The day had been long, and Big Macintosh was enjoying well-deserved rest, or trying to. He had no sooner tucked Applebloom in and crawled into bed himself than he heard bedroom door creak open.
There were only two ponies that might sneak into his room at night, for very different reasons. He knew who this was when they made sure to lock his bedroom door before approaching the bed. That wasn’t someone that was coming over to complain about having a nightmare. It was a good thing she’d gotten into the habit of locking the door; it had been very awkward for Applejack to hide under the sheets the last time they were interrupted by Applebloom.
Mac rolled toward the door to see Applejack creeping onto his bed with her best bedroom eyes, that expression that said ‘I’m not thinking with my brain.’ Typical mare; always horny.
“A bit tired tonight, sis,” Mac muttered, “Ya know how-”
Applejack put a hoof on his muzzle to quiet him, then slowly crawled beneath his covers. He couldn’t help but take a deep breath of her scent when he realized she’d gone into heat. That settled it; he wouldn’t be able to pry her out of his bed even if he wanted to.
“You kin be as tired as ya want,” Applejack slid close, her toned body feeling warm against his, hooves gently coaxing him onto his back, “Ya ain’t gotta do nothin’ but lay back and enjoy.”
She climbed atop him, having to practically do a split to get her hind legs around his larger frame, but he wanted to at least getting a taste of her heat before that started. He grasped her hot plot in his front hooves, tugging her toward his face. She got the idea and chuckled, leaning forward to balance against the headboard as she sat on his face instead with practiced ease.
Either she tasted better than ever, or he was hornier than he thought, because he rolled his eyes back from the first delicious drop on his tongue. He squeezed her rump as he pushed his muzzle against her, prying her labia apart with his tongue as he ground his nose against her clit. She shivered and bit her lip so as to not moan too loudly.
Needless to say, his body responded as well, thick sheath filling out rapidly before his tip escaped. Applejack swiveled, turning herself about on his head before leaning down to his crotch. He felt warm lips slip over his tip and that wonderful tongue work over him as he was tongue-scooping out thick mare honey. She let his shaft expand, swallowing it as it reached her throat, barely gagging as her neck expanded with his size. Celestia he loved that throat.
It had taken her a long time to be able to do that, given that he was the largest of any stallion he knew. He’d actually had interested mares change their mind when they saw him at full staff, afraid that it’d hurt. In fact, Applejack was one of only two mares that had ever taken him ‘belly-deep,’ and the other may have only let him because she was only capable of answering ‘mmhmm’ when asked if she was okay.
Soon, he wasn’t satisfied with just her throat, as talented as it was, so he took one more lap, gargled her apple juice playfully, then coaxed her back downward. She was happy to turn around to face him and sit her sopping wet slit against his saliva-covered shaft.
At this point she paused, blushing hotly, something she hadn’t done in a long time.
“Uh, Mac,” Applejack whispered, “Ah haven’t taken mah foal control...” That would explain why she tasted better than usual.
“Enope?” Mac breathed heavily, barely able to stand the heat of her perfect pussy against his shaft.
“No, ah didn’t ferget,” Applejack blushed more, “Ah was actually hopin’… we could not use that… this heat.”
Mac blinked. It wasn’t the first time she had indicated she wanted to make a foal, as ridiculously taboo as that was, but it was the first time she’d gone through with not taking a prevention potion beforehoof. His muzzle hung open without responding, though she generally knew what he was thinking with minimal communication.
“Ah was thankin’,” Applejack muttered, looking disturbingly adorable when flushed head to hoof, “Ah could just say that it’s a stallion from town and that ah had… agreed not to let anypony know who. Wouldn’t be a lie, right? Yer in this town and ya don’t want me to let anypony know.”
It was like her to spring this question on him while he still had her taste on his tongue. He definitely should say no.
“Eyup,” Now Mac was blushing, not that it was apparent with his red coat. He’d always wanted this as much as she; the problem was what other ponies would think, much less her family should they find out. Still, there was no reason for them to suspect them, since they had been careful not to display their feelings publicly.
Applejack rolled her hips smoothly, the only sound in the room the moist slide of her lips against his pulsating length. Her juice was making a puddle on his belly. He slid his hooves to her hips, feeling her muscles tense with her movements before tugging her to place his tip snugly at her entrance.
Mac’s blood flooded with chemical emotion as he felt the familiar slickness sliding down upon him, gliding over each bump, ridge, and vein. She fit flawlessly. Their society said this was wrong, but neither of them understood why. It felt so perfect, as if this cock and cunt were molded specifically for each other.
