Oviposition

Applebloom sat at the breakfast table, poking at her various apple-based breakfast foods. It wasn’t easy to pretend that she still liked apples, but it was a necessary evil to keep up her ruse. At least the Apple family had no lack of mutual love to feast on, even if it wasn’t as tasty as fear and agony. It was however confusing how they loved each other that much and rarely fucked, though she was beginning to suspect her brother and sister boned on occasion based on their feelings for each other. There was obviously not rape though; that was just how inferior ponies brains worked, or didn’t work.

Her and Twilight had come up with an elaborate and needlessly complicated plan, the most fun type of plan. For now, she was on her own while Twilight did her part elsewhere. Of course, Twilight was still officially missing, so she had to be more careful and couldn’t just walk around in her old form.

Applebloom looked around the table at her former family, even if they didn’t know they were former yet. Applejack, Big Macintosh, and Granny Smith, all ate their apple products with no less pleasure than they ever did. It was really disgusting how they’d rather do that when there was a perfectly good filly to rape or even devour right there in front of them, but she’d have to deal with it for a bit longer.

“So, uh,” Applebloom said between bites. “Ah was thinkin. Mah birthday is only like a week off from Granny’s, and this is her 100th, so maybe we could celebrate them at once and invite some extra family over.”

“That sounds like a great idea!” said Applejack, her mouth full of her disgusting non-flesh meal. “Ah’ll check around and see when the most family will be free.”

“Eeyup,” Mac said. As usual when he said that, Applebloom barely restrained herself from clinging to his face and violently raping eggs into his throat.

“Oh and um,” Applebloom added. “Could you come to tha barn later to help with something, big sis? It’s hard to explain, but ah’d really appreciate it.”

“Of course, Bloom,” smiled AJ. She was such a hypocrite, pretending to love and want to help Applebloom while still not brutally molesting her.

But soon enough that would be changed.

“So, you two wanna hang out after school?” Applebloom asked her two friends as they sat at the school lunch table, being disgustingly cute as they drank juice boxes. She hadn’t raped anything in hours, not since she cornered one of the family pigs, so she was getting a little shaky.

“Sure!” Scootaloo nodded. “We can follow Rainbow Dash around more!”

“Uh, can we not do that today?” Sweetie rolled her eyes. “How about we help my big sis with her new fashion line!”

“Ugh,” Applebloom tried not to vomit at Sweetie’s suggestion, barely holding it in. If they were changelings, such suggestions would have resulted in their just executions. “The last thing ah wanna do is to help with yer thot sisters.”

Sweetie and Scootaloo stared at Applebloom. They’d been doing that a lot lately.

“Yer hot sisters,” Applebloom backtracked. “Ah mean, I have something different to show you two today.”

“She is hot!” Scootaloo nodded. “What you wanna show us?”

“Actually, Rarity keeps the boutique pretty cool,” Sweetie said more cluelessly. “Yeah, what did you get?”

“It’s a surprise,” Applebloom said. “Let’s go to the clubhouse after school, I gotta new game ah wanted to show off.”

“Cool! I love games!” Scootaloo nodded cluelessly. “I’m in!”

“Sure, sounds fun!” agreed Sweetie, squeaking a bit. Hopefully later Applebloom could make her squeak for a different reason.

Of course, these were her former best friends, so she wanted to make it slow and special. She’d have to rape a few more farm animals to make sure she wasn’t too horny too, else she might just run them through with her cock immediately in excitement, and she couldn’t keep them alive with truly massive damage like her new mommy and grandmommy could. Regardless, she couldn’t wait to show them the way.

Though Applebloom had told Applejack to meet her at the barn, she knew what would happen when she didn’t show up for it. Applejack would assume she’d gotten distracted by her friends, and she wouldn’t be wrong, so she’d go to the clubhouse to check on them. Applebloom just needed to give her something to find there, something she knew Applejack would react as she wanted to. Ponies were so predictable.

“So where’s the game?” Scootaloo looked around the clubhouse when they got there, as if expecting to see something set up already.

