Sweet Apple Massacre: The Revival
Author's Note
Warning this fic is not for the faint of heart. The following content contains but is not limited to: rape, incest, cannibalism, mutilation, necrophilia, and other gruesome acts. Those who are squeamish pregnant or may become pregnant should not continue. You have been warned
Peace And Quiet
A Cool breeze rushes through the heavy branches of the vast orchard. Rustling a chorus of dancing leaves within the air. The sweet scent of succulent apples permeates the air. Surveying the sea of glistening apples trees that make up Sweet Apple Acres Big Macintosh nods his head in approval. It was nearly apple-bucking season once again, and by the looks of it they were looking at a good surplus of bits to help them through the off season. Glancing over towards the farm house he spots his younger sister Apple Jack trotting up towards him.
“Woo boy look at all them apples! This might be our biggest harvest yet! You excited Big Mac?"
“Eeyup! That's a lotta apples. Its looking like it'll be a good harvest”
Standing next to one another they sit there enjoying the cool breeze on their sweat covered bodies. It was nice to simply enjoy this rare occasion of peace, and quiet. It wouldn't be long before they would go about the task of harvesting all of their apples, and ship them all across Equestria to markets, and other producers. Usually at this point in time the youngest of their family Apple Bloom, and her friends would be running around causing all kinds of trouble, or something a kin to it. However she has yet to show herself to her siblings all afternoon. Which to Apple Jack was odd.
“Say, I don’t suppose you’ve seen Apple Bloom anywhere, have ya? I've been looking for her all day. Its not like her to just disappear like this without telling some pony,”
“ Can’t say I have though its not unusual for her to just up 'n vanish,”
“Dang nabbit that silly filly has gone off somewhere with her friends, and right in the middle of Apple-bucking season! She better not be getting herself into any mischief. I don't think our coffers can take yet another lawsuit,”
“Don’t go worryin’ yourself over sumthing you can't control. I’m sure she’s perfectly fine probably out having some fun playing in the woods, or something. Anyway I need to go back to the barn. Gotta go, and press some apples for some of my special cider. I hoof-picked a few apples earlier today. Nice plump ones that I couldn't help, but pick. They ain’t gonna press themselves so I'll see ya later Apple Jack,”
Bursting out with laughter Applejack responds “You sure love your cider, don’t ya! Just make sure Apple Bloom doesn't get into it again, we all know what happened last time!”
Big Macintosh chuckled along with his sister. “Eeyup!”
Trotting back to the barn Big Mac gently opens the door, and closes it quickly behind him. The large storage room was covered with mostly hay; dust, and various tools they used to tend to their farm as most often have. However unlike most farms theirs had a secret. Hidden in one of the corners was an old rusty hatch which led to an old cellar they very rarely use.
Opening the trap-door with his mouth Big Mac goes down the steps, and into the old dark disused apple cellar. Usually it was just filled with junk; scrap metal, worn ploughs, moldly old rope and various other bits that had long since outlived their usefulness. He often came down here when he was overwhelmed with responsibilities, and needed to get away from the world. If only for a moment. It was his home away from home. A place to truly call his own to withdraw into himself if only for a little while. He came down here often these days; the exuberance of his youngest sister has been wearing down his nerves to the brink of insanity.
Usually on those days he would pull out a bottle, and drink his woes away. Today however was a little bit different. For today he had found a new use for the old rope. Propped up against a wall were a bound, and gagged Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo. Their eyes the size of diner plates as they gaze upon their recently returned captor. Their bodies quake in fear as the large stallion slowly stalks them his eyes never breaking from theirs. A cruel vicious smile creeps across his muzzle.
“Now my little fillies,” he said, the somberness within his voice making his words sound more ominous than ever. “ Its time to teach y'all a lesson one that you won't be forgetting anytime soon. You need to learn not to go messing around with Big Old Macintosh. Especially when all he wants is some god damn peace n' quiet!” he said, looking directly at Apple Bloom. The intensity of his glare saying it all.
The little red haired filly cowers under his gaze. The fear of her older brother making her body grow cold.
