Lesson Applejack

“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.