There wasn’t anything there that wasn’t normally there, though some of the cushions that they had at the clubhouse were situated together in one corner, and this is where Applebloom trotted upon entry, a giant grin on her face.

“I don’t see anything different,” Sweetie tilted her head, but followed along.

“Oh, it’s not that kinda game,” smirked Applebloom. “It’s one Lyra and Bonbon taught me the other day.” It was a total lie, but the most obvious lesbians in Ponyville were a convenient place to pin blame.

“They don’t seem like the type that are into games,” Scootaloo plopped on a cushion next to Bloom all the same. “They’re usually too busy finding places to hide and kissy-face, or kissy-other-things.”

“Ew, not kissing!” Sweetie was so naïve that even Scootaloo felt pity as she looked over at her. It was interesting for Applebloom to be able to feel everypony’s emotions now. She wasn’t wrong though; how was Sweetie so abnormal when she had an unusually normal whore for a big sister?

“This is a different game,” Bloom explained. “Well, see, I was in the park when I heard something in the bushes, and when I checked to see what it was, ah found them… lickin each other.”

“Tongue bathing? Like a cat?” asked Sweetie.

“Uh, yeah, that’s what I meant by kissing other things,” Scootaloo nodded. She seemed to see where this was going, but wasn’t arguing about it either. That was good, since it meant she’d help the more atrociously dense Sweetie Belle get into things.

“No,” Applebloom strained not to roll her eyes. “Like lickin each other's slits, like between yer legs.”

“B-but they pee from there!” Sweetie seemed dumbfounded. “At least I do… wait, do other ponies not pee from there?”

“Oh that,” Scootaloo was less surprised. “I guess you could call that a game. My Aunt Holiday and Auntie Lofty do that all the time, and grind their slits together too. I’ve walked in on them like… a lot. Like I’m starting to think they’re doing it where I'll walk in on them on purpose. At least it explained why I’ve always found spontaneous wet spots around the house though, including my own bed at times.”

“So ya already done it with them?” Bloom asked, wondering if maybe Scootaloo’s aunts loved her more than the average pony.

“Nah,” Scootaloo shook her head. “They said you should only do it with your special somepony. I tried to get Rainbow Dash to do it, but she said I was too young and it’d be weird for sisters to do it.” Scootaloo rolled her eyes. Sadly it seemed her aunts hated her too much to molest her, as did Rainbow. In this case it was a little understandable though since Scootaloo was a dirty cripple, inferior even for a pony.

“Ah’m so sorry they abused ya like that,” Bloom tried to sound nice about it. “Not just yer aunts, but Dash too? Really sad.”

“What are you two talking about?” Sweetie was just looking back and forth.

“Abuse?” Scootaloo tilted her head. “No, I said they didn’t want to mess with me.”

“Exactly, abusive,” Bloom nodded since Scootaloo had clearly misheard her. “Anyway, aren’t we like special someponies fer each other?”

“Uhhh…” Sweetie looked nervous. “M-maybe? I don’t know…”

“I don’t mind doing it!” Scootaloo was more reasonable. “My aunts keep asking me if I’m doing it with either of you anyway, now I can tell them I do it with both of you and they’ll get off my back about getting a fillyfriend.”

“Uh, but they wouldn’t play it with you?” Sweetie tilted her head, finally getting an inkling of common sense.

“They said it’s okay for me to do it with fillies my age, or something,” shrugged Scootaloo, getting slightly shifty eyed. “But to stay away from colts with that stuff, because I’d instantly get pregnant if they so much as touch me with their dick.” When Sweetie looked confused, she added. “Their thingy, like the thing that hangs down between their hind legs.”

Sweetie gasped, immediately believing her even if not understanding. Bloom couldn’t fathom how she never made the connection of long-thing going in hole in a nudist society.

Bloom moved to the other side of Sweetie so that she could block her path to the exit in case she tried to leave, putting her between her and Scootaloo. Acting before Sweetie’s own stupidity consumed too much of her brain to be of use to the Hive, she pulled Sweetie closer and laid a giant kiss on her muzzle. The unicorn foal’s eyes widened as Applebloom’s tongue slurped around her muzzle, certainly longer than she expected, more or less freezing in shock and not responding.