“I love you,” Applejack whispered, leaning forward and kissing him, her body encompassing him. Her belly finally pressed firmly against his, her soft rump sitting gently against his balls.
“I love you,” panted Mac in return. That was something he never abbreviated to ‘yep’. His beautiful sister deserved no less.
She rolled her hips against him again, pulling up and down, slick lips flexing out as she pulled him outward and pushing inward when she pushed him back inside. As tired as he was, he couldn’t keep his hips from moving in response, breathing heavily and enjoying a deep kiss with her, tongues playing together eagerly as they stared into each other's eyes. They didn’t break the kiss; it helped muffle their moans.
For now, there was nothing but one another, the lewd sound of their increasingly moist bellies smacking together, the slurping suction of Applejack’s lips being tugged up and down with the slick friction, so loud that it was a wonder that that alone didn’t wake up Applebloom in the next room.
The only reason that Mac could hold his load for more than 30 seconds was how much practice he had with Applejack. Applejack was lucky to be a mare though, as she didn’t have to hold hers in, nor could she in her current hormonal state. He was barely inside before her wet flesh was convulsing around him, milking him, her body desperate to wring out all the fertile seed it could get from those heavy balls.
Mac couldn’t tell if she was having a lot of orgasms or if she hadn’t been able to stop the first one and was just riding it through the whole act. The lack of foal control seemed to be making her all the more spastic, body shaking with the effort to not squeal in delight. She had never actually had sex during a heat while not repressed with infertility potions, and clearly her brain was having a hard time handling it.
Applejack looked to be enjoying it to the point she was barely sentient. She was a mare though, so using her bits and brain at the same time was hard enough even in lesser circumstances. Again, not as if Mac minded, and he was barely keeping coherent thoughts in his head himself.
He hammered his hips up at this point, bouncing her against him, and slid his hooves from her hips to her breasts, swollen due to her hormonal state, so he pushed against her and slid his hooves in circles around her nipples, enjoying how the spongy flesh gave at his touch, then rubbing into her nipples themselves, making her squeak, her eyes actually tearing up from the intensity of the pleasure. He couldn’t stop thinking about how this beautiful flesh would feed their foal, and he himself was looking forward to getting some mare milk from the tap once she was nice and milky.
He started to get dizzy from the pleasure furnace that he was lost in, just letting his body move on instinct while he enjoyed. Their muzzles were still pressed together, though it was impossible to play their tongues together since both of them had clenched their teeth in an effort to not scream like a cart of filly guides careening down a hill. Their kissing at the moment consisted mostly of their teeth crashing together with each buck.
Mac arched his back, every muscle tensing, pouring sweat so much that he was leaving an imprint in the sheet beneath him. Applejack was sweating just as much, to the point that it was visibly dripping from her matted chest to his. His thrusts became uncontrolled and out of sync, just trying to keep up with the rapid slamming of his sister atop him.
“That’s it brother,” Applejack moaned quietly, easily able to tell that he was about to give her insides a coat of white paint, “Time ta buck yer little sis fulla foal… oh Mac ah’ve dreamed about this ever since ah kin remember.”
This voice of his sister encouraging him to knock her up was easily the hottest thing he had ever heard, and he went over the edge harder than he ever had. Balls tensed up as he fired off a hot geyser of fertile seed into her. She clenched down on him hard, determined to not let a single drop escape. He shook uncontrollably, but she didn’t stop slamming her body against him, pumping every drop, her whimpers seeming to go up an octave with each new blast. Her belly began to swell, more than it already was from his girth at least, as he flooded her ready womb, not leaving a single fleshy corner not drenched in his sperm.
Oh Celestia, he was really doing it; he was finally impregnating his ridiculously hot sister! The first stallion to get the privilege of making a life with her. He couldn’t wait to meet their foal, and to put another inside her if this went well enough.
Her hips slowly ceased once he had emptied himself, and she lay against him still for a moment, giving him another kiss as they cradled each others head. Pulling herself belly to belly with him, they let their perfectly fitted parts throb against one another as they pulled close.
Their incestuous lust stated, they enjoyed a moment of looking into each other's eyes, nothing but pure love shining through for one another. Mac so wished she wasn’t his sister right now. He’d love to be able to kiss her in public or even plow her in public in places where it was allowed like the park. She lay her head on his chest and sighed, clearly wanting to sleep with him still tightly fitted inside her, but they couldn’t; it’d be too hard to explain why she was coming out of his bedroom the next morning.
