this might hurt a lot more than yer even expectin’ it to.”

‘Good’ Vinyl mouthed simply.

“There’s a good girl,” Applejack took a moment to kiss Vinyl on the lips, though she didn’t return the kiss this time, rather she spit it out after Applejack pulled back away. “You won’t resist mah lovin’ so much when yer a corpse, sugar cube.”

Applejack covered the cheese grater in hot sauce and vinegar, then pushed the head against Vinyl’s soft cunt. Vinyl tensed up, though she loosened up her pussy to make it easier to push it inside. She gritted her teeth and began to shiver as Applejack pushed it all the way into her, dragging the grater against her sensitive tunnel back and forth, bits of flesh stuck to the grater after only a few thrusts.

“Mmm,” Applejack purred, “Bet ya never had anything inside ya but soft tongue and maybe the occasional throbbing rape-cock. This is a bit of a step up from that, hm?”

Applejack snuggled up to Vinyl affectionately, truly enjoying the DJ’s company for the moment as she slowly sped up her thrusting. She withdraw after a minute or so only so she could turn the vinegar bottle upside down and pour it straight into the bleeding gash of a pussy, before ramming the grater in deeper still. The more of Vinyl’s tunnel was eaten away by the grating metal, the more her pussy gaped and the deeper still Applejack could push it.

Applejack snuggled Vinyl closer, moaning and grinding her cunt against Vinyl’s leg as she felt the warm puddle of blood pool beneath them. Vinyl was shaking delightfully by this point, like a living vibrator against Applejack’s convulsing cunt. Applejack didn’t stop sinking deeper until she felt herself grind right through Vinyl’s cervix and push up into her womb, at which point she pulled it fully out again, then pushed it against Vinyl’s asshole instead. Vinyl clenched her teeth, yet still turned her ass up further to try to give Applejack a clear entry.

“Oh sugar-cube you have no idea how wet yer makin me,” Applejack panted, “Well maybe ya do, ah don’t know, guess ya kin feel my cunt convulsin’ against ya huh?” Indeed it was, Applejack was creaming herself and couldn’t seem to stop.

Applejack pulled the grater back again, this time turning the hotsauce bottle upside down, pouring half of it into Vinyl’s destroyed pussy and then the other half into her bleeding asshole. She continued to cram Vinyl’s ass until there wasn’t really any more of a tunnel to fuck there, just sort of grinding right into Vinyl’s sloppy intestines at the point. She pulled it back one more time, dragging it up Vinyl’s body and placing it against her lips.

Vinyl reached her tongue out and rubbed it against the grater. At first Applejack thought she was savoring the taste of her own blood and gore, but then realized Vinyl was grinding her tongue into it, slowly turning it into a bloody stump. Applejack helped her, pushing it further into Vinyl’s mouth until she could hold it in her teeth, then let go, watching Vinyl hold it in her own muzzle and grinding up her own tongue until she could no longer reach the gory blades. She finally dropped the grater back into her lap, though she didn’t mean seem to intend to, looking frustrated she couldn’t grind her tongue down any more.

“Good girl,” Applejack sighed, grinding her convulsing pussy more firmly on Vinyl, her cunt sap drooling down into the puddle of blood, swirling little white streaks into it as the fuck juice and blood mixed. “You been such a good sport about me trickin ya into viciously murderin’ yer sweetheart, ya know. You want me ta go ahead and finish it so ya don’t have ta bleed out? Otherwise ya might last another hour at least, and it ain't gonna hurt any less during that time.”

Vinyl shook her head ever so slightly, careful that her eye didn’t come free from its post, and mouthed ‘Don’t finish it. I want to bleed out in agony.’ With her blood drooling lips.

“Okay, sweetie,” Applejack gently kissed her cheek, then grabbed the nearby cloth and plugged the gaping hole that used to be Vinyl’s pussy and ass, “There, maybe that’ll make ya last a bit longer befer ya taste tha sweetness of death.”

‘Thank you’ Vinyl mouthed, then settled in to wait, her face continually twisted in pain.

Applejack wanted to go out and find more victims, but she felt like she owed it to Vinyl to grant her this one last wish and let her bleed out rather than just finishing her and dragging her back to the corpse pile right off. Though after an hour passed and Vinyl’s chest was still rising and falling with her slow breaths, Applejack started to wonder how long it was going to take.

“Yer bloody determined to stay in pain as long as ya can huh,” chuckled Applejack, then chuckled again when Vinyl nodded affirmatively.

Applejack had came her fill against Vinyl finally, so she just snuggled close to her latest victim, hugging her with one foreleg as the other stroked her chest and belly comfortingly, settling on Vinyl’s breasts from time to time to rub into them, more because she enjoyed the texture than because it might ease Vinyl’s suffering. In fact, Applejack was pretty sure that any and every touch by this point was agonizing to Vinyl. She snuggled closer, surprised at how much she enjoyed the company of her slowly dying victim, her feeling towards Vinyl almost romantic at that moment.

“You gone yet?” Applejack asked softly after another half hour.

Vinyl was unable to even move her lips by this point, and could barely twitch her head ‘no’ to show Applejack she was still conscious enough to continue suffering properly.

“Still sufferin’ huh,” smiled Applejack, “Well ah’m happy fer ya.”

Nearly another half hour later, Vinyl began to shiver again, growing more and more violent. Applejack stared at her face, impressed at her effort. Vinyl felt death pulling hard at her soul, yet she strained to stay conscious for as long as she possibly could, not wanting her well-deserved suffering to end.

‘No’ Vinyl managed to mouth again, ‘II don’t want to die yet. I haven’t suffered en-‘

Her body trembling reached a fevered pitch, her eye dislodging and swinging from her socket again, and then she was gone. Applejack gave the freshly minted corpse another deep kiss, lapping against her bloody stump-tongue and receiving no resistance this time.

“That’s it Scratchy, let death take ya,” Applejack whispered, smiling gently as she affectionately patted Vinyl’s cheek. She added just as gently, “Now burn in Hell fer killin’ yer true love.”

Applejack had been still for so long that she had to take a few minutes to stretch out her muscles, loosening herself up with some exercise before it was time to continue. She had a brief dinner, mostly consisting of chunks of Vinyl’s womb, since she’d grown fond of womb meat, and licking up the puddles of blood from the floor to wash it down.

She dragged Octavia’s and Vinyl’s body out to the cart that she had left out back for just that purpose. They were carted back to the farm, and by the time Applejack had finished the customary grinding of her cunt on the new corpses, it was getting late already. Yet she still needed to find another victim tonight before she slept!

“Hmmm,” Applejack smiled to herself, “Ah know just who ta go fer now. Looks like today is gonna be dyke-killin’ day fer me.”

Applejack dragged a heavy lock box from the house, which jingled as she heaved it into the cart. She then hitched herself to the cart again and walked back into Ponyville at a fast trot. The Ponyville Spa had probably closed for the day hours ago, but since Aloe and Lotus lived on the premises, they were likely to still be there. First though, she'd stop by the houses of her dead friends to relieve them of any savings or supplies they might not need anymore themselves.

13. Applejack Relaxes At The Spa

When Applejack arrived at the Ponyville Spa, all the lights were out save for one. Interestingly, it was in the spa section of the building rather than the home section. The building was surrounded by streets so there wasn’t a back yard to leave her cart in, so Applejack just left it out front and went to the lit window to peer in.

Aloe and Lotus were indeed enjoying a dip in one of the spas themselves. Aloe was sitting on the edge, facing outward rather than inward, and just leaning down to snort a row of what Applejack assumed was some kind of drug, perhaps magic mushroom dust or Aphrodite’s touch; she wasn’t very familiar with illegal drugs. Behind Aloe, Lotus was in the spa tub as well, grasping Aloe’s plot in her forehooves and rather noisily eating out her sister. None of this was surprising in the least, but Applejack decided to watch for a moment to see what they might talk about.

“And oh goodness,” Lotus was speaking to Aloe in between her deep licks at Aloe’s pussy, “Did he have a wonderful cock… it was barbed… like a feline’s…sort of hurt on the out thrust… but in a good way.”

“Really? I’ve never actually seen a gryphon’s cock up close,” moaned Aloe, immediately lining up another row to snort.

“I’ll have to… see if I can… tempt him into… visiting again and… paying for a go… with both of us,” Lotus said, then paused her licking for just a moment, “Aloe sweetie, go easy on the fun dust, I can practically taste Aphrodite in your pussy by this point.”

“Just one more,” Aloe promised, then rolled her eyes back as she took another snort and rolled her hips a bit more firmly as if getting off from her drug-addled state.

Applejack grinned, though also wondered if they’d answer the door when they were so busy enjoying each other’s incestuous company. She’d have to see.

Applejack went back to the front spa door and knocked loudly. And again. And again. They had to be hearing her, yet she was knocking for at least ten minutes before finally an annoyed looking Lotus staggered out into the lobby, dripping water and heading to the door.

“Applejack, sweetie,” she gave her best fake-friendly smile as she spoke through the door, “We’re closed. You’ll need to come back tomorrow if you’d like service.”

“Well maybe ah’ll like service now,” Applejack stated plainly. “Besides ya look wet already.”

Lotus chuckled, though it was quite the fake chuckle, “I’m sorry, but my wetness is only available to other ponies during office hours and for payment.”

“Unless the other pony is yer sister,” Applejack teased.

Lotus practically rolled her eyes, “Of course unless it’s my sister.” Lotus and Aloe had never even attempted to keep their incestuous activities a secret, especially since the reputation brought them in more customers.

“Well sugar cube,” Applejack offered, “Ah think maybe you’ll make an exception in this case.”

Applejack pulled the jingling case to the edge of the wagon, unlatching it and opening it up to show stacks of high denomination bit coins. Lotus was about to speak again, but froze with her mouth half open.

“How… much is that?” Lotus asked when she finally regained her wits.

“Bout 200 thousand,” Applejack replied simply. It was basically the life savings of her whole immediate family, including Applebloom’s college fund, but they wouldn’t be needing it any more.”Got a bag of expensive gems in mah cart too if that’s not enough.”

“You’re… serious…” Lotus said very slowly, as if she thought it was a joke.

“Yeah that got yer whore sense tinglin’ didn’t it,” Applejack smiled, “And yeah, ah’m serious. Serious as ah am wet.”

Lotus didn’t mind being called a whore, she was a whore after all. She was curious though, “What could you possibly ask us to do that would be worth that much?”

“Ah’d rather tell it to tha two of ya,” Applejack stated simply.

“Fine,” Lotus agreed after another pause, “We’re a bit high right now though, if that’s okay.” Their drug habits weren’t exactly secret either.

“Probably best that way,” Applejack chuckled, “High with what?”

“Aphrodite’s touch, mostly,” Lotus answered casually as she unlocked the door.

Applejack hefted the case and a large bag of gems she’d found at Rarity’s, and headed inside. She was smiling big now, mainly because she knew Aphrodite’s touch was used to make oneself more sensitive during intimate time, but that it would also heighten any pain they felt by several times as well.

Then they got back into the room with Aloe, the other pony tried to be casual and act like she hadn’t snorted several more rows while Lotus was out there, but the dreamy state on her face gave it away a bit.

“Um, sweetness,” Aloe asked, “You… let them in?”

“Well um,” Lotus nodded apologetically, “She offered a very large amount of money, so I thought maybe we should hear her out.”

Applejack nodded, hefting the chest and bag onto the floor beside her, opening one and then the other, “Just over 200 thousand in bit coin, plus however much these gems are worth.”

“Some of those gems are very rare…” Aloe seemed to recognize, practically drooling.

“What did you want then?” Lotus asked, still very curious.

“Snuff play,” answered Applejack simply.

“You wanted us to role play?” Lotus tilted her head, still not sure why Applejack would pay so much for that, “We can do that.”

“No no no,” Applejack chuckled, “You misunderstand. Ah’m not askin’ fer you to role play bein’ snuffed. Ah’m askin’ you ta actually die fer my erotic pleasure.”

“Um,” Aloe’s eyes went particularly wide, “But then how would we benefit from the payment?”

“Oh but only one of ya has ta die,” Applejack explained, “The other would get all the goods and live the rest of her life in splendor.”

“Which of us did you want to murder?” Lotus was clearly considering it.

“Either or,” Applejack shrugged, “Honestly ah’d enjoy hearin’ either of yer whore mouths shriek in agony as death took ya.” She added when the two sisters went silent for a bit, “So yeah, it wouldn’t be a pleasant death, or a quick death. Ah would drag it out so ah could get off a few times from it.”

Amusingly, the prostitutes still didn’t take offense to the way Applejack referred to them, instead looking at each other.

“We could open a brothel in Canterlot with that much money,” Aloe said, “We could open a brothel in every major city in Equestria, maybe even expand into the griffon kingdom!”

“You mean one of us could,” Lotus trailed off, and the two looked at each other for a few long minutes, as if each was hoping the other would volunteer.

“Well if ya can’t decide who should die,” suggested Applejack, “We could always have a little contest, or just flip a coin.”

“Flip a coin?” Lotus asked toward Aloe.

Aloe hesitated for just a moment, then nodded, “Fine, a coin it is. Heads me and tails you?”

“Okay,” agreed Lotus, “… does the winner die or not die?”

“Not die,” Aloe clarified.

“So before ah flip, we have an agreement?” Applejack asked, “Ah kill one of ya in any way ah want. The other of ya helps me kill her and then helps me dispose of their corpse afterward… though ah may also want to indulge in a bit of necro before getting’ rid of em… and the live one would join in that too.”

“I was hoping maybe I wouldn’t have to actually watch,” Lotus trailed off. “I don’t know how I’d react to seeing a pony die.” It was interesting she said ‘pony’ instead of ‘sister’, as if being related to the victim didn’t add any intensity to the idea.

“Ya help kill and necro, or no deal,” Applejack made clear.

“Agreed,” Aloe nodded, then Lotus repeated the word after a bit of hesitation.

Applejack nodded, then pulled out a single coin, tossing it up in the air and catching it, holding it out for both to see. It was tails.

“Oh dear,” Aloe said a bit hollowly, “Now I know that I’ve already agreed to this, but I am really REALLY high on Aphrodite right now. I don’t suppose we could… wait for it to wear off?” The obvious implication being that the drug was going to make the pain near impossible to bear right from the start.

“No, we do it now,” Applejack said, glaring a bit at Aloe, “Besides, ah wanna hear ya scream, that’s part of the point in snuffin’ ya out, ya dumb cock sock.”

“That makes sense, I guess,” Aloe nodded and swallowed hard.

“Sorry sister,” Lotus patted Aloe’s shoulder, though honestly her apology sounded fake too, and she followed up by breathing a bit sigh of relief and even smiling slightly as she looked at the payment again. Applejack wondered if the two actually loved each other at all or if they just fucked each other to keep their reputation as hot lesbian twins intact.

“Oh Celestia,” Aloe was tearing up now, starting to quiver and clearly regretting her choice.

“You better hold Aloe,” Lotus suggested coldly, “She looks like she might try to run. I’ll go get some bondage gear; is there anything in particular you’ll be needing to snuff her out?”

Applejack calmly pulled Aloe over to her, pulling her forelegs behind her and holding her securely. There was exactly zero chance that the drug-addled slut would be able to wriggle away from the much stronger farm pony. “Not anything in particular ah guess. Just bring what ya got and we’ll wing it.”

“Lotus… sister… I changed my mind…” Aloe said, even more hollowly than before.

“Aloe,” Lotus said firmly, her tone sounding like a mother scolding a naughty child, “We made an agreement, and we have to follow through. It’s our JOB.”

“But Lotus,” Aloe begged, “I-I had four more rows of Aphrodite touch while you were gone just now, I don’t think you understand how much of that I have in my system. This is going to be unbearable for me.”

“And who’s fault is that, hm?” Lotus scolded her, “Perhaps that will teach you to listen to your sister.”

“She ain’t gonna learn nothin’ on this side,” Applejack pointed out, “She’ll be dead as a door knob before tha night’s over.”

“True enough,” Lotus did her fake sounding chuckle again and turned to go get supplies.

“A-Applejack,” Aloe probably realized now that she actually had a better chance begging to Applejack than her sister, as little chance as it was, especially when her sister was drooling over that much money, “Please… I’ll die for you I really will… but please…. Just give me a little time to come down off this… an hour… less… I would be grateful for even a few minutes. Please…”

“Shut the fuck up,” Applejack responded just as coldly as Lotus had, “You ferget yer place or something? Yer a dirty little prostitute, yer job is ta get yer customers off at yer own expense. Ah wanna start as soon as possible so ah kin hear you scream.”

Lotus returned pulling a small cart full of several large boxes. She tipped them over one at a time, a large variety of dildos, strap-ons, gags, restraints, and even a few things that Applejack couldn’t rightly identify, all colored with the same pink and blue as the sisters. Applejack grabbed some uncomfortable looking metal shackles, binding Aloe’s hooves more firmly behind her back, then added a spreader bar for her hind legs. It was neat to have proper bondage equipment for this one.

“Here you go, miss,” Lotus offered, “And I’m here to assist you in any way you desire, of course.” She tilted her head, “Though I couldn’t help but notice… is that blood on you?”

“Yep,” Applejack casually answered as she dug through the pile of goodies.

“May I ask… whose blood?” a small bit of nervousness crept into Lotus’ voice.

“Vinyl’s,” Applejack answered flatly as she smiled at a particularly vicious looking strap-on she found, then put it aside to see what else she could find.

“You… assaulted Vinyl?” a bit more nervousness crept into Lotus’ voice. “From that amount of blood actually… you murdered Vinyl?”

“It was in self-defense, actually,” Applejack explained, “Vinyl sorta went all ape-shit crazy cause she thought her dyke-mate Octavia was havin’ an affair with me, snapped the poor girl’s neck with her magic before ah could stop her. And then well… attacked me, and I may or may not have gotten into my act of self-defense a little more than I needed to.”

“I see,” Lotus trailed off, “And you enjoyed it so much that… you wanted to kill again?”

“Well you know how strict they are with murder,” Applejack shrugged, “Even in self-defense ah’d be lookin’ towards spendin’ the rest of mah life in prison, so ah figured may as well blow mah life savin’s on some fun before ah get dragged away. No worries though, you kin always say that ah forced ya to participate and ah’ll back up yer story.”

“I suppose…” Lotus was really getting nervous now.