She kept hold of Sweetie, but moved to kiss Scootaloo when she scooted over. Scootaloo was a better kisser, not surprisingly since she’d seen it more, and managed to respond with her own tongue even if it was heart-breakingly short. As she deeply kissed Scootaloo, Applebloom slipped a front hoof between each of their thighs, getting a surprised squeak from Sweetie and a slight hip thrust in response from Scootaloo. All three fillies were shivering: Scootaloo from excitement, Sweetie from confusion, and Applebloom from a more normal urge to corrupt and defile innocents.

As much as she got into it, Bloom suspected Scootaloo had done something with her aunts and had just been told not to tell. Either way, Sweetie was the most innocent and defileable, so when Bloom moved downward, that’s where she went, finding Sweetie’s hind legs clasped nervously together and pulling them apart as she licked her lips. As she did so, she poked her own bottom towards Scootaloo, waggling it at her.

“This’ll work!” Scootaloo smiled to herself now, and Bloom could smell her getting excited. “We’ll do it like a daisy chain. I’ll eat out Bloom, Bloom can do Sweetie, and Sweetie, you can slurp me!”

Her words and excitement gave away more that she’d actually done this before, probably with both aunts at once, though Bloom wondered why ponies insisted on hiding things like that. She also wondered if Dash had really refused too or if she’d actually abused Scootaloo by not molesting her. Either way, Bloom suspected that Scootaloo got it easy from her aunts, not like a foal’s first time should be. She wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t even have cocks.

“Whoa, whoa,” Sweetie shook her head. “Guys, I don’t thi-”

Sweetie didn’t get the whole sentence out before she squeaked to a stop. Even if her horn wasn’t showing, Bloom could still use her magic, so she silenced her less willing friend so that she wouldn’t clue in Scootaloo to her unwillingness. Clearly uncomfortable though, Sweetie tried to pull herself back from Applebloom.

Bloom rolled to one side, raising a hind leg to expose her slit to Scootaloo, young thighs damp with desire. Scootaloo seemed happy to dive in, assuming the same position as she raised her own hind leg and waggled her behind at Sweetie. She grasped Bloom’s behind, pushing her nose against her clit and rubbing as she took the first lap into her wetness. She was very bad at pretending to have never done this, and Applebloom had very slightly more respect for her aunts now.

“Wow this is pretty hot!” Scootaloo panted between long enthusiastic laps. “I wish I’d known you two were dykes before!” It wasn’t surprising that she would assume they weren’t, with Bloom’s family being extremely homophobic, but she was counting on that for when they were inevitably caught together.

Sweetie tried to protest again, but Applebloom used her magic to force her muzzle to Scootaloo’s slit. She nuzzled it open, rubbing her nose against Scoot’s clit as her tongue was forced out of her muzzle. Applebloom made her lick every bit as deep and enthusiastically as Scootaloo was. The look on Sweetie’s face of disgust was almost as good as the confusion she felt as her body was somehow forced to do something it didn’t want when she was the only unicorn in the room.

Meanwhile Applebloom enjoyed the sweet taste of Sweetie. It was a little vanilla, violating a foal with her tongue, but it was certainly hotter than what most ponies were used to. She lengthened her tongue until it tickled at Sweetie’s cervix, slurping up the taste of blood as it snapped through her hymen and took away the purity she should have never had to begin with. She coiled her tongue, thickening within Sweetie’s passage to give her the nice stretching she deserved.

It wasn’t surprising when Scootaloo got off first, both from her obsession with speed and due to Applebloom controlling Sweetie’s tongue to ram it against all the right places. She even managed to stretch the tongue a bit longer than it’d usually be, even if the process was a bit painful for her victim. Still, she didn’t go too far with the pain yet, still wanting to ease her friends into it to enjoy a long process.

