Peach Cobbler whistled to herself as she trotted through the streets of Ponyville. It was a beautiful day. Celestia’s sun was beaming down warmth, which was intercut with the occasional cool breeze. The weather was perfect, and that wasn’t even the best part of the day to Peachy. No, what made today absolutely perfect was the fact that Peachy had been invited to Sweet Apple Acres and was offered a little job to get her through the summer. She was so excited, she could just squeal! With this job, she could finally afford that super special recipe book that she saw the last time her daddy took her to Canterlot. With that book, Peachy knew she’d be able to make sweets and treats the likes of which the Ponyville Schoolhouse had never seen! All of the schoolfoals would love her.
Not that they didn’t already. It was borderline impossible not to love Peach Cobbler. She was such a nice little filly, only caring about making those around her smile. She was a bit small and stout, her belly a bit round because of all of the baked goods she made for her and her friends. She had a coat of deep gold, and a little dollop of a mane that resembled whipped cream. On her flank was the image of three peach slices, layered over one another like a fan. Peachy was still extremely excited about her Cutie Mark, having earned it by winning her school’s bake-off with her incredibly tasty and thematically appropriate peach cobbler recipe just a week prior.
That bake-off had attracted the attention of Applejack, the matriarch of Sweet Apple Acres. Applejack, who fancied herself something of a baker herself, extended the offer of a job to the young filly. There was a massive party being thrown in Canterlot Castle, for which Princess Celestia wanted some good, old-fashioned, Ponyville-style baked goods. And, while Applejack thought she was more than capable of catering the event by herself, she also thought that this would be a good way to give a very talented young filly the opportunity to show her skills to the world. Princess Celestia was sure to be impressed.
And that’s what brought Peachy to Sweet Apple Acres, to Applejack’s barn, specifically. Peachy was told to meet the farm pony there at noon, and that’s just what she did. The barn doors were closed, so Peach raised a hoof and knocked firmly. She kept whistling as she waited, simply happy with the gift of life she had been bestowed. The door opened slowly with a shuddering creak, and what Peach saw made her jaw hit the floor.
Stepping out of the barn was none other than the goddess herself. She stood tall, as if to eclipse her very own sun. Indeed, she shone as bright and beautifully as her namesake, from her ivory coat to her floaty, multicolored mane, and her deep, dark purple eyes that seemed to bear through Peach’s very being.
“P-p-princess Celestia!” squeaked Peach in her tiny little voice. She nearly tripped over herself in an attempt to bow.
“You must be Peach Cobbler,” said Celestia with a smile. “I hear you’re quite the baker.”
“Y-yes, your majesty!” Peach couldn’t believe it. She thought the day was going great before, when she thought the most exciting thing she’d do was put some pies in the oven. But here she was, talking to the Princess of the Sun! “Ms. Applejack invited me here to help her make treats for your party.” Peach chuckled nervously. “W-which you already know, I guess… So sorry, your majesty. I’m a bit nervous is all.”
“Oh, that’s quite alright, my dear.” Celestia gently grabbed Peach under the chin and raised her from her bow. “I have faith that you will impress me yet again.”
“Yes, Princess! I’ll make the best treats anypony has ever tasted!”
Celestia giggled, giving the foal before her a little curtsy before trotting past her.
“Well, then, I’ll leave you to it. I was meant to meet with Applejack, but she’s not in right now. Please, deliver my most sincere of thanks for this.”
“Yes, Princess. I’ll deliver the…” Peachy blinked and, suddenly, Celestia was gone. “Hm… She must’ve teleported away… Oh, but I just met Princess Celestia! Can today get any better?!”
Peach skipped giddily into the barn, walking on sunshine and thoroughly elated. But, as she entered the barn, she tried to get serious. She had to make Princess Celestia proud. And, to do that, she’d need to focus. Time to get to work.
“Ms. Applejack!” called Peachy, her little voice echoing throughout the barn. “Ms. Applejack, I’m here now!”
