Filly Guide Murder: Not A Nice Prank

Oviduct was so hyped from her success that she didn’t want to wait. Fluttershy may not have even been caught yet by the time she had taken care of Applejack and Twilight.

While the most obvious thing might have been to just swarm them too, Oviduct wanted her success over Twilight in particular to be her victory alone. As the changelings now had a gate system running through Equestria for easier movement, sending them home was no problem.

Starting late at night, the first stop was actually Twilight’s castle. Given all that had happened in the last year or so, she had finally gotten enough of a clue to have actual guards at the palace, but it was easy enough to get inside. She just took Trixie’s form, who Kevin had told her visited the castle regularly to get her lick on with Twilight’s student. The guard’s didn’t even question her; they just smirked knowingly and opened the front gate for her.

Normally she might have been tempted to stop by Starlight’s room to do just that, but wanted to focus on the task at hoof. She changed into Spike’s form, then told the guard’s at Twilight’s bedroom door that he had a bad dream and wanted to sleep in Twilight’s bed because of it. They rolled their eyes and let him in.

Oviduct-Spike crawled into the bed with Twilight, finding her laying on her back, sleeping soundly. First she cast a sleep spell to make sure she stayed under, then left a note on Twilight’s dresser that Applejack had asked that Twilight come to her house as soon as she awoke, and that she needed to discuss something privately with her and Spike.

Then, it was time to plant the psychological time bomb. The techniques they had developed for altering the minds of ponies had come far since the filly guide meet that first tested it. She was able to etch into Twilight’s mind a trigger so that when she arrived at Applejack’s house, she would perceive whoever was there as being responsible for the deaths of her friends, including Spike if he indeed came along. Then when the spell wore off, she’d realize who she had actually killed, but not entirely why she killed them. Using this new technique, Twilight wouldn’t just think she killed Applejack and Spike, she really would kill them.

Oviduct checked Twilight’s schedule to make sure she was going to awaken at her normal time, then slipped out and headed towards Applejack’s home. She wasn’t entirely confident of her abilities after having not been able to study so much in recent months, so she’d go ahead and have Applejack kill Big Mac too; that way even if Twilight screwed up, she’d at least still get Applejack locked away.

The farm didn’t have guards, of course, actually seeming a bit run down compared to its previous state. Either way, Oviduct didn’t expect to be seen by anyone while here, so just for the thrill of it, she took Applebloom’s form. Watching Applejack murder Mac as their dead little sister just seemed right somehow.

This was however where Oviduct started to remember a few things she had forgotten during her captivity. Mainly, she didn’t just find Applejack in the room, and it didn’t look like just Applejack’s room. It was clearly being shared between Applejack and Big Mac now, who were both in the bed, Applejack on her side and Big Mac spooning her from behind.

Oviduct moved the covers back slowly, and smirked as she found that they had fallen asleep with Big Mac’s shaft stiff and half-way inside Applejack’s asshole. Not only that, bug Applejack’s belly was swollen, clearly ready to pop out a freshly-minted pony any day. No doubt they weren’t even hiding the fact that they were banging anymore, or the fact that it was an incest-foal.

Of course this changed little of what her plan needed to be. She could still mind-fuck Applejack so she murdered Big Mac. It did, however, change what she wanted her plan to be. Given that Oviduct was responsible for their incestuous relationship, it felt like Applejack’s fetus should be hers to personally murder, rather than just letting it die when Twilight killed Applejack. She had given herself plenty of time to spare, so why not have some fun herself rather than letting them do it all? It had been too long since she had been able to look into the eyes of a pony and see that special look they had when they felt betrayed by one they trusted most.

She cast a deep sleeping spell on Big Mac, then slowly tugged him out of the bed with her magic, his cock sliding free from Applejack’s behind with a lewd slurp. She opened their closet and simply deposited the sleeping stallion inside, barely able to fit. She then took Big Mac’s form herself, cock surging stiffly as soon as it formed, hungry to scrape her womb clean.

Oviduct, now ‘Big Mac’, slipped up behind Applejack, spooning her as the real one had and tugging the cover back up onto them. Applejack squirmed slightly, making Mac shiver as his shaft was pressed between her soft plot and his belly. He rolled his hips to pull his shaft downward, pushing his tip to her tailhole, pushing into them already loosened hole, pushing deeper than he had been as he slept, and then slowly began to thrust in and out.

