Oviposition

Applejack woke up the next morning with the sneaking suspicion that something might be amiss, but she couldn’t quite put her hoof on what it was. The day before was a bit of a blur, so she wondered what happened, but it probably wasn’t important if she couldn’t remember it, right?

She stretched as she staggered out of bed, legs clicking a bit more than usual as she moved to her bedroom mirror to brush her coat and mane. As she did so, she tried to remember, carefully avoiding the little bits of chitin that were forming in various areas over her body, careful not to rub the hairbrush against the sensitive horn stump slowly splitting out of her skull about her forehead. She used the brush to scratch around the itchy stumps on her back where tiny wings had started to form.

After brushing herself over though, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss. She stared at herself in the mirror for a few more long minutes, her now-solid green eyes scanning over her body. It was like she’d start to notice things and then it just slipped her mind… oh, that’s what it was! Had she lost weight? Well that wasn’t so bad.

Applejack also seemed to be shedding an awful lot, so she took a moment to sweep up the bits of bloody fur on the floor and in the bed. She put most of it in the trash, but popped a bit of a bloody clump into her maw and swallowed it without really thinking. Finally, she left her room and started downstairs.

Wait… was eating that strange? Wait a minute, should she really have...

‘It’s not strange at all,’ a voice buzzed into her head that wasn’t her normal thought voice. ‘You’re probably just getting hotter as you get older. Just think of all the puss you’ll get!’

What a nice, motherly voice. Wait, did it say puss? Wasn’t Applejack straight? Well that should be okay too, just because she had a sudden craving for cunt didn’t mean she wasn’t straight. Yeah, that made sense.

Downstairs, she found Applebloom already eating breakfast with her dumb little friends. Applebloom had leaned over to give Scootaloo a brief if deep kissing, and Sweetie was just sitting up in her chair after crawling out from under the table, a bit of gooey greenish brown on her face. They looked at Applejack, but didn’t react, so she must have been worried about nothing; she probably looked as normal as always.

They looked normal too. Occasionally she thought she might have seen a difference in the corner of her eye, and there did seem to be a bit more shed fur on the floor than usual. She stared at Bloom for a few more long seconds, wondering if she used to have yellow fur instead of dark yellow chitin… trying to remember...

‘No that’s normal,’ said the motherly voice in her head. ‘It’s probably just that her fur fell out from being too fuckable. She is an Apple AND a foal after all.’

Yeah, her whole family was pretty fuckable, so that seemed right. Her thoughts were making a lot more sense than usual this morning.

“Good mornin’,” Applejack said as she approached the table to sit at her normal seat.

“Mornin’ sis!” Applebloom said, then moved to kiss Sweetie too, swapping something chunky back and forth between their muzzles, a bit of it drooling down. Applebloom sat up on her haunches, and Scoot pushed her head down beneath the table, slurping loudly at something in Applebloom’s lap. Yep. Just an average morning.

“Shouldn’t ya’ll be at school?” Applajack asked as she realized it was a bit later than usual, but shook her head. “Prolly doesn’t matter ah guess.” Though she wasn’t rightly sure why it didn’t matter, since it normally would. “Anyway… did you cook this, little sis?”

“Yeah ah made it,” Bloom said. “Don’t worry, ah made sure ta put apples in it, ya apple-fuckin’ whore.”

Applejack smiled at Bloom’s more-affectionate-than-usual pet name for her and looked down at her plate, and the greenish-yellow glob of slime that resided there. She poked a hoof at it, watching it jiggle about, then leaned forward to smell of it. Wow it smelled delicious, like rancid shit. That smelled delicious, right?

‘Of course it does,' said the motherly head voice helpfully. ‘And tastes! Rancid shit has been your favorite flavor since you were a foal!’

Oh right, she’d forgotten that. She scooped up a glob into her hoof and pushed her tongue to taste it. Her eyes widened at the flavor, then she began shoveling it into her muzzle more eagerly. She was done within seconds, and reached out to grab the larger bowl full of it in the center of the table, outright turning it up before guzzling most of it down. It drooled down the sides of her face and down her chest, but even the warm goo against her body was somehow delicious.