It was pure silent for a minute, and then Peach heard the approaching hoofsteps of what would turn out to be her boss for the day. Applejack trotted into the barn, smiling at Peach as she did. To Peach’s surprise, a large stallion followed close behind Applejack, carrying a large wooden crate on his back. Peach surmised that this stallion must’ve been Applejack’s brother Big Macintosh.
“Howdy, Peach!” said Applejack. “How’re you today?”
“I’m doing good, Ms. Applejack,” said Peachy brightly. “I’m ready to get to work!”
“That’s good, sugarcube. Glad to see you’re enthusiastic. This here’s my brother, don’t know if you’ve seen him ‘round these parts before. He helps out at the schoolhouse sometimes with Ms. Cheerilee.” Applejack nudged her brother. “Say hi to little Peachy here, Mac.”
“Howdy, little filly.” Mac spoke slowly and quietly, but his smile was genuine.
“Hello, Mr. Macintosh! Are you going to be helping us bake today?” Peachy smiled widely at Big Mac.
“Not exactly,” said Applejack. “Mac ain’t much for cookin. But he’s gonna help us in another way.” She cocked her head to the door. “I reckon it’s time we get to work. Come on, sugarcube.”
“Yes, ma’am!” Peachy followed the Apples out of the barn, whistling as she went. It was a short jaunt from the barn to the main Apple homestead, during which Peach was bustling with excitement. She couldn’t wait to get to work. Luckily, she didn’t have much longer to wait. Soon, Applejack opened the door to the Apple house, letting them all into the kitchen. Applejack directed Peach to the counter, while she herself dug through the cupboards to gather bowls and whisks and the like for the baking.
“Peachy, be a dear and set the oven to 300,” said Applejack. Peachy nodded dutifully before setting off to do exactly as Applejack instructed. “And Mac, we won’t be needing you right this second, so if you got something else to do…”
“Nope,” said Mac simply.
“Alrighty, then. Stick around if ya want.”
Applejack set down the various bowls she had gathered, then began directing traffic. She had Peachy measure ingredients, directed her in mixing, and traded tips and tricks involved in baking. Peach’s father was a unicorn, and had passed along plenty of tricks that, on account of the cultural divide between earth ponies and unicorns, Applejack hadn’t heard before. By the same token, the Apple family had plenty of secrets that had very rarely been shared with anypony else. For some reason, Applejack seemed very willing to share these generation-old secrets with this outsider. Regardless of why, Peach was very grateful for what she was being taught. Soon, their good, fun baking session was interrupted by a voice from the next room
“Hey, Mac! You busy? I’m a bit riled up, I could really use—” Applebloom strode into the kitchen freezing at what she saw. “Oh. Shoot. Didn’t know you were over, Peachy.”
“Hi, Applebloom!” said Peach with a wave. “Me and Ms. Applejack are baking for Princess Celestia’s party!”
“That’s nice. Well, I’ll leave y’all to it,” said Applebloom, slowly backing away.
“Hold on, lil miss, what were you gonna ask Mac for?” asked Applejack, sliding a tray into the oven. “It’s rude to bug the man and not follow through.”
“Uh… It ain’t that important. It can wait til company leaves.”
“Nonsense. Come on, girl, spit it out.” Applebloom slowly, uneasily approached her sister. Peach was, as to be expected, concerned. She knew Applebloom fairly well from school, and awkward timidness didn’t really fit her character.
“Applejack, really. It ain’t a big deal. It’s… Uh… A private matter.” Applebloom chose her words very carefully, clearly not trying to let anyone in on the secret. “Something that we oughta keep between family.”
“Bloom, if you want Mac to fuck you, just say so,” said Applejack, clearly not having any regard for Applebloom’s carefully worded statement. Applebloom blushed bright red whereas Peach’s eyes grew wide like saucers. Only Applejack and Big Mac seemed comfortable with the situation, neither of them reacting in the way one would expect at all.