So they shared one more kiss before she pulled off of him with a long, lewd slurp and headed to her own room, body shaking and his foal batter still drooling down her thighs.
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It was ten months into her pregnancy, and she couldn’t be happier about it, even if she couldn’t properly show it.
Everypony bought her not wanting to tell whose it was; having a foal out of wedlock was acceptable in a society where fewer ponies bothered to marry than didn’t.
Applejack tried to get around more, since previously she had done so less than the average mare, wanting to support the idea that it some stallion’s in town. She probably should have started that before Mac planted it.
She’d encouraged Mac to be more open to mares jumping him, to provide distraction from any idea that Applejack’s might be his. He had done so, though Applejack had to admit it made her jealous, especially when she realized her best friends were having goes at him. Starlight recently complained to Applejack about racket Twilight and Mac made the night before. Applejack wondered if she maybe shouldn’t have encouraged him so much, but didn’t want to seem possessive.
Applejack felt the need to ensure that he remembered whose he was, even if it was late in her pregnancy to be doing this. She went into the orchard where he was working, as she was sure Applebloom was off with her friends, and Granny never walked out this far into the orchard.
He perked his ears when she approached, making her chuckle. No doubt he was worried about her walking so far in her condition.
“Ah’m okay,” Applejack said, “Just felt tha need to mark mah territory is all.”
Mac shifted a hoof a bit at her honesty, perhaps feeling awkward at the realization that she might be envious. Knowing him, he felt worse than he should.
“Don’t be that way, ya know it’s alright,” Applejack encouraged. “Anyway, be gentle, but ah want mah brother’s hot dick in me all the same.”
Applejack wobbled about to face her plot toward him, flagging her tail up to reveal both a moist slit and swollen teats, packed tightly behind that firm round belly where their foal currently resided.
He didn’t mount up immediately, instead stepping up and taking a deep breath before sliding his head down. She expected him to take give her slit a good licking, but he went lower instead, pushing his lips against one of her nipples, slurping rather loudly and mm-ing a bit at the taste. Applejack smirked, wondering how long he’d wanted to do that.
She spread her legs, letting him get his feel, and it definitely didn’t feel bad, though at the same time Applejack was in a randy mood, so politely grasped his neck in her tail and coaxed him upward. He chuckled at her eagerness, though instead of mounting her outright, he sat on his haunches and pulled her back to do the same, letting his sweaty chest sit against her back and licking at one of her ears.
She pushed her rump back as she felt his solid shaft against her, not wasting any time before sliding it down to snug against her slit, pulling her down immediately. She needed this, already as slick as if they had already had a half-hours foreplay, and encompassed that thick girth within her, feeling the stretch that she could only get from him.
She moaned, arching her body against him as he entered, not thinking her clearest as she tried to push back as deeply as she could. Mac had chosen the position it seemed to make it easier for him to not go in too deeply though, to his credit being very careful that her eagerness didn’t become a problem. All the same, he groaned, rolling his eyes back as he lay his muzzle against her shoulder.
Applejack slid her front hooves back as he held her, stroking over whatever part of his incredibly hot body she could reach. His hooves slid down to her breasts, rubbing into them, so plump and ready for their foal that they leaked from the slightest pressure. He bathed one hoof in her milk before raising it to her lips and letting her lick it off. It was sweeter than she expected, though unsurprisingly tasted like apples.
Soon their bodies were rolling together. Though the sound of the moist penetration wasn’t as loud outdoors, their moans were. It was rare that they didn’t have to stifle their moans; maybe they should do this out here more often. For once she let herself squeal in a pitch very unlike her, and Mac continued to lick at the back of her head, his own groan practically vibrating through her head.
They took it nice and slow, Big Mac backing off every time he felt her pussy tense up as if making her stave off her orgasm as long as he could, but she didn’t mind. It would only feel better if he denied her for a while. For a while she just enjoyed him inside her, every familiar curve of his shaft stoking her flames. She knew that cock better than any other mare could, she’d felt it grow from respectable when he was a teenager, to the massive stallion tool that it was now.
She wrapped her tail about his hips, both to grasp his tail and to feel the wonderful movement, loving how his powerful muscles tensed as they made love.
His shaft throbbed hard; she could feel that he was nearing his peak, about to blast his incestuous load inside her as he had hundreds of times before. He sped up his thrusts, and she let herself go as well, clenching her teeth and eyes, but screaming a moan at the same time. Mac groaned as well as his shaft blasted into her convulsing honey hole, letting it run down both their thighs as it overflowed.