Scootaloo squealed happily as her juice splattered all over Sweetie’s face, undulating her hips fast as Sweetie choked on her fluids. It never even occurred to her that Sweetie wasn’t into it since Sweetie’s head was still pressing hard against her. Half way through the orgasm, Bloom managed to shove Sweetie’s muzzle inside, sending Scoot’s squeal up an octave as she flailed her raised hind leg in excitement.

Even if things weren’t as intense as they’d be at the Hive, Applebloom still enjoyed it enough to get off soon after. After all, she’d been waiting for the order to start this for so long. Fortunately her present form kept her fluid from being acidic or too thick, so Scootaloo didn’t suspect anything with the hole she was slurping at burst into a fit of convulsions and splattered juice back at her, which Scootaloo slurped up loudly.

Sweetie was more stubborn, being a bit of a drama queen just because she was being raped by her best friend and didn’t understand how or why. Applebloom helped though, sending a burst of magic into her nethers to send her over the edge as well. Soon she had a nice wash of filly fluid for her own face, suckling it up like nectar from a flower, taking time to savor the first step in the process of turning them into normal productive citizens.

But unfortunately, their primitive pony brains would only let them go so far, so she’d have to use a bit of mind fuckery from here on out. Otherwise, it’d get way too messy forcing them, and she wanted it to be fully consenting when they were caught. Reaching into their pliable little minds was easy enough, especially when these inferior creatures were exhausted from just a single orgasm.

She thought about what to do in particular, which she’d put surprisingly little thought into up until now. Most of what she’d thought about so far was the end extremely grotesque result, but maybe she could have a bit of fun in between. She wouldn’t whip her filly cock out at them immediately.

Scootaloo was already on her way, but needed to work on the shame that kept her from admitting that adults fucked her. Also she needed to get into cock, or cock into her, so turning her into a completely indiscriminate slut seemed like the way to go. It’d be neat to see how Ponyville reacted to a foal running around and fucking everything that moved and most things that didn’t.

For Sweetie, it was pretty obvious that her family had sheltered her. Rarity, hypocrite that she was, probably didn’t want Sweetie to get into anything at this age, but it’d especially sicken her family if she got into something more than just sex. Hm… well changeling scat could be pretty addictive to a mind-fucked pony, so she’d try that. Rarity’s reaction to finding out Sweetie developed a scat fetish would be beyond hilarious.

“Let’s switch!” Bloom suggested, easing her way into their minds as she turned herself around. “But let’s slurp the other hole too.”

“Uh, wait, you mean your butt?” Scootaloo was less enthusiastic about that, but shook her head as it got a bit fuzzy from the influence. “Sure… I’ll try it.”

“What?!” Sweetie cried out as soon as she could get a breath. Her much more naïve mind was easier, and cracked like a filly guide getting cock-slapped by a manticore. “That’s… the best idea I’ve ever heard?” Her words confused her, but she turned herself around anyway, Scootaloo’s fluid still drooling from her face as she stared down the barrel of Applebloom’s posterior.

Applebloom nodded with a smile, seeing things were going well. She took a moment to lap the delicious tears from Sweetie’s face when she turned around, then put her own muzzle in the direction of Scootaloo’s rump.

Even with the mind-work, Bloom had to make the first move, cupping her muzzle against Scoot’s tailhole and ramming her tongue hard. Scootaloo yelped at the thick meat pushing further than she expected, clenching her behind as Bloom popped passed the anal ring. She clenched her teeth for a few seconds, but then grunted and rolled her eyes back.

“Oh, wow,” Scootaloo admitted. “That’s… kinda nice. You sure it doesn’t taste bad though?”

“Mmmm,” was all Applebloom said as she dragged her tongue around inside, feeling out every corner. The taste of pony muck wasn’t anywhere near the top of the grossest things in the world, but at least it was better than all those fucking apples.

Since her brain was getting tweaked a bit in ways she didn’t expect, Scootaloo looked stunned when she finally licked timidly at Sweetie’s pucker, then immediately pressed her muzzle against it. She circled her tongue around, grasping Sweetie’s behind in both front hooves and digging into her behind.

