Chapter 1: Picking an Apple
“…and there we go! That’s the last one.”
Spike called out, having arranged Twilights potion library in alphabetical order. Not an easy feat to accomplish, it had taken him the good part of an hour, but unlike Zecora, Twilight wasn’t too big on potions. If she asked him to arrange her library…he’d probably die of starvation before he could finish indexing the first five letters of the alphabet. Nevertheless, he had completed his task, and made his way through the corridor, where he knew Twilight would be.
“All done? I think that’s the fastest you’ve done it. You sure that it’s all up to scratch?”
There came her voice. Spike saw his big sister on her way to the potions room he had just done up, and gave her a smile. Raised from a hatchling, Spike was always treated like a baby when he was younger, when he was only a few years younger than Twilight herself. Spike turned of age not too long along, with a night he wouldn’t forget (a Pinkie Pie party is truly a night nopony forgets)
“Of course, I wouldn’t call you unless I was sure, right? Check yourself if you don’t believe me.”
Spike joked, earning him an adorable giggle from Twilight.
“Of course, my number one assistant.”
She wrapped her arms around him, and held him in a warm embrace for a few seconds, Spike's grin growing wider. When Twilight became an alicorn, her assets got a generous boost in size and weight. Her breasts were absolutely huge, so big they almost touched the floor, wobbling like two giant bean bags with every step. They were almost as big as the other princesses breasts (The fuel of many late night fantasies)! Her ass had seen an upgrade too: Wider hips, and more meat. Despite Twilights clothing concealing a good portion of her curves, they still jiggled enough to be noticeable.
It drove Spike crazy. When he was younger and Twilight was still a unicorn, he hadn’t really felt this way about her before. But puberty was hard hitting for the drake as he grew taller, his shoulders broadened and…he grew…down there. It was hard enough that he was still a virgin with the sex drive of a nymph who hasn’t seen anyone in a week, but his sister’s curves didn’t help the ordeal. Those massive tits…that fat ass…those killer thighs…the things he’d do to her if he could get away with it…
Spike blushed as he felt himself harden a little and scolded himself mentally, and put those thoughts back into his sub consciousness. Sexy as she may be, she was his sister. He let go of her, trying his best not to look at her huge endowments. He felt his semi-hard erection die down, as Twilight reviewed his handiwork.
“Looks all good to me. I don’t think I have anything else for you. Got any plans for the rest of the day.”
Spike sighed. It had been a while since his last free day. He thought for a moment. He needed to make good use of his time.
“Go see the CMC? Go and see if Rarity needs any help? See what the guys are up to?”
Suddenly, Spike had an idea. Big Mac! It’d been ages since they last met up and did something fun. That stallion always knew the coolest things to do.
“You know what…it’s been a while since I’ve seen Big Macintosh. Think I’ll head on over to Sweet Apples Acres and see what he’s up to.”
Twilight gave Spike another kind smile. She knew that Spike hadn’t seen big make for a while.
“Alright then. Take care, say hi to Applejack for me, and be back before it gets dark!”
“I will! See ya!”
Spike said, as he went dashing through the halls of the castle, grabbing a jumper on his way out, headed for Sweet Apple Acres.
Only a few minutes later, Spike's legs had carried him to the entrance of Sweet Apple Acres. He was sure that he had improved a few seconds off of his personal best, but he wasn’t sure. Would’ve helped to have someone measure his speed.
Nevertheless, he took a second to catch his breath, and take in the scenery. Sweet Apple Acres. A quaint looking farmyard with one awesome family in control. Applejack, the applebucking mare. Applebloom, the smallest of the apples. Granny Smith, the wise old apple. Big Mac, the strongest pony Spike knew. Spike smirked to himself, and gave a knock on the front door of the house. He was greeted by none other than the Element of Honesty herself, Applejack.
“Hey there, partner! What brings you round here?”