Her ass seemed to roll up and down his length as Applejack woke up and squirmed a bit more, pressing her bottom back against who she believed was her brother.

“Again?” Applejack chuckled a bit, “Shouldn’t you be savin’ up yer loads fer the party tomorrow night? Pretty sure ah convinced Twilight to show up this time; you’ll wanna have a big load to plow into a pussy you ain’t had before.”

Big Mac was caught off guard by that for sure, “You sure ya don’t mind?”

“Aw come on, brother,” chuckled Applejack, “Don’t be silly, ya know ah love to watch you plow other mares, and it’s not like you can take a dip in my honey pot til after our little one is here.”

Now Big Mac was curious, even slowing his strokes into her posterior, “What’s yer favorite mares to see me plowin’?”

“Well aren’t ya the talkative one tonight?” Applejack laughed, “Well ah love how Fluttershy squeaks, never known a pony that could look and sound that innocent while doin’ somethin’ that lewd. And that time Starlight and Trixie showed up, just cause it was hot to see those dykes make an exception to their carpet-lickin’ to get a feel of mah brother’s cock stretchin’ out their honey pots. I’m really eager to see Twilight too, ah suspect she might be one of those bookworms that are secretly a beast in the sack.” She chuckled again, “Twilight asked me if she’d get to see me and you go at it, apparently she’s curious to see some related bellies slappin’, for ‘science’ no doubt. We should invite her over once ah’m fuckable again to watch you knock me up a second time.”

As Big Mac fished around in Applejack’s mind, how kinky she had become wasn’t the most amusing thing, but that she was clearly doing it as a way to try and forget other horrifying memories, the same way a bum might get drugged out to forget their troubles. She wondered how many other ponies were ignoring their psychological problems in a similar fashion since the changeling raids began. Either way, it would be nice to shatter their little group’s security with the brutal murder or insanity of several regulars of their little get-togethers. Her only regret was that she didn’t get to do it AT the event.

“Oh fucks, I can’t believe ah forgot to tell ya,” Applejack continued when he went quiet, “Twilight said she’s in season, and ain’t opposed to lettin’ you plant a foal in that purple princess pussy. Don’t see why not, she kin afford to raise one on her own so won’t be no skin off our backs.”

As much as Mac wanted to continue to listen to how juicy life had become, she couldn’t wait to bring all of their new found happiness to an end. The next item on her to-do list was to scrape that fetus out of AJ’s slut womb, and from their little conversation, he knew just how to make it believable.

“Thing is,” Mac said, slowly pulling his shaft free from his sister’s clenching ass again, “Not sure ah really want a foal.”

“What you talkin’ about?” Applejack quirked an eyebrow, “When we found out it was a filly, you went on and on about how ya looked forward to feelin’ our daughter’s underage cunt soon as you’d fit.”

“Well, she ain’t ever gonna be more underage than she is now,” Mac commented, moving a hoof about Applejack, slowly rolling her to her back and feeling his hoof over her belly. “Maybe ah could make it fit.”

“Oh stop it,” Applejack rolled her eyes, clearly not taking him seriously, not resisting when he moved her, then changing the subject slightly, “Maybe our second one’ll be a colt. Not a tight fit ah know, but ah’m sure he’d look cute plowin’ his little dick into the hole he got spit from.”

“Well technically, it’d be our third,” said Mac, “And ah sure did enjoy the murder-by-cock of yer first one.”

“Mac!” Applejack’s voice became serious, “We promised to never talk about that!”

“Well sure we did,” Mac said, moving himself above her, his hind legs between her own, spreading them out slightly, his fore hooves propped on either side of her head and his belly pressed against her swollen gut, the flesh-vat where their little one was getting the final touches. “But well... it’s just so on topic right now.”

“Big Mac...” The first hint of fear and warning crept into Applejack’s voice.

“Fact is, sis,” lied Big Mac, “Ah already fucked Twilight, we’ve got really close in fact.” Big Mac slid his shaft into position, nestling his thick tip against her pregnant pussy, and then sliding forward just enough to pop his tip inside her.