“She’ll kill you too!” Aloe grabbed on the idea, “You can’t trust her Lotus! You need to help me RIGHT NOW!”

“Oh calm down ya dumb cunt,” Applejack rolled her eyes, “If ah just wanted ta kill ya both, ah woulda waited fer you both to go to bed, then kick in the door and get a jump on ya.”

“O-of course,” Lotus seemed to be assured by that logic, breathing another sigh of relief, then scolding her sister again, “Aloe, you’re being very unprofessional. Don’t make us gag you.”

“Oh don’t do that,” Applejack shook her head, “We wanna hear her screams as she bites it.”

“Oh of course,” Lotus nodded, “I apologize, a stupid whore like me isn’t as creative as a… pillar of the community such as yourself.”

“That smile is a bit more sincere than ah usually see on ya,” Applejack commented, “Lookin’ forward to killin’ yer sister?”

“Well not to killing her per se,” Lotus explained, “I’m looking forward to getting paid a fuck ton of money, if you’ll pardon the language.”

“Well sure ah kin see that,” Applejack nodded, “I mean fer that much money… Hell if ah was actually gonna be free ta spend it, ah’d impale my own little sister to death on mah own brother’s cock and then kill him on top of that and fuck both their corpses.”

“Lotus. Sister,” Aloe begged, “She’s clearly psychotic. She. Is. Going. To. Kill. You.” It was unclear if Aloe even believed what she said, as true as it was, or if she was just making desperate attempts to keep from dying in such horrifying agony.

“Of course,” Lotus answered Applejack, “I mean who wouldn’t?” She then sighed and shook her head at Aloe, “You are really being a baby about this, sister.”

“Seriously, ya little bi slut,” Applejack chuckled, “Just relax and enjoy it; ya only get ta die once after all.”

“Exactly,” agreed Lotus matter-of-factually. “Do you know how we’ll start, Miss Applejack? I’d hate to let any of her pain-enhancer wear off before we started properly hurting her.”

“Aloe…” Lotus trailed off in abject horror, then choked on her sobs.

“Any ideas?” Applejack asked curiously.

Lotus hmmmed, “Well how did you kill Vinyl?”

“Raped her cunt and ass with a cheese grater,” Applejack answered simply, “Then let her bleed out, like ah said ah got into mah act of self-defense a bit more than ah intended.”

“Oh my, I think I could scrounge up a cheese grater if you wanted to do that to her,” offered Lotus.

“OH. GODS. NO. SISTER. HELP. ME!” Aloe screeched, but was ignored by both of them this time.

“Nah, ah wanna do somethin’ different,” said Applejack, “Make this a unique experience, though not opposed to rapin’ her with horrible things obviously.”

“Oh we definitely want to rape her with horrible things, with what she’s high on,” agreed Lotus, “But that does make sense, hmmm.” Lotus tapped her chin, trying to think of a way to torture her sister that their customer would enjoy. She sighed after a bit of thought, reaching both front hooves over to clamp her sister’s sobbing mouth shut, as if it was making it hard for her to think or torture methods.

“Ah gotta say,” Applejack admitted, “How cold and casual you are about killin’ yer own sister… that alone has my cunt fuckin’ drenched. Let her whine though, ah like hearin’ it.” She casually turned Lotus about and lifted her tail to find her own cunt drooling down her thighs, “Looks like yer lookin’ forward to some sibling-cide too.”

“Aw, that’s sweet of you to say,” smiled Lotus, letting go of Aloe’s muzzle so she could sob more loudly again, “Though honestly my arousal is mostly from the payment. Anyway, how about we skin her? That could be quite painful, then we could whip or flog her bare muscle.”

“That does sound nice, though…” Applejack would like to see that, but she’d already seen it done to Spike. On the other hoof… “That reminds me, ah just… er borrowed some of Twilight’s excess chemicals, got them in the cart out there too. Ah flipped through her notes and there was one that might work well…”

Applejack took a moment to head outside again, hurrying back with a cart full of potion bottles when she returned. “Here we go, according to Twi’s notes… this stuff is for cleaning off armor or metallic machinery, but there’s a warnin’ that says it’ll melt off skin too, then get up into any orifices and eat the victim’s innards out. Should be long and painful for her.”

“Oh that sounds like an excellent suggestion,” Lotus nodded enthusiastically.

“Sister don’t do that to me… no….” Aloe begged, leaning over to try to nuzzle her sister.

Lotus only gave her a mocking kiss on the cheek before moving further out of her reach, “Sister, you need to put any hope that I’ll save you from your mind.” Lotus smiled at her sister, “Because quite frankly, I’m happy to do this. Once you’re dead, my income will nearly double. I would have killed you long ago just for that, but was afraid I couldn’t get away with it. Now I can say that Applejack ‘forced’ me though… I couldn’t be happier to go through with this.”

“Sister…” Aloe sobbed, hanging her head.

Applejack suddenly moaned, then chuckled when Lotus looked at her. “Nearly came mahself just from that.” Applejack explained.

“Glad to be of service,” nodded Lotus, “How should we set this up? Is there enough of it to cover her whole body?”

“Ya just gotta add it to water,” explained Applejack, “A few bottles in the sauna here, and we’ll have a bubblin’ pot of melted pony flesh in no time.”

“We should wait til she’s softened up a bit to rape her then,” Lotus helpfully suggested, “If we raped her right off she might enjoy it.”

“Good thinkin’, we don’t want her ta get an ounce of enjoyment from this,” Applejack agreed, “Go ahead and put her in the water, smack her face a few times first. Ah just wanna see ya beat that crap outta yer sister.”

Lotus nodded and without even the slightest hesitation, she reared up and punched Aloe in the face with her hoof. Granted the lithe little whore wasn’t that strong, but the yelp that resulted from Aloe sounded like she had just been raped with a hot fire poker, so they could assume the drug was doing its job. Though speaking of that…

“Ah see a fireplace over there, too,” mentioned Applejack, “Let’s have a fire poker heating up there so we can rape her with that.”

“Oh… excellent… idea… Miss… Applejack,” Lotus agreed, slamming her hoof into Aloe’s face again between each word, then finishing up with a nice solid cunt punt before dragging Aloe to the tub. Lotus chucked her in, then pulled her face up to the edge of the tub so she wouldn’t drown too quickly. She kissed Aloe’s forehead then went over to the fireplace.

“Mercy…” muttered Aloe weakly as she bled on the side of the tub and watched Applejack get the chemical bottles.

Applejack chuckled, pouring several of the bottles into the sauna, the bubbly tub stirring the mixture in automatically. Applejack leaned down and nuzzled against Aloe’s ear, “Just so ya know,” she whispered where Lotus wouldn’t hear, “Yer right. Ah’m gonna kill her after she helps me kill you. Ah’ll rid tha world of both of yer over-fucked nasty cunts.”

“I heated up three pokers,” Lotus smiled as she returned, “And I have these fire resistant boots that we can wear when we hold the pokers, or when we have to stick our hooves into the acid.”

Applejack nodded as she took the thick latex boots from Lotus, “Ah got some boots similar ta these at home.”

“Lotus,” Aloe spoke weakly, “Lotus listen to me, she’s going to kill you, she told me she was going to just now.”

Lotus rolled her eyes, “Come on sister, I know that that’s a lie. No pony would be stupid enough to tell you they were going to kill me even if that’s what they intended.” She smiled one of the most smug smiles Applejack had ever seen, “Besides, you’d be just as enthusiastic as I am had I lost the coin toss, and yes… I’d probably be begging and making things up to avoid my fate, but this is how it is. You die, I live on in luxury.” She slipped on one of the protective boots and splashed a bit of water into her sister’s eyes, “Feel the burn yet dear?”

“It’ll take a few, prolly,” advised Applejack, “Let’s just enjoy tha look in her eyes as she slowly starts to feel it.”

Lotus snuggled up next to Applejack then, leaning over and sharing a deep kiss with her customer, playing their tongues together before both turning to watch the fear in Aloe’s eyes. Each of the pair casually reached over to the other’s thigh, engaging in some wholesome mutual masturbation as they watched, periodically kissing on each other, but keeping their eyes focused on their victim.

The fear in Aloe’s eyes slowly began to twist into pain as she felt the acidic solution soak into her fur and started to burn into her flesh in the process. Her whole body felt like it was on fire at once, and she began to struggle more. She visibly tried to keep from screaming, but it wasn’t long before she let out a wail, sobbing hard.

Her writhing caused her head to fall into the tub as well, but she was able to pull it above water. At least until Applejack’s hind hoof pushed it under again, then she came back up again after that as well. She started to speak only to have Lotus then push her down with her hind hoof. The couple moved forward a bit closer so they could use their front hoof to alternately push her under, still using their other front hoof to grind against the other one’s pussy.

The last time though, Aloe stayed under, and Applejack had to yank her head back up before she intentionally drowned herself.

“L-Lotus!” Aloe blurted out when they let her stay up for a bit longer, “You don’t understand, my whole body is on fire, it feels like I’m burning… I feel my skin coming loose too, please have mercy and let me drown…”

Indeed the water was slowly getting dyed a reddish tint, and Aloe’s fur had started to come off in patches, polluting the acid bath further. She gagged again, keeping her eyes on her tormentors, perhaps because she was afraid to look at herself now lest she see herself melting. She thrashed about, trying to drown herself another few times, but of course getting pulled back up to scream for mercy again.

“I-I have to admit,” Lotus panted, “I mean I did this for the money, but now that I see her… it really is arousing to watch her like this. I mean I’ve done bondage and pain, but actually killing the pony… wow, it just feels amazing.”

“Just wait,” Applejack said, “Bet you’ll cream yerself silly when she dies.”

Soon the thrashing mare felt her skin start to come loose, screeching as she saw part of her cutie mark float in front of her, breaking into smaller pieces within the acid. She more she saw the more she struggled, and the more flesh came loose, the water so red now that it was hard to see deep into the water.

“Ah’d say it’s time ta get tha fire pokers,” suggested Applejack, “Ah’ll pull her out fer a bit and you get the fire pokers.”

“So I will be using one of the pokers?” Lotus asked hopefully as she went toward the fireplace.

“Sure,” Applejack said, “Ah’ll drag her right over to tha fireplace so they won’t have any time to cool actually.”

“Oh excellent,” Lotus was shivering with excitement as Applejack dragged her sobbing, struggling sister over to the fireplace, more flesh pulling free on the floor.

“I hope it hurts just as much when she kills you!” Aloe screamed hatefully between sobs, her body shaking violently, “I hope she makes you swallow all the Aphrodite Touch we have left before she starts!”

As Applejack filed that idea away for later, Lotus ignored her sister’s words and instead ran a hoof over her body. Eyes wide, she seemed fascinated by how the flesh came loose, leaving soggy muscle beneath it. She rubbed Aloe’s cutie mark that was still there firmly, pulling the flesh off and smiling as she draped the flesh on Aloe’s muzzle.

“I guess you’ll be dying as a blank flank,” Aloe teased.

Both fitted with heat resistant boots, Applejack and Lotus each pulled a scalding hot poker from the fire. It was awkward since they couldn’t use their mouths to hold the metal, but they managed to get them to their target. Aloe was rolled onto her back so that she could see the arousal on the faces of her tormentors, and the fun began.

Applejack took Aloe’s pussy for herself, pushing the hot metal between her already half-eaten labia, and pushing it as deeply as she could. Aloe let out a wonderful shriek, arching her back and convulsing from the intense pain.

Lotus was so excited seeing how much it hurt Aloe, she squealed a bit, sounding like Rainbow Dash might have when she saw a Wonderbolt. She excitedly moved her’s beneath Applejack’s, pushing it hard into Alloe’s asshole instead, actually getting just as intense a reaction as Applejack did, Lotus giggling like a happy school girl when Aloe wailed, the screams echoing through the empty spa.

Applejack made a few slow but firm thrusts, giving Aloe’s flesh time to burn and stick to the metal before being ripped away, flesh coming out in clumps after only a few thrusts. Lotus rammed faster in her excitement, burning Aloe’s tail hole out as well. Flesh and blood flew from both holes like bits of batter from a blender.

Lotus seemed to be enjoying it as much as Aloe wasn’t. She stretched up her neck, grin on her face and eyes glistening with joy as she watched her dying sister writhe about in hellish torment, raping her faster and faster with the fire poker. She began to breathe faster and faster, her slit making a puddle beneath her on the floor.

“Damn,” Applejack chuckled, “She just don’t stop. You’d think she’d get numb at some point and quiet down.”

“Oh it’s the drug,” Lotus practically moaned, “It will just hurt more and more, like pain added on pain added on pain. Just look at her, like an animal… Oh I can’t thank you enough Applejack for giving me a way to kill her without repercussion; if you ever do manage to get out of prison, you’ll get free service at all my locations…” She squealed and giggled again, “I had no idea murder was so fun!”

Aloe really was like an animal at this point, squealing and shrieking non-stop, her body never ceasing its violent shaking. Her holes were becoming a bit loose by that point, so Applejack chuckled and pulled hers completely free. Lotus reluctantly stopped hers as well. Even when they stopped, Aloe continued to struggle and spasm as if her body was playing back the pain of the scalding rape sticks again and again.

Applejack began to remove the bonds Aloe had been put in, wanting her to be able to properly thrash about in the water. As she did so, Lotus seemed to have a bit of an episode, moaning loudly as she straddled Aloe’s face, rolling her eyes back as she felt the screams shiver up through her body, and grinding her cunt firmly until she blew it after only a few thrusts, giggling happily as she splattered her cunt sap all over her sister’s screaming face.

“Oh goodness, I’m sorry,” said Lotus, pulling herself off Aloe’s cum-covered face and panting, “I don’t know what came over me.”

“Nah it’s fine,” said Applejack, “She’s yer sister; ah’d be worried if ya didn’t wanna cum on her screamin’ face.”

Applejack found an apparatus in the toy pile that looked like it was made to let someone breathe underwater, tying it around Aloe’s face, who didn’t have the presence of mind to try to push it back off of her. Applejacak then kicked Aloe hard in the gut several times to move her across the floor again, kicking her back into the bloody sauna, this time with a breathing tube connected so her whole body could sink into the acidic mess.

“Now that we’ve really opened her up,” said Applejack, “It’ll seep into her cunt and butt, burn her out slowly from the inside.”

“Ooooh,” Lotus giggled happily, “Y-you think you’d enjoy doing this to your little sister?” Lotus asked towards Applejack.

“Mine? Ya mean little nine-year-old Applebloom?” Applejack said and then paused long enough to make Lotus nervous that she may have seriously offended her client, “Ya know what? Ah think ah might just go home and do her tonight.”

“Oh, even her being nine?” Lotus asked, “Um, I don’t suppose I could…”

“May as well,” shrugged Applejack, intentionally getting Lotus’ hopes up so she could crush them later, “Sure once we kill this bitch and do a victory grind on her corpse, ah’ll go sneak into Applebloom’s bedroom, drag the little tyke back here, and we’ll give her juicy underage cunt a good rape-n-boil like we’re doin’ Aloe. You kin just say ah forced ya agin.”

“Oh yes that would be amazing,” Lotus went all starry eyed, “Raping and murdering a foal….”

“Don’t get ahead of yerself,” Applejack chuckled, “We got this cunt to watch suffer first.” She added, “Go get yer stash of Aphrodite though, we’ll wanna warm tha little cunt up with it, wonder how much she could take.”

“Actually she could probably take it all,” Lotus said as she hurried to get it so she wouldn’t miss too much, bringing back a small box, “She wouldn’t die from the overdose for four or five hours, so it’d give us plenty of time to torment her.”

“Good to know,” Applejack put the drugs aside, happy she wouldn’t have to look for them now.

As they talked, the two kept an eye on Aloe in the bloody acid bath. The little skin that she had left was coming off now, leaving her muscle nearly completely clean of flesh or fur. What’s more, the acidic mix had poured into her rear entries, starting to eat away at the sensitive inner flesh as well, adding another layer of torment atop the still throbbing pain of the hot pokers, causing her to thrash and squirm about in the water even as a cloud of gore slowly billowed out of her cunt and ass.

Not only that, but now that her head was fully immersed, she felt it burning into her face, eating away at her eyes and pouring into her ears as well. Closing her eyes only worked until her eyelids dissolved away, leaving her bare eyes to be slowly eaten out of her skull. She weakly tried to pull the mask off her muzzle, desperately wanting to drown and be done with it, but there was no such peace for her yet.

“I have never been this aroused,” groaned Lotus, “Who knew I could feel like this without even having a cock in me.” She leaned down, pulling Aloe’s head above water one last time, “My only regret, sister, is that your death is far more painless than I’d like it to be.”

“Burn in Hell,” croaked Aloe.

Lotus giggled, “You first.” Applejack noted that too, she’d have to use that one sometime.

As Lotus let Aloe’s head fall back, Applejack took one of the fire pokers and crammed it into Aloe’s gaping cunt, stirring it up a bit out of curiosity, then pulling it back. Sure enough, there were grotesque bits of rapidly liquefying womb and intestinal flesh, drooling off the poker like reddish gelatin. One might have thought that Aloe couldn’t feel any more pain at this point, but she still thrashed about with renewed vigor, screaming so hard into the air mask that Applejack and Lotus were able to grind their pussies against the connected hose to feel the vibrations.

“You sure you’ll be able to stop killin’ stuff after they take me away?” chuckled Applejack, holding the gooey fire poker up to Lotus, “Or is yer sister and mah sister gonna be enough ta sate ya?”

Lotus suckled the soft flesh from the still-warm poker, rolling her eyes back and gargling with them before swallowing them down and answering, “Honestly I don’t think so. I’m going to have to put some thought into how to get away with murder so I can do this whenever I can. Maybe even have a secret basement or something where I can torture ponies to death. The thrill is soooo worth the risk.” She leaned over and licked Applejack’s cheek, leaving a red smudge there, “You know if you’re gonna be taken away anyway, you should just go and kill anypony you can before you get caught.”

“Fuck yeah it’s worth it,” said Applejack, “And yeah, that thought had occurred to me.”

Applejack was really enjoying getting Lotus’ hopes and dreams up, and even tugged the prostitute’s rump up and began lapping into her pussy, still watching Aloe of course while doing so. Lotus groaned and slowly pushed her hips back against Applejack’s tongue, still going on about her new life goals, “I can’t wait… I’ll keep all the corpses of my victims as trophies… maybe even have a corpse pile eventually. As soon as this cunt dies, we’ll see how much I enjoy necrophilia too.”

