Equestria's Finest Hour

Twilight knocked on Applejack’s door. Spike stood behind her with notes, parchment, and quills. She also had a shovel, which wasn't out of place at all. Either way, Twilight was eager to get more data on her new research project.

“Hay thar, Twilight,” Applejack said as the door opened, “Thank ya fer coming.”

Twilight cleared her throat.

“Oh, right,” Applejack bowed the best she could with her swollen belly. “Sorry ah keep fergettin’, Princess.”

“Oh it’s fine,” Twilight said, showing mercy, “You’re only a mud pony.” Twilight had dialed up her racism after becoming Princess. She was objectively better than her friends now, after all. “I’m eager to begin. Is your family here?”

“No,” Applejack said, knowing better than to take offense, “Though ah can’t figure why ya wanted them to be gone, especially Mac.”

“Trust me, they’d get in the way,” Twilight explained, "Follow."

Twilight trotted away from the house and into the orchard. She grabbed parchment from Spike and looked thoughtful as she read and walked.

“Pinkie wanted to be here too,” Applejack mentioned, waddling after Twilight, “Mac wants a go at her, since we found out we’re cousins or somethin’.”

If Applejack didn’t know better, which she didn’t, she’d think Twilight was trying to avoid witnesses.

“Pinkie’s happily visiting her family’s rock pit,” Twilight assured, “She’s probably having a lick-off with all her sisters as we speak. It’s unfortunate that she doesn’t have brothers to fuck like we do.”

“Ah guess we’re doin’ it outside,” said Applejack.

Applejack didn't want to sound like she was questioning royalty, but wondered why they were headed into the orchard. And what the shovel was for.

“Dirt is easier to clean.” said Twilight. She'd learned to keep answers simple when dealing with hick friends, “I can’t thank you enough for having Big Mac’s foal. I've been wanting to get more data on incestuous births.”

“Aw, well it’s tha least ah kin do,” smiled Applejack, “Specially after you pulled strings fer me when ah... with Cheerilee.”

“Don’t mention it,” smiled Twilight, smiling and waving a hoof, “Murdering somepony for dating your brother is completely natural. I attempted to eliminate Cadence several times before warming up to her.”

They walked for several more minutes before Twilight stopped. For some innocent reason, Twilight erected a bubble of silence around them. She turned to face Applejack, surrounding her with magic as well. Twilight passed the shovel to Spike, who glared, but walked to the edge of the bubble and started digging.

“What in tarnation?” Applejack asked, watching Spike.

“Don’t worry about him,” smiled Twilight, “Ready?”

“Uh, sure,” said Applejack, “If this is what you think’s best, ah trust ya.”

”It is best! If I induce your labor, it won't catch me off guard later,” explained Twilight, “I have an appointment with Celestia this week to help new students at her school; I didn’t want to risk interruption.”

“You royals and yer foal-fiddlin’,” chuckled Applejack, but then tumbled as the first contraction rocked her. She clenched her teeth as it came much harder than she expected. Moving slowly, Applejack lay on the ground and rolled onto her back. She opened her hind legs toward Twilight, but continued their conversation, “Sometimes ah wonder if ah should keep you away from Bloom.”

“Oh you’re too late for that,” said Twilight politely. Twilight scribbled on her parchment and watched Applejack attentively. “After we executed that retard, I started hanging out with Fluttershy more. Suffice to say, Fluttershy rubbed off on me, and then me and her rubbed off on Applebloom together several times! I’m glad she taught me to enjoy foals more; it helps me appreciate my own early training with Celestia.”

“Wait, what?” Applejack had been joking about Applebloom, who Applejack believed to be keeping it in the family. Further complaint, however, was cut off by another contraction.

“Goodness, Applejack,” Twilight laughed goodheartedly, “You must be the only pony in Ponyville that didn’t know. I’ve become a raging foalophile; I'm probably more one than Fluttershy now. It’s expected, you know. It's basically a requirement for royalty anyway.”

