Lesson Applejack

“Oh hay Mister Breezy,” Applejack said casually when she recognized the stallion staring at her, “Sales goin’ okay? … oh this? This ain’t what it looks like, come on over and see.”

The stallion crept a few more feet over only to immediately be tackled by Applejack, bowled over onto his back, the crazy mare straddling him right there in the middle of the street. Suddenly he found Applejack rubbing her bloody cunt against his sheath, and even terrified the stallion couldn’t keep his cock from pouring out of its home at the grinding of sopping wet pussy.

“Stallions are pathetic,” Applejack chuckled, “Here ah am about ta murder ya right here, and yer getting a boner still. Well ah guess at least yer cock is gonna die happy, even if you ain’t.”

She slipped herself down onto the throbbing shaft, clenching and milking it inside her pussy, enjoying the stretch of a cock in her after a long day of murdering mares. She was treated to yet another new amazing feeling, doing somepony right there in public, not even bothering to look around to make sure no one else was seeing this. Instead she just laughed as she pulled out some wire she had stored in the cart in case this happened, tying his cock off tightly even as she continued to ride him.

If there was any doubt as to what she was doing, it vanished when she said “Fuckin’ stallion, good for nothin’ but stuffin’ mah cunt and dying fer my pleasure. Now FUCKIN’ DIE!”

Before he could respond, she twisted his neck about, cracking it with a loud snap, then dropping his head to grin down at him as blood began to pool in his muzzle. She slammed her hips down on him hard, drooling and splattering fresh gore on his body from hers, and grinning widely as she watched him choke on his own blood.

She came herself on his cock just as his deathgasm was storming through his body, drenching his throbbing fuck stick in her cunt sap, moaning loudly before jerking herself off his shaft and turning around, a content smile on her face as she relaxed and her urine splattered his dead face.

She took a relaxed breath before her eyes rose up to see Mayor Mare staring at her with her jaw dropped open. Applejack was up in a blast, chucking Breezy into the cart like a sack of beans before grabbing a knife from said card and rushing the Mayor. Seconds later, she had split the mare’s throat open and was guzzling the blood right from the tap, allowing the rest to flow down her body as she masturbated eagerly while the mare shivered to a stop.

Applejack was about to happily rush the nearest pony when she realized that there were in fact about half a dozen ponies staring at her now from all different directions. Yeah she wasn’t gonna be able to take care of that many witnesses, and now that it was known that she was doing that, Celestia could likely find her no matter where she went, so there was no point in running.

Oh well! May as well commit as many murders as she could before she was tackled and dragged off to be tortured.

“Hay you!” She rushed Derpy, who happened to have her daughter Dinky partly hiding behind her. “Lemme take care of that little rape-baby of yers fer ya.”

Derpy tried to move into Applejack’s way, but Applejack was too fast, suddenly darting the other way. She rammed the knife into Dinky’s throat, tearing a large gash and sending the foal collapsing. She then ran on leaving Derpy to watch her offspring spit blood and choke to death.

Grinning at the sound of Derpy’s sobs of despair behind her, she didn’t find anypony else that was very close, but it looked like a few ponies had decided they could stop her from hurting anypony else.

Thunderlane swooped down at her from the sky, only to get stabbed right in the balls in passing, one testicle ripped free, causing him to shriek and slam into a nearby building. Applejack was on him in an instant, dragging her blade up along his front to open his gut, then turned him over and shook him until most of his organs slid out onto the ground.

She ran back to where Derpy was wailing over a now-dead Dinky, cradling her in her arms. Applejack slid to a stop right in front of them, turned her flank about, and started pissing on the filly’s corpse with her still being held by Derpy. Needless to say, Derpy did not approve, but in her anger wasn’t very tactful, so when she lunged at Applejack she was kicked in the head and knocked back. Applejack moved to pin Derpy again the edge of a building, then kicked her head hard with both hind hooves, cracking her neck and leaving her to suffocate on blood as her foal had.

Seeing a police pony in a distance, Applejack ducked into an alley, racing towards the other side of the building. She skidded to a stop when she found Berry Punch slumped onto a crate, passed out from her usual drunken state. She woke up quickly when Applejack broke her wine bottle and used it to stab out the screaming pony’s eyes then jabbed it into her neck and twisted before running again.

She slid out from the alley right in front of Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. “Hi!” she blurted out.

“What?” Diamond rolled her eyes, “Get away from me, you smell.”

“Good news!” said Applejack, “The Crusaders are all dead! Bad news! I’m gonna kill you too!”

She tackled Silver to hold her down with her weight, slicing Diamond’s neck and allowing the blood to spray over a now screaming Silver. Applejack did Silver the same favor, racking up the points.”

“Nooo!” screeched a voice nearby, Nurse Redheart.

She backed away as Applejack rushed her but wasn’t fast enough to avoid Applejack cutting her throat deeply. For good measure, Applejack then pushed her against a tree for leverage and kicked the gagging pony’s head until it came off and rolled down the street.

Hmmm that was a nurse, she might be near the… hospital!