She smiled, her thick accent bringing a smile to his face too. His eyes did a quick scan of her body. She was wearing her iconic hat, atop of her lovely hair and pretty face. She had a short sleeved green shirt to cover her modest breasts (still about the size of bowling balls), and a tight pair of jeans to cover her huge ass. If this was what years of apple bucking had done to AJ's fat ass, Spike prayed to Celestia that she never stopped. Huge didn’t even begin to describe it. Colossal was probably a better word. Gargantuan. Almost alicorn. That was pretty fitting. Her hips were bigger than any single door frame a pony could find, meaning all of the doors were doubles. And the pure amount of meat on her ass was stupendous. All the jiggle, with no sag. It was a pure miracle that her jeans didn’t burst into tatters from her simply walking. Truly a marvel of nature.
“Not much, just wanna see what Big Mac's up to. You seen him?”
Spike asked the farmpony, as he felt his eyes drift lower towards AJ's hips.
“He’s around here somewhere, though I ain’t seen him in ages. I’m sure he’ll be free soon enough.”
Applejack said, noticing that Spike's eyes weren’t on hers anymore. She chuckled to herself, and turned to head back inside, her fat ass jiggling as Spike watched it walk away.
“Why don’tcha come inside? I’ll be sure to make you comfortable~”
She teased. Spike snapped out of his hypnotic trance, and followed Applejack into the house. The interior of the Apple household was a bit of a mess, bits of farming clothing scattered here and there, but it felt welcoming, like anypony would be allowed in. A very comforting place.
Applejack was in the kitchen, trying to install a shelf. Spike was amused. Normally, Big Mac would do any maintenance work around the farm, AJ normally stuck to apple bucking.
“Doing a bit of DIY, AJ?”
Without turning around, Applejack nodded, trying to hold up the shelf.
“Eeyup. Would be easier with two. Come give us a hand, Spike?”
Spike nodded, and rushed to help her. He held the shelf up, while AJ screwed it into the wall. Suddenly, Spike had an epiphany. Looking down, he saw that his crotch was pressed directly against Applejack's fat ass. He had to stop himself internally screaming, and focus on not dropping the shelf.
But Applejack wasn’t making things any easier on the young drake, as she was shaking her hips side to side, as she tried to get the correct angle to screw in the screws. Meaning poor Spike could see AJ's ass swaying and jiggling right in front of him, not to mention, the light pressure she was applying to his groin made it hard to concentrate, even harder when he felt the blood from his head rush to his crotch.
Spike felt his concentration slipping. He didn’t want to drop the shelf Applejack had asked him to hold for her, but she wasn’t making things a walk in the park. Even though he couldn’t see her face, he could almost feel her grinning ear to ear. She was almost done with the last screw, but she ‘accidently’ dropped it, causing it to fall to the floor.
“Ah, shoot. ‘Scuse me, sugarcube.”
She said, before pushing back against his, her enormous ass smooshing against his crotch, causing him to whimper a little. His cock was starting harden, almost semi-erect, and AJ was bent over in front of his, her ass grinding against his cock. The opportunity was perfect. He could finally take her. After all that teasing, he would finally show her who was in charge, and who would put her in…
“Ah, there we go.”
She said, picking up the screw from the floor, leaning back up, and screwing the screw back into its hole. The shelf was up.
“All done. You can let go of the shelf now, sugarcube.”
Spike was frozen solid. It had happened so fast, and now it was over. Was he seriously considering ploughing one of his best friends in the ass? Yes. Yes he had. It was a nice thought. But not nice right now. His cock was still rising up, and quickly grabbed his shirt, and pulled it over his pants, to stop his tip from poking out of the top of his pants. AJ chuckled at his display.
“Nice work there, sugarcube.”
She giggled. Spike looked at her. For some reason…something seemed…different. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but something had changed just now, between the two of them. Applejack walked up to him, and gave him a little kiss on the cheek. Spike froze once more.
“Maybe in a few years, sugarcube. Give me a call~”
She said, with a smile. A smile of kindness and friendship. The most genuine smile Spike had ever seen from a pony.
“Y-yeah…that’d be cool…”
Spike said, almost unable to reply, his mind still racing about what just happened. Applejack gave him a pat on the back.