“We’ll talk about that later,” groaned Applejack as her face twisted, her pain increasing with each convulsion, “Ah think ah might need some birthin’ help, so if ya could get over here...”

“What do you mean?” asked Twilight, caught off guard, “I’m here to observe. I can’t interfere without risking the experiment.”

“Twilight!” Applejack said firmly. It was getting harder to be respectful. “This ain’t no joke, ah could die if there are complications!”

“Well obviously there is a high probability of complications,” nodded Twilight. She had thought that to be obvious.

It should have been obvious at least with Spike still digging the hole. Applejack had always been a bit slow. For now, Twilight continued to write, “I induced and sped up the process. It’s a necessary risk; I don’t have time in my schedule to wait hours or days for you to have a safe birth.”

Spike began to rub himself at the sight of Applejack’s spread hind legs and twitching cunt, but Twilight smacked his claw away. Spike grumbled, looking like a hatchling deprived of his favorite toy, which he was, but returned to digging. The longer Twilight was a princess, the more she enjoyed mistreating him, and he had became a bit malcontent.

“Twilight, I ain’t kiddin’!” Applejack paniced, breathing heavily and holding her swollen, sloshing belly as her body contracted again. “Somethin’s wrong!”

“Applejack,” Twilight warned seriously, “If you continue to risk the experiment by begging for mercy, I shall be forced to mute you, and I’d rather not. I’d lose the data on your screams.”

Applejack arched her back at another surge of pain, a pinkish discharge oozing from her swollen slit, tears rolling down her face. She realized that the conversation was going nowhere, so all she could do was try to survive. She relaxed as much as she could, picking up a nearby stick on the ground and biting down on it for support.

Twilight casually hummed to herself as she tugged the stick out of Applejack’s muzzle. She tossed it outside the magic bubble before she gathered up other nearby rocks and sticks to leave her friend with nothing.

Applejack finally resorted to biting down on her own hoof as her body heaved. The lump shifted downward, forced more firmly with each convulsion. Twilight noticed that there wasn’t a single lump. One was pushed down as another waited its turn; she was having twins. Twilight excitedly leaned forward as she watched and wrote.

The first foal had a brown head with reddish mane as it stretched Applejack’s lips. As her cunt spread wide, Applejack's panic made her tense, and there was an audible rip in her flesh. Blood poured out around the little one’s head. Applejack fell completely back, unable to even raise her head from the ground, four legs kicking as pain ripped through her body, the accelerated birth magnifying it exponentially. She screamed in frustration before beginning to sob outright.

“Spike!” Applejack begged, “Oh my Twilight please don’t let me die...”

‘Aw, thanks,” Twilight said, sincerely, “That’s the first time I’ve heard anypony swear in my name.”

“Yeah, sure, AJ,” grumbled Spike, digging quickly enough that only the top half of his body was visible as he continued to dig, “Like I’m gonna go against Twilight for the sake of somepony that doesn’t even put out.”

The first foal squeezed further, kicking its front legs then bucking its hind ones while they were still inside, exasperating the bleeding further. It was a cute little colt that flopped onto the ground, and it was followed shortly after by another head. Twilight at first expected it to be a colt as well, since dual-gendered twins were rare, but was delighted when it was a filly. They were covered in blood so it was hard to see, but she looked the same color pattern as her brother.

“Oh Applejack,” moaned Twilight, “You look really hot right now, and have such sexy little foals. You don’t mind if I masturbate to your death do you? Great!”

Twilight continued writing with her magic, but slipped both hooves between her thighs and began to rub at her sopping wet slit. She watched as Applejack writhed, trying hard to sit up enough to at least look at her foals, twisting herself about trying to see, but too weak.

“At least show ‘em to me,” Applejack sobbed, “And let Mac know-“

“The no helping you rule stands,” Twilight panted, “Besides, I’m not taking them to your family. Seeing them gave me some interesting ideas, so I’ll be taking these hot fuckable little biscuits home with me.”