Applejack rushed into the front door of the hospital. Blossomforth was seated in the waiting area, and squeaked as she was tackled and stabbed repeatedly about her throat. The other patrons ran, but Applejack was able to tackle Rumble as he ran towards the door.

“Bad news Rumble,” Applejack told him, “I just murdered your brother a few minutes ago. Also bye!”

Applejack gutted the screaming child, throwing his gut spilling corpse at the doctor that tried to come to his aid. The colt’s entrails hanging on his face was enough to distract the doctor so that Applejack got her blade across his throat as well.

Applejack then ran back to the patient area. Going door to door, she ran into each room, sliced the throats of the occupants, and ran out to go to the next room. There must have been something going around because most of the beds were full of juicy victims: Cloudchaser, Hayseed, Flitter, Mister Cake with Miss Cake visiting him…

Just as she had Miss Cake pinned to a wall stabbing her throat and screaming ‘Die Fatty!’, the door burst open, police ponies having finally caught up with her. Applejack laughed at them excitedly, then threw herself at the window, crashing through and falling one story down to the ground.

The glass from the window left her covered in cuts, and falling a story did no favors for her knees, but her adrenaline rush allowed her to move quickly.

Cheerilee and Junebug were sitting on a bench, looking up at the hospital and wondering about the noise from inside, and went wide eyed when Applejack jumped out the window and ran towards them.

“Oh my goodness are you o—“ Cheerilee didn’t get the whole thing out before Applejack was slicing her neck apart, laughing manically.

Junebug screeched and ran for it, and Applejack realized how tired she was getting as she strained to catch up. Just as she finally tackled Junebug, Applejack felt someone tackle her as well. They reached to wrestle the blade away from her, but were an instant too late to stop her from reaching her head around and slicing Junebug’s throat as well.

As the knife rattled across the street away from her, she still turned around, determine to keep assaulting as long as she could. Her attempt was cut short as several hoofs slammed down on her head, and suddenly it felt like a crowd had gathered around and was stomping her head in.

Applejack panicked, worried that the angry mob might kill her on the spot rather than her being properly tortured, but there was nothing she could do as she blacked out.

Applejack woke up lying on a cold mat in a musty room. She still had blood caked in her fur, and from how very dry it was, she figured she’d been there for almost a full day at least. She tried to wait for her eyes to adjust to the dim light so she could see where she was, but they didn’t adjust; it seemed the room was devoid of any light sources at all.

She breathed a sigh of relief that she hadn’t been murdered before being properly tormented, though her head was still throbbing a great deal.

She felt about her cell, finding cold floors of jagged stone with a small bit of hay strewn about. The only other ‘furniture’ in her cell was the chamber pot, which she checked for any contents but was disappointed to find none. She found the door, which seemed to be made of cast iron. She traced her hoof along the door and felt along a design that it had there.

They didn’t have anything like this in Ponyville. Applejack guessed that they had already taken her to Canterlot. No doubt after mopping up the corpses she minted in Ponyville, they would have gone to the farm and found the rest of them. The fact that she murdered the other Elements would guarantee that she was questioned, and hopefully tormented, by Celestia herself.

Applejack went back to the bed and sat back on her haunches, patiently waiting for her questioners to arrive. She thought about all the ponies she had killed, but she kept thinking of the names of ponies she’d have liked to kill and didn’t get to, which frustrated her just a little, but she could deal with it she supposed.

The door creaked open finally, light flooding the room and blinding Applejack until she adjusted. When she did, she was looking up at Celestia, who was wearing the most serious face she’d ever seen on a pony.

It was easy to tell from her eyes that Celestia had been crying though, probably only minutes before she came into Applejack’s cell, and as tall as she stood, and as warm as the cell was, Celestia couldn’t keep herself from shivering. Beneath that strong face she was sobbing inside, and it was delicious.

“Applejack,” Celestia stated darkly, “I’m going to give you a chance to speak, and I suggest you choose your words VERY carefully.”

“How many points did ah get?” Applejack asked.

Celestia’s eyes widened. Clearly she had expected Applejack to be intimidated with a goddess coming in to personally question her, and was completely befuddled. Applejack was looking up at her with a soft smile on her face, no different than if she was talking to a friend about the weather.

“Points,” Celestia repeated, “If you are referring to your innocent victims, Applejack, you murdered 29 ponies, seven of which were FOALS.” Spoken as if the word foals should somehow drive Applejack into guilt.

“Huh 29 points ain’t bad,” Applejack tapped her chin, “Ya didn’t count more points fer the foals though? Ah figured they should be worth more points.”

“NO Applejack,” Celestia’s voice echoed, “They are not worth more ‘points’.”

“Some scorekeeper you are,” Applejack complained. When Celestia looked like she might crush her into the size of a pea right then and there, Applejack added, “Now come on, don’t get so mad. Ya know what? Ta prove ah ain’t no monster, ah’ll even help identify which corpses the loose organs go to.”

“Do you not have any remorse, Applejack,” Celestia was either about to explode or sob outwardly. “Your friends, your family, other innocents, foals that had their whole lives ahead of them, brutally cut short by YOU. Doesn’t that bother you, Applejack? Don’t you even care?”