“What... what you mean?” Applejack said, then jerked when he popped inside, “Hay now!”

“Ah already knew she wanted my foal in her purple princess pussy,” smirked Mac, “Cause she told me herself, but there was a condition. You see, she don’t wanna share my fertile seed with another womb, family or otherwise.”

Mac pushed his throbbing erection deeper, her pussy delightfully tight from its lack of recent use. He moved in until his tip smacked against her cervix with very clear intent. Applejack pushed at him, but predictable found she wasn’t able to budge her stronger brother. While Oviduct wasn’t actually as strong as Big Mac, it was easy enough to sap Applejack’s strength until the power gap was what it should be.

“Hay, HAY!” Applejack shouted now, “Back it off Big Mac, before I back you off!”

“Oh Applejack, you know yer not even a fraction of mah strength,” Big Mac smiled down at her.

Real fear began to wash over Applejack’s face; she knew she was no match physically for her brother. Though motherly instinct also seemed to come into play, the mare suddenly seeming twice as strong as she heaved to push him off of her, drawing back her hind legs to kick at him as hard as she could. It was not use though; even then he was still too strong, and her hooves just glanced off his hips, unable to get traction enough to give him a proper buck.

Big Mac drew his hips back and slammed forward, colliding with the protective door to her womb, doing it slowly but steadily, each strike of his battering ram feeling as if it was closer to forcing its way through, and each strike brought new panic, Applejack now hyperventilating, her heart booming in her chest.

“Ah’m yer sister!” Applejack resorted to bargaining next, “Come on Mac, we’ve wanted this since we were foals, and finally we acted on it! Mac don’t take this from me... from us... please brother... I love you... I don’t want to lose the part of you that’s growin’ inside me.”

Tears were coming to her eyes now; wonderful, delicious tears. Big Mac couldn’t stop himself from licking from check to brow to taste them, and loved seeing Applejack’s eyes widen when she realized what he just did.

“Why should ah start a family with some dumb hick and live on this dirt heap fer the rest of my life,” Big Mac almost shouted in return, “When ah kin be a bona fide prince! The fuck parties ah’ll get to go to with her will let me ram my cock into Celestia and Luna themselves! You think ah’m gonna choose yer dumb ass over the chance at not one but two goddess cunts?”

He shoved his hips again, finally feeling it give, but he paused there with his blunt tip pushed half-way through it, still plugging up the life-supporting fluid within, but ready to bust it open and empty it out at a mere flick of his hips. He savored the abject terror in her eyes as she clearly fully realized this as well.

“M-Mac,” Applejack was sobbing so beautifully now, “T-they’ll never let you be a prince! When you do this... only place you’ll go is to tha psyche ward with all the other nuts!” And there it was, that expression that only the utter betrayal of the one most trusted could bring.

Big Mac laughed, “Little sis, you think a princess can’t pull strings?”

“Ah’ll tell though!” Applejack shouted, “Ya can’t keep me from it!”

“Ah kin keep you from tellin’ anythang to anyone ever again, little sis,” Big Mac glared daggers at her, “By the time Twilight gets here tomorrow morning to help clean up, you’ll be a lot less warm than you are now, and after ah impregnate her royal cunt atop yer corpse, it’ll be into the wood chipper with ya. Won’t be anythang left big enough to matter.”

Applejack stared up at him, mouth agape, unable to think of anything else to say but, “Please... I love you...”

“Well Ah. Hate. You,” said Big Mac, pushing his shaft forward with each word, shaft finally awash in warm embryonic fluid. He pushed all the way in, feeling the fetus bounce against his cock before his tip smacked the back of her womb, then began to hammer his hips, each thrust tearing at that barrier more, more and more of the precious sustainment leaking out around his shaft, drooling down his balls onto the bed, and making the sound of his body slapping hers all the more loud and lewd.

Applejack shrieked, kicking her legs wildly, desperate to do something, anything, that might give her daughter a chance. She had been so close, so close to having a family, to having true happiness after so much anguish, and now it was being torn down and replaced by a nightmare. And the one she had always thought would protect her was doing it.