“How about you go take a seat? I’ll go and get Big Mac for you. Shouldn’t be a couple a minutes.”
She said, before exiting the kitchen, not before giving her fat ass a few more jiggles. Spike sat himself down on a chair, looking at the clock on the wall.
5 PM.
It would be dark soon. Looks like their meeting would have to be a short one.
Spike felt his mind wander a little bit as he slumped back into the chair. He had missed Big Mac. Really bad. He was always a good friend to the young drake, even when he was a baby dragon. Whether it was assisting him in his farm chores (which made young Spike feel ‘very grown up’), to just messing around, playing games, doing sports, Spike just felt comfortable about the big red stallion. Spike felt a blush coming on, and quickly snapped out of it, trying to supress the thought of Big Mac shirtless and sweaty for another time. He glanced at the clock for the umpteenth time.
5.30 PM.
Still no sign of Big Mac, or of Applejack. The sun was already setting, the sky as orange as AJ's skin. Letting out a groan, Spike sat himself upright, planting his feet on the floor. He really wanted to see Big Mac before the day was out. He exited the Apple house from their back door, which lead to the farmyard. The Apple family had done well for themselves, their land was certainly nothing to scoff at. Multiple barns, fields of crops, and acres of apples. How fitting.
Spike took in his surroundings, trying to decide where to inspect first. The fields were huge, spanning many miles of land, and he wasn’t all too certain of his navigational abilities. Besides, he was a lazy drake. Looking at the locations closest to him, there were a few barns he could check. It wouldn’t be like Big Mac or Applejack would be hiding in any of them.
Spike went to the barn closest to him, a large red structure with white lines decorating it. Grabbing a hold of the front door, he heaved it open, straining as the door was heavier than he expected, before leaving it open, and peering inside.
Empty, for the most part. Stacks of hay here and there, with a couple of barrels in the corner. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch.
Spike groaned to himself, frustrated that it was getting late, and still no Big Mac, but more so because he moved a heavy door for no reason. Grabbing the door once more, he pushed it as far as it could go without skidding on the ground beneath it. It didn’t shut all the way, leaving a small gap for anyone to peek inside, but Spike didn’t notice or care.
“Hello? Big Mac? Applejack?”
Spike called out, starting to get a bit annoyed. Were they both hiding from him? As some sort of joke? Normally, Spike would be down for jokes, but the whole door debacle had put him in a bit of a foul mood.
Nevertheless, he pressed on, moving onto the next barn closest to him, opening up the door, which opened much smoother than the previous door, and took a look inside. Again, nothing. Even though the sun was setting, the skies getting darker, he could see inside just fine. Empty. Absolutely nothing. Not even a stack of hay or a barge of barrels.
Spike shut the door of the barn and looked up at the sky. The sun had set. The sky was a beautiful dark blue, Luna having worked her magic. Spike sighed. That was it. Time to head off. He didn’t want Twilight to be mad at him. He began to walk from the barn to the entrance of Sweet Apple Acres, taking his sweet time. He didn’t want to leave, but Twilight was his boss. He groaned loudly, having wasted his day waiting down at Sweet Apple Acres. He began thinking of all the things he could’ve done instead, and scowled. What a waste.
Spike was at the front of the whole farm, looking back at it one last time before he set off, before noticing something far off behind the Apple household. There was another barn, with its lights on. It was a tad further away from the other barns, but Spike mentally kicked himself for not noticing the super obvious barn. There was no doubt about it. Someone, either Big Mac or Applejack were in there. If he was gonna leave, he might as well say goodbye and thank them for letting him stay, even if he just waited around for around an hour.
The barn looked new. The paintwork was fresh, and the wood was in pristine condition. Spike hadn’t recalled the Apple family ordering a new barn, or even see its construction, but he paid it no mind. As he drew in closer, his mind started racing again. Why had Applejack not come and told him where Big Mac was? Why hadn’t he seen anyone on the farm for the past hour? Had someone just left the light on in the barn? Or…was something else going on here? What if…they were waiting for him for a surprise or something? Spike hoped they hadn’t been waiting too long if that was the case. Approached the barn door, he inhaled, exhaled, and took hold of the door, pulling it open with no resistance.