“Uh… What?” said Peach.
“AJ! You… You can’t just come out and say it like that!” said Applebloom. She lowered her voice to an urgent whisper. “What if she tells someone?!”
“I won’t!”
“She won’t.”
Peach glanced over at Applejack, who looked like she had ice water in her veins. Cool, calm, and collected didn’t even begin to describe her. She had an impossible amount of confidence that Peach would keep the secret, even though she had no real reason to believe that.
“How can you know, AJ?” asked Applebloom. Her big sister just grinned, slightly cocking her eyebrow. “We can get in a whole heap of trouble if—”
“Trust me, sugarcube. Your friend won’t tell nopony,” promised Applejack. The two Apples locked eyes for a minute, during which they seemingly had a conversation with just their eyes. Applebloom slowly nodded, finally understanding whatever it was Applejack was trying to convey.
“Well, if that’s the case…” said Applebloom. “Mac, you tryin to fuck? I’m hornier than a priest in a schoolhouse.”
“Eeyup,” said Mac. He tapped the crate he had brought with him. “Hop on up, I’ll get you warmed up.”
“Uh… I think I should leave…” said Peach nervously, watching Applebloom cross the kitchen and clambered onto the crate. “I promise I won’t tell anypony. I just—”
“You can’t leave, Peach. What about Celestia’s party?” asked Applejack, nonchalantly mixing the next batch of treats. She glanced over at her siblings, smiling at what she saw. Mac had Applebloom’s legs spread and was licking her little filly pussy. Peach tried to look away, but she couldn’t drag her eyes away from the sight. “I promised Celestia your cobbler. You trying to make me into a liar?”
“N-no, Ms. Applejack,” said Peach. “But—”
“Well, then let’s get to work. You keep mixing, I gotta get some stuff from outside.”
And, without giving Peach a chance to argue, Applejack trotted out of the kitchen, leaving Peach alone to quietly and uncomfortably watch Big Mac eat out his little sister. She just kept staring, feeling her body tingle as she did so. She had never seen two ponies do anything like this before, let alone a brother and a sister.
“Alright, Mac. Your turn,” said Applebloom, biting her lip hungrily. Her brother nodded, then switched places with Applebloom. He sat atop the crate, the wood just barely upholding under his weight. He turned his body so that he was facing Peach, which, besides keeping an eye on the filly, had the added benefit of showing her his long, thick cock. Peach found herself staring, which seemed to amuse Mac.
“Like what you see, sugarcube?” chuckled Mac. Applebloom followed Peach’s gaze, then quickly took her position in front of Mac in an attempt to block Peach’s view. Unfortunately for her, Mac was so large that even with her sitting in front of him, his impressive stallionhood was still partially visible.
“Don’t be eyeing up my brother, now,” said Applebloom. She licked up his shaft, giving the head a little kiss. “He’s mine.”
“Now, don’t be rude, Applebloom. We’re polite in this house. We share what we got with one another.”
Peach blushed, her blush deepening when Mac winked at her. Applebloom grunted her disapproval, but got to work on wrapping her lips around her brother’s cock. She slurped up and down his length, no doubt trying to distract him from the other filly in the kitchen.
“Um… N-nice day out, right?” said Peach awkwardly. “The weather team did a good job today. There was a really nice rainbow, absolutely perf—”
“I’m sorry, hon, I can’t hear ya,” said Mac. As if to support this, Applebloom took that moment to make a loud, messy, sloppy slurp as she sucked off her brother. “Come a little closer.”
“Erm… No thank you. It’s okay, it wasn’t very important.” Peach turned her attention back to her bowl, but couldn’t help but listen to the wet schlick of Applebloom working Mac’s cock. “I can… Wait. Til you’re done. With that. I’ll just focus on working.”
“Aw, don’t you know that all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy? C’mon, take a break.” Mac’s voice suddenly got stern and unwavering. “I insist.”