“Ah’ve hated you fer a while,” Big Mac continued as he continued rapid strokes, shivering at the glancing blows of the fetus against his shaft, more contact the more fluid was lost, “You think yer in charge, that this is your farm, and that our family has to live like you want, in this dirt pit, when we could be so much more. Only reason ah put up with you at all is cause yer a cock-worshiping slut that can’t get enough of her brother’s fuck stick. Well now yer gettin’ plenty of it! Enjoy it cause it’s the last dick you’ll ever feel inside you!”

Applejack’s body was starting to contract, her body instinctively attempting to expel her little bundle of joy immediately. Big Mac rolled his eyes back and shivered at how her contractions felt rippling up and down his shaft.

“That’s right, give birth to the little fuck,” groaned Big Mac, “Her life will be just long enough for her to die screaming on my throbbing cock!” Mac was forgetting to use the accent now in his excitement, but Applejack was too far broken to even notice. “Maybe I can... lubricate her ... way out a bit... oh fuck yes!”

Big Mac’s cock surged with white goo. He pushed his tip snug against the warm body of his daughter, then blasted it with white, replacing its natural fluid with his own. He shook violently, giving several more thrusts before yanking his shaft free.

Thanks to Oviduct’s magic, the process took much less time than labor generally did, and the bulge of the infant moved down her body, her legs splaying out further. The terrified mother was trying desperately not to push, as if that would somehow increase the little one’s chance of survival, and shook her head helplessly, watching fears she had never even considered coming true.

The infant splurted out in a wash of cum with swirls of red mixed in, and Big Mac caught it, rubbing much of the cum off and holding it up for Applejack to get a good look at the tiny filly before its life was extinguished. It was an adorable little filly, a dark orange coat and blond hair like her mother’s. She took her first breath and squalled in protest at her emergence.

“Oh yea, definitely big enough to fit my dick inside,” Mac groaned, “Want to name her before she dies screaming?”

Applejack flew into a frenzy, grabbing for the infant with her own forelegs, screaming like a banshee as she tried to pull it from Big Mac’s grasp. Just for fun, he let her pull it away, knowing she wouldn’t get far. She tried her best though, tumbling from the blood and cum soaked bed and practically dragging herself across the floor towards the door. Big Mac simply had to step in front of her and close the door.

“Now little sister, let her Daddy hold her too,” Big Mac grinned down at her wickedly.

Applejack shook her head, frantically sobbing as she held the crying infant close to her chest, cord still attaching the life she created to herself. She curled up around it, shielding and screaming, “Help me! Help me he’s killing my baby! HELP!”

Big Mac laughed, “Oh come on sis, you know there ain’t no one else on the farm since Granny finally keeled over. The best you can do is make her life a few minutes longer... though to be fair, I suppose that’s two or three times what it’d be if I still had her.”

Finally he slammed a hoof down against her head, which in turn slammed against the floor with a crack, her grip loosening just enough for him to easily tug the little one away. He kicked her in the face, sending her to land on her back on the floor, where he pinned her, sitting on his haunches on her chest, pinning her front legs painfully against her, her hind legs kicking helplessly behind him.

Finally it was time for the whole reason he wanted to do this. He put she writhing bundle of life against his shaft, pushing his shaft against her tiny slit. He slipped off several times, before he managed, with a bit of stealth magic, to part those tiny freshly-minted cunt lips. He held the girl up so that Applejack could watch her daughter’s immature anatomy stretching against his tip, then finally pop over it, allowing him to sink inside.

Applejack wanted to look away, but couldn’t, even as the newborn’s screams went from simple crying to wails of torment as pains stabbed upwards through her body. She watched her stretch over her dear brother’s shaft, blood drooling down his length as he forced it further. The little filly didn’t even know how to live yet, but she was already learning how to die screaming.

“Told you I’d fit,” said Mac triumphantly, speaking when their daughter took a breath so Applejack could hear.

“Mah hatred for you will never die!” Applejack snarled, “Ah swear ah’ll be waitin’ fer you in HELL! You’ll pay fer this even if ah have to burn to do it!”

Big Mac just laughed, leaning her down so that Applejack could look i8nto the foal’s piercing green eyes, letting her see all the pain etched on such an innocent face. He pushed hard, tiny body bloating out, fragile pelvis cracking audibly to accommodate the massive adult girth. He didn’t bottom out at her cervix so much as his cock ripped her entire cunt-hole apart, tearing down the side and crushing her immature womb to one side as he pierced right up into her gut.