“AJ? Big Mac? You guys-“
Spike felt his body freeze instantly as he took in what was in front of him. In the centre of the barn was Applejack, completely naked, tied by her hands to the ceiling. She was on her knees, unable to move. She looked hurt, covered in bruises and scratches, a noticeable bloodstain around her nose. She’d been crying her eyes out, as her cheeks were shiny and wet. Behind her was Big Macintosh, also naked, but not tied up. He was gripping her hips, slamming his hips into her backside, grunting loudly. He was fucking his sister. And judging by the tears on her face, she hadn’t consented. He was raping his sister.
They both heard Spike come in, and turned their heads up to face him. Their eyes widened, realising there was a witness.
“Spike? What the hell are you doing here?”
Big Mac said, getting up, pulling his cock from his sister’s ass. Spike needed to run. He needed to run away and get help. Go call a royal guard. Send a scroll to someone. He needed to get out of there. But his legs weren’t moving. The most he could do was stumble back. But that wasn’t going to get him anywhere.
“Spike. Please, let me explain mahself. Listen, I can explain.”
Big Mac said. Spike looked at him with a mixed bag of emotions. He was fighting himself. He felt angry, scared, confused, and yet…he stopped himself. Big Mac was his friend. Surely, there could be some way that he could justify it…somehow.
“Fine. What’s going on?”
Asked Spike, his voice cold. He was looking down at the ground, away from Big Mac, as if he was being told off. Big Mac let out a sigh, and tried to compose himself best he could while he was naked.
“Geez…where do I start…I caught her, Spike. I caught her right in the act. I caught AJ gettin frisky with Dash. They were kissin an gropin each other… I tried to stop her. She knew what would happen if she acted like this, we need to keep the orchard in the family, and if she can't find a man to put a baby in her then it's my job to do it for her. It’s just a punishment, is all.”
Big Mac said, sounding sheepish, as if he was a child fessing up to a naughty thing they did. Spike felt numb, a huge battle of emotions taking over his mind. Big Mac…was a bigot? But that didn’t make him a bad person, right? He was so kind to Spike…and yet here he was raping his sister as ‘punishment’. But their friendship…did this one event devaluate their relationship? Before Spike could even come to a conclusion, Big Mac spoke up again.
“Spike, please. Don’t tell anyone. I know…this looks bad…but I’m your friend, aren’t I? Applejack…she’ll be fine…but please…keep this between us…okay, partner?”
Big Mac held out his hand for a handshake. Spike looked at his hand, and then accidently looked down, getting an eyeful of Big Mac's…equipment. Had he not been so conflicted, Spike's mouth would’ve been on the floor. His cock was…gargantuan. A huge dark brown pillar of stallion, hanging all the way to the floor flaccid, the moon shining off of its juices. Spike couldn’t even estimate how huge that monstrosity was. His balls was colossal, two huge red nuts, bigger than watermelons, that huge loose from the rest of his body. Spike just couldn’t take his eyes off it. Any previous conflict in his head had muted itself just so that he could take in and enjoy the tremendous sight of Big Mac's nudity.
“Ermm…everything okay there, Spike?”
Big Mac spoke, half-waking Spike from his longing gaze at Big Mac's genitals. Spike's mind was still racing, now having to question his sexuality among other things. Strangely enough, the chaos in his head started to die down, as if his head had reached an equilibrium, and made a conclusion, even if Spike didn’t want to admit it.
“Y-yeah...I’m fine...you...you carry on. I’ll head home.”
Spike said, not entirely sure what he meant by his own words, but he assumed his brain had given up, and went with the easiest option. Even if it meant the rape of one of the Elements of Harmony. And with that, he decided to take his leave, walking away from the barn of rape.