Sweetie’s reaction to sudden anal penetration was much like Scootaloo’s due to Bloom’s power, but her reaction to the taste of her friend’s anus was far more pronounced. Her eyes widened as if it tasted like the sweetest candy, and she dug in with such enthusiasm that she outright bit down on the tight anal ring as she forced her way forward, trying to shove her whole muzzle into the hole again.

Once again, the room was filled with the delightful sound of moist suction as the foals were further educated in what should have already been normal social interaction for them. Under her influence, Scootaloo didn’t realize how strange it was when Applebloom’s tongue reached deep, winding up through her intestinal tract until it found the first chunk of solid feces that it could. She slid her tongue around, tasting it before coiling around it and slowly dragging it out of Scootaloo’s behind. Scootaloo clenched as she realized she was going, but Bloom still managed to yank it out and slurp at the tip as it emerged.

“Ah, sorry!” Scootaloo said, starting to pull away as if she thought this would be a deal-breaker, but Applebloom held onto her rump and didn’t let her budge.

When Scootaloo saw it was okay, she went back to working on Sweetie. Her ministrations to the hole were the most normal of the three, since Bloom was pushing her brain towards a more general slutification, but she enjoyed it all the same. She moaned as she felt herself release, sending shivers up through Sweetie at the same time. If she thought this felt good, Applebloom couldn’t wait until Scoot got drilled by a proper schlong.

Sweetie was outright rabid. While she couldn’t reach her tongue nearly as far, she recognized the rolling within when Applebloom started to release more intentionally. She inhaled deeply of the gas that preceded it, shaking as her eyes went crossed, then opened her muzzle as a chunk of thick green changeling slime slowly poked free from Bloom’s behind. Again, she noticed nothing strange due to the influence, and instead outright felated the gooey turd as it was emerging, bobbing her head admirably for a foal that didn’t even know that blowjobs existed.

Applebloom took some time to enjoy Scootaloo’s feces, smashing it around in her muzzle, coating her gums and getting it between her teeth before swallowing a bit at a time to savor the nastiness.

“More,” Applebloom panted between slurps. “Feed me your shit, Scoot… ah’ll eat it so the clubhouse won’t get too messy.” Even if it could use some mess. Like most pony abodes, this place was sorely lacking in screams and rotting corpses.

“Huh?” Scootaloo was even more confused now, but did what Applebloom asked all the same, squeezing more intentionally. As she started to piss herself as well, Bloom opened her muzzle wider to guzzle down both, mixing it into a nice slimy mess within her muzzle before swallowing it down like a fruit smoothie.

Scootaloo blushed as she continued, looking like she didn’t want to look back at what was happening there, so concentrated on Sweetie’s posterior. When Sweetie started to release, Scootaloo’s eyes went wide again and she tried to pull her muzzle back, but Bloom pushed into her mind and made her stay there, opening her muzzle and watching the sickened look on her face as she swallowed down a chunk.

Meanwhile Sweetie took it in like a vacuum cleaner. She finally swallowed the first one hole, then as a more gooey mess came out, she began rubbing it all over her, smudging the grotesque green fluid into her fur. It showed brilliantly through the pure white coat, and Bloom giggled at the thought of Rarity seeing her covered in scat. She’d be too busy violently vomiting to even realize that it was very strange scat.

“WHAT IN TARNATION?!” Applejack’s voice suddenly cried out. Just as Applebloom had thought, she’d come to check on them here after Bloom hadn’t been in the barn like she had told her.

“Oh hay, sis,” Applebloom turned towards AJ, opening her muzzle to swallow a large chunk of piss-scat for her to see. “We were just eatin’ each others shit cause we already finished eatin’ each other’s pussy.”

Applejack stared on in shock, unable to comprehend that her sister had even said that, much less done it.

“Oh uh… it’s not what it looks like!” Scootaloo quickly tried to backtrack, as if they could.

“Nah, it’s exactly that,” Applebloom said. “No lyin’ Scoot. We got inspired by what yer aunts and Rainbow Dash did ta you.”