“Ya’ll remember anything about yesterday?” Applejack asked with her muzzle full. “Ah seem ta have forgot, but I feel like something important happened.”

“My memories are pretty hazy, too,” Scootaloo said, licking her lips as she raised her head from Bloom’s lap. I know I was here, then I went home, or towards home. I got lost and ended up in the market, so I fucked a few bums and fell asleep in an alley.”

“Fucked… a few bums?” Applejack blinked. Was that normal foal behavior?

“Yeah, more like a dozen… not sure if they were all bums,” Scootaloo corrected.

‘Well they are at that age,’ the voice assured her. Yeah, it was probably fine.

“I forgot what happened here too!” nodded Sweetie, scooping up her own plate full. “But I remember there being some kind of fun game! Then I went home and stole some of Rarity’s roofies so I could mix them with laxatives to put in her drink.

“Why did ya do that?” Applejack tilted her head.

“So she’d shit herself in her sleep and I could rub it all over me, obviously,” Sweetie rolled her eyes. “And all over her. She’ll be so thankful when she wakes up!”

“Oh yeah, right,” nodded Applejack, then turned up the bowl again and started licking the last remnants from the bottom.

“Aw, ya fergot the game?” Bloom sighed. “Tell ya what, let’s go to tha barn and play it again! See ya, Applejack.”

“Oh um, see ya,” Applejack nodded, finishing up her completely normal breakfast by making sure she got every last drop from the bowl, then continued on to lick all of their plates clean as well. Sweetie’s was mixed with a bit of extra pony shit, so it was especially tangy. Wait was that…

‘Oh stop thinking things aren’t normal,’ the voice in her head was still motherly, but a bit annoyed. ‘With neither of my princesses here, I have literally 10,000 drones to fuck today all by myself and you’re taking up precious time I could be concentrating on getting dicked from every direction! I want to still have time to go torture Cadance when I’m done!’

“Oh, sorry, voice in mah head,” Applejack apologized. She felt bad; she didn’t mean to cut into the voice’s slut-torturing time. After all, doing all that work was quite admirable; Applejack would be proud to have such a hard-working mother rather than her slut mom that got eaten by timberwolves like a loser.

Wait… that WAS abnormal! Why was she just sitting here acting like it’s not wrong!... She should clearly be going to the barn to see what kind of game her sister is playing; what kind of big sister would she be if she didn’t?

Applejack staggered towards the barn, wondering briefly why the pigs fled to the other side of the pen in terror when she walked past it. She also wondered why she literally tasted their fear. In the pen next to them was a single male bull, sheep, and goat… for some reason the bull was sobbing in one corner. Oh well, all that probably wasn’t important.

When she got there, she found the barn door open, and heard wet noises inside, so wondered what they were doing. Were they sponging off livestock or something? It sounded like they were squeezing the sponges awfully hard, so maybe that’s why the pigs were terrified.

She was stunned at what she saw when she peeked into the door, though she suspected she shouldn’t have been. Her little sister was on her back with Scootaloo straddling her hips, Bloom’s throbbing erection stuffed into Scootaloo’s snatch giving her a nice stretch at the pint-sized slut bounced eagerly atop her. Applejack didn’t remember Bloom having a cock, but maybe she just hadn’t noticed before. Regardless, Bloom still identified as female so this was an inappropriate level of dyking out!

Meanwhile, Sweetie was laying next to Bloom in a 69 position, Bloom eating her out rather violently, biting her vulva and stretching it back to let it snap back against her body. Sweetie was bleeding from the roughness but still rolling her hips into it. Sweetie’s head was concentrating on Bloom’s tailhole, sucking a slimy green turd as it emerged, fellating it lovingly as she worked her tongue around the hole.

Applejack couldn’t believe this, she’d never been so aroused!... Wait, she meant disgusted right? She was pretty sure she did; she should go find their brother and bring him over to rape them all with a giant cock to show them the glory of straight sex, maybe snuff them or something, yet she didn’t. Instead, both hooves went between her thighs to massage at her slit, which she found sopping wet and dripping down her thighs as soon as she touched it.

She felt shame and guilt burn through her, but Applejack couldn’t make herself do the right thing. Instead she just kept watching and rubbing her churning pussy to what she saw.