“Now don’t be a poor sport, sis,” Mac groaned, speaking between bucks of his hips as he went deeper still, the infants body bloating grotesquely with the shape of his shaft as if he were stretching it around his cock as a condom, so tight that one could see the ridges of his cock through her flesh as they moved in and out. “I mean you can’t tell me Twilight isn’t better than you. If you were in my place, you’d make the same decision. Out with the worthless and in with the royal.”

The foal squeaked with each thrust now as every time she tried to breath in to scream, Mac’s cock slammed the air back out of her. He felt the thump of her tiny heart against his pulsing shaft, having so recently started beating, and now just seconds before it would cease forever.

He bucked his hips several more times, finally ending a life that had only known torment. Her heart popped as it was crushed, her neck swelling and her mouth pushed horrifyingly wide to allow his tip to emerge, covered in blood and baby guts.

“Yes... gonna cum so hard...” panted Big Mac, “The last time you’ll ever feel my cum on your worthless body, pumped right through this very DEAD filly.”

He arched his back and groaned, cum shooting straight up from the filly’s muzzle, raining back down upon her body, coating her yet again wish seed. He then leaned his cock forward, Applejack able to see the infant’s corpse pulse outward as his cum shot through it and onto her, raining down on her face and chest.

Finally done, Big Mac rose up, no longer pinning her down. He pulled the torn flesh-condom from his shaft, allowing it to splat wetly onto Applejack’s belly, right on the breasts that it should have been peacefully nursing right now.

Applejack wailed in despair, taking hold of the drenched corpse, curling up again around it, hugging the mass of dead flesh against her once again. It was delicious to see, and even better, she would now want to kill Twilight every bit as much as Twilight would think she wanted to kill Applejack. And of course... Big Mac.

Oviduct cast a sleep spell upon Applejack, allowing her to drift into unconsciousness. Returning to Applebloom’s form, she opened the closet door with her magic, dragging the real Big Mac back to the cum and blood covered bed. She lay him out on it, stretching out each leg towards one of the bed posts.

She was going to use strips of blankets to tie him up, but her eyes caught a glimpse of something in the closet, and grinned as she pulled it closer to see. It seemed these two already had a habit of tying Big Mac to the bed, because they had thick leather binds that were sized perfectly for his thick hooves. She grinned as she used those instead, securely fastening him. It looked like it would hold him too. While Big Mac was powerful, he needed to pull his limbs in to kick with them, so with them held stretched out he couldn’t do a whole lot.

Hm... should still be enough time to fuck with him a bit, figuratively and literally. But first...

Applebloom dug through the closet until she found a baseball bat, which she casually walked over to Big Mac with and beat him over the head with. He didn’t so much as grunt, still magically unconscious. Once his face was good and bruised, one eye swollen, she tossed the bloody bat onto the floor near the doorway. She’d need to do that for later.

She cast a spell on Big Mac to eliminate the pain in his head, healing him inside but leaving his outside looking battered, then removed the sleep spell from him. He didn’t wake up immediately since he had been asleep, as was just beaten over the head, but that was fine too.

As Applebloom, she crawled up onto her ‘big brother’, spreading her legs and straddling him like a proper filly cowgirl slut. She leaned forward, leaning against his chest as she rolled her hips against him, her filly slit drooling warmth over his shaft, slowly coating it in cunt honey as she slid her hot little cunt against his shaft.

Big Mac grunted as he batted his eyes open, then jerked awake when he realized that he was restrained. He started to protest, but then his muzzle just hung open as he stared at Applebloom grinding herself against his shaft.

Her small body couldn’t reach to kiss and grind simultaneously, so she moved up to push her lips against his for a moment, pushing her tongue into a kiss. He returned the kiss despite the confusion in his eyes, lapping out Applebloom’s maw. She then slowly slid back down his body, leaving a trail of wetness down his chest and then nestling herself against his tip, the hood of her tight pussy just barely gripping at his tip.

“What’s wrong big brother?” asked Applebloom, “Haven’t ya always wanted to be balls deep in mah underage slit?”