“Nggh, that’s mah slutty brother,” Applejack moaned, “Pump mah pussy full while yer foal kicks its cute little legs… so close now.”
Suddenly Big Mac stopped. Not the slow stopping they usually did, but instantly. Applejack looked behind her at him, realizing that he was looking off to the side into the bushes nearby. Following his line of sight, her heart sank as she saw Applebloom, peaking out from behind a nearby tree with wider eyes than Applejack had ever seen on her.
“Applebloom!” Applejack gasped, “This ain’t… well it is what it looks like but let me explain.”
Of all the ponies to catch them, why did it have to be her little sister?
“Applebloom please,” panted Applejack, “Kin we just agree not ta tell?”
“That foal is…!” Applebloom looked more sick from thinking about it, putting a hoof on her muzzle, “Applejack! Yer askin’ me ta lie!”
“No!” Applejack rationalized, “Just… don’t say anythang is all.”
“You told me that was lyin’ by omission!” Applebloom shot back, and she was right. “This is gross! I’m tellin’ Twilight!”
Choosing Twilight meant that Applebloom didn’t simply think it gross, but also realized it was illegal. Her sister was about to turn them in to ‘the authorities,’ and Applejack was ashamed that that was her best friend.
“Wait!” Applejack sighed, “At least let us go with you and explain.”
“I don’t even want to be around you!” screamed Applebloom before running toward Ponyville.
Twilight was no less shocked than Applebloom had been when she ran to tell Twilight; to think that her own friend had done something so abhorrent. Such a thing had never happened in Ponyville.
She couldn’t show Applejack mercy; it’d be a public scandal if she were caught. Even with Twilight handling it correctly, Celestia scolded her. One of those under Twilight’s command had done this ten months prior and Twilight had never realized. Twilight’s punishment was to personally enact the penalty.
Applejack and Macintosh had been moved to Ponyville Hospital. When Twilight arrived, she found that Granny Smith hadn’t showed up, but Applebloom was in the waiting room, rocking back and forth.
“You did the right thing, sweetie,” Twilight stopped and placed a hoof on Applebloom’s shoulder, “You should be proud… but please run along. You don’t want to hear this.” There would be screaming, to say the least.
Applebloom nodded and trotted off while Twilight went into the operating room.
Applejack and Macintosh were restrained in beds, which would have normally been used for delivering foals, made so that the bottom half split apart to spread a patient’s hind legs. There were doctors present, but the procedure was Twilight’s responsibility, so they gave a short bow and left.
Applejack’s belly was quite large. A scan made Twilight think she had only a week left before she popped, but in Equestria, the punishment for a crime did not wait.
Twilight looked as stoic as she could. She had spent all last night reading a book on how to do this and made lists to make sure she didn’t forget anything, so it should be okay.
“Hay Twilight,” Applejack said, her voice shaking, “We get pain-killer, right?”
“You know better,” Twilight scolded.
Lack of anesthesia was part of the punishment; they wouldn’t even get anything to bite down on.
“And that’s PRINCESS Twilight,” Twilight had never insisted on the title before, but she was enacting a punishment as a princess; it was inappropriate to acknowledge friendship with the criminals.
“Princess Twilight,” Applejack corrected, tears rolling down her face, shivering. It was hard to feel bad for her though; she had done this to herself.
“You have broken sacred law,” Twilight continued sternly, “Do the lawbreakers understand why this penalty must be enacted?”
“Yes, yer Majesty,” Applejack sniffled.
“Eyup… Princess,” Macintosh said. His voice was shaking even more than Applejack’s, and visibly jerked when Twilight’s eyes focused on him.
“Do the lawbreakers have anything else to say before the procedure begins?” Twilight said all the things she was supposed to.
“Ah’m sorry ah made ya do this, Princess,” Applejack choked on a sob.
“I will start with the stallion,” Twilight stated, giving no reply to Applejack and walking toward Macintosh. The stallion was wide-eyed and hyperventilating at this point.
Macintosh nodded, tears streaming down his own face now. Twilight was tempted to scold him for being melodramatic, given that he was only getting what he himself earned, but figured it was best to let him get it all out now. That way they could put it behind them afterward.
“Ah’m sorry, brother,” Applejack said.
“Silence,” Twilight said in her ‘angry mother’ tone, “The criminals will NOT speak to one another. I’d rather not be forced to use magical means to ensure your cooperation.”