Aloe was thrashing a bit less now, more due to her muscles getting worn away than a lack of pain. Her eyes bubbled out of her head, floating along the surface for a while as they too slowly dissolved. Her body convulsed a few more times before she vomited a fountain of blood, surging up through the breathing tube, then building enough pressure for it to finally pop off her face. She took in a huge breath of bloody acid into her lungs, though even they were coming apart inside her now as the acid literally hollowed her out. Her muzzle popped above water one more time as she gave a last wail, which was cut off by another fountain of blood, which managed to spray down Lotus and Applejack in the process, both of the murderous ponies rubbing it into their fur.

“Y-yes she’s dead!” Lotus cried out, creaming hard on Applejack’s face. Applejack drunk down the cunt juice quite happily before pulling back herself, then reaching into the water to tug the corpse out of the pool. As soon as she was on the floor again, a wash of blood and liquefied organs poured out of her cunt, ass, ears, eyes, and mouth, spreading a huge puddle of gore across the spa floor. Even then they could hear the insides slosh around as the corpse was moved about. They each took turns pushing their hoof into the gapping wounds that had once been Aloe’s pussy and ass, taking a moment to enjoy the flavorful gore.

Lotus required no encouragement to start the next bit, pulling herself up to straddle her dead sister and beginning to grind her sopping wet pussy against the corpse’s face. Applejack moved up to grind her own pussy against Aloe’s belly, which gave gently with each thrust due to its hollow state. The two took their time enjoying a hot threesome with their victim, pulling each other close and making out hotly as they continued to grind. It wasn’t too long before they were both moaning into a deep kiss as both of them expelled a load of her femme cum onto the juicy cadaver beneath them.

“There ya go, enjoyed yerself?” Applejack asked her as they pulled apart.

“Oh did I… I should be paying you…” Lotus groaned, and that was quite a compliment coming from a money-hungry whore. “Mmm, I’ll keep fucking this dead cunt’s hot little corpse while you go fetch your little sister, then we’ll see what the death screech of a child sounds like. I want to ram my hoof into her convulsing underage holes too.”

“Well ah’m glad yer lookin’ forward so much to yer new life,” grinned Applejack, “Cause ah really do love crushin’ ponies’ dreams.”

“W-what?” Lotus tilted her head.

Before Lotus could react, she had been tackled to the floor, falling back against the corpse of her sister, which squished down and made a grotesque squeaky noise as stale air was pushed out. Lotus suddenly found her muzzle forced open as Applejack literally poured Aphrodite’s Touch into her muzzle, then clamped it shut until she swallowed. When she opened her muzzle again to scream, the rest was poured inside too.

That amount was probably enough for many dozen snorted doses, and Lotus’ eyes became wide as she immediately realized what was about to happen.

“N-no…” she whispered, “No this isn’t fair… I was supposed to be rich…. I was supposed to help rape and murder a filly… I was supposed to-”

“Aw common,” Applejack snorted a bit with laughter, “If ya didn’t see this comin’, ya deserve every bit of what ah’m gonna do to ya.”

“Nononono!” Lotus lay still, the shock of this sudden turn of events still sinking in, “T-that much… that must be twenty times what Aloe had in her system! A fuckin’ paper cut would be torment with that much! Oh gods!”

“Well let’s test out this theory,” Applejack hmmed, moving her hoof down and ever so slightly touching Lotus’s cunt lips. Lotus suddenly convulsed, instantly cumming herself. Actually she started creaming before Applejack even touched her, as if the breeze from Applejack’s movement alone had set her off. “Oh this is gonna be a treat.”

“B-but…” Lotus stared in shock as tears started to roll down her face. “It’ll be more painful to let me die from the overdose in a few hours!”

“Yer gonna have to think of a better lie than that,” Applejack smiled, “Even when yer sister lied… oh wait, she wasn’t lying about that was she.”

Lotus was in too much of a state of shock now to resist, images of Aloe’s horrifying, agonizing death playing through her mind again and again, the realization that her death could be ten times more painful was enough to break her fragile whore mind.

Applejack sat back on her haunches and tugged Lotus against her, leaving a wet spot against Lotus’s rump as she did so. The pony was already spasming against her when she leaned around and bit down on her neck. To her delight, Lotus’s whole being convulsed like she had just had a hot fire poker rammed in all three holes.

“I won’t be able to take this!” Lotus sobbed.

“Well of course ya won’t, ya dumb little professional cum bucket,” Applejack laughed, “That’s why it’s called murder.”

“B-but all you said!” Lotus shook her head and finally started real resistance when Applejack started to push her towards the bloody acidic soup, still bubbling and ready for more.

“Yeah bout mah sister,” Applejack licked the side of her face, “Look sugar cube, ah’ve already killed Applebloom, and all mah immediate family, and all mah best friends, plus half a dozen other ponies just fer tha hell of it. Don’t expect any mercy from me.”

With that, Applejack drained the blood from the mask that Aloe had won, pulling it over Lotus’ face instead, then tipped her into the water. No restraints were necessary; as soon as the acid tickled at her skin she was in too much torment to make any escape attempt. Applejack trotted over to put the fire pokers back into the fire, then turned to watch Lotus’ antics.

Applejack sat back to enjoy the show; this was a great way to watch a pony die in horrible pain while not having to put forth much effort to make it happen. She rubbed into her own pussy with both hooves, though it made it a bit harder to get off as Lotus’s thrashing and shrieking was rather hilarious.

As Applejack’s laughter rang in her ears, Lotus felt the agonizing burn as her fur came out in clumps, mixing with the fur of her dead sister. She twisted and wailed nonstop as more of her bare skin was exposed. Her pussy was already gaping a bit from her previous arousal, so she already felt it seeping into her, burning at her sensitive tunnel and slowly filling up her womb and eating its way through her flesh. This took a bit longer than it had with Aloe however, as the bits of Aloe juice mixed into the tub had diluted the acid slightly, so it took a good hour before Applejack felt like she was done enough for stage two.

Lotus was shaking violently as Applejack pulled her from the tub. “Aloe I’m so sorry!” she wailed as if her sister could hear anything, “I was so fucking stupid!” The pain had her deliciously delirious, her sister’s screams still echoing through her head in chorus with her own. It then occurred to her… “No Applejack please not the hot pokers!” She was already mostly blind at this point, only able to see blobs around her, but she could hear Applejack pulling the scalding hot metal dildos from the fire.

“Shut up!” Applejack yanked her tail up, “Ya shouldn’t go about killin’ ponies if yer not ready to die an agonizin’ death yerself!”

Lotus’s voice gave out within seconds of Applejack simultaneously shoving pokers in her cunt and ass, giving them a moment to stick to her flesh before beginning the thrusting. Her shrieks devolved into gurgling noises as she vomited all over the floor in front of her, bits of her sister that she had eaten as well as some fruity mix from earlier. Applejack enjoyed the way she writhed so much that she continued the double fucking for a good fifteen minutes before finally yanking free.

She didn’t stop there though. Since Lotus seemed to be screamed out anyway, she took the third poker from the fire and rammed it right down her throat when she opened it to heave again. As the pain ripped through her throat, Lotus expelled everything from her other end instead, suddenly pissing herself, even the act of urination now sending throbs of pain through her, a steaming pile of bloody diarrhea exiting her tail hole rather loudly and slopping onto the gore covered floor as well.

After extracting the poker again and returning the mask to Lotus’s face so she could be pushed back in, Applejack gave a thoughtful look back at what Lotus had expelled. Hmmm, well it wasn’t any worse than gnawing on rotting foal-womb, so why not try it?

As she continued to watch Lotus thrash, she leaned down and lapped up a big mouthful of Lotus’s chunky vomit, both the fruity looking bits and the slimy remains that once belonged to Aloe. Her tastes were definitely changing, because it was actually rather delicious, Applejack beginning to lap up more and swallow it down eagerly.

Applejack grabbed a nearby bowl, dumped the soap and such that was in it, and scooped up as much of the diarrhea into it as she could with her hoof, as well as mixing in some guts and a few more chunky vomit bits. She then turned it up, drinking the thick mixture as if it were a thick chocolate milkshake, rubbing the taste of shit, piss, and vomit around her gums, then stuffing her nose into the bowl to lick it clean, not leaving a drop of the exquisite dessert.

She enjoyed it so much that she moved over to the water where Lotus was thrashing about, pulling her rump out of the water, not even caring if she got splashed with acidic guts, and shook her violently until she felt her bowels about to expel again. Applejack opened wide, giving the half-dissolved anus a lick before a mixture of shit and raw guts literally sprayed out of Lotus’s asshole, guzzling right from the tap, the mixture of greenish crap and reddish guts drooling out of her muzzle and leaving a streak all the way from her muzzle to her belly. She then licked deep into Lotus’s ass before letting her drop back into the water to thrash some more, before licking her shitty hooves off as well.

“Well now ah understand why Scoots was such a little shit eater,” Applejack licked her lips, “That wasn’t half-bad.”

Pondering to herself if there might still be corpse shit in the remains of some of her other victims, she watched Lotus slowly meet her end in the water. By this point Lotus’ eyes were empty sockets, ears only gaping holes in the side of her head, and her guts slowly washing out through her cunt and ass, bits of her inner organs floating about the surface, slowly coming apart until they were nothing but fluid.

Lotus managed to let out one final shriek, which was cut off with a gruesome wet pop as her lungs literally exploded from the effort, half of them dumping out from her rear end as she vomited the other half into the breathing tube. Finally she rolled her eyes back, body convulsing in deathgasm as she received her just desserts, one of Applejack’s only victims to actually deserve what she got. Unfortunately that took a little of the arousing edge off that would have been there had an innocent victim had been dissolving in the goo bath.

Still Applejack managed to get off plenty hard against Aloe’s face as Lotus died, then fished Lotus’s hollow corpse from the bath, pushing down her belly several times to hear the squeak of air moving in and out of her orifices, laughing at it before grinding her pussy against Lotus’s face as well.

“Got me a pair of corpsey squeakie toys,” Applejack chuckled, then rolled her eyes back and creamed all over Lotus’s face as well.

Now done, she left the bubbling cauldron of whore-guts churning until someone came in to find it in the morning. She carried her bits and gems back to the cart, then found the key to the spa’s safe and cleaned them out as well. She wrote a note and left it in a dry spot near the blood bath. It read ‘Looking for those incestuous cock-puppet whores? Here’s what remains of their skin and guts. I took the rest home to fuck til they rot. PS Check Vinyl’s house’

As she was tossing the twins into the cart, each squeaking when they landed, she turned to suddenly see a stallion staring at her wide-eyed. Oh. She had lost track of time and it was actually morning, ponies starting to wake up and do their daily chores. Well this was awkward.

14. Applejack Racks Up The Points

“Oh hay Mister Breezy,” Applejack said casually when she recognized the stallion staring at her, “Sales goin’ okay? … oh this? This ain’t what it looks like, come on over and see.”

The stallion crept a few more feet over only to immediately be tackled by Applejack, bowled over onto his back, the crazy mare straddling him right there in the middle of the street. Suddenly he found Applejack rubbing her bloody cunt against his sheath, and even terrified the stallion couldn’t keep his cock from pouring out of its home at the grinding of sopping wet pussy.

“Stallions are pathetic,” Applejack chuckled, “Here ah am about ta murder ya right here, and yer getting a boner still. Well ah guess at least yer cock is gonna die happy, even if you ain’t.”

She slipped herself down onto the throbbing shaft, clenching and milking it inside her pussy, enjoying the stretch of a cock in her after a long day of murdering mares. She was treated to yet another new amazing feeling, doing somepony right there in public, not even bothering to look around to make sure no one else was seeing this. Instead she just laughed as she pulled out some wire she had stored in the cart in case this happened, tying his cock off tightly even as she continued to ride him.

If there was any doubt as to what she was doing, it vanished when she said “Fuckin’ stallion, good for nothin’ but stuffin’ mah cunt and dying fer my pleasure. Now FUCKIN’ DIE!”

Before he could respond, she twisted his neck about, cracking it with a loud snap, then dropping his head to grin down at him as blood began to pool in his muzzle. She slammed her hips down on him hard, drooling and splattering fresh gore on his body from hers, and grinning widely as she watched him choke on his own blood.

She came herself on his cock just as his deathgasm was storming through his body, drenching his throbbing fuck stick in her cunt sap, moaning loudly before jerking herself off his shaft and turning around, a content smile on her face as she relaxed and her urine splattered his dead face.

She took a relaxed breath before her eyes rose up to see Mayor Mare staring at her with her jaw dropped open. Applejack was up in a blast, chucking Breezy into the cart like a sack of beans before grabbing a knife from said card and rushing the Mayor. Seconds later, she had split the mare’s throat open and was guzzling the blood right from the tap, allowing the rest to flow down her body as she masturbated eagerly while the mare shivered to a stop.

Applejack was about to happily rush the nearest pony when she realized that there were in fact about half a dozen ponies staring at her now from all different directions. Yeah she wasn’t gonna be able to take care of that many witnesses, and now that it was known that she was doing that, Celestia could likely find her no matter where she went, so there was no point in running.

Oh well! May as well commit as many murders as she could before she was tackled and dragged off to be tortured.

“Hay you!” She rushed Derpy, who happened to have her daughter Dinky partly hiding behind her. “Lemme take care of that little rape-baby of yers fer ya.”

Derpy tried to move into Applejack’s way, but Applejack was too fast, suddenly darting the other way. She rammed the knife into Dinky’s throat, tearing a large gash and sending the foal collapsing. She then ran on leaving Derpy to watch her offspring spit blood and choke to death.

Grinning at the sound of Derpy’s sobs of despair behind her, she didn’t find anypony else that was very close, but it looked like a few ponies had decided they could stop her from hurting anypony else.

Thunderlane swooped down at her from the sky, only to get stabbed right in the balls in passing, one testicle ripped free, causing him to shriek and slam into a nearby building. Applejack was on him in an instant, dragging her blade up along his front to open his gut, then turned him over and shook him until most of his organs slid out onto the ground.

She ran back to where Derpy was wailing over a now-dead Dinky, cradling her in her arms. Applejack slid to a stop right in front of them, turned her flank about, and started pissing on the filly’s corpse with her still being held by Derpy. Needless to say, Derpy did not approve, but in her anger wasn’t very tactful, so when she lunged at Applejack she was kicked in the head and knocked back. Applejack moved to pin Derpy again the edge of a building, then kicked her head hard with both hind hooves, cracking her neck and leaving her to suffocate on blood as her foal had.

Seeing a police pony in a distance, Applejack ducked into an alley, racing towards the other side of the building. She skidded to a stop when she found Berry Punch slumped onto a crate, passed out from her usual drunken state. She woke up quickly when Applejack broke her wine bottle and used it to stab out the screaming pony’s eyes then jabbed it into her neck and twisted before running again.

She slid out from the alley right in front of Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. “Hi!” she blurted out.

“What?” Diamond rolled her eyes, “Get away from me, you smell.”

“Good news!” said Applejack, “The Crusaders are all dead! Bad news! I’m gonna kill you too!”

She tackled Silver to hold her down with her weight, slicing Diamond’s neck and allowing the blood to spray over a now screaming Silver. Applejack did Silver the same favor, racking up the points.”

“Nooo!” screeched a voice nearby, Nurse Redheart.

She backed away as Applejack rushed her but wasn’t fast enough to avoid Applejack cutting her throat deeply. For good measure, Applejack then pushed her against a tree for leverage and kicked the gagging pony’s head until it came off and rolled down the street.

Hmmm that was a nurse, she might be near the… hospital!

Applejack rushed into the front door of the hospital. Blossomforth was seated in the waiting area, and squeaked as she was tackled and stabbed repeatedly about her throat. The other patrons ran, but Applejack was able to tackle Rumble as he ran towards the door.

“Bad news Rumble,” Applejack told him, “I just murdered your brother a few minutes ago. Also bye!”

Applejack gutted the screaming child, throwing his gut spilling corpse at the doctor that tried to come to his aid. The colt’s entrails hanging on his face was enough to distract the doctor so that Applejack got her blade across his throat as well.

Applejack then ran back to the patient area. Going door to door, she ran into each room, sliced the throats of the occupants, and ran out to go to the next room. There must have been something going around because most of the beds were full of juicy victims: Cloudchaser, Hayseed, Flitter, Mister Cake with Miss Cake visiting him…

Just as she had Miss Cake pinned to a wall stabbing her throat and screaming ‘Die Fatty!’, the door burst open, police ponies having finally caught up with her. Applejack laughed at them excitedly, then threw herself at the window, crashing through and falling one story down to the ground.

The glass from the window left her covered in cuts, and falling a story did no favors for her knees, but her adrenaline rush allowed her to move quickly.

Cheerilee and Junebug were sitting on a bench, looking up at the hospital and wondering about the noise from inside, and went wide eyed when Applejack jumped out the window and ran towards them.

“Oh my goodness are you o—“ Cheerilee didn’t get the whole thing out before Applejack was slicing her neck apart, laughing manically.

Junebug screeched and ran for it, and Applejack realized how tired she was getting as she strained to catch up. Just as she finally tackled Junebug, Applejack felt someone tackle her as well. They reached to wrestle the blade away from her, but were an instant too late to stop her from reaching her head around and slicing Junebug’s throat as well.

As the knife rattled across the street away from her, she still turned around, determine to keep assaulting as long as she could. Her attempt was cut short as several hoofs slammed down on her head, and suddenly it felt like a crowd had gathered around and was stomping her head in.

Applejack panicked, worried that the angry mob might kill her on the spot rather than her being properly tortured, but there was nothing she could do as she blacked out.

Applejack woke up lying on a cold mat in a musty room. She still had blood caked in her fur, and from how very dry it was, she figured she’d been there for almost a full day at least. She tried to wait for her eyes to adjust to the dim light so she could see where she was, but they didn’t adjust; it seemed the room was devoid of any light sources at all.

She breathed a sigh of relief that she hadn’t been murdered before being properly tormented, though her head was still throbbing a great deal.

She felt about her cell, finding cold floors of jagged stone with a small bit of hay strewn about. The only other ‘furniture’ in her cell was the chamber pot, which she checked for any contents but was disappointed to find none. She found the door, which seemed to be made of cast iron. She traced her hoof along the door and felt along a design that it had there.