“Eyup,” said Big Mac breathlessly. He closed and opened his eyes several times as if trying to decide if he was dreaming. He didn’t ever remember pussy ever feeling that good in a dream though. Applebloom’s delicious little cake was pressed hotly against his tip, his shaft glistening with the filly juice she’d coated it in.

“Well ya missed yer chance before,” winked Applebloom, “Ah don’t think ya wanna miss it again.”

“Eyup,” Big Mac’s voice squeaked uncharacteristically, as if he was having trouble breathing. “Mah eye’s swollen.”

“Oh don’t worry ‘bout that,” said Applebloom, “Ya fell down earlier, but you’ll be okay. Besides, ah’m sure you’d rather be concentratin’ everything on what we’re gonna do.”

It was all a game to Applebloom. She more wonderful she made this, the more horrifying the nightmare after would feel. She turned her plot up, pulling his tip upward from his belly, giving her a clear path to thrust his hips, which was just about the only thing he could do at the moment.

“Well?” she asked after Big Mac stared at her a few more seconds as if afraid to move, “Just a twitch to pop mah cherry. Come on now, big brother, ah see that incestuous pedophile in yer eyes, and ah want all of it in mah underage cunt.”

He looked a bit incredulous at her claim to have a cherry with how slutty she was being, but when he pushed his hips upward, he felt the brief stretch of her hymen against his tip before it popped, his thick shaft suddenly surrounded in untouched virgin flesh ready to be plundered. He’d stolen so many glances at Applebloom’s slit, and fantasized so many times about how it’d feel to sink inside. He’d never admit it, but in hindsight the thing that had made him most angry about Applebloom’s death is that he lost the chance to pound her preteen pussy while he could have, even more so now that he’d realized that Applejack would have let him.

He felt her body clench up in protest at the sudden invasion of her passage, but her face showed only pleasure as she moaned, that high-pitched moan that only a slutty filly with a cunt full of cock could make, yet Applebloom’s sounded more beautiful to him than any of the fillies he’d managed to fuck since Applejack started encouraging him in the habit.

Even as her not-so-innocent virginity gripped his cock further, she rolled her little hips like a pro, taking another fraction of an inch with each thrust. He panted as he felt his tip nestle against her cervix, the fluid from her sopping wet slit drooling down the remainder of his shaft. He expected her to cease there, but instead she pushed herself down harder, bracing herself against his chest, and straining with all her might to push him through with each thrust, something no filly had ever done. Being the polite pedophile that he was, he’d never forced himself on a filly, so had never felt one as deep as he was about to go with Applebloom.

“Really good at...” panted Big Mac.

“Ah been practicin’ just fer you,” panted Applebloom, “Ah wanted to give you a perfect little pussy... come on brother, help me push deeper. Ah want yer whole adult cock even if ah feel it in the back of mah throat... brother... ah’m gonna cream so hard on you when ah feel our bellies slappin’ together.”

Big Mac no longer cared why or how Applebloom was here, his mind was centered on one thing, feeling his little sister’s child-cunt wrapped tightly around the base of his shaft. He gave a solid push up, holding it there as her face turned red from effort, trying to push his blunt tip through. When it finally gave though, it was worth every effort and more.

His three favorite fetishes collided: fillies, family, and deep fucking, and he couldn’t hold himself even long enough for her to get him all the way inside. He moaned so loud the windows shook, and Applebloom had to cling to him with all four legs to keep herself from literally being blasted off his cock from the pressure. She squealed as her belly filled and overflowed back down onto his shaft, holding tight until it lessened, then went right back to forcing herself down further.

Big Mac himself was practically squealing like a filly now as Applebloom bounced more rapidly on his shaft, still sensitive from his bust of pleasure. His mind was so flooded with pleasure that his hips just jerked erratically up and down, but the determined little filly continued her effort. Finally adult and child bellies collided, the filly’s plot nestled snugly against his still swollen balls.

Just as she said, Applebloom’s little body exploded in orgasmic bliss, unleashing a symphony of convulsions over Mac’s shaft. She shook uncontrollably, each stroke driving her to further heights until even Oviduct’s brain was flooded with pleasure. Still she took long strokes, pushing herself up and back down, taking long strokes, almost pulling fully off before slamming all the way back down, pushing his veiny shaft through her cervix and to the deepest parts of her womb with each stroke.