“Y-yes, sir…” Peach gulped audibly, then slowly crossed the room. She took her sweet time, hoping that Mac would reconsider his request. Unfortunately for her, Big Mac wasn’t the type of stallion to change his mind, and she made it all the way to his crate without being told to stop. Now that she was closer, she could see the action a bit better. Applebloom seemed determined to get every inch of her brother’s cock in her mouth, but she was only successful in conquering the first half. Peach knew that what she was looking at was wrong, on several levels, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away. It made her body warm and tingly in a way she wasn’t accustomed to.
“So, you were saying?” said Mac. “A rainbow, right?”
“Yes, sir. A rainbow right by the…” Peach, being the flustered filly she was, struggled to form a coherent sentence. “By the schoolhouse. I stopped to look at it on the way… Here. Very nice. I should be sure to thank the weather pegasi in town.”
“Ain’t you just the sweetest thing?” said Mac. “So kind and polite. Just a sweet lil soul, ain’t ya?”
“My daddy taught me to behave the way I want other ponies to behave around me,” said Peach. “He called it the golden rule and he said I should follow it.”
“Your daddy is a smart man.” Applebloom tried to pull the cock from her mouth to chime in, but a heavy hoof from Big Mac kept her there. Applebloom looked up, her eyebrow raised, but her expression shifted from bemused to slightly panicked when Big Mac pushed her head down, forcing more of his cock into her mouth. He pushed her past the halfway point, slowly working her down to his base. Applebloom tried to cough and gag, but the sheer volume of stallion meat in her throat made that impossible. She tapped Mac on the leg to ask for breath, but that only seemed to make him want to hold her down more.
“Uh… Mr. Macintosh?” said Peach, watching Applebloom choke. “I think you’re hurting her!”
“So?”
“Please, stop! She’s choking!” Peach grabbed Mac’s hoof and tried to pry him off of Applebloom, but he was just too strong for her. Applebloom coughed and sputtered, tears leaking down her cheeks as she convulsed around the rod in her throat. Her eyes rolled back as her flailing became weaker and weaker.
“Well, it ain’t gonna suck itself,” said Mac. “And it feels mighty good. So why should I let her go?”
“Cause she’ll die if you don’t!”
“If I want more family, I’ll get some foals outta Applejack. Why should I let Bloom go?”
Peach panicked, fear clawing at her heart. Applebloom was fading, her hooves slowing down in their struggling. She couldn’t think of anything, until an idea suddenly formed in her mind. It wasn’t a very pleasant idea, but it was all she could think of to save her friend.
“Me! I’ll do it! I’ll take her place! I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t hurt Applebloom!” begged Peach. Immediately, Mac yanked Applebloom back, finally allowing her to breathe. Applebloom coughed and hacked as air suddenly re-entered her lungs. Peach was on her immediately, concern evident on her face. “Applebloom, are you okay?!”
“You… Dumbass…” coughed Applebloom. “The hell is wrong with you?”
“W-what…?”
“Mac wouldn’t kill me, stupid. The man’s an inbreeder and a foal-fiddler, but he’s not a killer.” Applebloom stood up weakly, trying to get her bearings. “He only pulled this stunt so he could fuck your throat like he did mine.”
“W-what…?”
“Eeyup. But you agreed, and a pony’s word is their law ‘round these parts,” said Mac with a grin. “So I suggest you limber yourself up and gets to sucking.”
“W-what…?”
Mac grabbed Peach by her little whip of hair and pulled her close, dropping his fat cock against her face. The sheer heft of it almost knocked her down, so Peach had no idea she was going to get something that big and thick in her mouth. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, Mac didn’t need her to think about it; He simply grabbed her and forced his cock past her lips, gagging her almost immediately with his length. Peach wanted to recoil, to struggle in an undoubtedly futile attempt to free herself from the much larger, stronger Big Mac, but she didn’t. Whether she should have or not, she said she would take Applebloom’s place. She couldn’t back out now. All she could do was endure.