Big Mac, however, was a bit flabbergasted. Spike had just essentially given him permission to continue his raping how he pleased, with no consequence. Not entirely sure how to respond, Big Mac stood for a moment, and headed back up to the barn, where Spike could hear the screams of Applejack reverberate off of the interior of the barn.
“No! P-please! Big Mac, ah’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry! Please let me go! Don’t do this to me! Ah’m yer sister!”
Spike could hear Applejack scream as he walked in the opposite direction. It sounded like her throat was dry and raspy. Perhaps she had been screamed for a while, but with those barn doors shut, the barn is essentially soundproof.
Soundproof…
Spike almost slapped himself. He would not. He could not do that. But he wanted to. He wanted to do so more than anything in the world. What the hell was wrong with him? No time to think about that. Spike did a full 180 turn to face the barn again, seeing the doors almost shut. Big Mac must’ve closed them when he turned away. He approached the doors again, and swung them open. Both Big Mac and Applejack looked up at him again, both with a look of surprise and confusion, although also had mercy.
“Spike? Whatcha doing here? I thought y’all were heading off home?”
Big Mac said. Spike inspected Applejack's predicament. Hands tied above her head in a triple knot, making it almost impossible to escape. Her hands were discoloured, from the tight rope cutting off the circulation to her hands. Her feet were tied back too, in an uncomfortable position requiring her to keep her legs open. Any struggling would be in vain. Her shirt had been tore open, her breasts hanging free. While ponies were capable of reaching incredible sizes in many different areas, Applejack's breasts were average. Not the biggest Spike had seen, but definitely not something to scoff at. He looked at her rear, where Big Mac was ploughing into her asshole. His cock was not wet, implying he had gone in dry, making it extra painful for Applejack, heightened by Big Mac's colossal size. Her asshole was taking some punishment, purple bruises surrounding her ass. And of course, she was still wearing her iconic hat. Even when being raped, she looked good in it.
Spike fell a familiar feeling in his loins. Having Applejack tease him earlier that day, seeing her being brutally assraped by her brother, turned Spike on. A lot. Within a few seconds, he was at full mast, his erect rod bulging against the fabric his pants. Letting his desires take over his mind, he unbuttoned his pants, and pulled down the waistband of his underpants. His huge cock sprung out like a beast free from it’s cage, a huge pillar of dragon cock, and a pair of hefty balls hanging free. Spike, being the insecure and emotionally charged teen he was, had measured his penis on several occasions. He recalled using a tape measure to calculate the length of his shaft, and being impressed to find his cock a whopping 24 inches long. Doing some calculations, he discovered that he could totally say he has a 2 ft cock, but he didn’t want to sound even more like a dumb virgin.
Big Mac, on the other hand, was something else entirely. From the staring contest Spike had with his semi hard erection, to seeing him at full mast raping Applejack's rear, Spike knew that Big Mac was on another level compared to him. Spike felt a little disheartened. Dragons were known for their harems and their incredible sex drives, and yet he was a virgin, and he was sure that Big Mac's cock was larger than his. Probably even wider! If only he could get a clear look. Without much hesitation, Spike’s hands set to work, stroking the length of his shaft, moaning softly as he started to leak his thick pre-cum all over the floor.
Big Mac saw Spike whip his dick out as he raped his sister, who was now choking on her tears, seeing Spike give his meat a good beating. Was Spike as messed up as Big Mac was? Was the sight of brutal anal rape getting Spike the hardest he’d ever been in his life, enough to start jerking off in front of them, with no regard for consequence or morality? Big Mac felt himself getting intrigued. Spike seemed like such an innocent little dragon. But if he enjoyed this stuff, perhaps he wouldn’t need much coaxing to take this to a whole new level.
“You having fun there, Spike?”
Big Mac's word brought Spike crashing back down into reality: He was jacking off as he watched someone commit rape. He quickly grabbed his throbbing cock, and stuffed it back into his pants. An uncomfortably tight fit.
“Ah! Geez, I’m so sorry, Big Mac...I dunno what came over me.”