“All I want is a quiet life, without all you Cutie Mark Crusaders runnin’ round the place! Screaming like bats out of Tartarus, and causing all kinds of trouble for me to clean up! By the time I’m finished with y'all, there isn't going be a peep coming from any of you ever again,”
As Big Macintosh approaches, Scootaloo flaps her wings frantically struggling to get off the ground. Laughing he grabs hold of one of her wings, and twists it slowly. Watching the pain visibly grow within her eyes his smile broadens. Licking his lips he rips down hard. The sounds of bone, and soft tissue tearing echoes off of the walls as her poor wing is torn from her body. Blood splatters across his face as the little filly screams in agony, and falls to the ground unceremoniously.
“Your wings were useless in the first place ya silly filly. Now look at what you've done. I'm gonna have to punish ya for trying to escape your lesson,” he coos.
Going to a toolbox he takes out an old rusty knife with a serrated edge, and drops it in front of the three fillies. Their eyes peel away from him, and down to the knife. A cold sweat begins to pour from them as they imagine just what Big Mac was planning on doing with it.
“I’m gonna go, and take off those gags now. The first one of you to scream gets their tongue cut out.”
Walking up to the fillies he takes off Sweetie Belle’s gag first. She looks up at him in horror, but somehow manages to stay quiet. Next was Scootaloo who lets out a strangled whine as her breathing becomes heavy. Still within the initial shock of horrendous pain from her severed wing she manages to resist the temptation though just barely. Finally he removes the gag from his little sister Apple Bloom.
She stares at him with her large fear filled eyes. This was Big Mac after all her big brother, and the gentlest of souls. Wasn’t it? Surely this was just some horrible joke? A bad prank for spilling all those barrels of cider, or something. Right!? However gazing down at the pooling blood that was surrounding Scootaloo's body she knew that it was no joke. Taking in a large breath of air she begins to scream.
“APPLEJA—“
Shoving his hoof deep into Apple Bloom’s mouth he silences her scream. Sighing he shakes his head.
“I told you not to scream Apple Bloom. You should have listened to your big brother,”
“I’ll…I’ll scream, and scream again, an’ Applejack will hear and, and…” Apple Bloom says as her breathing becomes hitched.
“Ya know I kind of hope you do. After all, I'm still mighty sore for that injury she gave me last apple-bucking season. If you want Applejack to join yall down here go ahead, and scream away. I for one would love her company right about now...now back to business,”
Picking up the knife Big Mac towers over the cowering Apple Bloom, and pins her down with a powerful hoof. The little filly whelps as her brother's immense weight traps her. She tries to clamp her mouth shut so that he couldn't put the blade in. However Big Mac simply leans into her his weight slowly crushing her. She tries not to scream, but unfortunately she is forced to open her mouth for air. Big Mac seizes his opportunity, and pulls her tongue out to its fullest length. With a slow saw-like motion Big Mac begins to cut her tongue. Blood coats the blade as it tries to cut its way through. Apple Bloom screams, and squirms as she struggles with all her might to free herself from her brother's hold. Sweetie Belle pukes at the sight before her. The thick yellow chunks and acidic-smelling liquid spattering heavily on the floor. Scootaloo manages not to get sick, but rather gasps with choked out breaths as her body fills with panic, and fear.
Apple Bloom begins to let out gurgled screams of protest as her mouth fills with blood. Big Mac simply lets out grunts of amusement as his attempts to remove her tongue become labored. He had managed to saw through most of her tongue, but now with soo much blood pouring from the wound it was becoming impossible for him to get a proper hold on his knife. His grunts of pleasure turn to ones of frustration as his progress slows. Whipping his blood covered hair back as he tosses the blade to the side. How was he going to silence her if his blade couldn't cut all the way through? It was disheartening for him...that is until an idea struck him. With a wicked smile he takes Apple Bloom's head in his hooves, and turns her towards him. So that she could look into his eyes.