Enduring was no mean feat, considering how little Mac seemed to care about Peach’s well-being. When it was clear that she lacked the experience that Applebloom had, Mac started to buck his hips, forcing his cock into Peach’s tiny, unwilling, unready throat. Applebloom watched her friend’s heinous, harsh throatfucking with an envious frown. She sat down next to them, rubbing her pussy with her hoof.
“Stupid bitch…” mumbled Applebloom. “He’s my brother. He should be fucking me, not you.”
“Oh, hush, Bloom. I’ll get to you in a bit,” promised Mac. “But I gotta show your friend some hospitality.”
“As long as you promise to fuck me after.”
Big Mac nodded, then went right back to work on Peach’s throat. Peach couldn’t handle it, shaking and convulsing as her body tried to swallow a mass that was clearly too big for her. Tears ran down from her eyes, which were looking up at Mac in a panic. She was losing breath, her mind clouding. She was fading, her face going blue and her hooves going weak as she struggled. This was about the point when Peach thought that Mac would let her go. He let Applebloom go when she started fading.
And, luckily for her, Mac chose that moment to pull his cock free, letting air rush back into Peachy’s lungs. Every breath she took burned at her chest, though Peach greatly preferred the burning over the lightheadedness she felt a moment ago. As she coughed and hacked, Big Mac’s strong hoof shoved her to the ground, further knocking the wind out of her.
“Applebloom has been mighty patient,” said Mac. “I reckon it’s time you repaid her for that. Go on and give her a licking, Peachy.”
Peach gulped, but slowly crawled over to Applebloom. Her breathing was still ragged, but she couldn’t back down now. She had already given her word, and she wasn’t too keen to find out what would happen if she dared to take it back now. Peach found her options extremely limited, her only real choice being to do what she was told.
“Hurry yer ass up,” grumbled Applebloom, spreading her legs. “Y’all got me all worked up. If I don’t cum soon, I might just go batty!” Peach approached Applebloom’s pussy, her tiny, underaged cunt glistening from her earlier play. Sparing one last meek look to her friend, Peach leaned in and gave Applebloom’s pussy a small, tentative lick.
“Come on! I ain’t got all day!” Applebloom placed her hoof on the back of Peach’s head and pulled her closer. Peach got the idea and picked up her speed, tonguing her friend’s pussy deeper. Applebloom moaned, which seemed like a good sign to Peach. She had no experience, but some sort of instinct seemed to kick in as she ate out her friend. She followed the pitch of Applebloom’s moans, finding the spots that got a more noteable reaction and focusing on them. Applebloom would occasionally tug on Peach’s mane, which also helped in guiding the virgin filly.
“Y’all are lucky Granny ain’t around,” chuckled Mac. “She’d fuck you with her double-barrel and pull the trigger, Peach.”
“Yeah, G-granny was never a fan of me dyking around,” said Applebloom, her voice wavering from the pleasure of Peach’s tongue. “She grounded me something fierce when she caught me with Scootaloo behind the barn.”
Peach tried not to think about what Mac had said, and instead devoted her attention more on Applebloom’s pussy. If she wanted to get out of this intact, Peach’s best bet was to finish Applebloom off quickly. She licked and lapped faster, feeling Applebloom gush onto her tongue. Her moans grew quicker, her breathing more haggard, until she let out a squeal and came hard on Peach’s face. Peach was woefully unprepared for the sudden burst of fluid, and caught a flood of fillycum in the mouth and, worse, the eyes.
“N-not bad,” panted Applebloom, pushing Peach off of her. “For a virgin.”
“I w-w-wanna go h-home…” stammered Peach. She wasn’t sure if she could take any more of this. All she wanted was to go home with her parents. Read a story. Maybe eat some sweets that she had made with her daddy. Anything but this.