Spike blushed, as if this scenario was normal to him. Big Mac shot him a friendly, almost brotherly smile. The drake was a cute little witness.
“Ah shucks, it’s alright. I’m not exactly restrained myself.”
Big Mac joked, gesturing to his monster cock, tearing into AJ's fat ass.
“You a little pent up?”
Spike blushed like a schoolfilly on her first date. He should’ve been appalled, not embarrassed, but he felt himself warming up to the situation, much to the cries of AJ. In fact, her cries seemed to be making his cock throb in his pants, making the ordeal a bit more uncomfortable.
“Umm...I guess…”
Spike answered. Big Mac grinned deviously. He stopped thrusting into AJ, letting his cock slowly pull out of her asshole, with Spike getting a good view of the action. Blood seeped out like a fountain, the crimson red making a massive puddle on the floor of the barn, mixing in with the hay. Big Mac stood there, his dick coated in a mix of blood and pre-cum. He rubbed his dick like a prized trophy, giving Spike another inviting smile.
“Why don’t you help yourself? I’m sure AJ won’t mind doing one of her friends a favour~”
Big Mac said, giving AJ's ass a big smack, making her booty jiggle about like crazy. Spike stared at Big Mac, his eyes widening. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard. A chance to have AJ to himself? His mind had completely thrown consent out the door, ignoring the begging AJ, tears and sweat soaking every part of her face.
“Spike...please...don’t...don’t do it…”
Spike could hear her beg between her tears, only making him harder. He let out another soft moan, feeling his cock stretch his pants fabric, making it rip. He looked back at Big Mac.
“C-could I?”
He asked, rather casually. Big Mac smiled, stepping out from behind AJ, heading towards Spike. He gave him a comforting pat on the shoulder, holding out his arm, offering her to him.
“She’s all yours, buddy.”
With that, Spike felt his legs carry him over to AJ, ignoring her pleas of protest. Her fat ass was finally gonna be his! He could barely contain his excitement! And with that, he pulled down his pants again, his cock and balls bursting from his pants, slapping against her fat butt, causing some more wobbling.
“Fuck me…”
Spike groaned, slapping his dick against her ass, watching it wobble some more. He could hear AJ whimpering, still trying to plead with him. It only riled him up more, making him more aggressive, until he couldn’t take it. With no warning, he aimed his tip at her broken asshole, and rammed his cock in there. AJ screamed again, her throat produced a truly grating sound, as previous screams had damaged her vocal cords. Spike could hear Big Mac tut, walking on over to AJ, hold his cock like a baseball bat.
“Shut yer trap, cunt. Yer making our guest uncomfortable.”
He said, before slamming his cock across her face, giving her a powerful cockslap. So powerful, Spike could swear he saw a few teeth fly across the barn, as AJ coughed up some blood. Her voice was reduced to soft gurgles, probably choking on her own blood.
Spike was having the time of his life. AJ's ass felt better than he had ever dreamed. Tight, yet loose, and really fucking fat. Although the looseness may have been due to the abuse it had been taking, Spike was glad that he had caught AJ at such a good time.
“Mmmm…fucking hell…such an amazing ass…”
Spike was getting more and more crass with each strong thrust. Big Mac chuckled, enjoying Spike's “dirty talk”, but he knew that Spike could be much, much worse. Nothing wrong with a bit of encouragement.
“It’s nice, ain’t it? Why don’t you tell AJ how you really feel, Spike? I’m sure she’d love to hear what you’re gonna do with her fat ass.”
Big Mac said to Spike, before looking back at the whimpering AJ. She was completely emotionless. All of her tears had dried up, and she was just breathing to herself. Big Mac wanted one more thing to truly push her over the end. Spike, on the other hand, growled at the idea, ploughing into AJ even faster, tearing her sloppy asshole apart.
“Mmm, you wanna know what’s gonna happen, AJ? I’m gonna fuck your ass, and I’m gonna make it the widest ass you’ve ever seen. You’ll never be able to sit down again. I’ll cum up your ass 10 times over, and it’ll just keep leaking out, cuz your ass will be inside out by the time I’m done with it!”