“Y-yes Princess,” Applejack stammered, flinching as if she expected to be immediately flogged.
Twilight looked at Macintosh’s sheath and thick balls. It peeved Twilight that Macintosh was making her destroy such a beautiful thing, and felt awkward that she’d had it inside her the night before he was was arrested. Damnit. She’d miss slurping that sack.
“Could have saved a lot of trouble if you’d settled for me,” Twilight sighed at Macintosh, “Just so you know, however, I was pregnant with your foal as well. Emphasis on the ‘was.’”
“Minimize your movements and scream as quietly as possible. It will reduce the probability of mistakes,” Twilight provided helpful advice to the lawbreakers, “Take care not to bite your tongue.”
Twilight looked at the tray of instruments, taking a deep breath in an attempt to remain as detached as possible. She picked up the emasculator and other tools with her magic, making overly-certain it was sterile as if reluctant to begin. Macintosh couldn’t take his eyes off those tools.
“Mare,” Twilight warned when she saw Applejack look away, “Eyes here.”
Applejack nodded quietly and turned to look, showing a shamed expression that Mac was getting this because of her encouragement. Twilight was nice enough to make it easier though, using her magic to form a portal in front of each of their faces, giving them a close-up view of what she was doing. That way they wouldn’t have to do anything but look straight up while in excruciating pain.
“Very well,” Twilight sighed as she raised a parchment up to her face. Oh Celestia, she had made a list, “Shave the patient.”
Twilight picked up a straight razor rather than a safety razor. Mac had never been more still as she brought it to his leg, not that avoiding injury to his balls served any purpose. His fur was rather thick, but Twilight had enchanted the blade so it would cut easily, shaving his inner thighs from above his knee up to around his shaft. Her magic held his balls too firmly as she shaved him.
Twilight glared at Mac when he got an erection from the ball-fondling, but he couldn’t help it. A mare he had fucked recently was fondling his sack with a telekinesis-hand; what was he supposed to do?
“Identify two testes.” Twilight read as she finished up. As soon as she placed the razor back on the table, his erection deflated, perhaps to never rise again.
She grasped Mac’s balls again, pulling upward until his rump almost lifted off the table, and squeezed a lot harder than she needed to ‘identify’ them. Mac cried out, but Twilight remained stone-faced and ignored him. She focused on him like an object to be altered rather than a pony; it helped distance herself further from their friendship.
“Skip,” Twilight commented, ignoring the step for adding anesthesia, since that wasn’t allowed, “Identify median raphe.”
Twilight grasped the flesh just behind his ball sack and yanked it as well, stretching it as far as she could without ripping flesh. Unfortunately, imagining that he was an object and not a pony didn’t make her gentle. She elicited another scream as she lifted his rump off the table by his balls. She responded to the scream with a stern look to Macintosh, like a mother warning a naughty foal.
“Stallion, please be a bit more mature about this,” Twilight scolded him, “I haven’t even started cutting.” Speaking of cutting though, “Two half inch incisions on either side of raphe, at the bottom of the scrotum.”
Twilight made sure they were looking, and then picked up the shiny metal surgical knife in her magic and began to cut. She tried to make it through all layers of skin in a single pass, slicing all the way up to his balls and across them, neatly eviscerating each in turn. It was hard to hold him still as he instinctively thrashed, but she managed to do so enough that it wasn’t too crooked. She didn’t treat for bleeding, instead simply wiping the blood away every few seconds so she could see, letting it drool down onto the table beneath him and slowly form a sticky puddle beneath him.
“Let’s see,” Twilight read the instructions, “Start with the lowest testis. ‘Pop’ it through the incision as if you were popping a grape out of its skin’.”
The two ‘criminals’ wished Twilight would stop reading that out loud. They didn’t dare complain though; if Twilight felt they weren’t being cooperative, she might use one of Starlight’s spells on them.
Macintosh screamed just from the description, but it went up an octave when he felt her slide her magic down from the base of his shaft to force the testicle from its home. Twilight gave him a serious look, and he clenched his teeth to try and scream less. He knew this would hurt, but nothing could have prepared him for the geyser of agony pushing up through his body. Tears streamed down his face as he choked on a sob. He tried not to tense up, knowing that would make it hurt worse, but he couldn’t relax a single muscle.
“Make an incision at the proximal end,” Twilight continued, “To make holding it easier.”
