Lesson Applejack

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...