Spike grunted, his hips moving like a piston, smacking into AJ's ass. AJ whimpered, barely able to say anything, but she was broken inside. Even if someone found her now, and saved her, she’d be broken. Humiliated, even.
Big Mac smiled, as Spike had his fun with his sisters ass. Thinking about what Spike said, he walked over to the corner of the shed, picking up a tool box. He walked to where Spike was fucking AJ, and placed the toolbox beside Spike.
“You wanna stuff her ass? Here ya go, partner. Let’s see how much she can take before she breaks.”
Spike slowed down, taking a look at the toolbox beside him. Screwdrivers, nails, hammers, chisels, mallets, sawblades; a very interesting collection. Perhaps Spike should’ve been concerned with AJ's health, as many of the listed items were quite deadly, but he was just far too horny to care.
Ripping his dick out of her ass, he gave it another slap, before picking up a large screwdriver. It had a fat handle, hopefully providing some challenge. Spike aimed the handle at her bleeding asshole, but Big Mac stopped him, placing his hand on Spike's arm.
“Hold on, partner. Let’s make things more interesting.”
He said, before turning to AJ.
“Prolapse for us, slut.”
He commanded. AJ turned her head towards Big Mac, pure resent in her eyes. Her voice trembled, still spunky, but beyond broken.
"F-fuck you..."
She said, weakly. Big Mac simply feigned a chuckle, his voice seemingly dropping an octave as he spoke.
"That's Option A. Trust me, you ain't gonna like Option B"
With a pained whimper, AJ pushed, her asshole exploding into a blooded rosebud. Her prolapse was simply enormous, hanging out of her ass like a fleshy crap. It was leaking blood, a few veins had burst from the amount of pushing. Still, it certainly shook things up a bit. Big Mac nodded at Spike, and Spike, with not hesitation, shoved the fat handle into her ass, gripping on the screw.
She let out a quiet but painful scream, shaking in pain. Spike's hand was up her ass, and it was getting absolutely drenched in blood. He moved it back and forth, finding amusement in his hand disappearing and reappearing in her ass. At last, he let go of the screwdriver, letting it sit in her ass, as he pulled his hand out, wiping it clean on her ass.
“Woah…that’s so cool…she’s so stretchy…”
Spike muttered, as Big Mac grabbed hold of a couple of circular saw blades, before digging them into her asshole, slicing her anal ring. That was excruciating enough, but then Big Mac picked up the sledgehammer, slapping it in the palm of his hand a few times, to let AJ know it was coming. He pulled it back, lifting it above his head, before it came crashing down, hitting her asshole, sending the sawblades deep into her ass, making AJ vomit up extreme amounts of blood.
“Hole in one, heh.”
Big Mac said. The damage was starting to pile up, at some point AJ was gonna die of blood loss, but this hadn’t occurred to the two rapists, who wanted to get as much fun out of AJ as possible. Spike grabbed hold of the sledgehammer, and started to ram it against her asshole, trying to make her swallow it. Of course, it began to sink it, with fountains of blood exploding out of her ass. It went past the top, and then half way, and then up to Spike's hands. He could see it poking out in her stomach, bulging dangerously against her skin. Her swollen stomach was red, filled to the brim with blood. Elsewhere, her skin was starting to turn pale, her blood loss now reaching critical levels.
Big Mac stopped Spike from ramming in the chisel, instead gesturing to his cock.
“We’ve got pillars of destruction, Spike. Whatcha say we end this?”
Big Mac asked, as he aimed his cock at AJ's asshole. Spike gave Big Mac a nod, and assumed his position. Both tips aimed at her asshole.
“On three, okay?”
“Okay.”
“One.”
“Two.”
“Three!”
