Lesson Applejack

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?”