They didn’t have anything like this in Ponyville. Applejack guessed that they had already taken her to Canterlot. No doubt after mopping up the corpses she minted in Ponyville, they would have gone to the farm and found the rest of them. The fact that she murdered the other Elements would guarantee that she was questioned, and hopefully tormented, by Celestia herself.

Applejack went back to the bed and sat back on her haunches, patiently waiting for her questioners to arrive. She thought about all the ponies she had killed, but she kept thinking of the names of ponies she’d have liked to kill and didn’t get to, which frustrated her just a little, but she could deal with it she supposed.

The door creaked open finally, light flooding the room and blinding Applejack until she adjusted. When she did, she was looking up at Celestia, who was wearing the most serious face she’d ever seen on a pony.

It was easy to tell from her eyes that Celestia had been crying though, probably only minutes before she came into Applejack’s cell, and as tall as she stood, and as warm as the cell was, Celestia couldn’t keep herself from shivering. Beneath that strong face she was sobbing inside, and it was delicious.

“Applejack,” Celestia stated darkly, “I’m going to give you a chance to speak, and I suggest you choose your words VERY carefully.”

“How many points did ah get?” Applejack asked.

Celestia’s eyes widened. Clearly she had expected Applejack to be intimidated with a goddess coming in to personally question her, and was completely befuddled. Applejack was looking up at her with a soft smile on her face, no different than if she was talking to a friend about the weather.

“Points,” Celestia repeated, “If you are referring to your innocent victims, Applejack, you murdered 29 ponies, seven of which were FOALS.” Spoken as if the word foals should somehow drive Applejack into guilt.

“Huh 29 points ain’t bad,” Applejack tapped her chin, “Ya didn’t count more points fer the foals though? Ah figured they should be worth more points.”

“NO Applejack,” Celestia’s voice echoed, “They are not worth more ‘points’.”

“Some scorekeeper you are,” Applejack complained. When Celestia looked like she might crush her into the size of a pea right then and there, Applejack added, “Now come on, don’t get so mad. Ya know what? Ta prove ah ain’t no monster, ah’ll even help identify which corpses the loose organs go to.”

“Do you not have any remorse, Applejack,” Celestia was either about to explode or sob outwardly. “Your friends, your family, other innocents, foals that had their whole lives ahead of them, brutally cut short by YOU. Doesn’t that bother you, Applejack? Don’t you even care?”

“Oh oh!” Applejack suddenly went off on a tangent as if she hadn’t even paid attention to Celestia’s speech, “Did ya see Scootaloo? The way it looks like she yanked off her own head? That was her idea; creative little bugger wasn’t she?”

“For your sake, Applejack,” Celestia clenched her teeth, “I hope you are under the influence of some dark magic.”

“Would it matter if ah was?” Applejack asked, curious, “Ah mean ah’m the one that murdered yer ‘faithful student’.”

Celestia sighed, almost letting a sob out but pulling her emotions back, “You have no idea what I had planned for her, what she was capable of…”

“Sure ah know what she was capable of,” Applejack said, “She was capable of crying like an infant and beggin fer her life like the little bitch she is… errr was.”

She whole room seemed to flex outward momentarily as just for an instant Celestia lost control of her magic, several cracks forming as stone snapped apart.

“I am going to scan you now,” Celestia’s words were slow and careful, “Applejack. If you are under the influence of dark magic, I will not blame you for what has happened. Assuming the dark magic can be banished from you, you will be given a new identity and allowed to live the rest of your life as another pony so the families of your victims will not murder you.” She paused, “But if I find no dark magic in you…”

“Only one way ta find out, ya dried up ancient cunt,” Applejack peered up at her, smiling and not showing an ounce of fear.

Celestia took a deep breath, “You clearly are possessed, but I am confirming so that we can take action to help you. Please try to keep your mind open; I will be able to tell if you are hiding something.”

There was no doubt Celestia was going to do the full scan and also flip through her memories a bit. Memory reading on that level was illegal without a royal order, not that that affected Celestia. Applejack sighed though. This would prevent her from taking credit for the missing filly scouts that Pinkie had mentioned being involved with too; in fact she would probably run across what Pinkie told Applejack about Pinkie’s accomplices. Sucks to be them. What's more, she was afraid that she might not count Rainbow Dash as a crime either.

All the same, Applejack opened her mind and let Celestia in. She could feedback from Celestia’s own emotions as her mind and very soul were searched for anything that might indicate some sort of possession. She felt Celestia’s despair and rage bearing down on her, and it was enough to make even the most psychotic pony cringe back against the wall.

She could almost feel Celestia flipping through her memory, searching it. She actual seemed to feel bad for Applejack in regard to Rainbow Dash’s death, but immediately tightened down as she searched the memory of her faithful student’s murder. She wanted to torment Applejack, and could have done it at any time, Applejack could tell, but still she held back. Celestia finally seemed to even her emotions out, and after a bit of an emotional twitch upon finding out about the filly scouts, she leveled out again.

Even now though, Applejack could torture Celestia in return though. She continually thought about killing Twilight, letting her sobs and begs of mercy play through her mind again and again. Celestia was forced to revisit the memory between every other memory she sorted through.

After her memories were bared, Celestia searched her soul for any other indications of dark energy. Applejack could feel her grow desperate as she found nothing. Celestia wanted to find something; she didn’t want to believe that Applejack did all this on her own accord. She searched Applejack for hours trying to find something, anything. Guards came in to stand with her when she took so long with Applejack, but none of them dared to break her concentration.

Finally Celestia released, tears streaming down her face and taking a deep breathe.

“There are a number of things that I want you to know, Applejack,” Celestia looked down firmly upon Applejack, “First, we detected a pregnancy inside you during our initial medical exam. The foal was extracted and will be grown in a magical womb, then given to your closest relatives. You can rest assured, that despite your actions, I will ensure that your foal is well taken care of.”

“It’s Big Mac’s,” Applejack mentioned proudly.

Celestia’s face tightened, pointedly refusing to comment on that.

“Secondly,” Celestia continued instead, “You should know that your actions have put all of Equestria in danger. The murder of the other Element bearers, combined with your own betrayal and loss of your Element, very nearly freed Discord from his imprisonment. Even now, I must ward that statue twice daily to make sure he remains contained while we attempt to reconnect to the Elements.”

“Wait,” said Applejack, “So if he gets free, will the ponies he kills also count on mah score since ah was the reason he was freed?”

Again, Celestia ignored her words and continued, “Thirdly, Applejack. I am going to personally torture you to death. And it will not be quick. It will be over many days. Possibly weeks. I will wipe that smile off your face.”

“Yeah we’ll see if you got it in ya,” Applejack challenged her with a grin.

“Um, Princess,” the nearest guard asked carefully, “Will we not have a public trial?”

Celestia turned to the guard and looked like the might snap him in two, causing him to back away, but she relaxed after a few seconds. Clearly not wanting to come across as tyrannical, she explained her actions.

“If we give her a public trial, we will just be giving her a public forum to describe her sins in detail,” Celestia said, “That is exactly what she wants. Besides that, there’s no need for a trial if she is confessing everything she is responsible for. Thank you for voice this though; it is a valid concern.”

“Yeah ah confess,” sighed Applejack. Applejack’s pride for her deeds outweighed her desire for a public forum. She shrugged, “So when does mah ‘torment’ start?”

Celestia glared at her sharply, and Applejack felt Celestia’s magic pick her up, “Now.”

15. Applejack Cheerfully Dooms Equestria

As she was carried deeper into the palace dungeon towards her fate, Applejack felt herself growing moist, and by the time Celestia opened the chamber where she was apparently to be tortured, she was leaving a trail of fun juice from her sopping wet pussy. This was the moment she’d been waiting for, after all.

“Leave us,” Celestia told the guards accompanying her as she walked into the room with Applejack.

“Aw comeon, let em stay,” Applejack asked, “He could eat ya out while ya get yer torture on.” It wasn’t entirely a joke, since most ponies considered Celestia’s personal guard to be more of a harem than an actual guard. Granted, as true as it was, it wasn’t something any sane pony would call her on.

Celestia was unamused still, and as the guard took positions outside the room, the closed the door with a loud clang. She glared at Applejack, “I only allow you to speak so defiantly to me so that your begging for death later will be all the sweeter.”

The room was lit by dim torchlight, but Applejack was envious from what she could see. It was full of all sorts of goodies: racks, iron maidens, an ornate spit roast, a quartering table, and a number of large torture devices that Applejack couldn’t imagine the purpose of. There were also a myriad of tools on the wall, from saws to skinning blades to pliars to spikes. Actually there were a lot of spikes; virtually everything in the room had spikes on it. There was also a potion case with several dozen vials inside, no doubt things to either increase pain or keep the guest of honor alive longer.

“Besides,” Celestia added, “We will have one of the guard joining us not too long from now; he is presently attending a memorial for your victims.”

“Wow there are a lotta spikes in here,” Applejack commented, then asked, “Memorial? Did he know one of the victims?”

“He is Twilight’s brother,” Celestia glared, “And head of my personal palace guard.”

“Twilight’s brother is in yer harem?” Applejack cracked up. “So after torturin’ me together, will the next time he crams yer cunt be really good or really awkward? Or maybe ya won’t wait til yer done?”

“You jest now…” Celestia growled, "But no, we probably won't wait; we'll both be enjoying your screams quite a bit." She walked across the room with Applejack, bumping a few tables in passing in her anger, “I won’t start proper torture yet as I promised him that he could watch if it came down to that, so let’s just get you loosened up.”

“Oh stop tryin’ ta sound like yer all justified,” Applejack chuckled, “As if you haven’t ever hoofed yerself while watching a pony die. Pinkie Pie told me how she ate ya out while you were gettin' yer murder on.”

“Yes, she did. Her tongue was quite a pleasure, in fact," Celestia admitted, but added, "But my victims, Applejack, were only ponies that deserved such a fate, and I dont' think anypony has ever deserved this fate more than you.” Celestia placed Applejack on a cold steel table with wicked spikes on each corner.

"Did Twi know bout that?" Applejack asked curiously.

"Yes, Twilight knew about my victims, and agreed they were deserving," answered Celestia plainly, "Though she declined my invitations for her and Spike to join; she was such an innocent filly." She glared, "She would not raise a hoof to help you, Applejack, were she still alive, so don't even bother trying to make me feel guilty about this."

"Yeah ya didn't give me much to pick at there," Applejack said a bit disappointingly, but then added hopefully “Gonna dope me up so ah’ll really feel the burn?”

“I do not require drugs to do that,” Celestia informed.

Celestia’s horn glowed, and suddenly Applejack’s body was alight with pain, as if the magic was firing off every nerve in her body. Applejack screeched, her body convulsing from the searing torment, which made Celestia smile. The smile vanished however, when she realized the reason Applejack was screaming. The crazed pony was cumming herself so hard that it was practically spraying femme cum on a wall nearly ten feet away, her pussy visibly churning as she rolled her eyes back.

“Fuck yes! More!” begged Applejack.

Celestia indeed did try to turn it up a bit, and managed to a bit, but it only seemed to get Applejack off more. Applejack felt Celestia’s telekinetic grip on her tighten in frustration. Celestia’s frustration seemed to light the whole room up with power, the rattling of steel and chains heard all around them now.

Then suddenly, there was a loud crash behind Celestia as one of the tables she had bumped fell over and spilled all its metal tools onto the floor with a loud clattering sound. The sound distracted Celestia, who looked back at it, and just for an instant, Applejack felt Celestia’s hold on her weaken enough for her to move.

And an instant was all she needed for Applejack’s murder instinct to fire off. She grabbed hold of Celestia’s head in her front hooves and put all her weight down onto it, ramming the alicorn’s head downward hard and driving her onto one of the wicked spikes on the corner of the table. Celestia’s horn lit up again, but flickered randomly as the spike stabbed into her throat, slicing through her wind pipe. The bloody tip of the spike protruded out the back of her neck and her eyes went wide in shock.

Applejack, and virtually every other pony, had assumed that Celestia was basically immortal. It never occurred to Applejack that Celestia’s body might be just as susceptible to physical damage as any other pony’s. In fact she had only rammed Celestia’s head down on the spike hoping that it would annoy the goddess and drive her to more extreme torture methods. But no, despite having great magical power and never aging, it seemed like Celestia was not immune to basic damage. Celestia was thrashing about now, blood drooling from her muzzle, eyes wide and gagging for air that she couldn’t seem to pull in.

“Aw hell yeah!” Applejack squealed, “Oh Princess, ah’m gonna cum on yer corpse so fuckin’ hard!”

As if the goddess being murdered by a mud pony wasn’t humiliating enough, Applejack forced a kiss onto her, licking the blood oozing between Celestia’s clenched teeth. When Applejack was obviously about to mount up on her face, Celestia growled and yanked back to keep her from it, tearing her own neck off of the spike, which only served to make a fountain of blood stream from the gaping wound. The goddess tried to call for help, but could only make an indiscernible wail, which the guards outside surely heard, but surely believed was Applejack’s screams.

Applejack jumped off the table, moving towards Celestia as the goddess backed away and crashed into another table. Once she was backed into a corner, Applejack was able to get close enough to get a shower from the gaping throat wound, rubbing Celestia’s blood into her fur as she moved closer. Weakening rapidly and unable to concentrate on her magic due to both the pain of her suffocation and the rage that Applejack was able to do this, Celestia could do nothing to stop this.

“Okay, let’s be fair here,” Applejack chuckled, “You HAVE to be worth more than one point.”

Applejack grabbed hold of Celestia’s head, dodging as Celestia attempted to gut her with the long alicorn horn, but Applejack was alive with arousal and easily dodged the attack. Instead Celestia found her muzzle pressed against Applejack’s cunt, which began grinding against her rather enthusiastically, fluid splattering into Celestia’s eyes as Applejack rolled her hips against her.

“Come on, ya old bag, have a taste,” Applejack moaned, “That’s the same pussy that has came on yer faithful students face probably a dozen times since her gruesome murder.”

Celestia shrieked, her mind lost in endless rage even as her muzzle was forced to push apart Applejack’s labia and pushed into her fuck tunnel, literally forced to face-fuck the pony that was supposed to be her victim. Applejack moaned loudly from the vibrations sent up through her body from the scream, her hip motions speeding up still faster, the smack of her belly against Celestia’s face and the wet squish of the muzzle forced in and out of her juicy cunt echoing through the chamber.

Finally Celestia couldn’t take it. She had lost her student, lost the elements, and completely failed Equestria, the great goddess dying a humiliating death with her killer grinding on her face as she faded. Celestia broke down into sobs, her wails again sending shivers up through Applejack’s pussy, the earth pony shaking violently as she felt Celestia’s movements weaken further. Celestia couldn’t speak, but her eyes stared up at Applejack and begged her to reconsider, begged her to get help, even if help wouldn’t be enough at this point.

“That’s right,” Applejack moaned, “Ah guess Twilight did learn to cry like a bitch from you. Ah imagine if yer throat wasn’t ripped out, you’d be beggin’ fer yer life just like her too, wouldn’t ya? Yer just a fleshy fuckable cum rag in the end, aren’t ya.”

Applejack managed to roll Celestia over onto her back now that Celestia was barely able to move, and managed to pull Celestia’s hind legs up so that she could get to the goddess-cunt while still grinding. She pushed her lips against Celestia’s pussy, feeling it spasm and convulse in time with the princess as she nibbled and licked into the hot tunnel. She was amused to find a hymen; since she knew Celestia definitely wasn’t a virgin, she assumed that the Princess reconstructed it after every go so she could be broken in fresh every time. Applejack envied her a bit for that, but at least she got to enjoy a bit of virgin-ish blood.

“Wow Pinkie was right,” Applejack’s voice was muffled now that her muzzle had been crammed into the goddess, “Yer cunt really does taste like peppermint!... But what’ll it taste like when you’ve been dead a week or a month ah wonder.”

Celestia just shook her head and closed her reddened, tear streaked eyed, as the felt the warm puddle of her own blood deepen around her. She had lasted longer than any other pony would have, but even she needed air to survive, it seemed, and her body began to shiver more violently as she felt death taking her. The goddess gave one last panicked struggle, suddenly faced with her own death after having convinced herself she would live forever, but the struggle was short lived.

“Aw fuck yeah!” Applejack moaned, feeling Celestia fading. Applejack knew by now what a pony felt like right before they bit the big one, “DIE you miserable fuck nugget, just like yer pathetic 'faithful student'.”

Applejack had just murdered a goddess, the ruler of all Equestria, and couldn’t have gotten off any harder had she just murdered a thousand foals simultaneously. The last thing Celestia ever felt was the climaxing cunt of her murderer throbbing around her muzzle. Applejack shook so hard that she got dizzy and nearly vomited. In fact the only reason she didn't is that as soon as she tasted the vomit in her mouth she swallowed the delicious chunks back down.

Just when she thought she couldn’t cum any more, she felt the hot fluid of Celestia’s death piss washing over her face. Her pussy churned as if it were having another orgasm atop the one she was already having, and somehow became so pleasurable that it looped around and felt agonizing instead. For Applejack though, agonizing was just what she loved. She continued to thrust as she guzzled as much of Celestia’s urine as she could, feeling what she couldn’t swallow pour down her body. As soon as the piss stopped, Applejack was cramming her wet muzzle into Celestia’s ass, intending on fishing out any goddess shit that she could.

She was interrupted though by a gasp from the door. She looked over to see Shining Armor having just opened the door to see Applejack drinking the last of Celestia’s urine before cramming her muzzle into the now dead goddess’s tail hole while still grinding against her face. Applejack didn’t even bother to stop grinding or remove her muzzle Celestia’s ass.

“Oh hay,” Applejack’s voice was muffled, “Ah take it yer Twilight’s bro?” She finally pulled free with a smack, visibly rolling a bit of brown gunk about her muzzle as she continued, “Sorry about snuffin’ out yer sis as she wept and begged fer mercy. Ah mean it was a blast and ah came like crazy when she died, but ah ain’t no monster that ah’d be above an apology to her incestuous fuck buddy. Aw and ah just offed yer mistress here too; ah guess you were lookin’ forward to bangin’ you some goddess plot while tha two of you worked on me. Sorry bout that too.”

Shining practically roared as he rushed Applejack, the two guards outside looking in finally as he did so, gasping at what they saw as well. Shining shrieked, “I’m gonna rip you apart with my bare hooves and use your corpse as a toilet until you rot into dust!”