“Well, you ain’t never goin home,” said Mac. “Cause you’re gonna choke on this here cock.”
Peach’s eyes grew wide, her blood chilling in her veins. Tears once again ran down her fat little cheeks as a pure, intense, abject horror filled her being. She started to beg and plead for her life, but her pleas fell apart into incoherent stammering almost immediately when Mac grabbed her by the mane and pulled her back up to his throbbing stallionhood.
“I’ll try and make it quick for ya. Since you’re such a nice filly and all,” chuckled Mac. He forced her mouth open with his hoof and, after taking a moment to absorb the unadulterated fear in her eyes, Mac forced his length past her lips and into her mouth.
“Jokes on you, ya cock-hungry slut,” said Applebloom. She started rubbing her pussy with her hoof at the sight before her. “He won’t kill me, but who gives a quarter of a fuck about you? That’s what’cha get for stealing my brother. If you would’ve waited your turn, I’d have tried to save you. But now? I’m gonna cum so fucking hard when ya die.”
Peach tried to flail out of Mac’s grasp, but, sadly, it was just as futile as her first attempt. Her struggling amounted to nothing more than amusement to Applebloom and Big Mac as Peach had the air raped out of her lungs. Applebloom moaned at the sight of her friend dying, her hoof going faster and faster. Just like her hoof, Mac bucked his hips faster, feeling the last of Peach’s energy fade from her body.
Peach started to fade, her vision going dark and tinged with red. She couldn’t breathe with such a large obstruction in her throat, and Mac clearly had no intention of letting her go. Her face went a deep, dark blue and her eyes rolled back in her head. With every attempt at a breath, she could feel the life and energy leave her body. She knew it would be over soon. There was nothing left to do but let Mac fuck her throat until she was no more.
Big Mac growled as he came, spurting load after load of cum down Peach’s throat. She convulsed, the sudden impact too much for her to take. Peach stopped struggling as she faded away, her leg trembling and quaking before going still once and for all. Just as she promised, Applebloom moaned as her friend died, cumming all over her hoof. Big Mac pulled his cock free, dropping Peach’s lifeless body to the floor with a grin. Applebloom licked her hoof, then prodded Peach’s body just to confirm what she already knew: the poor filly was dead.
“You owe me, Mac. Ya went and killed my friend!” complained Applebloom. “And, worst of all, ya didn’t even fuck me!”
“Heh. I’ll be sure to fuck you all night, sugarcube,” chuckled Mac. “I’m gonna take a few more rounds at your friend’s corpse before, if’n that’s okay with you.”
“Hmph. Just make sure you keep yer promise this time.”
“And just what in tarnation is going on here?”
Applejack stepped into the kitchen, carrying a basket of fruit on her back. She peered at the scene before her, unsure of what to make of it.
“Ya went and killed her!” said Applejack. “Y’all fucked and killed a filly in my kitchen!”
“AJ, calm down,” said Mac. “It’s no big deal.”
“No big deal?! No big deal?!” Applejack paced the kitchen in distress, setting her fruit basket onto the counter. “You killed her before I got the damn peach cobbler recipe! How am I supposed to make the cobbler for Celestia without it?!”
“Oh, I know the recipe,” saud Applebloom. “She brought it to class for show and tell and I jotted it down. I can grab it for you in a minute.”
“Oh. Okay then. Carry on,” said Applejack with a shrug. “Mac, come over and fuck me, will ya? I got a lot of baking to do, I’m gonna need you to blow off steam.”
“Bloom, take your friend to my room,” said Mac. “Have fun with her if you like. I’ll be up to you in a bit.”
“Yeah, sure, whatever. You better fuck me like you promised,” grumbled Applebloom, grabbing a mouthful of Peach’s tail and dragging her away. “Get your fat ass out of here…”
And, after baking with Applejack, going down on her friend Applebloom, and being throatfucked by Big Mac’s massive horsecock, Peach Cobbler died.