The ‘if you’re not a unicorn’ part of that should have been understood, but it was on the list, so it was getting done. She sliced another incision, though it was a bit jagged due to Mac’s squirming. He was impressively powerful, even for a dirt pony, so it was hard to hold him still. Macintosh wanted to scream ‘why is it hurting even more?’. He figured that he’d reached the peak at least, but no such luck. Every new damage piled atop the existing torment.
“Place the clamp,” said Twilight as she applied a bronchial clamp to the strand of flesh still connecting Mac’s testicle to his body.
Why did they have to do it so properly? Why couldn’t they just lop his balls off and be done with it? Mac suspected that taking the more painful way out was part of the punishment rather than it just being the safer way to do it, so he only had himself to blame.
“Face the nuts of the emasculator up, nut to nut,” Twilight smirked at the wording, but quickly re-adopted the serious face. She moved the emasculator properly. “Open the emasculator jaws,” Click. “Check that the ratchet is open... hmm... Oh apologies, this one is broken. Let me go find another.”
Twilight walked to one of the cabinets, slowly, as if she was taking her time on purpose, though that was probably just the torment making everything slower for him. His balls hung limp for a moment, but even the touch of the blood drooling over it caused more agony. After what felt like forever, Twilight returned with a new one, sterilized it, and re-followed the last few instructions.
“Place the jaws around the cord...” Twilight brought the tool closer and pulled his parts back up, casually wiping the blood from it so she could see.
Macintosh hadn’t even heard the description of how to place it, but he felt the clamp latch around the testicle. Just cut the fucking thing off already! Maybe this was one reason why Twilight was doing it, because if it was just one of the doctors, Mac might have broken his restraints and kicked them in the face. It was easier to restrain with Twilight, since she could murder him in seconds, legally.
That’s not to say he didn’t still consider it; death might be preferable at this point.
“... release of cord tension improves the quality of the crush...” He could only make out bits of Twilight’s words now, and wished he hadn’t heard the word ‘crush’ in there. He could still see the whole process of course, and the next stab of pain was mercifully her slicing it free.
Oh thank Celestia that’s over... wait. She still has to do the other one! Fuck! He looked up at the clock to see that it’d only been fifteen minutes. It felt like it had been well over an hour.
Somehow part of it missing didn’t relieve any of the pain, but at least he had reached the part where he was almost certain that it was the max he could feel. Sadly he was mistaken. Not only did it feel like he had a ghost testicle still hurting, but as she popped the second one out of his sack, it felt like another whole river of pain was joining the one that was already flooding through his brain.
He had managed not to scream more, though he was sobbing like a filly guide. He’d mostly done so by clenching his teeth though, and at this point he could literally hear them creaking. He must have had really strong jaws, because suddenly a stabbing pain from his gums joined the parade as one of his teeth literally cracked. Despite this, he was having trouble unclenching his teeth, like a locked vice that he had to wrench open.
At least Twilight was having a much easier time holding him now, able to keep him completely steady since he wasn’t struggling as much as he was just violently trembling. She was very slowly adjusting the emasculator now, making sure to get it in the exact right position, glancing at the criminals from time to time to make sure their eyes were still open. Twilight’s reaction to his obvious agony was mostly to look at him like a teacher rebuking a naughty student.
He cracked several more teeth before his brain finally caught up with the backlog of pain, then gagged as a chunk of one landed in his throat. Twilight was nice enough to notice and pull the tooth out of his throat, tossing it into a nearby garbage can.
“I’ll have you moved to dentistry after these procedures,” Twilight casually assured him as she finally clamped her tool down on his tool.
Mac tried to keep his muzzle open now, though biting his tongue occasionally still. He tried to concentrate on the pain in his mouth since it was the lesser of the two, but it didn’t help. He felt like an agony see-saw, a pulse of pain flooded up from the bottom then down from the top.
Finally Twilight placed the second testical on the tray. She pulled the remaining sack tightly, then traced the blade along the top, moving slowly and carefully, making certain to get every bit of it. Once she pulled it away, she made another pass with the blade to get a few hanging bits of flesh.
Twilight finally cast a spell for the bleeding, though she visibly strained as she cast it, careful not to dull any of his pain in the process. She checked his vitals and that he hadn’t lost too much blood, then turned to Applejack.
Twilight carefully cleaned the tools, placing Mac’s former fun bag in a small baggy and dropping it in a biohazard container.
Applejack was shaking like a dry leaf on crack, eyes wide as she watched Twilight approaching. Even her belly was wobbling just a bit, the large dome stretching it out. Twilight felt over the dome with her magic, feeling the little kicks from within, though that wasn’t why she was feeling it. She was trying to get a better idea of how to work this.