“That’s the ticket!” Applejack grinned..

Applejack loved it when her victims got so angry that they stopped thinking; it always made things easier. As Shining charged her, she pulled her cunt off of Celestia’s muzzle with a squish and turned the dead goddess so that her horn pointed right at the charging stallion. Shining Armor seemed to register what she was about to run into at the last second, screeching to a halt, but still took Celestia’s horn right in his eye, tumbling back with a suddenly gasp of pain and leaving his left eyeball stuck on Celestia’s horn.

Applejack figured she was doomed at this point. Even without an eye, Shining was a match for Applejack in her after-glowing state, and even if she did dispatch him there were two other guards behind him. She was disappointed that she wouldn’t die in complete agony, but she’d take what she could get.

Once again though, it didn’t work as she expected. One of the guards suddenly stopped as well and screamed like a banshee, shaking violently as his body bloated up for no apparent reason. Ceasing his screams only when his neck swelled too much to breathe, the guard’s flesh started to break, steam boiling from inside. His agony finally ended when he exploded into a gory mess all over the torture chamber and the others present.

“Surprise!” a familiar voice chuckled as the steam cleared. It was Discord, "Ooops did I accidentally telefrag somepony? I really need to work on my targeting!"

“No!” Shining turned around, staggering and covering his bloody eye socket with one hoof, “You can’t be here! Celestia cast a spell and…”

“Oh that,” Discord rolled his eyes, “Well it just sort of faded away. At first I thought it was just Celestia’s typical incompetence. I mean face it; she’s so stupid she couldn’t pour water out of a boot with instructions on the heel, but then I felt her life force flickering when I searched for her, and when I popped over… well what a surprise. Applejack? Not pulling your weight with the other Elements?“

“Yeah ah sorta changed my mind on a few key issues,” Applejack commented, casually pushing herself against Celestia’s dead face again, popping the muzzle back into her pussy and grinding. Not only was she rather shameless about doing this, but actually turned herself and Celestia's face a bit, spreading her legs, and making sure the others could see the corpse-muzzle stretching out her soaked pussy.

Discord glanced down to see what the squishy noise was, got an eye full of necro, but then just looked back up and continued to talk as if nothing was amiss “Changed your mind? Does the new one work any better?”

“Ah’m still workin’ out tha kinks,” Applejack admitted.

“Kinks indeed,” Discord smirked before looking back at Shining, “You seem upset. Did the other Elements crack like this one? Your sister too?”

“They’re dead,” stated Shining between clenched teeth, “Killed by this heartless maniac.”

“She managed to kill them all without being stopped?” Discord quirked an eyebrow.

“She killed 29 ponies in total,” Shining grunted, as if that would make Discord take him seriously.

“30 now,” Applejack corrected him, tapping Celestia’s no longer flowing mane as she continued to grind. “Though that don’t count the extra points ah shoulda got since seven of em were foals and one was a goddess. Not to mention three of em were family members, though one was elderly and ah don’t know if that would be points off.”

“Well let’s see,” Discord tapped his chin, “30 base points, then 1 extra per foal or family member, 2 extra per goddess, and minus one half point for the elderly. So 41.5 points.”

“Also fucked mah parents’ corpses, but they were already dead,” Applejack added, then rolled her eyes and admitted, “Though Rainbow’s death was… sort of an accident.”

“Eh, I’ll give you a half point each for the parental guidance and minus one half for the accident,” Discord shrugged, “Just to make it an even 42. That’s my favorite number, you know!”

“Now that’s the kind of scorekeepin’ ah kin deal with,” grinned Applejack.

Shining cleared his throat loudly. “EXCUSE me.”

“Oh right, I was talking to the newly sister-less lad in armor,” Discord turned back to Shining, “Say if your comrade over there fucked you in the ass, would it make him a knight in shining armor?"

"Start taking this serio-" Shining began again, but of course was cut off once more.

"You know with all she did, Equestria’s law enforcement must be about as useful as a knitted condom." Discord commented, "Of course to be fair, it probably wasn’t all Applejack's fault. Though since I had cast the curse on all of them, I’m surprised only one of them went off the edge. I suppose it was the same effect, if I’m free I’m free, but I actually expected Twilight to crack first, I thought I got the best hit on her.”

“Aw…” Applejack was sincerely upset, “Ya mean ah was under tha influence of dark magic? Ah wanted to have done it on mah own…”

“What?” Shining shook his head, “No, that’s not possible. Celestia searched her for literally hours on end and found nothing! She would have found anything like that! How is that possible?”

“Oh please,” Discord rolled his eyes, “Isn’t this the same princess whose magic couldn’t keep me from stealing the Elements? As for how it is possible, I have neither the time nor the crayons to explain that to you.”

“You should give him the answer in a riddle,” Applejack suggested, then moaned a bit as her hips started moving faster.

“Roses are red, violets are blue,” said Discord, “I have five fingers, the third one’s for you.”

“You only have four fingers,” answered Shining flatly, “And that had nothing to do with what I asked.”

“I don’t think he likes ya very much, Shining,” Applejack said, her voice starting to squeak.

Applejack had another climax, moaning up a storm and slamming her wet belly loudly on Celestia’s corpse. Shining clenched his teeth so hard that blood trickled out the corner of his mouth, but Discord just calmly waited as one might for a friend having a sneezing fit.

“Well I wouldn’t say I don’t like him,” Discord finally answered, “But if he was on fire and I had water, I’d drink the water.”

“Don’t get smart with me!” Shining growled.

“As if you’d be able to tell if I was getting smart with anyone,” Discord chuckled, then finally looked over at the other guard.

“W-w-why don’t you just go kill yourself!” the guard stammered helplessly, still standing his ground, though he was quivering so hard that his armor was jingling, not to mention the puddle of piss beneath him.

“If I wanted to kill myself,” Discord replied, “I’d climb up Shining’s ego and jump down to his I.Q.”

“Go, get back up, and Luna,” Shining ordered the guard.

Discord snapped his fingers though, and the guard grunted for a split second before his body literally fell into randomly shaped pieces, none of which was bigger than a square inch in size. His armor stayed intact, but his body just splatted onto the floor, a wave of blood rippling outward as he became a pile of meat.

“Hay!” screamed Applejack, even as she backed herself onto Celestia’s horn, rolling her hips to fuck herself with the goddess-horn, sinking down on it until she felt it pierce her cervix and push up into her womb, “Stop killin’ ponies without any proper torture!” She then added thoughtfully, “Say since ah released ya, do ah get maybe half a point for those two?”

“Don’t be greedy,” Discord tsked, but then offered, “You know if you want I can give you a cock so you can properly have your way with your little goddess fuck-doll over there.”

“Nah,” shrugged Applejack, her hips slowly speeding up again, “Ah like usin’ what ah got; though another thought crossed mah mind.”

“It did, did it?” Discord answered, “It must have been a long and lonely journey.”

“Actually it was a bit terrifyin’,” Applejack didn’t skip a beat, “It’ll probably need therapy.”

Shining must have thought it wise to get backup himself now, as he gritted his teeth and headed towards the door, but was suddenly stopped by Discord’s magic dragging him back in by the tail, closing the door to trap him in the room with them.

“I like you,” Discord admitted to Applejack, “I don’t even have to fuck with your head anymore, even if I remove the curse you’re just naturally amusing now. Though… if you start killing too many ponies that I could be fucking with, I may or may not end up killing you. Oh right; also what was your thought.”

“Well,” Applejack answered, then winked with a bit of a slutty smile, “You could come on over here and we could have a threesome with this dead cunt. Ah’m sure you’d like to stuff the cunt of the bitch that gave ya so much trouble before. Fer that matter, they probably haven’t buried the others yet, you could fuck Twilight and all of em’s corpses.”

Discord disappeared in a flash, before a smaller version of himself poked his head out of Celestia’s still wet cunt, “Actually, I’ve plowed this pussy before, believe it or not. Her and Luna both; we had quite a lot of happy-fun-rape-time back in the day. I really have to tell you about the time me and my buddy Smooze…”

“Fucking damn it Discord!” Shining shrieked, “You could at least have the decency to not desecrate her corpse!”

“Oh it’s suddenly not okay when I do it hm?” Discord hmmphed, spinning around in Celestia’s creamy cunt so that the juice sprinkled outward.

“Ah think he expects it from me at this point,” Applejack said.

“I think he’s mad before he didn’t get to get his back-up,” Discord suggested, “Well just to show that I’m a good sport, I’ll go call for backup for you!”

Discord disappeared with a flash once again, leaving them alone for just a few seconds.

Luna and Cadence were soberly standing just outside the Canterlot morgue speaking to the undertaker, unaware of the fun in the dungeon as of yet. Luna squealed as Discord’s head suddenly popped out of her pussy this time, spinning around there as well. Cadence shrieked when she saw this, and several other ponies passing by just stared on in confusion.

“Oh it’s been so long since I’ve been inside here, I forgot how cozy it was,” Discord playfully batted Luna’s clit about with one hand, “We really need to catch up sometime! Oh also we’re murdering your sister and Shining Armor in the dungeon, you might want to head down there to try and convince us to do otherwise.”

Again he was gone with a flash, leaving Luna and Cadence staring open-mouthed for a few moments before they both galloped off back towards Canterlot palace.

Back in the dungeon, Shining was free from Discord’s magic just for a few moments, so he rushed Applejack once more, likely intending on impaling her fully onto the horn she was fucking herself with. Discord was fast though, and Shining once again found himself frozen with Discord’s magic. He froze close enough that Applejack leaned forward and forced a deep kiss onto him, moaning against his muzzle as she continued. In reality, Applejack herself was having trouble resisting the urge to impale the horn out the back of her womb and into her own gut, but was holding off so far.

“Luna and Cadence should be down here shortly,” Discord informed matter of factually, popping out of the tip of Shining’s shaft now, “Now stop fucking yourself, Applejack, I didn’t invite them down here for no reason. I expect to see you in action.”

“Fucking ouch!” Shining didn’t appreciate getting his cum hole stretched out by the chaos spirit, collapsing on the floor and doubling over as soon as Discord released him from magic.

“Sounds like a plan ta me,” Applejack grinned, pulling herself off of Celestia’s horn with a smack. Shining Armor's eye that had been impaled on the horn came off in her pussy, so she turned about and casually squeezed it out so that it plopped across Shining's face. “Don’t suppose you could fetch Twi’s corpse too could ya?” Ah wanna make this goon fuck it.”

Discord snapped his fingers, and a large number of body bags poofed into existence, all zipping open and spilling their contents onto the floor in a rather large pile. It was the corpses of every pony she had killed from her friends to the random citizens that died in her public stabbing spree. Actually... there were a dozen very decayed foal corpses in filly scout uniforms too, covered in dirt as if they'd just been yanked out of the ground. The corpse pile was quite foul, the smell billowing out into the rest of the room.

Discord popped back to the center of the room with the pile, back to his normal size, There, I even made the dicks hard for the ones you didn't. Though... some of these look a bit… ripe. Did you want me to preserve them a bit better?”

“Oh no, please don’t,” Applejack shook her head, calmly going over to the pile and digging through it, “Ah want em to rot so ah'll get ta fuck em in all tha various stages of decay. Ya know, make this an educational experience fer mahself. Ah finally!”

She found Twilight’s corpse, though the ‘finally’ wasn’t about finding it. It was about Applejack noticing the maggots now crawling through what was left of her brain, then pushing a testing hoof into the stiff pussy and finding plenty of crawlers there too. She grinned as she dragged the infested corpse over to a now terrified looking Shining. As she was heading back, she stepped on Aloe and Lotus, both of which squeaked. Discord giggled.

“Yeah, mah own little rubber duckies,” Applejack commented.

“I never had rubber duckies,” Discord poofed over and started squeezing them both repeatedly just to hear them squeak, “The only bath toys anypony gave me were an iron and a toaster.”

Just in time, there was a banging on the door, the frame seeming to warp as if powerful magic was being used to try and pull it open. Discord snapped his fingers, the door flying open to reveal the panicked faces of Luna and Cadence, with half the castle’s guard probably behind them. Discord motioned with one hand, and Luna and Cadence were jerked right off their hooves and tossed into the dungeon with them, face-planting on the cold stone floor. The other guards attempted to enter, but found that they could not.

Discord has put up a force field so that they could not get in, though he didn’t shut the door so that they could see what was happening within.

Applejack couldn’t believe it. Every time she thought it was over, and that things couldn’t be any better than they had been, she was proven wrong. She had actually gotten to murder Celestia, and now was going to get to put down the other alicorns as well, not to mention Twilight’s brother.

“Ah am so fuckin’ wet right now,” Applejack panted.

“Well don’t keep us waiting then!” Discord motioned towards the three new victims, “There’s seven more points waiting for you to snatch up!”

16. Applejack Gets A Makeover

Luna shrieked as she finally saw her sister’s lifeless face twisted permanently in her last look of despair. She literally bowled Shining and Applejack out of her way as she rushed to Celestia’s side, stomping on Twilight as well, maggots bubbling up in Twilight’s muzzle when her juicy contents were shifted about.

“Sister no!” Luna shook Celestia violently. Then, despite how very dead she obviously was, Luna put her ear to Celestia’s chest, not hearing a sound other than the shifting of coagulating blood when the body was moved. “No! No! No! We were finally together again! NOOOO!”

Cadence ran instead to Shining, tears rolling down her face as she saw his missing eye, hugging him close and putting herself between him and Applejack as if to protect him. “Oh no no, What have they done to you? Shining are you okay?” She turned back towards Applejack and Discord, “Y-you two stay away from him! Just let him go and take me, you can have me in any way you want if you let him go.”

“N-no!” Shining shook his head, “No sweetie, you don’t have to do that! I should be the one doing that!”

Applejack sat back up, covering her muzzle and snorting with laughter, while Discord outright rolled around the floor laughing at Luna’s dismayed antics. He then rolled over to Twilight, punching the corpse in the stomach, which caused a few maggots to shoot up from her muzzle to land on Cadence’s muzzle. Cadence looked at the maggots cross-eyed before looking for their source and…

“Oh no No NO!” Cadence squealed, “I-is that Twilight?!” She had known Twilight had been killed, but that didn’t prepare her to see Twilight’s body, or the vermin crawling through what was left of her brain matter, visible through the hole in her crushed skull.

“What, don’t you recognize your old pal?” Discord teased Cadence.

“You’re monsters!” screeched Luna, cradling her dead sister’s head, trying to wipe the cunt juice off Celestia’s glassy stare. “Y-you’ve… you defiled her!” She glared up at Discord then over to Applejack.

“Oh I haven’t defiled her yet,” Discord informed her Luna, “I want to watch a bit before I get involved, maybe.” He leaned over and traced a hand gently down one side of Luna’s face, “Or would you rather me jump in right away? Eager for another go for old time’s sake?”

“Oh go ahead and get yer rape on with Luna,” Applejack assured Discord, “May as well be efficient; make her eat out Celestia while yer at it.” She turned to Shining, speaking to him as if he were a willing accomplice, “Then you kin fuck Twi’s corpse while ah murder yer sweetie there.”

“Why the fuck would I cooperate with you, monster?” Shining blurted out.

“Oh come on,” Applejack rolled her eyes, “It’s not like this will be the first time bein’ balls deep in yer sister. Ya gonna pussy out cause of some maggots?” She then looked over, “Discord?”

Discord started to reach a hand over to tap Shining on the head to magically make him more cooperative with the incestuous corpse-fucking, but then paused. He looked over at the guards still at the door, who were desperately trying to get through the force field still as they watched things progress inside.

“You know what?” said Discord, “Fuck efficiency. Let’s put on a show for everypony, not just these boring palace guard.”

There was a bright flash, and suddenly the entire group, psychos, victims, and corpses alike, were suddenly outside in the bright light of day, right in the middle of Canterlot square no less on a large circular stage. The corpse pile was in the center of the stage, with the living individuals, Celestia, and Twilight in front of it and three holographic projections on three other sides of the stage so everyone could see the same action. Presently Luna, Shining, and Cadence were neatly tied up with rope, forelegs held tightly against their sides and hind legs tied together.

The ponies in the square at the moment looked at the sudden addition in confusion, and most of them started to run off when they saw Discord, not to mention the large pile of pony corpses center stage, which they did not care to be added to. Discord snapped his fingers though, and not only did the runners skid to a stop and turn around, but ponies began coming out of stores and houses as far as they could see and slowly began to gather around the stage to act as their captive audience.

“Awesome!” Applejack looked over the audience, “Murderin’ ponies in front of a huge crowd. This just keeps getting’ better and better!”

“Calm your tits, Applejack,” Discord said, “The first part of the show is going to be mine. A comedy act!”

“Comedy act?” Applejack was a bit confused.

“Yes, it’ll be like a stand-up comedy act!” Discord explained, “But instead of telling jokes, I’m going to brutally rape Luna. It’ll be hilarious!”

“Could be,” Applejack nodded, “Ah get tha next part though.”

Applejack moved off to the side for the time being, digging through the corpse and tugging her brother free, plopping the stiff corpse onto his back on the stage. She dug some more until she found Rainbow’s hindquarters, and finally gave up finding her front half for the moment, dragging what she had over to Big Mac.

Even if she wasn’t part of the first act, the possessed crowd still cheered when she straddled Big Mac and slid herself down onto his cold hard shaft, his body squishing a bit more beneath her now that it was a bit infested as well. She moaned at the familiar chill of dead cock inside her, then lifted Rainbow Dash’s rump up as well. Maggots were crawling about what was left of her inside, so Applejack dumped maggots over herself, feeling them ooze and crawl over her body. She then began to eat Rainbow out, finding her pussy not entirely dry, but lubricated up with maggots and puss, which she hungrily slurped from her dead lover’s snatch. She continued this as she kept one eye on Discord’s ‘show’ as well.

Discord snapped his fingers, making Luna’s bonds disappear. Luna started to dart for it, but just as she tried to spread her wings, they vanished with a flash, and suddenly Discord was using one of them like a paper fan. Luna knew that if she attempted to run through the crowd, she’d be gang-raped anyway, so she sighed, turning to face Discord and standing as proudly as she could despite her imminent humiliation.

“Great!” Discord clapped his mismatched hands together, “Ready to play the rape game?”

“No,” countered Luna simply, face clenching with annoyance as the crowd somehow found her answer funny.