“Oh oh!” Applejack suddenly went off on a tangent as if she hadn’t even paid attention to Celestia’s speech, “Did ya see Scootaloo? The way it looks like she yanked off her own head? That was her idea; creative little bugger wasn’t she?”

“For your sake, Applejack,” Celestia clenched her teeth, “I hope you are under the influence of some dark magic.”

“Would it matter if ah was?” Applejack asked, curious, “Ah mean ah’m the one that murdered yer ‘faithful student’.”

Celestia sighed, almost letting a sob out but pulling her emotions back, “You have no idea what I had planned for her, what she was capable of…”

“Sure ah know what she was capable of,” Applejack said, “She was capable of crying like an infant and beggin fer her life like the little bitch she is… errr was.”

She whole room seemed to flex outward momentarily as just for an instant Celestia lost control of her magic, several cracks forming as stone snapped apart.

“I am going to scan you now,” Celestia’s words were slow and careful, “Applejack. If you are under the influence of dark magic, I will not blame you for what has happened. Assuming the dark magic can be banished from you, you will be given a new identity and allowed to live the rest of your life as another pony so the families of your victims will not murder you.” She paused, “But if I find no dark magic in you…”

“Only one way ta find out, ya dried up ancient cunt,” Applejack peered up at her, smiling and not showing an ounce of fear.

Celestia took a deep breath, “You clearly are possessed, but I am confirming so that we can take action to help you. Please try to keep your mind open; I will be able to tell if you are hiding something.”

There was no doubt Celestia was going to do the full scan and also flip through her memories a bit. Memory reading on that level was illegal without a royal order, not that that affected Celestia. Applejack sighed though. This would prevent her from taking credit for the missing filly scouts that Pinkie had mentioned being involved with too; in fact she would probably run across what Pinkie told Applejack about Pinkie’s accomplices. Sucks to be them. What's more, she was afraid that she might not count Rainbow Dash as a crime either.

All the same, Applejack opened her mind and let Celestia in. She could feedback from Celestia’s own emotions as her mind and very soul were searched for anything that might indicate some sort of possession. She felt Celestia’s despair and rage bearing down on her, and it was enough to make even the most psychotic pony cringe back against the wall.

She could almost feel Celestia flipping through her memory, searching it. She actual seemed to feel bad for Applejack in regard to Rainbow Dash’s death, but immediately tightened down as she searched the memory of her faithful student’s murder. She wanted to torment Applejack, and could have done it at any time, Applejack could tell, but still she held back. Celestia finally seemed to even her emotions out, and after a bit of an emotional twitch upon finding out about the filly scouts, she leveled out again.

Even now though, Applejack could torture Celestia in return though. She continually thought about killing Twilight, letting her sobs and begs of mercy play through her mind again and again. Celestia was forced to revisit the memory between every other memory she sorted through.

After her memories were bared, Celestia searched her soul for any other indications of dark energy. Applejack could feel her grow desperate as she found nothing. Celestia wanted to find something; she didn’t want to believe that Applejack did all this on her own accord. She searched Applejack for hours trying to find something, anything. Guards came in to stand with her when she took so long with Applejack, but none of them dared to break her concentration.

Finally Celestia released, tears streaming down her face and taking a deep breathe.

“There are a number of things that I want you to know, Applejack,” Celestia looked down firmly upon Applejack, “First, we detected a pregnancy inside you during our initial medical exam. The foal was extracted and will be grown in a magical womb, then given to your closest relatives. You can rest assured, that despite your actions, I will ensure that your foal is well taken care of.”

“It’s Big Mac’s,” Applejack mentioned proudly.

Celestia’s face tightened, pointedly refusing to comment on that.

“Secondly,” Celestia continued instead, “You should know that your actions have put all of Equestria in danger. The murder of the other Element bearers, combined with your own betrayal and loss of your Element, very nearly freed Discord from his imprisonment. Even now, I must ward that statue twice daily to make sure he remains contained while we attempt to reconnect to the Elements.”

“Wait,” said Applejack, “So if he gets free, will the ponies he kills also count on mah score since ah was the reason he was freed?”

Again, Celestia ignored her words and continued, “Thirdly, Applejack. I am going to personally torture you to death. And it will not be quick. It will be over many days. Possibly weeks. I will wipe that smile off your face.”

“Yeah we’ll see if you got it in ya,” Applejack challenged her with a grin.

“Um, Princess,” the nearest guard asked carefully, “Will we not have a public trial?”

Celestia turned to the guard and looked like the might snap him in two, causing him to back away, but she relaxed after a few seconds. Clearly not wanting to come across as tyrannical, she explained her actions.

“If we give her a public trial, we will just be giving her a public forum to describe her sins in detail,” Celestia said, “That is exactly what she wants. Besides that, there’s no need for a trial if she is confessing everything she is responsible for. Thank you for voice this though; it is a valid concern.”

“Yeah ah confess,” sighed Applejack. Applejack’s pride for her deeds outweighed her desire for a public forum. She shrugged, “So when does mah ‘torment’ start?”

Celestia glared at her sharply, and Applejack felt Celestia’s magic pick her up, “Now.”