“Come on big brother,” Applebloom panted, “Give mah underage cunt another blast of yer incest juice.”

Sure enough, his cock erupted again not two minutes after his first orgasm, Applebloom once again having to cling against him, almost all of it overflowing her already bloated womb this time and pouring down into a puddle of cum on the bed, several inches deep before it slowly started to soak into the mattress.

“Bloom,” panted Big Mac, looking up into her bedroom eyes, “Ah swear... after that ah could die happy.”

Applebloom batted her eyelashes, “Oh big brother... yer death is gonna be anythang but happy.”

Before Big Mac barely had time to be confused at her statement, she lifted her sleeping spell on Applejack. Applejack was awake in an instant, immediately screaming as if continuing the one she had been making as she passed out. She realized Big Mac was no longer in front of her, and looked around frantically.

When her eyes came upon Big Mac tied to the bed and her little should-be-deader-than-dead sister sitting on his cock deep enough to nestle her plot against their brother’s balls.

“Applebloom,” Applejack’s mood couldn’t have been more yanked in two directions at once, “But yer dead... ah saw yer corpse... you were in pieces... am... ah in Heaven?”

“You did? Wow?” Applebloom blinked, “Well I got away a while back, but was lost fer so long they probably thought ah was dead. Maybe they made some other filly up like me and sent her just to mess with you. Goodess ah had... no idea.”

Big Mac, as exhausted and high as he was, could barely grunt in confusion.

“Really?” Applejack had never spoken with more relief and joy in her voice, but it immediately returned to hatred, “Applebloom, our brother did somethin’ horrible.”

“Yeah ah saw,” Applebloom sighed, “Ah’m really sorry about that. Ah came in and saw him standin’ over you, lookin’ like he was about to stomp yer head into the ground... saw that... foal hangin’ outta ya like that... and ah... well ah sorta went a bit nuts. Managed to grab his leg and tilt him over, then grabbed the first thing ah saw and beat him unconscious with it...”

“Um, enope,” said Big Mac plainly.

Applebloom nodded at the bat on the floor, and Applejack followed to look as well. She staggered closer to the bed, seeing that Big Mac’s head did look pretty clobbered, and ignoring his grunts of confusion.

“Then ya tied him up,” sighed Applejack, “It’s fine but... Bloom yer... yer on his...”

Applebloom blushed brightly, “Oh ah... ah’m really sorry. I was sorta... pent up... weird as it sounds... got used to regular sex from the rapin’s, and hadn’t had any in a while so... and well he is mah brother and ah... always sorta had thoughts about it and... you must be really mad at me huh.”

“Um, EEENOPE,” said Big Mac more loudly.

“No,” Applejack shook her head, willing to forgive any oddity if it meant her little sister was still alive.” She took another deep breath, “Applebloom sweetie, he meant to kill me... Twilight is comin’ tomorrow mornin’ and will be expectin’ to... gather mah corpse and... elope with him.” She glared then at Big Mac, “You shut up. Ya lost the right to speak to either of us, far as ah’m concerned.

Applebloom feigned surprise, her eyes widening, “Wow uh... well... you know ah believe you sis. And... well...” She began to pull herself off of his shaft, her sticky rump making a long moist sound as she slid herself off and allowed it to flop back to his chest, still mostly hard. “Whatever you think we should do about it... ah mean if she expects you to be dead... maybe you could get the jump on her?”

Applejack took a few moments to recover from seeing her pull off the cock, the depth seeming impossible given their size difference. And indeed it was impossible; Applebloom had made use of her changeling malleability to accomodate. She shook her head to clear it, then nodded, “I guess we have to... but...” her eyes hardened. “Ah’m... ah’m gonna’ kill our brother, Blooom. Ah’m sorry... ah gotta... after what he did.”

“Ah believe you sis,” Applebloom repeated, “Won’t hold anything ya do to either of ‘em against you, honest.”

“NOPE! NOPE! NOPE!” Big Mac was quite insistent.

Applejack growled, turning and heading to the closet, then returning with a ball gag that was of course shaped like an apple. She pulled it around his head, glaring icy daggers at him even as his confused eyes looked back.