“There weren’t instructions for a hysterectomy on a pregnant pony,” Twilight explained, “Not to worry, though. I can improvise from the instructions I found. Try to be as still as you can. It’s more vital in your case because I’m going to be cutting a REALLY big hole in you, and I’ll be cutting near organs that you probably don’t want any holes punched in.”
Watching Macintosh get cut was one thing, but watching herself get sliced up was going to be another thing entirely. Twilight grasped Applejack’s muzzle with her magic, facing her more directly at the viewing portal to remind her not to look away. At least she hadn’t eaten, so there wouldn’t be vomiting, that was something.
“Shave the area,” Twilight produced the same razor that she had shaved Mac with, though it was significantly easier with a mare. There was no unintentional arousal involved with Applejack; she was so dry that it practically chafed when she shifted her hips.
Applejack felt tears roll down her face as Twilight shaved over the wide dome on her belly, trying not to sob completely, but it wasn’t easy. Twilight showed no empathy whatsoever; it wouldn’t be appropriate to.
“Incision along your midline above your breasts,” Twilight said as she placed the blade just above where Applejack’s swollen breasts were.
Twilight sliced upward, parting her flesh up through her belly button and further up along her foal bump. She held Applejack’s insides inside with her magic, lest they immediately try to flop out. Applejack groaned the first of many times at the literally stabbing pain as Twilight reached what was almost the highest point of the curve. She paused there, but then continued when she remembered she’d need to see the ligaments above it and would thus need to have the whole womb free.
“Place self-retaining retractors along the abdominal incision to hold you open,” Twilight still felt the need to inform her patient what she was doing, even raising her voice to make sure Applejack could hear better over the sound of her own sobs.
Twilight realized this was a rare opportunity to see the insides of a living pony. So she kept cutting upward further than she had to, all the way up to the horrified Applejack’s collar bone, then even went lower with the other side, cutting between the breasts down until she was just shy of Applejack’s slit, as she wanted to get a look at the breasts inside as well. She used metal hooks to hook at the edges of the flesh and connected to the bed, pulling Applejack wide open. By the end, Applejack’s guts from neck to pussy were completely exposed.
“Use gauze packs to absorb some of the blood,” Twilight informed her.
The gauze was mostly to absorb the bleeding in the area Twilight would be working, and she even cast a spell to slow the bleeding in general since she couldn’t have Applejack bleeding out completely. Twilight took this time to marvel at the organs though, watching the lungs inflate and deflate rapidly, the terror-stricken heart thumping so rapidly. She got a bit lost in poking around to see everything, even putting a hoof inside at one point to feel at the spongy flesh of her breasts from the inside as well as to feel the little one kick, a look of fascination on her face. So engrossed was she that this lasted for well over an hour.
“Ah know ah’m not supposed ta talk, Princess,” Applejack finally managed to get out between sobs, “But...” Applejack could do nothing but twitch her legs at this point, her body an explosion of pain as if every nerve was firing together, inside and out.
“Hm?” Twilight looked up at Applejack, “Oh right. Sorry, I forgot about the procedure for a moment. Let’s see... I should cut the ligaments in this order...”
Twilight finally began to cut the bits of flesh attaching what she would remove to what would be remaining. With each bit she clamped a tight ring of stitching on the flesh, then sliced through it on the side of what she was taking. Twilight was extremely careful, which only made the process take longer. She grasped Applejack’s bladder in her magic and pushed it southward more firmly than she should have, tucking it against her pelvis to keep it still and out of the way before continuing.
“Unfortunately since you are very pregnant,” Twilight said as if the difficulty was entirely Applejack’s fault, “It’s going to take me a bit longer.
She slowly tugged the entire structure upward. At first Twilight tugged Applejack’s whole system up, and was even tugging at her vagina. Applejack panicked for a moment, thinking Twilight might take the whole thing right up to her vulva, not that she could do anything as a result of that panic other than sob in a slightly different manner. Luckily Twilight saw this and used her blade to slice it off at Applejack’s cervix. There would be no taking stallions that were Mac’s size now, not fully at least, since pushing through the stitched cervix would result in them fucking her gut.
Applejack continued to watch like a good convict, though she was less looking and more staring with glazed over eyes, looking like she’d had her very soul raped via this punishment. Why did she have to have such a curious surgeon?