“That’s the spirit!” Discord said, the crowd cheering him on , “Now unfortunately, there is some bad news. Celestia isn’t entirely available to be raped.” The crowd aww-ed. “But there’s good news! Because the reason is that she’s dead as dirt!” A cheer. “That’s not to say we won’t fuck her; she has quite a lot of being fucked in her future, I just don’t know if you can truly call it rape when she can’t squirm or say no.”

There was another bout of hearty laughter, which made Luna’s face tense up until it looked like she might pop.

“It’s just as well that that old biddy is dead,” Discord shrugged, “After all, Luna is so much better at the rape game than Celestia. While Celestia has just spent a thousand rape-less years here in Equestria, Luna has been on the Moon. And I happen to know that the Nightmare Forces that live there are quite…. rapey. I mean after that long, you’re a pro at this!”

Luna’s face went red, but from shame more than anger now as her head lowered and a hint of tears formed in her eyes. “Shut up.” She said under her breath, intending only Discord to hear, but the voice was magnified and the crowd laughed at her again.

Discord stroked the side of Luna’s face, “So what do you think Luna? Did Celestia banish you there without realizing that she was dooming you to a thousand years of nearly constant rape? Or do you think she did know, and stayed up at night masturbating as she thought about how literally fucked you were.”

The crowd laughed and jeered, their shouts ringing in Luna’s ears as she was called rape-slut, cum bag, and everything else by the crowd. Ponies screamed for Discord to hurry and rape her, that they wanted to see her squirm and sob. Then she felt Discord’s hand grab her tail, turning her plot around to face him, his other claw moving between her thighs and firmly rubbing at her tightly clenched slit, then the first claw moving further and massaging at her breasts as well, tweaking at her nipples and sliding back and forth between them.

“No!” Luna screeched and kicked back to push Discord away, though her hooves just bounced off with a comical ‘boing’ sound, “I swore I would never be defiled like that again! Never again!” She attempting to throw him back with her magic, but when she attempted to use it there was only a throbbing pain in her head as she found her horn no longer there. She looked back at Discord to find him picking his teeth with it, holding it in one foot as his hands continued to molest her.

“Well unless you think a mud-pony like you can best me in a one-on-one,” Discord chuckled at Luna, “I think defiled is all you’re going to be from now until the day you die. Though that day could be today, so maybe you won't have to deal with it for too long.”

“Won’t stop then either,” Applejack pointed out, still bouncing on her brother’s dead cock and gnawing on a mouthful of maggots from Rainbow’s cunt as she watched. She waited a few seconds before adding “Hay! How come they don’t laugh or cheer when ah say something fucked up?”

“Maybe they’d cheer more if I was fucking your corpse,” Discord suggested.

Applejack grunted, “Aw shut up, yer just getting’ mah hopes up.” The crowd laughed at that one, so Applejack felt a bit better.

Discord looked back to Luna, “But she did make a good point.” Then smirked as he added, “Also Luna, I couldn’t help but notice; it seems that I’m still stroking your clenched up, unwilling pussy and groping those hot little crotch boobs of yours, and it appears that there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“Please,” Luna clenched her eyes shut, trying not to cry, but the tears rolled out anyway, “Not this, not here. I’ll be your slave in any other way just not this. At the very least have the decency to rape me in private. Can I at least get that?” As she choked on a sob, the crowd was practically rolling on the ground laughing. It didn’t help that no matter how softly she tried to speak, her voice boomed over the crowd.

“Whoa now Luna,” Discord hmmphed, “This is my show, stop being funnier than me!”

“Enough foreplay!” Applejack complained, partially-chewed maggots drooling from her muzzle, “Time ta put that rape-hole back in use!”

Discord wormed up atop Luna, who even then did her best to stand tall and proud, not wanting to show him her broken spirit, yet she couldn’t stop crying as he pushed his face aside hers, “You know I always liked your sobs the best Luna; I’m glad she didn’t off you before I got to have another go at you.” His tail pushed her hind legs wide apart, holding them apart with his legs as his feet rubbed into her breasts enjoying how the fleshy orbs squished a bit against him. He then turned her face towards him and kissed her deeply, turning both of them a bit to make sure the crowd was going to get to see a good view of penetration.

The rather dark attitude would have persisted if not for the fact that when Discord whipped out his cock, it looked like a tiny version of himself, which wriggled about and giggled as it pried open her clamped cunt lips with its little hands and then wormed its way inside. Soon it was twirling about inside her, dragging its little scratchy claws along her sensitive insides with each turn of its little body and every thrust of Discord’s hips.

“It’s a bit dry in here,” observed mini-Discord, “This plainly pleads to have her purple princess pussy properly plundered.”

“Ha, you think it’s dry in there?” another mini-Discord sprang from his crotch, and started to pry open Luna’s tailhole as well, forcing its way inside without making any effort to lubricate the poor pony’s shit hole. It forced it's way in with a lewd little pop, and soon little claws were dragging about inside there as well, causing her to grunt and do her best to push him out. They slid deeper with each thrust, defiling her more and more, and slicing up the insides as they went.

When Luna looked away from the jeering crowd, Discord turned her face back to look at them, then snapped his fingers to remove her eyelids as well so that she couldn’t shut out the humiliation. Suddenly Discord also had a great many more hands, which she could feel stroking all over her body, mockingly petting and massaging her luscious form, starting to milk her breasts firmly enough that the began to leak slightly. She started to tremble more, her knees buckling as she stared out at the audience enjoying the sight of her raping so much. She clenched her teeth harder, doing everything she could to remain standing proud, but there was nothing she could do; she was finally pushed over the edge and lowered her head, no longer holding it in as she sobbed hopelessly. The crowd loved this, roaring with laughter as she broke down for their amusement.

“Oops, I almost forgot,” Discord waved a hand, telekinetically dragging Celestia’s limp corpse across the stage, plopping it down in front of Luna with hind legs spread and corpse-cunt displayed, “I think you know what to do with that.”

“No!” Luna screeched, even as her face was pushed down towards her dead sister’s pussy,

“Oh please,” Discord rolled his eyes, “I happen to know that you two had no qualms about eating one another out; I distinctly remember busting in on you a few times back in the day. What is it with you ponies? As soon as someone is a cold dead corpse, you suddenly don’t want to get it on with them anymore. You know it’s mean to be prejudice against ponies because of their health disorders.”

As if it wasn’t hard enough having to eat out her dead sister, Discord then snapped his fingers, Celestia’s body suddenly aged rapidly, stiffening up and then starting to sag a bit as maggots and insects spontaneously ate away at her insides.

Luna shrieked at the sight of this, only to have Discord shove her muzzle down into Celestia’s snatch. The juicy corpse pussy stretched a bit stiffly over her muzzle as it was pushed within, and Luna could feel maggots and corpse beetles crawl over her snout. She kept her muzzle shut, or tried to until Discord’s magic grasped her tongue and pulled it out into the raunchy puss hole, forcing it to pull in a muzzle full of squirming rot.

Luna vomited from the stench and taste, much to the delight of her audience, body heaving, Celestia’s belly swelling up slightly more as her sick was forced deep into the rotting tunnel and spilling out into Celestia’s gut. Discord grinned as he telekinetically stirred up the mixture within Celestia before forcing Luna to gulp the blended horror down again. She couldn’t hold it in for long, and soon she was in a horrifying cycle of slurping up the vomit, maggots, and puss-oozing bits of flesh, hurling them back up into the corpse, then starting again.

“As fun as that looks,” said Applejack, “Ah hope ya return Celesticorpse to her previous state when yer done. I sorta like watchin’ mah victims rot slowly.”

“Applejack, you are the most malcontent psycho I’ve ever met,” Discord rolled his eyes, “Fine, fine, I’ll get to it sometime I’m sure.”

For the moment Discord returned to ramming the fallen princess’s holes full of little Discords. Her pussy had gotten a bit juicy by this point whether she wanted it to or not, and the ‘cock’ pushing into her there had used his little claws to pry open her cervix as well, pushing himself still deeper inside. Discord then started to take ridiculously long thrusts, each outstroke pulling back til there was only an inch inside of her, then pushing forward all the way, the little one pushing all the way through to her womb and then winding about inside until her belly swelled to near-pregnancy size.

Likewise, the little one in Luna’s ass forced its way deeper as well, little claws digging through the royal shit in her intestines as it pushed deeper, fecal goodness oozing out of her ass around the penetration as it was displaced. It wound right up through her digestive track, up through her stomach, and right up into her throat. Luna gagged violently, her head still held in her sister’s cunt as she literally vomited up a brick of her own thick, creamy shit, which mixed into what she was being forced to ingest as the little Discord popped out of her mouth and giggled. Then with each outstroke her belly was forced full of disgust, then pushed out through her nose and mouth with each instroke.

On top of that, the hands massaging her breasts shifted into little Discord heads themselves, starting to suckle delicious mare milk from her nipples and kneading her breasts like kittens, though kittens with very sharp claws. Soon enough her breasts were sliced and bloody too, teeth digging into her sensitive tit flesh and nursing out as much blood as milk now.

Applejack worked her way closer to them upon seeing this, moving her muzzle to lap around the penetration points at Luna’s plot and slurping up the stringy chunks of fecal matter that backwashed out of Luna. Discord reacted to this by giving Applejack more of what she wanted, his tail looping around her neck and jerking her away from Luna’s plot hole only to shove her muzzle into his own ass. She mmm-ed, opening her mouth wide in anticipation of what she hoped was coming, stretching him a bit in the process, then rolled her eyes back as a thick brick of solid shit was forced down her throat, smacking loudly and rubbing it around her mouth with her tongue. He followed this up with a juicy spurt of diarrhea that tasted like it had been left out in the sun to rot for a few days, noisily exiting him so quickly that Applejack couldn’t guzzle it fast enough, instead running down her face and chest.

Applejack rubbed it into her fur, down into Big Mac’s fur, and into her pussy even as she continued to bounce on her brother. She pulled her head back and allowed the last bit to slop into Rainbow Dash’s hind end, mixing with the puss and maggots already there like a big delicious bowl of soup. Shining and Cadence didn’t seem to appreciate all this as much, both vomiting as well. Applejack almost squealed in delight as they did so though, quickly pushing Rainbow towards them as well and catching most of their sick in the delicious mixture before turning it up like a bowl of pudding and guzzling it down, stopping every few gulps to gargle the brownish-greenish-redish mess, letting bits of it drool down her face. She creamed herself rather violently on her brother’s shaft on top of all this.

Discord was impressed, “Okay, I think that’s the record for most disgusting thing eaten without vomiting immediately after.”

“Ya better fuck me before this is over too,” Applejack licked her lips and winked at Discord, “Cause ah think ah might be startin’ ta love you.” Not that she didn’t still love Rainbow, whose cunt she immediately went back to eating out; Applejack had enough love to go around.

Discord chuckled at Applejack, “Well that’s something I usually have to possess ponies to get them to say. Actually even possessed, I don't think anypony has said that to me since Twilight.”

“Twilight?” asked Applejack.

“Oh yes,” said Discord, “I raped her like half a dozen times last time I was out, it was after you guys had taken off though. I made her say all sorts of wonderful things under threat of an agonizing death.”

“Oh right, shoulda figured that,” said Applejack, “Given that ya raped me too." She chuckled, "Actually pretty funny in hindsight, specially when ya raped me and Big Mac together. Guess ya prolly got all of us.” She hmmmed, "Why didn't ya rape Applebloom?"

“I got my little Discord inside half of Ponyville,” Discord reminisced, “It was a fun day.” He grunted, "And Applebloom was on my to-do list, but you little hobos insisted I get stoned with you before I got to her. I don't think I got to fuck any foals that day."

"Oh yeah, sorry bout that," Applejack actually sounded really apologetic, "Woulda been awesome to watch... wanna fuck her corpse to make up fer it?"

“Ask me again later,” Discord shrugged, then leaned forward again to stroke Luna’s cheek, “Why can’t you be more like Applejack, Luna? I mean I figured turning you into a dirty mud pony would have made your stomach a bit stronger.”

“For crying out loud fucking cum and finish already!” Luna managed to screech before her muzzle was flooded with shit, puss, vomit, and gore again. She was trying to run now in desperation, but going nowhere as her hooves just dragged against the stage as she tried to run. Her cunt and ass were bleeding from the abuse, insides sliced up with little claw marks all the way from her cunt to womb and ass to mouth. Her body convulsed with each long thrust through her system, make a long slippery suction noise with each thrust.

Finally Luna went completely limp, no longer bothering to resist. Her fore legs slumped, hind legs keeping upright and spread wide for her rapist. She even intentionally massaged his shafts as they dragged through her pussy and ass, milking them in an effort to have him finish more quickly. Her hips rolled in time with him, pressing her plot against his crotch before pushing her breasts against the suckling monstrosities nursing them.

“There we go!” Discord grinned and patted the broken pony’s head, “Little Luna learned her place, or remembered it.”

Luna was rewarded for remembering her place by Discord suddenly unleashing his orgasm. Luna gagged, her body bloating up as the little Discords vomited wave after wave of hot sperm into her body. Luna groaned before opening her mouth wide, cum spraying out of her mouth and nose like a fire hose, washing across the crowd, who laughed happily as they let the shower of cum cover them. Suddenly cum was pouring from every part of her. It poured out her ears, drooled back out around the penetration points, even splurted from her breasts. She even started to weep and sweat cum, her whole body burning with it. When it was over, the still gagging Luna collapsed atop Celestia in exhaustion.

Discord finally withdrew from the shivering pony’s rear entries and grinned up at Luna’s face, “So have I properly broken you Luna?

“Y-yes Sir,” Luna said in a hollow voice. “I’m a cum dumpster for you or anyone you wish from now until the day I die.” Luna sounded like she’d been through this before.

“And your sister?” Discord asked.

“I only wish the stupid cunt’s death had been more painful,” Luna said, though her eyes said the opposite. This was the part she hadn’t been through before.

“Let me see you get a belly full then without throwing up,” Discord told her, “Prove to me what a good little slut you are.”

Luna’s face twisted in disgust, but she leaned down to slurp the mixture from her dead sister’s gaping cunt. The mixture had been blended up by continually being swallowed and choked back out, and now had streaks of white in it as well from splattered cum. Luna heaved after the first bite, but held herself well enough and didn’t throw up. She gave an unconvincing mmmm to pretend she liked it before slurping up more. She even rubbed her behind against Discord as she did this, making the mini-Discords giggle, and spread her legs out when Discord reached back in to massage her breasts again.

“Ah think she’s doin’ extra credit,” smiled Applejack, “She's hopin’ you won’t let me snuff her godly life out.”

Discord patted Luna’s bottom as she continued to eat out her sister. “There’s a good mud pony, but it’s Applejack’s turn to take center stage now, so you go out into the crowd and fuck every stallion you can until I call for you again.”

“Yes sir,” Luna grimaced, looking out into the crowd at all the grinning stallions now eager for a turn with her. There were even a few non-possessed stallions that had wandered up and decided to stay when it looked like they might get to ram their throbbing cocks into the ex-princess. At least she wouldn’t have to swallow maggots and shit for a bit, “Um sir,” she carefully added, “May I have my wings and horn back.”

“Oh right, I do normally give those back after a while,” Discord said, “But really what do you need them for?”

Discord floated Luna’s disembodied wings and horn over to her, waiting for her to reach for them before chuckling and pulling them away. Suddenly they floated towards Applejack instead. Applejack wasn’t paying much attention as she had found Rainbow Dash’s top half and was busily grinding against her lover’s face, but she certainly noticed the stabbing pain in her head as the horn's blunt end struck her head. Her skull creaked noisily then fractured with a loud pop, allowi Discord to stuff the horn into her head. Likewise gaping holes were ripped into her back, the wings pressed into them as the bone was welded into place.

Applejack shrieked at the severe pain, though it was apparently a good shriek as she came herself in the process, giving the maggots in Rainbow Dash’s muzzle more gooey stuff to wriggle through as her fuck juice puddled there. She finally blinked, looked up at her horn, then turned her head to look at her wings. Luckily it seemed they faded into her color scheme as well, so she didn't look entirely tacky. In another flash, Applejack was suddenly wearing a long royal cape, a crown, and a scepter shaped like her own head at the top.

“Uh, am ah a princess?” Applejack blinked, then asked worriedly, “Luna still counts as 3 points when ah kill her, right?” She sounded like she'd go back to being an earth pony if it meant she'd get more murder points.

“Oh I guess so,” Discord shrugged.

“WHAT?” Luna gasped, forgetting to pretend to be submissive for a moment, “You can’t just make some psycho an alicorn for no reason!”

“Shut up ya muck muncher,” Applejack cracked Luna over the head with her scepter, sending her head back to the stage floor, “It’s mah turn ta be center stage.” As Luna stumbled from the sudden jolt to the head, Applejack turned around and bucked her right in the face, busting her nose and sending blood drooling down her face before she flew backward and landed in the crowd.

“Applejack you can’t just—“ Luna started to say as she landed, only to have a random stallion grab hold of her head and ram his cock right down her throat. Suddenly she was gagging on one thick cock even as two more stallions took up positions behind her to get their rape on in her cunt and ass. She was surrounded by stallions, and even some dyke mares wanting a go at her. She wasn’t likely to be able to say anything until she was pulled out of the crowd, if she ever was.

“Muck muncher?” Discord chuckled, “Oh that’s so adorable; you’ve been a princess all of sixty seconds and you’ve already learned to be racist against your former species.”

“Maybe mah first act as ‘princess’ should be to genocide my former species just to be sure,” suggested Applejack, though it was unclear what she wanted to be sure of.

“But then who would do all the hard labor?” asked Discord, “Not to mentions unicorns and pegasai wouldn't have any inferior races to take out their frustration on when I annoy them too much."

“Eh, valid enough point,” sighed Applejack, "And ah suppose killin' thousands at once wouldn't really have the same enjoyment as one atta time."

“Oh cheer up,” Discord patted her head, “Plenty of other races to murder off.”

“Yeah ah suppose there are,” Applejack grinned as she thought about it, “Griffons and zebras and… ah’m sure ah kin find a few more. Anyway, time fer mah turn on stage!”

“One second,” Discord waved for her to pause.

“Uh, okay?” asked Applejack, “One second til what?”

“This chapter is long enough already,” explained Discord, “Let’s do some more next chapter.”

“Say what now?” Applejack quirked an eyebrow.

"I think we should name the chapter we just finished 'Applejack Gets A Makeover'," continued Discord, "What do you think?"