Their cocks came crashing down into AJ's ass, tearing her asshole wide open, causing the flesh and muscle to tear, blood exploding out as her ass was split in two. Her stomach could no longer take the pressure, and after a few seconds of swelling, burst all over the barn. Her guts and internal organs hit the walls of the barn, coating the inside red. The bloodied tools were strewn about all over the floor, with broken bones scattered about. Her stomach had an enormous hole through it, almost big enough to walk through. Both their dicks were poking out through the hole in her chest, as the last thing AJ was the two tips coated in her blood bursting out of her stomach.
Big Mac and Spike increased their thrusting, as AJ's ass was beginning to fall apart. Spike felt his balls tighten up, as he reached his equilibrium.
“Mmm! I’m gonna cum!”
He announced, giving a few more thrusts, before his final thrust sent him over the edge. Hot dragon spunk shot out of his cock, coating everything with his cum like a firehose. His cum mixed with AJ's blood, mixing together like a lava lamp. Not long after, Big Mac gave a loud grunt, cumming just as hard as Spike did. His cock came more violently that Spike's, another area where he outdid Spike, making Spike feel small again. As he concluded, the barn was absolutely wrecked. Blood soaked the walls, cum had drenched every part it, even the ceiling, and there were guts, bones and tools strewn about. It looked like someone had be killed.
The realisation hit Spike like a ton of bricks. Heavy bricks. He stumbled backwards, pulling his dick out of AJ's ruined ass, hugging the wall. He felt himself break out in a sweat, as he went pale.
“Big Mac…she’s dead…Applejack’s dead…”
He said, trying his best not to believe the words he was saying. One of the Elements, dead? They were beyond fucked. Never mind prison, it was straight to execution. Twilight would probably disown him, and his friends would hate him forever!
“Eeyup.”
Big Mac said, picking up the toolbox and picking up the bloodied tools. Spike was bewildered, not sure how Big Mac could be acting so cool.
“Did you hear me? She’s dead. We’re done for. Look at all this mess! If they find us…”
“They won’t find us, Spike. Trust me.”
Big Mac said, still picking up the tools. Even though was acting as if this was the most casual thing ever, his voice still had confidence in it.
“A-are you sure? We could never clean all this up! And how long do you think…”
“Spike! It’s okay! They won’t find us.”
Big Mac said, a bit more firm. He turned to Spike, his flaccid cock touching the floor.
“You don’t need to worry about a thing. Now, I suggest ya run along home, Twilight’s prolly worried sick about you.”
Big Mac said. All Spike could do was nod, and make his way to the barn door. He looked outside. It was dark, probably incredibly late, but he needed to get home quick.
“Be sure that ya didn’t get any stains on yourself. I’ll see ya later, partner.”
Big Mac said, starting work on cleaning up. Spike nodded, and took a few steps, before stopping. He turned back to face Big Mac.
“Big Mac?”
“Eeyup?”
“We don’t talk about this to anyone, alright?”
Big Mac just let out a chuckle.
“Sure thing, kiddo. Goodnight.”
He said. Spike tried to say something, but didn’t. Putting it behind him, he walked back down to the entrance of Sweet Apple Acres, before breaking out into a sprint.
Spike felt like he hadn’t ran faster in his entire life. He had probably blown his previous record out of the water. Approaching the entrance of the castle, he opted not to go in via the front door, for fear of attracting attention, and instead, he found a first floor window had been left open. His window. He hopped into his room, which was an absolute pigsty. His pigsty. He took off all his clothes, and looked at the clock.
10:15 PM.
He hoped Twilight wasn’t too worried, and that she was already asleep. He hopped into his bed, and hid under the covers. Tonight, he had just lost his virginity, and claimed someponys life. As long as he and Big Mac kept quiet, no one would ever have to know. It’s not like there would be a nationwide search for Applejack's killers, would there?
Spike went to sleep, leaving all that chaos in his mind behind him. That wasn't important right now. Right now, Spike needed some rest.
Author's Note
Well then, here it is. My first ever piece of fanfiction.
I wanna give LewdChapter huge thanks for encouraging me to write, and finish this chapter. Seriously, go and give him some love.
As for this story, I hope you find it enjoyable to read.
I do have more chapters planned out, but let's take things one step at a time.