Mac’s eyes weren’t much different. Unlike Applejack, he didn’t know Twilight well enough to trust that she wouldn’t end up killing Applejack, but what could he do? It definitely wouldn’t help things to break his bounds and kick Twilight in the face while she was trying to cut.
Finally the blob of flesh was lifted fully out. Applejack watched in abject horror as a piece of her was ripped out. Twilight packed some gauze like material into the space where Applejack’s womb had been to fill the space; it would dissolve, but would give her guts time to latch back together. Twilight held the womb up above them, dripping gore and blood onto the floor, and began stitching Applejack up, starting at her vulva.
It didn’t seem to help; Applejack could do nothing but tremble at the pain stabbing through her whole body, but at least she wasn’t going to add more atop it now.
“Very well,” Twilight said as she finished, still holding up the womb, “Both of the criminals will look.” The portals they had been looking through disappeared, as if Twilight wanted them to see it directly.
As they watched, Twilight used her magic to squeeze at the far end of the womb. The fetus was wiggling a great deal now at being jarred and ripped from its home. She squeezed it out, head first, making what was easily the most disgusting slurp that any of them had heard. She snapped the cord, wadding the flesh up to place it in a larger biohazard bag, which was dropped in the same bin where Mac’s balls had been tossed.
The fetus started to wail, but Twilight quickly held its muzzle shut so it wouldn’t interrupt the lesson. She let Applejack and Mac get a good look at the tiny colt, colors that vaguely matched their own, though it was hard to tell with it covered in goop.
“I want you to get a good look at this,” Twilight scolded, sounding like an angry teacher, “YOU forced me to take this action with your disgusting crime. Make sure to tell Celestia that you understand that when you write your letters to her.”
With that Twilight’s magic crushed the little one’s head. It let out a yelp even through its clenched muzzle, convulsing violently as its skull gave and brain oozed out between the broken shards, ending its life before it had begun. Twilight glared at them as she did this, her expression so hateful that one would have thought they were personally doing this themselves. And as far as Twilight was concerned, they were.
“Burn this image into your mind,” Twilight said, “Remember it every time you are tempted.” Twilight dropped it into a bag, then tossed it into the biohazard bin like the waste it was, “And do not forget. If you are caught doing this again, we take everything that’s left, shaft and tunnel.”
Twilight took another moment to glare at them with so much raw hatred in her eyes that they wondered if she might combust.
And then, like flipping a switch, her face turned into a smile. She was no longer acting as a princess now, so she was free to view them as friends again.
“Applejack, Mac!” Twilight smiled, “Are you doing okay?”
“Ah’ll be fine,” Applejack’s sobs were dying down only slightly, “Just get me to recovery.”
“Eeeyup,” Macintosh answered as well.
“That’s great!” Twilight smiled, “I’ll let the girls know, maybe they can visit you too if that would make you feel better. I’ll get the doctors... and a dentist.”
Twilight poked her head out the door, waving a hoof to several nurses that were wondering why it was taking so long but hadn’t dared to peek in. They smiled to Twilight as they came in and prepared to take the patients to their rooms.
“So Applejack, before I go,” Twilight said, “Do you still think you’ll be able to make Rarity’s birthday party? She was worried that you wouldn’t be able to make it, since she’s made you the dress to wear and everything.”
“What’s that, like two weeks?” replied Applejack, “Yeah ah should be able ta make it, just let Rarity know to alter the dress so ah kin be in a wheelchair.”
“Sounds great!” smiled Twilight.
Twilight walked over to Macintosh next, standing up next to his head. Mac looked up at her as if he expected her to bite his face off.
“So um, Mac,” Twilight whispered discreetly to him, “We did schedule that date for two weeks from now, do you think you’ll be able to make it? If it turns out you can still maintain an erection, we can do as we planned, otherwise I’m fine with just a dinner date between friends. Is that okay with you?”
“Eyup,” Mac nodded slowly, mostly because he was afraid to say no. Though bagging an alicorn was still good bragging rights, so he hoped he was still able to get it up.
Twilight waved at them one more time, then went to let their friends know which room they’d be staying in so they could visit.
Dear Princess Celestia,
Today I’ve learned that laws are there for a reason. More importantly, I’ve learned that not turning myself in only made things worse. I should have realized my mistake sooner and reported myself, so that my fetus wouldn’t have been developed enough to die screaming.
I am deeply sorry for forcing you to force Twilight to crush the abomination.
Your subject,
Applejack
Dear Princess Celestia,
I learned not to fuck family, so fuck you instead.
Your subject,
Big Macintosh