“Do ah at least get to name ‘em?” asked Applejack between wails, out-screaming the newborns.

“Nah,” shrugged Twilight, “I’ll just call them Filly-1 and Colt-1. It’s simpler.”

“But they’ll know,” Applejack groaned, barely able to keep consciousness, “Everypony’ll wonder why ah died and where tha foals went.“

“No,” smiled Twilight, rolling her eyes at her silly friend, “That’s why I wanted to do this in the orchard, for easy cleanup. I’ll tell everypony that you weren’t here when I visited, and they won’t know different because I can make the ground look undisturbed where you’re buried.

Applejack’s eyes went wide, looking at Spike, “Oh Celestia... he’s diggin’ mah grave?!”

“Indeed,” chuckled Twilight good-naturedly, “I don’t look down on you for being slow to realize that though; you are just a dirt pony.”

“Eventually you’ll be a literal dirt pony,” laughed Spike. “Cause you know... rotting and worms and...”

“Shut up Spike,” Twilight smiled kindly at him, “That looks deep enough. Go ahead and toss her in.”

“Ah’m not even dead yet!” Applejack sobbed, “Twilight stop this! Please ah’ll do anythang!”

“You’re welcome,” Twilight said, offended at Applejack’s lack of gratitude, “Here I am offering to let you suffocate instead of bleeding to death for who knows how long, and all you can think of is yourself.” Twilight tsked, shaking her head in disappointment.

Twilight grasped the foals in her magic, intentionally keeping Applejack from seeing them. Instead she turned so that she was between Applejack and them. She snipped the cords, and Twilight smiled as their wailing closer to her muffled the sound of Applejack moaning.

“Aw, you two are so adorable!” Twilight smiled, rubbing a perverted hoof firmly against the filly’s slit, then massaging gently at the colt’s tiny sheath, “This is perfect. If I breed you two darlings, I’ll have even more data on incest foals!”

Spike grumbled as he grasped Applejack by her tail, dragging her slowly across the dirt as she sobbed, leaving a trail of blood and afterbirth behind her. He pulled her aside the grave, then rolled her into it. She hit the bottom on her belly and cried out again, panicking more as the world faded, dizzy and cold as death crept nearer.

Spike looked at Twilight perving on the newborns, so shrugged and hopped into the grave himself. He already had a boner throbbing in front of him, smacking his belly as he moved, but that bitch Twilight never let him get off at these things anymore. He figured he’d get a quickie in while she wasn’t looking.

Applejack’s sobbing became a confused yelp as she felt Spike walk across her, each step causing her more stabs of pain. He hopped behind her plot and pulled her bloody tail out of his way. Her pussy was pretty useless at this point, but her asshole was tighter than ever as she clenched it in agony. He lubricated himself with a bit of the gore, then forced his way into his dying friend’s tail hole, shivering as it gripped him and beginning to thrust.

He pounded her hard, and Applejack’s moans covered up the sound of their bodies slapping together as Spike made use of her once more. He loved how she twitched with each new agony, so he intentionally dragged his claws around her bleeding cunt tearing it open further until it was barely recognizable as a pussy. He reached to dig claws into her swollen breasts as well, twisting hard and letting his claws dig into her flesh freely. He loved the feel of pony flesh ripping at his claws, and it wasn’t something he got to feel often.

Spike rolled her over to flip her, both so that he could enjoy the pain and despair in her eyes, and so that he had better access. He licked his lips, dragging his claws down her belly, slicing deep into her flesh at her belly button and dragging downward. All she could do is shake her head weakly as he cut all the way to her clit, then ripped her gut open with his claws.

"Sorry AJ," panted Spike, "I don't get to eat real pony very often; I'm sure you understand."