“You like my pussy, right Mommy?” Scootaloo said to Bloom. “I barely got any sleep last night, fucking every pedo stallion I could… there were a lot more of them than I expected once I started outright waving my underage twat at every stallion I saw… I’ve had more different cocks in me than most mares already!” She was rolling her hips rather smoothly, clearly having learned from the experiences. “It’s so weird, I’m not even tired! I just want more cock!”

“Quality over quantity, whore,” Sweetie said wetly as she gargled a pool of greasy diaherea in her muzzle. “Going through them that fast… I bet that didn’t even have time to shit themselves from pleasure, so what exactly are you supposed to eat while you’re fuckin’?” She’d clearly grown up a bit suddenly too. “My service to your shithole is way better, right Mommy?”

“Now, you two,” Applebloom groaned, just laying there casually enjoying her friends’ affections with her forelegs behind her head letting them do all the work. “You know ah’m proud of both my soon-to-be-daughter’s initiative, yer both special in yer own way. As long as you don’t act like stupid unfucked pony foals, that’s enough fer me.”

It seemed the two had grown strangely competitive about satisfying Applebloom, and calling her Mommy was a bit weird. Applejack assumed it was some kind of strange roleplay, like that time Applejack dressed up in a buffalo fursuit and sprang from her cousin Braeburn’s birthday cake to fuck the tartarus out of him, or when she roleplayed with Big Mac that he was a fag and she was dutifully fucking the gay out of him. In this case though, she really wished that it wasn’t roleplay, because it was hot in a way that she couldn’t put her hoof on.

Not to mention, the shame of her inaction to stop her sister’s lesbian activities was overshadowed, at least a little, by the guilt from having never even noticed that her sister had a dick. Had she been a better sister and at least groped her a bit, she’d have at least noticed that… wait no that would be gay. She meant have Big Mac grope her a bit. For that matter, she never even invited Bloom to her roleplay with Mac to get raped by him. She started to suspect that she’d been a terrible sister for both of them.

“Yes! More of Mommy’s cum inside me!” Scootaloo squealed, the filly’s hole pulsating visibly in intensity as she came on Bloom’s shaft, convulsing as her eyes rolled back. At the same time, Sweetie slurped another mass of messy goo from Bloom’s rear and was gargling it happily while masturbating.

“Yeah that’s it, mah little sluts,” Applebloom groaned, her own body tensing up before she blew a load upwards into Scootaloo. Applejack could see the pulse of thick sperm swell Bloom’s dick before bursting into Scoot’s little body until her belly began to swell, filling up her immature womb. Very little of the strangely greenish fluid flowed back out as if was sticking to her insides.

“More, more cock, Mommy!” Scootaloo didn’t seem to be done.

“More shit, Mommy!” Sweetie raised her front hooves up happily between shit-gargling.

“Actually, ah had a different surprise,” Applebloom told them. “Ah wanted ta gift mah friends with a neat little change, to encourage further obedient of whatever… also just ta see what you’d do with it honestly.”

The other to looked on with interest. So did Applejack, biting her lip to stifle an orgasm as she continued to masturbate, cumming all over her hoof. When she raised it up to lick it off, she wondered if her pussy juice had always been a bit greenish, but shrugged and licked it off anyway. Mmm, it was delicious, like rotting flesh…. apples. She meant apples.

“Well, ya see,” said Bloom. “Ah’ve been fuckin’ a LOT of livestock lately, mostly so I wouldn’t get too horny with you two and run ya through with my dick in excitement.” Aw, that was so kind of her. “But I sorta took a liking to it. Ah got a nice selection of lower life forms outside fer you to enjoy in the pen nearby.” She figured since she got to enjoy pony lower life forms all the time, she’d let her friends enjoy some that were even lower than them.

Applejack blinked, wondering why she immediately understood Applebloom's intention, then glanced back at the pens she’d passed on the way in. Still scared pigs in one, and still the assortment of males in the other. She was still a little nervous about being seen, so backed up and around the barn, hiding behind a bale of hay before they came out of the barn.