" Its your lucky day sis ya get to have your first kiss,"
Apple Bloom's eyes bulge as her big brother leans down, and takes her half severed tongue into his mouth. She moans in disgust as her brother plays with her. Peeling his lips back he lets the others see that he has Apple Bloom's tongue securely trapped between his teeth, and with a deep throated chuckle rears his head back tearing the last remnants of tongue away from the poor filly's mouth. She lets out a mutilated scream as blood gushes out of her mouth like a chocolate fountain. Big Mac looks down at his prey the feeling was intoxicating.
The power to inflict all of his darkest desires onto his new found victims. He felt like a colt again. Speaking of which it was time to up the anti. With an ice cold stare Big Mac scans the room, and sees the cooling vomit splayed across the floor, and an idea strikes him...a wondrously wicked idea. Spitting out the tongue Big Mac begins to roll it into the pile coating it with bile, and half digested food. Turning his head he looks over to the one winged Pegasus. A bloodied grin seeps across his face as he looks her dead in the eyes.
“Ya hungry?”
Scootaloo shakes her head vigorously as she casts him a defiant glare. “If Rainbow Dash was here she would kick the crap out of you, you…you sick freak!”
Shrugging Big Mac says “Well, she ain’t. An’ anyway, I wouldn’t be so sure about that. Rainbow Dash ain’t as tough as she likes to make out.”
Shoving the vomit-covered tongue into Scootaloo’s mouth Big Mac covers her mouth with his hoof clamping her mouth shut. He lets out a little laugh as the filly struggles and squirms.
“Didn’t your mother ever tell you how important it is to chew your food?”
Scootaloo closes her eyes as she flaps her one good wing desperately. Her cheeks turn red then purple as tears stream down her face. Her lungs burn as if filled with fire as she quickly runs out of air. Her limbs fall to her side as they become heavy eventually she is forced to swallow Apple Bloom’s tongue.
"That a girl be sure to eat it all," Big Mac says as he watches the poor filly swallow.
Letting go he lets her fall to the ground gasping for air
"You sick freak!" Cough, cough, cough scootaloo coughs out as she starts to gag.
"Now, now don't be losing your lunch or else your gonna have to eat it again, and I promise I won't be as gentle the second time around,"
Sweetie Belle watches in horror as her friends are tortured in front of her. Apple Bloom laying in a pool of her own blood as she desperately tries to cry out for her sister to save them. Scootaloo crying as she tries not to puke up their friend's severed tongue. The deprave look in Big Mac's eyes as he just sits there, and watches them suffer. The icy grip of fear chokes her leaving her a quivering mess. Its all too much for the poor, poor little unicorn.
Big Mac's ears perk up as a familiar sound starts to resonate from his third victim. They all look over to Sweetie Belle who is profusely pissing herself. Big Mac looks directly into her eyes. His already wicked smile twists, and creeps to his ears curling his lips. He grabs Scootaloo by her mane, and drags her behind him as he approaches Sweetie Belle. Leaning in close to her face she could smell the blood, and bile on him. Her breathing becomes sporadic as he leans in to her ear.
"Don't think I've forgotten about you,"
With that he grabs her by her mane, and lifts the filly into the air. Laughing manically Big Mac places Sweetie Belle's head in a vice clamp, and tightens it keeping her head in place. Sweetie Belle struggles to free herself as the clamp presses into her temples. Big Mac simply smirks as he watches her squirm.
" Awe what's wrong? Too tight?" Big Mac asks mocking her as he continues to tighten the clamp. Blood begins to pour as the clamp visibly depresses her skull. Big Mac gives it one last squeeze before he turns his attention to Scootaloo. Looking between the two fillies an awfully naughty idea came to his mind. He picks her up by her mane until she is eye level with him.
"You look tired Scootaloo. Here have seat," he says as he takes her by the flanks, and shoves Sweetie Belle's horn up her ass. They both scream in agony as Sweetie Belle's horn tears through her asshole. Blood runs down her face as Big Mac forces the little filly all the way down on her horn. Both of them flail, and struggle to remove themselves from each other. Big Mac watches in amusement as their attempts only cause Sweetie's horn to tear through more of Scootaloo's ass.
The more they struggled the more her horn would tear her asshole. The more her asshole would tear the more she would struggle. It was a vicious cycle, and Big Mac was loving every moment of it. Watching the two fillies frantically flail about he spots a certain near by object, and his eyes shimmer as he grabs it.