Spike continued to hammer his hips, opening her ass with each thrust. Now that Applejack's gut was open, he could see the stretch of his shaft as it pushed in and out of her intestines. The part he was interested in consuming though was different. He grasp at Applejack's flabby womb, which had so recently housed her twins, tearing the organ free, her ovaries and most of her foal canal coming with it. He held it up, wrapping his tongue around and ovary and slurping it into his muzzle, tearing it off and chewing. His eyes rolled back at the sweet taste of pony flesh.

"Spike," Applejack managed to stammer, her body now wrecked with constant agony, "Why?"

"What?" asked Spike, tearing off the other ovary, gore drooling down his maw, "It's not like you're gonna be using it again."

"Kill me," begged Applejack.

"Nah," said Spike, "It'd make your asshole go limp. Besides, watching you suffer is reeeeally hot."

He felt his shaft drooling pre-cum into her tail hole even as he slurped her fuck tunnel into his maw like thick pasta, then stuffed the rest of the womb down his throat, gnawing messily as he tore it apart and took it down a bit at a time. He chuckled at the look of abject terror on her face as she watched him. That look alone might have sent him over.

His dragon dick sent a torrent of thick see up into her intestines, Spike moaning as he watched through the gaping hole in her chest. He could see her guts swell with his seed as it washed further up into her. He groaned, leaning forward to get a better look at her.

His claws grasped her breasts again, on either side of the slice down her middle, turning his hands about to dig into her flesh, tearing out a handful of each. He feasted on the spongy breast flesh, milk and blood drooling down his front as he stuffed first one and then the other into his muzzle.

"Twilight plans on killing Applebloom later today, "Spike lied, just to make Applejack's death that much more miserable. "Thought you'd wanna know."

Applejack's eyes went wide, but when she tried to speak, all she could do was choke on her own blood pooling in her maw. She convulsed several last times before her eyes glossed over, her writhing becoming twitching. Spike grinned as he watched her breathing stop, and finally pulled himself from her now somewhat-looser rear hole.

“That’s it,” Spike groaned, “I got you after all muddy. Now if I can just manage to get at Rainbow’s plot, I’ll have notches for all six of you.”

Spike chuckled, yanking his shaft free of her and crawling out of the hole, leaving the corpse with his cum drooling from its asshole . Fortunately, Twilight was still distracted, so he pushed the dirt back into the hole as quickly as he could. He was sore that Twilight hadn’t allowed him to on her own; Applejack was his friend too after all, why shouldn’t he get to fuck her as she died?

Twilight was too enamored with her little ones, inspecting them closely. She cast a spell upon herself so that her breasts puffed out, then allowed each of the little ones to latch on. She purred as they slipped their tiny muzzles over her nipples and suckled.

Twilight rubbed a hoof over each of their behinds, not that they appreciated it much yet. She used her formed a magical shaft to massage herself within, working herself rapidly to tense up, her soft pussy twitching. She bit her lower lip as she brought herself to the edge, then quickly pulled their little muzzles from her breasts and pushed them against her pussy as she creamed.

The innocent infants didn’t question it, lapping and slurping up the femme cum that spurted out of Twilight’s slit like a fountain. She shivered happily, rubbing against their faces before letting them move back to her breasts.

“There we go,” Twilight panted, “I’ll need to use some magic and potions to make you two mature faster; I don’t want to wait for you to be hold enough to slap bellies.”

“Muddy is taking a dirt nap,” Spike said from behind Twilight, having tucked his equipment back into his reptilian slit lest Twilight notice he had put it to use.

“Excellent,” Twilight smiled, but paused, "You're covered in blood?"

"What?" shrugged Spike, "You didn't say I couldn't eat on her, and the meat would've gone bad anyway."

"That makes sense I guess," Twilight's horn glowing brightly as she dropped the bubble around them, her energy spreading over the ground to both cleanse it of bodily fluids and smooth over the grave so it wouldn’t be distinguishable. “Let’s leave the bitch to rot and head home; we have work to do!”