“None of them did that!” Scootaloo freaked out, but calmed slowly as Applebloom prodded her mind a bit, relaxing and quieting.

“W-w-w-w-w-w-w-” Applejack was trying to speak again but couldn’t get past the first sound of ‘what the hay’.”

“Yeah, Rarity did it to Sweetie too,” lied Applebloom. “And her Mom helped.”

“They did what?” Sweetie asked dreamily. Since Scoot and Bloom had pulled away, she was now laying on her back, rubbing a glob of slime against her slit. “Did they do-do on me?”

“Yeah sure,” Applebloom shrugged. “In yer sleep, or something.”

“Awesome!” Sweetie moaned. It was adorable since she didn’t even properly know what sex was yet.

“w-w-w-WHAAAaaAT?” Applejack finally got the word out. “After what happened ta us… you… you still turned into some kinda… “ She seemed unwilling to even say the word. While ponies didn’t generally have any issues with mare-on-mare action, the apple siblings had trauma that Bloom now wondered if had been caused by a time-traveling herself. Time would tell, she guessed.

More importantly, AJ’s brain was super malleable with all the scrumptious rage coursing through it. The combination of that and probably hitting flashback triggers made it very easy for Applebloom to push her influence into AJ’s mind and lead her to a more logical conclusion than a pony would have normally came to.

“Ah… it’s time fer some correctional action!” Applejack said, her face tensing up in blind anger. “Ya’ll stay here… and away from each other! Ah’m gettin’ Big Mac!”

Perfect. As Applejack rushed out of the clubhouse though, her orders to stay away from each other were promptly ignored. In fact, Applebloom didn’t even need to push more at their little minds to set it off.

Scootaloo grabbed hold of Sweetie’s hind legs in her own, turning her about to face their hind ends together. Applebloom saw where it was going, intertwining her legs with each of their’s to being their three bottoms together atop one of the very moist cushions in the clubhouse.

“W-was someone just in here?” Scootaloo said, spacing out.

“Are they gonna poo on us?” Sweetie asked excitedly.

“It’s just AJ,” explained Applebloom. “Ah think she’s gonna get more pussy fer us.”

“Awesome!” Scootaloo grinned, though Applebloom noted that they might be a bit too out of it now. She’d have to dial back the mind control a bit when her big siblings got back, else they might not be damaged enough by the trauma of what was going to ensue.

The three brought their soft slits together in the middle, grinding firmly, filling the room with the delightful smack of soggy gashes and sweaty pony flesh grinding together. Their hips rolled together beautifully, each rolling in time with fluid splashing upwards as they came together. Each tiny hole twitched happily, but Applebloom very carefully used her magic to keep the other two from getting off, keeping them just on the edge.

Keeping an eye on the window, Applebloom waited until she saw Applejack and Mac rushing back to the clubhouse. As soon as they were within earshot, she cried out loudly.

“This is amazon! Ah’m never touchin’ a cock as long as ah live!” she shouted. “Let’s scissor and munch rugs every day after school! Maybe durin’ school too!”

“We’ll be scissor sisters!” Scootaloo added.

“Why are we talking about scissors?” Sweetie asked, but didn’t stop her hips from moving. “Let’s talk about poop!”

It was perfectly timed when Applebloom pushed her energy back into them and set off their orgasms just as her older siblings were charging into the door again. The looks on AJ and Mac’s faces when they arrived were most delightful, wide-eyed shock and horror at what they saw and heart. It was made all the more so when the fillies orgasmed hard against each other, the filly juice spewing up like a fountain and leaving Mac and AJ suddenly gagging from what splattered into their muzzles.

“Oh fer Celestia’s sake!” AJ screeched so loudly they could barely make out what she was saying. “See, Big Mac? Ah told ya it was as bad as ah said!”

“... eyup?” Big Mac replied. Applebloom could tell he enjoyed the sight more than he’d admit, even before she’d dug any of her power into his fragile pony mind. It seemed the next phase of her family game would be easy.