" ya know Sweetie its mite impolite to be trying to take yer friend's seat away from her. If ya wanted one ya just had to ask,"
Sweetie Belle looks Big Mac dead in the eyes hers growing the size of dinner plates as she sees what he has in his hooves. Scootaloo's severed wing still dripping with blood. She struggles to free herself no longer caring that her horn was hurting her friend. She desperately tries to pull her head out of the vise as Big Mac slowly creeps behind her. Staring directly at her ass Big Mac licks his lips.
This was going to be fun for him. With one of his hooves he grabs her by the tail, and forces it to the side exposing her puckered ass, and virgin pussy. He was going to go for her ass just like he did with Scootaloo. However looking at her sex his member begins to stiffen.
" Well Sweetie Belle it looks like you were going to take after your sister. Too bad for you, you wont live to see it. Now, now don't look so sad at least you wont die a virgin,"
Big Mac smiles as he shoves Scootaloo's bloodied wing up Sweetie Belle's pussy. Relishing in watching her scream for him to pull it out only to precede to shove the offending member deeper into her. He laughs as he pushes the wing all the way in only leaving a few feathers to be seen poking out.
" Well now don't you two look cute pleasuring each other, but where are my manners we can't be leaving Apple Bloom out of the fun. Now can we?"
Big Mac creans his neck over his shoulder, and looks at his little sister slumped over in a pool of her own blood. Walking over to her he positions her so that she could look at her friends.
" Now as for you my little apple. You drew the short end the straw. Now ya get to feel yer big bruther's massive dick inside yer tender little pussy,"
Apple Bloom's eyes grow wide as she feels her brother's cock press into her vagina. She tries to wiggle herself free, but her brother's weight was pinning her down. With a groan he begins to slowly push his dick inside of her. She screams as she is violated. Her brother's massive dick tearing its way through her pussy, and straight to her womb. Big Mac grunts his frustration as he is blocked.
" Damn Apple Bloom I haven't even gotten half way in!" Big Mac groans in frustration as he thrusts a couple of times.
"At this rate I ain't never gonna get off! Damn tiny pussy can't even please yer brother! What am I gonna have to do to ya? Stretch ya out?...Ya know what I think I will,"
Big Mac snarls as he continues to press into Apple Bloom causing ear piercing screams to come from the poor filly as her brother's dick forces its way through. Unfortunately for her he doesn't stop once he gains entrance, but rather continues to push his dick into her. A large bulge forms in her stomach as her organs are slowly pushed to the side. Making way for the intruder as it tears through her womb, and her other organs. Apple Bloom's eyes roll to the back of her skull as her mouth opens. Just in the back of her throat was Big Mac's exposed penis coated in her blood. With one last shove Big Mac slams into her his dick now poking out of her mouth.
"Ah that's much better! Maybe now ya can get yer big bother off hehe,"
Big Mac starts to chuckle as he starts to thrust his hips causing large amounts of blood to pour out of her mouth, and pussy. His thrusts are deliberately slow so that he could enjoy this feeling for as long as possible. So many hours thinking about how it would feel to let himself indulge in his sister's pussy. He had often wondered how good it would feel when he would finally get his opportunity. To his surprise she felt even better than he thought. Sure still being a filly meant that she would be tight, but even still this was something truly special. Every thrust her body would resist only for him to force himself through. The sensation was indescribable!
To add to it the look of absolute terror on her friend's faces as they are forced to watch only served to increase his pleasure! His thrusting increases as his dick swells. His head bobs in, and out of Apple Bloom's mouth at incredible speeds. Big Mac howls as his dick erupts a mixture of his seed, and Apple Bloom's blood covers Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle.
"mmh mmmh mmmh! Oh Apple Bloom that felt soo good!"
A sick gurgle sound is her only response.
" Too bad it is the last time ya get to feel a stallion's warmth. Good-bye Apple Bloom its time to put yer lessen to its climax!"
Big Mac violently pulls his dick out Apple Bloom's organs follow suit. Spilling to the floor her stomach a now hollow shell.