The three foals padded out of the barn, but hadn’t seemed to have seen her. Scootaloo bounced excitedly, tongue hanging out of her muzzle as she made her way to the pen with the goat, sheep, and bull inside. Meanwhile Sweetie darted towards the pig pen, with a giggle Applebloom behind them both.

“All right you guys,” Applebloom said to the male pen. “Just like ah said. Go have a beastly good time!”

“But I’m sentient,” complained the bull, shaking his head and crying, as if that made any difference.

“No more talk-back, Sir Loin,” Applebloom reined him in. “Or yer calves will go into the wood chipper right where yer wife went when ah was rapin’ her.” She’d actually already done that to them yesterday, but there was no need to tell him right now.

It was kind of her to have done that so he wouldn’t be cheating on his wife when he boned the filly, but he just kept sobbing. What an unappreciative animal; he knew he and his family were just going to be exported to Griffonstone and butchered anyway as soon as she stopped providing enough milk. Enslaving lower races for commerce was one of the few sane things that ponies did.

Applebloom watched the others at first, just leaning against the fence, idly rubbing at her pussy with one hoof while idly pushing her shaft through a hole in her opposite leg. She faced her behind directly towards Applejack’s hiding spot, but AJ was pretty sure she hadn’t seen her. Regardless, she licked her lips at her little sister’s young behind before continuing to watch the others.

Scootaloo bowled the bull over onto his back despite being a fraction of his size, and he looked too afraid to stop her. She drooled lustfully down at him as she ground her hips against his sheath. Despite being fairly new to taking dick, she rolled her pelvis like an experienced whore, coaxing it out whether he wanted it to be or not.

The goat and sheep were cringing away from Applebloom, but her eyes glowed slightly before they both stood up, still shaking with frightened looks but now heading over towards Scootaloo. Scootaloo squealed excitedly as the goat mounted up behind her, raising her tail and waggling her little rump to grind against his sheath as well. The sheep mounted her front, and she slobbered all over his emerging shaft and sweaty unwashed balls. She didn’t care as long as it meant more dick.

“This is great!” Scootaloo panted, surrounded by horny animal shafts. “Why should I limit myself to ponies, right? Anything with a cock is fair game! Can we go to Fluttershy’s cottage next? I want to fuck her monsters!”

“Sure that seems reasonable,” Applebloom nodded. “Not sure if she’d think it was reasonable, ah mean there are rumors about her but haven’t actually checked if they’re true.”

Sweetie leaped over the pig pen fence, landing face first in a pile of pig shit already on the ground, slurping it up like a tiny vacuum as her hind legs moved to slide her upper half across the pen. One of the pigs squealed as she clung to the pig's rear like a shit-seeking missile and dug her face beneath her tail.

The pig squealed louder and immediately, and conveniently, shit herself in fear. Sweetie rammed her tongue in, which seemed increasingly longer than it used to be, grasping a chunk and yanking it into her muzzle like a frog catching a fly, muzzle wide to catch the splatter as more jerked free. She opened wider to catch urine as well when the pig lost bladder control too, sloshing it together in her muzzle to gargle it happily. Wow, maybe she needed an intervention.

“Nah, she’s fine,” said the voice in AJ’s head. “Was that a pun?! EXECUTE THEM!... not you dear, you keep watching, I was talking to someone else.”

Yeah she was fine. This was probably just a phase or something; all kids like to stick weird things in their muzzles. Applejack settled her hooves between her thighs again and started rubbing another one out as she viewed the scene.

The other pigs ran around frantically, and Applejack still wondered why they were so scared. One would think there was a horrifying predator just outside their pen masturbating to their terror, but there was just Applebloom still fucking her own leg hole and that seemed normal enough. After all, if Applejack had a cock, she’d for sure fuck any of her own holes she could reach with it. She looked at her own leg, but sighed when she realized it hadn’t grown any holes yet.

Scootaloo was still writhing between male bodies, and she must have been getting used to it, because it was surprisingly easy for them to penetrate her small body. She scarfed down the sheep’s horn first, neck expanding slightly as her nose smacked his belly and her tongue lapped hungrily over his sack. Behind her, the goat’s popped inside her ass, which immediately tensed around him, and the bull was forced into her soggy cum trap beneath.