Applejack had no idea, so just played along, "As long as the next one is 'Applejack Makes The Cut'."

"I suppose I can work with that," shrugged Discord.

17. Applejack Lives Murderously Ever After

“Okay it’s been long enough,” Discord said, “You can start now.”

“It’s only been a sec- oh whatever,” Applejack shrugged and turned to her victims. “They just better not be too busy rapin’ Luna to cheer fer me.”

“Oh don’t worry,” said Discord, “I don’t think any more than six can get their cute little pony cocks in her at once. The rest will be all ears I’m sure.”

Applejack strutted across the stage, her wings reared up slightly, not having gone below wing-boner status since she got them, as she approached Shining and Cadence, who looked back at her in horror now. She concentrated, trying to drag them to the center of the stage with her magic, but she just earned herself a pounding headache as she didn’t quite have down how to use her magic yet. It was a pleasant headache though, so she kept her horn lit up even as she resorted to dragging each of them to center stage manually.

“Applejack,” Cadence begged as she was dragged, “Don’t forget you’re under Discord’s influence, you don’t have to do this. This isn’t you!”

“Are you kiddin?” Applejack grinned, “This is tha best thang that every happened ta me, and it just keeps getting’ better and better! Ah mean first ah get ta eat Rainbow out as she dies and guzzle her death piss, then ah get ta make Twi die screamin’, then murder mah own family, then tha rest of mah friends, then get ta go on a killin’ spree in Ponyville, then kill a fuckin’ goddess, then BECOME a fuckin’ goddess… and now ah kin rape and kill anypony or anyone ah want.” She glanced at Discord, “Am ah tha goddess OF anythang?”

“I don’t know!” said Discord, “Let’s say you’re the Goddess of Necrophilia.”

“That works!” nodded Applejack, before looking back at Cadence, “Anyway ah owe all this to Discord. He kin possess me or fuck me or kill me in any way he wants as far as ah’m concerned.”

“You’re a bit too willing for my taste,” commented Discord.

“Fuck off,” Applejack told him before dropping Cadence on the stage, “Oh and Discord, could you give Shining the old forehead tap so he’ll fuck Twi?”

“Sure why not,” Discord reached over to Shining.

“Oh no no FUCK NO!” Shining tried to cringe away, but it was no use. As soon as Discord touched his forehead, his eyes swirled about, his bonds disappeared, and he slowly got to his feet and walked over to Twilight, dragging her corpse to center stage too. Suddenly he was all for it, “Time to drown those cunt maggots in cum, Twilly.”

“So Cadence,” Applejack asked as the crowd giggled at the antics on stage, “Yer with Shining right? Did it bother you that he was part of Celestia’s harem? Ah mean if ah hadn’t killed her, he’d have been humpin’ her like there was no tomorrow while she tortured me.”

“H-he was just doing his duty…” Cadence pouted, trying not to look at the crowd or at Shining, “He loved me more than anypony else… he said he…”

“Oh ah’m sure he said a lotta stuff,” Applejack cut her off, “But face it darlin’, ain’t either one of us gonna match up to a goddess with a thousand years of experience in the sack. Ain’t no way he enjoyed yer pussy more than her’s. Plus he’s probably been fuckin’ her for longer than he’s known you.”

“T-that isn’t true,” stammered Cadence, but Applejack could tell she thought otherwise. Being an alicorn seemed to have improved her perception, and Applejack could tell that Cadence was fuming at the very idea of Shining and Celestia, much more at having learned about Shining’s incestuous habits.

Applejack seemed to get a bit more control over her power, and was able to force Cadence to look over at Shining. Shining hadn’t waited to start, drawing cheers from the crowd as he lay Twilight’s corpse out near the edge of the stage, leaning his head down to slurp at the cadaver-cunt, fishing his tongue about inside and scooping out maggots before he swallowed them down and rolled his eyes back. His shaft spilled from his cock and reaching full throbbing hardness within seconds. Yet even then, his body was shaking violently, still completely conscious of what he was doing but unable to stop himself.

“Oh Twilly,” Shining moaned, “Your rotten pussy tastes better than ever. If I’d known it was this good I’d have snuffed you out long ago, maybe back when you were a tight little blank flank so you’d stay tight forever.” He lapped up her belly slowly, moving his body up against her, his throbbing stallion meat nearing its target, “Remember our first time Twilly? Mom and Dad showed us those porn mags, then fucked each other to show us what to do. You didn’t want to at first, but Dad held you down while I broke in that virgin cunt. I must have fucked you for hours that night… as soon as I felt that tight cunt around me I just couldn’t stop, and by the end you had gone from sobbing to moaning for more.” He deeply kissed Twilight’s muzzle, staring into her still horrified looking eyes as he pushed his cock tip to her decaying fuck hole, “Then we fucked practically all day the next day while Mom and Dad were at work… then when they got home, Dad bounced you on his lap while I mounted Mom… the first of so many family orgies.” He sighed, “Such a pity, me and you never made babies for them like they wanted us to.”

Shining kissed her again and pushed himself forward, her pussy squishing grotesquely as she was penetrated, Shining groaning at the feel of crawlers all over his cock, and immediately beginning to thrust hard into her. Her cervix was decayed away, so he easily pushed right into her womb, now a swarming nest of maggots and beetles. She was even a bit warm inside due to her infestation. Shining might could have gotten off without even thrusting, the churning of puss and decay inside her massaging his cock all over, but soon he was plowing her as hard as he could, slowly turning so that his and her plot faced the audience, spreading his legs so they could see his throbbing cock prying open her creamy cunt with each thrust.

“Oh Twilly… “ he moaned, “I only wish I could have helped murder you!” Even as he said and did such perverse things, his eyes were open with a stare of horror at what he was doing, unable to stop himself.

“Oh my…” Cadence started to vomit again, but forced herself not to when Applejack moved in front of her hoping to catch a fresh batch of sick to nom down. Cadence instead looked at the floor, saying almost to herself, “He… he raped his sister… until she ‘liked’ it?”

“Aw come on,” chuckled Applejack, “Every mare needs raped til she likes it at least once in her life. Ya need ta learn what that pussy of yers is fer, sugar cube. Not that ya earned it…”

“E-earned it?” Cadence looked back up into Applejack’s eyes, tears flowing down her face, “What do you mean?”

“Ain’t no secret,” Applejack shrugged, “You were born a stallion right? Before they made ya into a mare so you’d be ‘worthy’ of bein’ an alicorn.”

“S-so what?” Cadence tensed up her face, “That’s none of your business anyway.”

“Ah wonder if that ever bothered Shining when he was plowin’ yer fake pussy,” Applejack pondered. “Knowing, that ya used to have a cock sproutin’ from there.”

“I’m bi,” explained Shining, even as the grotesque squish and slap of his corpse-sex grew faster and louder. “Remember Twilly?” he panted, “Remember the first time you and Mom ate each other out while me and Dad fucked each other up the ass? It was at your eight birthday party…” His cock pulsed within her, all the more from the vermin crawling against it as he did, reducing his sister to nothing more than rotten fuck-meat.

“Well hell,” Applejack chuckled, “Ah think ah might have been the only one not fuckin’ mah family before all this started. Kinda ironic.” She turned away from Cadence for a bit, going instead to drag Big Macintosh over towards Shining and Twilight, “Ah respect a stallion that knows how ta take it up his shitter like a proper faggot though.”

Applejack pushed Big Macintosh atop Shining, pushing Big Mac’s corpse cock against Shining’s ass, lubricated by Applejack’s cunt sap that was still dripping from it, and forced it inside. Shining clenched down on it and moaned, and was soon smacking his plot back and forth, penetrating his dead sister on the in and being penetrated by Applejack’s dead brother on the out. Shining turned his head around to kiss Big Macintosh, lapping some of the maggots out of his mouth as well, wrapping his tail about him and using his own magic to keep the dead stallion balanced atop him. He even stopped to give Applejack a deep kiss, pushing maggots back and forth between their lips.

“Go on now, get to making that pink slut over there scream,” Shining licked Applejack’s nose then went back to his happy corpse plowing. He was practically sobbing himself now, a slave looking through his own eyes at what he was being made to do. “I wanna fuck her corpse too after I’m done filling Twilly’s maggot holes.”

“Shining…” sobbed Cadence, “Snap out of it…”

“Shut up, ya fake-pussied little fagmonger,” Applejack moved back over to Cadence, “Now, what was yer name before you were Cadence? Back before they lopped off yer pride and made ya into a little bitch.”

“Cadence can be a male or female name,” Cadence sighed, “And it wasn’t my pride, I gave up being a sex-crazed idiot to be something more.”

“Such sexism!” commented Discord.

“Says the sex-crazed idiot,” Applejack commented, strolling by him and bumping her plot against his crotch as if to demonstrate.

“Fair enough,” Discord shrugged as both his cocks tried to cling to Applejack as she passed.

“Well Cadence,” Applejack said, “Ah don’t think hackin’ off yer dick and drillin’ a hole where it was makes ya any better. Ah don’t think ya deserve it at all, and ah’m gonna scoop it right back out. Think maybe we could do a manual removal of yer alicorn parts too.”

“S-scoop… it out?” Cadence’s eyes went wide.

“Can I rape her first?” asked Discord.

“I’ll give ya what ah scoop out and ya kin rape that,” Applejack offered. “It’ll be like a fleshy cream-filled pastry.”

“I do like pastry…” nodded Discord, “Can I rape you first?”

“Couldn’t if ya tried,” said Applejack, “Ah’m too much of a cum guzzlin’ cock slut by this point. Ya kin fuck me, but ah’d ask ya not get in the way of what ah’m doin’ in the process.”

“Good enough,” nodded Discord, “Go ahead and chop her up, I’ll keep her from bleeding to death.”

Suddenly Cadence was out of her rope bonds, instead strapped down to a operating table restrained with all four legs in metal clamps, hind legs sprawled out to give plenty of access to her fun bits. Her wings were pulled through holes in the bottom of the table and restrained beneath it, and he even let her have her horn, though she was afraid to try and use it.

Applejack herself found herself in a blue surgeon’s outfit now, complete with mane net, mask, and gloves. These she immediately stripped off, making Discord pout a little bit, though it wasn’t like Applejack was worried about being sanitary or anything. What Applejack found more useful was the collection of razor sharp surgical tools that appeared on a cart next to the table. Granted some of the tools didn’t look like what a surgeon would normally use, like the hammer and chisel.

“A-applejack?” Cadence sobbed, “Please Applejack, show mercy…”

“Here we go, that’s what ah’m talkin’ bout,” Applejack grinned at the tools, ignoring Cadence’s pleas and reaching for a bone saw.

Applejack barely reacted at all when Discord grabbed one of her hind legs and picked up her rear half by it. He took both her hind legs, holding her up like a wheel barrel, and pushing himself against her rear entries. Applejack instinctively wriggled her bottom about, pushing her hips back and letting the little Discords pop into her tight ass and rot-filled pussy, He indeed didn’t get in the way though, floating and moving with Applejack as she walked about with her front legs, thrusting in and out of her milking holes as he looked over her shoulder at what she was doing.

“We’ll take off the wings first,” Applejack said, panting a bit but otherwise concentrating on the task at hoof. She carried the bone saw to the table and ducked her head underneath.

“T-the wings aren’t alicorn bits,” Cadence complained, “I was born with them…”

“Ain’t gonna die with em,” commented Applejack as she put the saw against one of Cadence’s wings, “Huh, maybe ah kin save yer wings and horn for mah foal. That way ah’ll get four whole points when ah kill it.”

Applejack licked her lips as she dragged the saw across Cadence’s wing joint, slicing easily through the flesh and beginning to dig into bone within a few sawing motions. There was a lot more blood than when Applejack had done this using tourniquets, Applejack did her best to hold the saw with her magic so that she could open her mouth and let the blood drool into it, but it wasn’t quite up to the challenge yet. She alternated holding it with her mouth and hooves and then trying with her magic again, giving her at least a few moments to let Cadence’s blood soak into her mane and puddle in her mouth.

Cadence acted as one would have expected, trying to arch her back to pull her wings up through the table as much as she could, but she was snuggly strapped down. She cried out as the first of many pains coursed through her body, drawing a laugh from the crowd. She tried to not make any noise for their audience, but she couldn’t help but groan in pain as Applejack worked through her bone.

Applejack didn’t stop with just the removal of the visible wing. She took the chisel, and started to attempt to pry or break off any of the wing joint itself, making sure there was nothing left. She took a moment to nurse on the screaming victim’s wound before draping the severed wing across Cadence’s chest, drawing a horrified squeal at the sight of her own detached appendage.

Applejack moved to the other wing and started the same process, using it as an opportunity to practice her magic. By the time she was finishing up with the sawing portion, she had enough control to work the saw using only her magic, even if it was a bit slower that way. She tried to do the same with the hammer and chisel, but kept missing the chisel with the hammer, so eventually dug the bone out without using her magic for that.

“Shut up! Shut up!” Cadence repeated at the laughing crowd as Applejack draped the second wing over her.

Meanwhile Shining finished stirring up the rot in Twilight’s pussy, finally cumming hard inside her, his spunk mixing in with the puss and covering the vermin crawling around in her womb. He packed enough in that her stiff belly swelled, her pussy drooling cum and various other things as he pulled out with a slurp. “Ohhh, finally got to cum in your cunt bare, Twilly,” he panted.

He wasn’t done yet though, because as soon as his throbbing cock was free, he forced it against Twilight’s tailhole as well. It took a lot more to pry open her frozen anal ring, not to mention he was still violently shivering from his conscious true-self trying fruitlessly to win back control of the body. It made him miss a few times with the penetration, but he rolled his eyes back as he finally entered. He pushed all the way inside, and for a moment just enjoyed how the infesting insects wriggled against his cock, then slowly began to thrust again, now hammering into her asshole as he had many times before, making out with her hotly, feeling his hooves up and down her still body.

Back at the main event, Applejack looked for tools suitable for horn removal, but she didn’t go for a blade or saw. Instead she picked up a manual drill and walked with it over to Cadence’s head end. Applejack didn’t just want to dehorn her; she wanted to yank it out by the roots, so she was going to drill into her skull around the horn to start it. Normally Applejack might think that was too much work, but the tools Discord gave her appeared to be enchanted, which sped things up.

“W-what is that for?” Cadence sobbed, but got no answer from Applejack, only laughter from the crowd.

Applejack paused a moment to enjoy how Cadence tensed up when the drill was put against her head, then turned the drill as hard as she could both physically and with her budding magic as well. Cadence cried out from both the pressure and pain as holes were bored into her skull around her horn, fractures spreading out from the holes as they grew deeper. She managed to bore brain deep into Cadence’s skull in five places around her horn, and even managed to not damage too much brain in the process.

Applejack paused from time to time to lick the tears from Cadence’s face, then kissing her deeply to feel the vibrations of her screams and groans, feeling a hoof across her body to feel her tremble. It was then Applejack realized she could do this with magic too, so she enveloped Cadence in a thin layer of her magic, and purred a bit as she could feel every part of Cadence’s body, every twitch of pain or shiver of terror.

That, combined with Discord’s continued fucking of both her rear entries, set Applejack off again. Discord detached from her so that he could face her plot towards the crowd, though his cocks stayed put, still ramming themselves wetly into both of her holes. Her projectile orgasm sprayed across the crowd as her pussy visibly churned around the scratchy cock inside her, and the crowd seemed to love getting splattered as well.

Afterward Discord went to sit against the corpse pile with his hands behind his head, relaxing while his cocks extracted themselves from Applejack and floated over to Cadence’s plot instead. Having been trying to shut out her torment and the voices of the crowd, Cadence was taken by surprise, squeaking and tensing up as she felt the little critters claw at her insides. She looked down to see who was doing this, only adding to her confusion when no one was there.

Cadence had no time to ponder that as Applejack put a chisel to the edge of her horn and slammed the hammer down on it to try and break the remaining shards of bone between her horn and the rest of her skull. Cadence’s sobs were broken by a groan of pain with each strike. Applejack was careful not to ram the chisel through Cadence’s brain lest it dull or end her agony, and eventually was able to wrench the horn free by the roots, nerve endings hanging from the blunt end as she extracted it root and all

“There we go, time fer the main course,” Applejack said, slurping at the blunt end to chew off a few of the nerves before. She then felt a bit curious as to what having a horn rammed in you felt like, so she used her magic to float the alicorn horn behind her,. Her clumsy magic missed a few times and she ended up getting jabbed in the plot, but finally pushed it into her pussy, deeper and deeper. She felt it hit her cervix and pushed harder, moaning a little bit as the horn sent a jolt of pain up through her. It wasn’t as long as Celestia’s or Luna’s, so it didn’t ram all the way through the back of her womb, but it had to be very near to doing so. She started thrusting it then, her magic angling it wrong so that the tip dragged against the sensitive wall of her fuck tunnel. She enjoyed the sharp pains as she continued with Cadence.

Applejack brought a set of surgical knives to Cadence’s plot end, positioning herself between Cadence’s spread legs. It didn’t seem to bother her that the little Discords were still diving in and out of the two holes, covered in a mixture of blood and fuck juice, as she didn’t attempt to extract them. Instead she moved the blade up to Cadence’s breasts, dragging it slowly across them to make her victim cringe.

“We’ll take these too,” smiled Applejack as she started to position her knife.

“M-males have those too…” Cadence complained, as if saving her breasts would really make any difference. “No don’t cut! Just wait! Please just give me a chance to… to…”

Applejack responded by pushing the knife into Cadence’s belly, looking up at Cadence’s face to enjoy the twisted look of pain. Applejack felt Cadence all over with her magic, feeling her tense up in reaction to the sudden knife sticking in her gut. Cadence shivered violently, holding as still as she could for fear that moving would only make it worse.

Applejack grinned sadistically, taking the knife with her magic so she could use her front hooves to rub into Cadence’s breasts, tweaking at the nipples and enjoying how they squished about. With her magic, the knife dragged around Cadence’s breasts even as they were massaged, cutting in at an angle so that the flesh could be scooped out more easily. Cadence continued to beg, though her words were undiscernible by that pint beneath her screams and sobs.

“Yeah that’s right, tranny, suffer fer me,” Applejack salivated, “This is what ya get fer not knowin’ yer place as a stallion, fer pretendin’ to be somethin’ yer not.”

“You would be killing me still regardless!” Cadance shrieked.