"Apple...Apple Bloom Noooooo!" Sweetie Belle Screams as she watches her friend die in front of her.
"Scootaloo come on get off! We gotta get out of here! HE'S GOING TO KILL US TO!"
No response.
"Scootaloo?"
"I don't think she can hear ya. Why don't you say it to her face?"
With a strong yank he rips Scootaloo off her horn. Her intestine spill over Sweetie Belle's face. Sweetie Belle whimpers as she sees what was left of her friend dangling there in Big Mac's hooves. Scootaloo's body mutilated, and deposed of all her vitals. She had died of blood loss.
" two down one to go,"
Sweetie Belle shakes violently as she looks into the empty eyes of her dead friends. She tries to move her legs to try and free herself even if it meant leaving bits of herself behind. However the traumatic events inflicted on her has left her immobile. Big Mac simply chuckles as he looks into the terrified filly's eyes.
" Ya know if memory serves me correctly I do believe you had a slight crush on my little sister. Right? Well now it seems your presented with a wonderful opportunity," he states as he presents his blood, and sperm covered dick to Sweetie's face.
"Why don't you do yourself a favor and lick me clean,"
Knowing that she was going to die either way she shoots him a defiant glare.
"You stick that disgusting putrid sad excuse for a penis anywhere near me and I'll bite it clean off you sick perverted MOTHERFUCKER! The only reason your fucking little fillies is because no mare no matter how desperate will EVER FUCKING TOUCH YOU! You are a pathetic excuse for a stallion who can't even fucking say two fucking words to a mare without fucking getting flustered! You're pathetic!" Sweetie Belle spits in Big Mac's face as she shoots him her most defiant death glares she could manage with her head in a vise.
Big Mac simply wipes the spit off his face with an unamused look. Walking over to his tool box and pulls out a ballpeen hammer.
" So I'm pathetic huh? A sad excuse for a stallion who fucks little fillies, and can't talk to a mare? Well you hit the nail right on the head!" Big Mac brings the hammer down hard on her horn effectively shattering it in one blow.
"After all what stallion wouldn't want to fuck a tasty looking pussy like yours!" he says as he brings it up, and slams it back down on her hind legs breaking them at the joints.
"I can't get a mare no matter how desperate huh? Well who could blame them with all you DAMN CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS RUNNING ABOUT!!"
He brings it down again, and again breaking ribs, shoulders, hips, and any other bones the hammer comes in contact with.
"Your gonna bite my dick off huh well lets see you do that with no fucking teeth you little bitch!"
Big Mac breaks the vise releasing her only to hold her down himself as he brings the hammer down on her mouth repeatedly. Chunks of teeth, and gums fly out of her mouth with every blow. She lets out mangled screams as her mouth now resembles a Jack O' Lantern. Big Mac growls as he forces her mouth open, and glares at her mutilated muzzle.
" You little fucking bitch! Look at what you made me do! I can't use this! You just had to open your fucking mouth! Now what am I gonna do with you?"
Big Mac seethes as anger fills him looking her in the face his anger takes him. Taking her face firmly in his hooves he presses his dick into her eye. He pushes so hard that her eye pops like a grape in a whine press. Sweetie Belle lets out one last gurgled scream as Big Mac's penis skewers her skull killing her.
Without the tortured cries of his victims to keep him aroused it takes several minutes of angrily skull fucking Sweetie Belle for him to climax. Once done he rips his dick out of her, and looks at his handy work. Sitting there surrounded by viscera he smiles.
"Ah finally peace and quiet," he sits there for several minutes enjoying the silence. Before long he stirs grabbing his hammer, knife, and some other tools he starts attending to their bodies.
Later that day Big Mac looks over the fence watching the pigs enjoy their evening slop. Trace amounts of bone chips, and grounded pink flesh could be seen mixed within the gruel. Apple Jack trots over to him covered in sweat, and filth from the day's labor.
“Big Macintosh there you are! Tell me did you ever find Apple Bloom?”
Big Mac looks down to a small pile of slop that a pig was currently chowing down on. A thin smile creeps on his face.
“Eeyup.”