Applebloom backed away from the bed, as if giving Applejack room to ‘work’. “Uh, ah’m gonna get some water.”

“Go on, Bloom,” said Applejack, still staring at Big Mac, “You ain’t gotta watch this if ya don’t wanna.”

Oh this was too perfect. Oviduct got to murder a newborn, ride a huge cock while shrunk to filly-size, and now would get to watch Applejack murder Big Mac, followed by either Applejack or Twilight murdering the other. She expected the fight to last all of ten seconds. If Applejack managed to nail Twilight in the head within that amount of time, she’d win. If she didn’t, Twilight would probably turn her inside out.

Her plan had certainly been altered from its original format. The easiest thing for her to do now was to get the jump on the winner as they were raping their subdued opponent, kill them both, and implant Spike with the memory of doing it. Then her intention was to burn the entire house down, charring the corpses to a crisp and eliminating the chance that she’d miss something in her hurry to correct the plan.

Either way, Applebloom had just realized how very close she had cut it. She expected Twilight to arrive anywhere from fifteen minutes to an hour from now, depending on how much her guards threw at her to deal with first thing.

She rushed to the shed outside, filling several gallon jugs with the kerosene they used for their oil lamps. She put them in a wagon and dragged it back to the house. The wagon just barely fit through the front door, and she pulled it towards Applejack’s bedroom, intending to stash them in the closest while AJ was ‘busy’.

Meanwhile, Applejack made her way into her kitchen, pulling the fleshy cord attaching her to her dead foal off as she did so. She found the sharpest knife, but as she was walking back to her room, she paused. She smiled a bit, putting the sharp knife back and instead digging out the dullest blade she could find, as well as a thin wire clamp they would normally use to tie heavy beams together during construction.

She came back into her bedroom, grunting as she saw that Mac was still semi-hard. In his defense, it would take any stallion a while to go soft again if they experienced what Applebloom just did to him. Applejack wasn’t amused either way.

She pulled herself up onto the bed, settling herself atop him cowgirl style, as she had so many times before, and began to grind her hips against his shaft.

“Ya feel that brother?” Applejack glared down at him, “That’s the marehood that not an hour ago held our daughter... and that you fucked her out of...”

Just when it seemed Big Mac’s eyes couldn’t go wider, they did. He began struggling to speak, but was muffled by the gag.

“So ah’m gonna give you one last dip, as little as you deserve it, so that ah kin get you rock hard,” Applejack growled, “Then ah’m gonna cut off yer cock, fuck you up the ass with it, then ram it down yer worthless throat before I gut yer sorry flank. Then when your little whore Twilight gets here expectin’ to get knocked up on mah corpse, I’ll get the jump on her , kick her upside the head until her horn breaks, then gut her from cunt to throat. Looks like it’ll be the two of you goin’ into the wood chipper, not me, but ah sure wish you a happy future with yer purple princess pussy... while you both burn in Hell, ‘Prince Macintosh’.”

Big Mac just stared, looking as if his mind broke at least three times during her speech, each time he thought it couldn’t be more bizarre, he was proven wrong. He shook his head feverishly, screaming against the gag, trying anything he could do to communicate that he had no idea what she was talking about, but her only reaction to his efforts were to grin widely at the terror she saw building in his eyes.

Applebloom rolled her cart in during Applebloom’s speech, tugging her cart to the corner, then turning to get a look at Big Mac’s reaction. She momentarily forgot about the kerosene, watching Applejack, slide his shaft into her torn pussy, and Big Mac try hopelessly not to get hard. Applejack smiled down at him, tracing the blade against his neck so he could anticipate his castration with a dull blade.

Oh that was hot. Applebloom moved to get a better view, sitting up on her haunches, both her hooves pushed down between her hind legs, rubbing firmly at her well-fucked slit even as strings of sperm continued to drool from it. She concentrated on driving Applejack further into her frenzy, but unfortunately for her, she concentrated enough to not hear the approach of someone behind her until she literally felt their breath on her neck. She turned around, breaking contact with Applejack abruptly as her eyes fell on someone she didn’t expect.

Fluttershy picked up the bat from next to the door, a psychotic gleam in her eyes, and slammed it down on Applebloom’s head as hard as she could.