“Yeah,” Applejack freely admitted. Truthfully Cadence’s gender-swap didn’t even bother her; it was just fun to verbally poke at her, “But now you deserve every second of this. Ya robbed me of bein’ able to kill an innocent by bein’ a freak instead. What the fuck gives ya the right to take that from me?”

Blood pooled on Cadence’s belly, drooling down onto the cart she was on, filling it and then dribbling over the edges to the stage. Applejack wasn’t entirely unknowledgeable about the inner workings of ponies at this point after having diced up her share of them to look inside, and did fairly well cutting deeper and deeper, until she was finally able to scoop Cadence’s breasts right out of her. Even after Cadence could no long feel it, Applejack continued to massage the breasts, then she held it up to her head, rubbing them against her, the flesh still soft and pliable for the moment. She then turned it around and licked the internal size, rubbing that all over her face as well. She put her muzzle to one nipple, wringing out the milk sac to squirt its final contents into her muzzle.

Applejack then tossed the slab of breast meat over where it landed on Twilight’s face. Shining, still plowing his sister’s ass, immediately began to gnaw on the succulent flesh. He squeezed the breast that still had milk in it between his teeth, slurping up the milk as it came out, but got too excited and ended up popping it, milk and blood splattering all over. Soon he was rapidly tearing bits off as he gnawed, swallowing it down a bit at a time.

Shining stuffed half of it in Twilight’s mouth as if sharing it with her, then gulped down the rest of his half all at once before groaning and blowing his second load into his dead sister’s asshole. Shining’s own asshole clenched hard at Big Macintosh’s cock, which Big Mac would have probably appreciated had he been feeling a bit less murdered at the moment.

Shining bucked Big Mac off of him as he withdrew from Twilight, then casually trotted over to the corpse pile to look them over. He found Thunderlane, whose cock was also nice and stiff due to Discord’s kind help, even though one of his balls was sliced open and a lot of his guts had fallen out, and dragged him back towards Twilight.

“This guy’s pretty hot, if a bit fresh for my tastes,” Shining panted, then glanced over at Cadence, “Aren’t you dead yet? I’m gonna be finished with Twilly soon and I wanna fuck you when I’m done.”

“Shining…” Cadence sobbed as she watched her possessed lover move back to Twilight.

This time Shining pushed his cock into her mouth, pushing the meat there down into her throat, giving the maggots in her throat and stomach some fresh meat to gnaw on. He groaned as he pulled Thunderlane up onto his ass and forced the fresher corpse-cock up his own asshole, then rocked his hips back and forth between them, leaning forward and eagerly eating out Twilight as he did so, slurping up cum and infested puss with loud slurping noises as his belly smacked against Twilight’s wide-eyed stare.

Applejack grinned over at Shining’s antics, but she still had work to do. She turned back to Cadence, licking her lips and bringing down the knife again, this time to carefully pull apart Cadence’s belly, cutting it down the middle to see more of her insides. Cadence still squirmed delightfully, causing Applejack’s cuts to be a big jagged, not to mention Discord’s cocks were still going to town in Cadence’s cunt and ass.

“When you finish cutting that out… will you at least kill me?” Cadence grunted, her face twisted in more pain at each new slice of flesh.

Applejack chuckled, “Nah, got somethin’ special planned after this.”

Applejack held Cadence steadier with her magic as she started to cut out her target. She started at the rear, cutting around the womb, which was still sloshing about filled with cum like a giant wet pastry. She continued to cut downward, even as she could see the bulge of the little Discord pushing in and out of the fuck tunnel. Carefully slicing a chunk of meat off around the labia, Applejack finally separated the meat from its former owner. It was more or less a flesh-light with a womb and dangling ovaries hanging off the back end.

Needless to say, Cadence didn’t appreciate this work of art, looking at it with her glazed over eyes, continually sobbing and shaking her head. “Let me die, damnit! Let me die!” she screeched to the delight of the crowd.

“First we gotta right this wrong,” Applejack told her, “We kin just use one of the corpse cocks and stitch it onto you. Maybe we kin use Thunderlane’s when Shinin done with him.”

“Y-you can’t just stitch a corpse dick on a mare and say they’re a stallion!” Cadance said between gritted teeth.

“Ya know what? Yer right,” Applejack agreed, “We need one that’s fresher. I’m sure Shining will offer his, then I can stitch your bits into him!”

“What? No!” Cadence shook her head, “Just… no please let us just die now.”

Speaking of Shining, the incestuous corpse-fucker groaned again as he unloaded down Twilight’s throat, body shaking and eyes rolling back. “Oh I could fuck you for days Twilly…”

Shining didn’t get the chance though. Discord helpfully snapped his fingers, and suddenly Shining was on a table right next to Cadence, chained down with limbs splayed just as she was. More importantly, he removed the spell on Shining.

“No no no NO NO!” Shining said as soon as he could control himself again, at least as much as he could while chained to a table, “Goddess… I desecrated her.. I’m so sorry.”

“The corpse ya boned can’t hear ya, Shining,” said Applejack, “But ah’m sure if she could still talk she’d… no ah guess she wouldn’t say much; she’d probably be screamin more than anythang.” Applejack moved to tighten a wire around the base of Shining’s still-erect stallionhood. His body jerked when he felt that; he knew what that was for.

Shining struggled valiantly, but uselessly, at his binds, glaring at Applejack, “You… heartless cunt… I…”

“Can’t think of anythang bad enough fer the one that butchered yer sister?” Applejack chuckled, “To bad ya weren’t there to fuck her as she died, though even without her sobbin’ and beggin’ it was a delight to watch.”

Shining didn’t have time to respond before Applejack brought the knife to cut into him, stabbing right between his balls and asshole. As she then worked her way around his best bits, he let out a piercing scream, as if it hurt a great deal more than expected. Applejack held him steady with her magic, and lapped some maggots off his cock as she dug deeper beneath it. Soon she had it scooped out, the tied-off meat flopping around like a dildo with two large if now useless balls dangling beneath it.

Applejack tossed the floppy shaft over to land atop Cadence’s chest. One testicle landing in her mouth and she spit it out. She tried to say something, but only slurs came out as the pain rushing through her body was too much for her to concentrate with, face twisted in pain.

Shining wasn’t doing much better. Applejack floated Cadence’s womb over to him, grinning and poking it a bit with her hoof so that it sloshed about with the fluid still inside. Using the knife, she dug a bit deeper into Shining, taking out mass that seemed to be unimportant to make room. She had no clue what to remove, but it really didn’t matter since Discord would keep Shining alive until it was time for him not to be.

Shining vomited from pain and disgust as the scooped out guts were tossed casually onto his chest to form a little gooey pile. For once AJ was too engrossed in her task to react to it though, as she started to stuff Cadence’s womb and ovaries into her boy-toy. Shining’s stallion hips weren’t as wide as a mare’s, so Applejack twisted at his pelvis until it cracked loudly, pulling it apart so she had more room. Carefully positioning it and making sure the fuck-tube was nice and straight right to the womb, AJ finally had it in a usable condition.

Of course at this point it could just be magicked onto him, but Applejack liked the personal touch. She retrieved the needle and threat from her supplies, and started to painstakingly sew the loose skin around Cadence’s pussy to Shining’s own shredded flesh. She smiled as she dies so, enjoying the moaning of both of her present victims, it was like music to her ears.

Once she was finished, she moved over to Cadence. Cadence had a lot of empty space, so AJ stuffed her full with what she had just scooped out of Shining, like stuffing a teddy bear. She then sewed the shaft into position just as she had with Shining, taking care that the floppy dead dong was at a good angle for fucking.

“Ah suppose that’ll do,” Applejack said when finished, “Hay Discord, think you could wire em up so they work too? Don’t heal em or anythang like that, just enough to function.”

“Why not?” Discord chuckled, snapping his fingers, “Don’t worry, using them will not be a fun experience.”

Applejack calmly undid Cadence’s straps, leaving her unbound on her table. Cadence was too weak to bother trying to get up, but she did give Applejack a bit of a confused look as she unstrapped her.

“There,” said Applejack, “Now Cadence, go over to Shining and fuck ‘her’ good with yer old-new cock there.” She just looked at Cadence then, not offering a hoof in aid.

“I will not,” Cadence panted between groans, “Nothing you can do to me can make me, because nothing will be worse than this.”

“If ya don’t do as yer told,” Applejack smiled fiendishly, “Ah won’t let ya die. Discord kin keep ya alilve fer a looong time. Hell, maybe ah kin do it too once ah figure myself out.”

Cadence stared at Applejack, panting, “Y-you’ll kill me after I do this? You swear?” Pause, “How do I know you won’t lie?”

Applejack chuckled, “Ah will kill ya when yer done, and ya don’t know if ah’m liein’. But ya do know what’ll happen if ya don’t do it.”

Cadence took a shallow breath, then tried to lift her throbbing head off the table. Each tiny movement shot pain through her entire body. Even the tears rolling down her face made her body ache. When she finally did get off the table, she just rolled off and slammed onto the stage, letting out a screech that was cut off on impact, and then another as every pain in her body seemed to spike exponentially.

It took her a while before she even seemed to know what direction to go, but she finally began to move slowly across the stage, sobbing as every movement wrecked her body. Her perpetually hard cock dragged the ground beneath her as she moved, and Discord had been nice enough to wire up pain sensations for her new bits. All this time, the crowd laughed and jeered at her, the ones that weren’t busy fucking Luna, at least.

It took her literally hours to crawl less than two meters to the other table. Applejack didn’t care; she waited patiently, spending most of the time rubbing herself against various corpse-faces. When it came time to crawl up onto the other table, Applejack thought she wouldn’t be able to do it, but somehow she did. Gritting her teeth hard with every movement, but slowly dragging herself upwards. She was determined to do this, so that maybe she and Shining could finally die. Granted, it took her several more hours to get up there.

When she saw Cadence finally moving into position atop her groaning mate, Applejack finished creaming herself on her little sister’s face and left the corpse pile for the table again.

“Thar ya go, knew you could do it.” Applejack said, “But getting’ kinda late, you better hop to it!”

Cadence didn’t even bother to glare at Applejack; it was hard to tell if she even heard the comment. She leaned forward to kiss Shining, and he slowly returned the kiss, even though even that was painful for both of them. Cadence lined herself up after several attempts, and finally nudged her tip against his opening. She pressed forward, gritting her teeth in pain, alongside with Shining Armor, as the penetration itself was excruciating.

Despite that, she worked into a thrusting motion, forcing herself to move despite the stabbing pain. The moist sound of sticking dead flesh rubbing together was audible even over their moans. Applejack adjusted the table, turning it slightly and pulling Cadence’s tail upwards, making sure that the crowd could see the glistening rod force its way inside.

“That’s tha spirit!” Applejack slid a hoof down the shivering bodies, convulsing with each movement yet Cadence forcing herself to continue. “Now, you two say good bye to each other while ya fuck.” Applejack then dragged Celestia’s body over to the pair, laying Celestia’s head on the table next to them, “And Shining, apologize ta Cadence and Celestia for cheatin’ on them with yer sister.”

“Goodbye.. my love…” Cadence managed to get out.

“Goodbye,” Shining responded after a few seconds, “I—I’m sorry I fucked Twilly, Cadence… and Celestia.”

“Great!” Applejack let Celestia flop back down onto the stage floor, “Now that that’s cleared up, talk dirty fer me. Better make this show worth lettin’ ya die! Let me hear ya really put each other down!”

Cadence looked as if she could barely even move her muzzle, but managed, “That’s it… how does m-“ she thought better of calling it ‘my pussy’ in front of Applejack, “your pussy feel with my throbbing shaft splitting you open? I-If I’d known how much of a cock-puppet you were, I’d have lopped it off the day we met…” Wow, she really wanted to die.

“W-well maybe you should of,” Shining groaned back, “Then I wouldn’t have had to… fuck that fake pussy…. Um.” Shining probably wanted to die too, but wasn’t quite as good as Cadence was. She was, or had been, the goddess of fucking after all.

Applejack gave Cadence’s balls a squeeze with her magic, making her arch her back with pain, but still she continued to pound Shining, hammering their bellies together. Even Shining was thrusting his hips a bit upward, as if desperately trying to finish this so Applejack would kill them. Applejack was tempted not to really, but didn’t want to give up so many points, And she was looking forward to riding Cadence’s cock as the former princess rotted.

Despite the horrible pain, the shaft was in fact fully usable, and eventually was throbbing with each stroke, pulsing and spreading a layer of pre over the insides of Shining’s new pussy, pushing through his cervix and splattering juice on the back of his womb. Cadence’s body started to shake violently as she neared her peak. She had thought the pain couldn’t get worse no matter what she did, but now she could barely keep herself from constantly convulsing from the agony, getting worse and worse the closer she was to it.

Her scream when she came was ear shattering, fuck juice that was more blood than cum splattering out into Shining’s womb, filling it up as she packed in more. At this point she wasn’t even thrusting on purpose, it just happened as her body convulsed from the torment. Applejack groaned herself, feeling her own pussy clench down on nothing and splattered fluid down her legs, creaming herself just from watching and hearing their agony.

“NOW KILL US!” Cadence demanded as soon as she could, just before collapsing atop Shining, who let out a groan of his own as the bloody spunk burned at his insides.

Applejack climbed up onto the table with them, moving to straddle Shining’s face as she pulled Cadence up into a kneeling position. Cadence got the idea quickly, and when Applejack leaned towards her and bumped muzzles, Cadence kissed her tormentor deeply, her weak tongue probing about AJ’s mouth. She even hugged around her with her forehooves and stroked down her back.

“One hoof down here,” Applejack moved one of Cadence’s front hooves to sit on Shining’s chest, “Where ya kin feel his heartbeat; ah want’cha to feel it when yer girlfriend’s heart stops.” Cadence did as she was told, though she didn’t look eager to do so needless to say.

Applejack rubbed her slit against Shining’s face before pushing downward. Shining tried weakly to push her off, but gave up quickly. Finally he clamped his muzzle shut tightly, though Applejack wasn’t sure if that was resistance or him making it easier to encompass his snout. Applejack did so, popping her pussy down about his nose, all the way down to his eyes, completely covering him, cutting off his air. When it finally occurred to him what AJ was doing, he seemed slightly relieved. Finally this would end.

Applejack continued to make out with Cadence even as she felt Shining try to take breaths. Even if he wanted to die, he couldn’t keep himself from trying to take a breath eventually, and doing so got him a lung full of Applejack’s fuck honey. His face slowly turned bluer until it practically matched his mane. He closed his eyes and relaxed, resigning himself to death,

Cadence hadn’t even been able to cry for a long time, but she managed to do it again as she felt his heart beat to a stop against her hoof, releasing Applejack as well and just collapsing against her.

“There, there,” Applejack said, “Your turn is next, don’t ya worry none.”

Applejack picked up Cadence with her magic, pulling her free of Shining and turning her around, then pushed her face against her own pussy that was now part of her dead mate. Applejack crawled up onto her head, straddling it and pushing her downward. Cadence got the picture, letting her muzzle sink into the pussy, pushing hard to make sure she couldn’t breathe, and then relaxed, waiting for her own demise.

“It’s not as interestin’ once they’ve really broke,” Applejack commented, “Speaking of broken ponies…”

Applejack looked out into the audience to find Luna, and sure enough she was there. She was still getting her holes stuffed, with more ponies still waiting for another go, and even other ponies having joined the crowd without Discord’s influence just because they wanted a go at the moon princess. It looked like she hadn’t had any hole empty for more than a few seconds since she was tossed into the crowd.

“I guess drag her up here,” Applejack grunted, “May as well end it fer her too; ah’m getting sleepy anyhows.”

“I don’t know,” said Discord, “I sort of like her. Maybe I should keep her!”

Applejack glared at him, “Over mah dead body! That’s three points ah’d be givin’ up if ah didn’t kill ‘er!”

“I could make a dozen duplicates of her, then you could get 36 points!” Discord offered.

“That ain’t tha same thang!” Applejack grunted, “Dead is completely dead, no clones, zombies, or anythang like that.”

“Well there’s an idea!” Discord grinned, “How about this. In exchange for letting me keep Luna as my personal fuck toy,” as if Applejack could stop him from doing it anyway, “I’ll reanimate Rainbow Dash into a zombie! I mean it would be excruciatingly painful for her to be aware while she’s dead, but when has that ever stopped us?”

“Hmmm,” for the first time in a while, Applejack surprised herself with her own heartlessness, as she was quite turned on by the idea of her true love being in constant agony, “Maybe… but once she gets down to bone or to where she can’t feel nothin’, ya gotta make’er fresh agin, then we let’er rot over and over, never give her rest from it… and ah get ta marry ‘er!”

“Goodness,” Discord snickered, “I hope you aren’t in love with me, too! Being your partner sounds hard!”

“So?” Applejack glared.

“Fine, you have a deal,” Discord nodded, “And you know I’d normally go back on our deal pretty much immediately, but I think I’ll actually keep this one. That sounds like it will be hilarious to watch!” He hmmed, “Oh and you can get up, they’ve been dead for a while.”

“Huh? Oh right. Fergot about ‘im.” Applejack said.

Applejack got up from her seat, leaving Cadence’s dead muzzle in her own pussy, and moved over to where her beloved was.

Rainbow’s body glowed, and suddenly thrashed. She wasn’t knit back together, but every part of her thrashed as if she had full sensory input from all her separated pieces. She woke to the feel of rot and maggots crawling through every part of her body. Even without lungs, she managed to scream bloody murder, but zombies could do that without lungs, Applejack guessed.

“There ya are, sweetheart!” Applejack grinned, “Mah true love, now we’ll be together forever!”

“I… what?” Rainbow’s eye-holes widened as she looked at the rest of her body, laying in front of her and still reacting to her movements, somehow, “Applejack no! No no this is excruciating! Make be dead again! Ple--- Applejack… why are you an alicorn?”

“It’s a long story,” Applejack grinned, “But come on, we gotta get us some weddin’ dresses! We’ll have a huge weddin’, invite every pony we know… and kill ‘em all!”

“Wha-wha-WHAT?” Rainbow screeched in confusion. She really needed some context as to what was happening.

“See?” Discord laughed, “It all had a happy ending after all! And then Applejack lived happily ever after!... until Discord got bored with her and tortured her to death over the course of several years.”

“Yep!” agreed Applejack, “The future is a bright one!”