That was expected, but Applejack couldn’t help but jump when Scootaloo’s vulva sprouted nasty black claws and grasped the bull’s shaft when he tried to pull himself away. He moo-ed frantically as he felt the sharp edges dig into his dick, pulled back in as her body churned and twisted around him.

AJ definitely hadn’t noticed that before, but it’s not like she ever looked at Scoot’s pussy to know. Okay she had, fairly often, but not in a gay way so she probably didn’t notice. It made sense besides: her body needed something awesome to make up for being a dirty pega cripple whose parents didn’t love her.

“What the hay? Why does her pussy have teeth!?” The bull was less enthusiastic.

“My pussy has teeth?” Scootaloo barely got out with her muzzle full. “So awesome!”

Applejack tried to watch that instead of Sweetie eating out a sow’s ass, worried that the later might make her gay, but kept finding herself looking back at that. Unfortunately it didn’t stay females-only in that pen as the other pigs all suddenly calmed down, at least outwardly, their eyes glowing green though the fear still raged inside. They all turned their bottoms towards Sweetie and backed up to her.

Sweetie laughed like a super-villain fucking the hero through a meat-grinder as she realized where this was going. She flopped onto her back, opening her mouth wide and moving both hooves down to spread out her pussy. Suddenly a dozen bacon asses were defecating on her at once, spraying out violently as if someone had rammed the contents of their intestines down through their bowels all at once.

Sweetie already had her fur matted in green and brown, but now it poured out onto her like squishy fountains. In less than a minute, it was piling up atop her, most of her body covered. Applejack saw her pussy exploded in juice just before it was buried in shit, whitish bubbles of femcum splurting up through the layer of feces once it was submerged. Sweetie opened her muzzle wide, letting it pile up over her face, savoring the flavor instead of swallowing immediately. Her eyes were wide with lust, and didn’t even close as chunks splattered onto them and slowly buried her whole body.

Soon just her hind hooves poked free of the mass, while the pigs squealed in pain, guts looking compressed as if emancipated by the sheer mass of what they’d expelled all at once. Holy fuck, AJ hoped she got to experience shitting that hard at least once in her life.

Applejack wanted desperately to join in, almost stepping towards Applebloom’s displayed behind several times, salivating and wanting desperately to slurp on her convulsing pussy as she masturbated. But no, she shouldn’t because it might encourage Bloom to do more gay things with her friends.

“Your priorities are amusing,” said the voice in her head. “Stupid from both changeling and pony perspectives, but amusing.”

“Shush Ma, I’m tryin’ ta rub one out!” Applejack thought back as she masturbated furiously. Did she just call that voice Ma? She’d worry about that later.

She glanced back at Scootaloo, who was now taking jets of cum from all ends. The cocks inside her áss and twat both pulsed visibly as they jetted bestial semen into the pony, the holes clenching as well as she milked them dry. Similarly, she had the sheep’s whole cock and balls lodged in her throat, muzzle open wider than any pony’s shout, and was guzzling straight from the tap as her belly swelled.

“We’re just startin’” Applebloom told Scootaloo. “Ah want you ta fuck every single cock on this farm before we move on.”

Despite the overwhelming feeling that this was probably mostly okay, Applejack still felt her own guts twisting with guilt as she creamed herself as well, blasting the wall behind her with her juice before almost collapsing in relief.

Standing up, she almost charged Applebloom’s rear end with intent to slurp her little sister’s little puss, but caught herself again, instead turning and running towards the house as fast as she could. She didn’t think they saw her, but who could say for sure? She didn’t look back.

After a shower and coat brushing, she felt a little better. She put all the fur that was falling out for normal pony reasons in the trash before heading back downstairs and wondering if she should have more of that green slop that Applebloom had made her for breakfast.

Just then though, there was a knock on the front door. Now who could that be? Applejack staggered over to open it.

There are the door was Ginger Snap, a filly guide that she often saw taking donations in town, and another she hadn’t seen before today. There was a small foal’s wagon full of cookie boxes behind them, but Applejack’s eyes focused on those hot filly bodies. Goodness what she wouldn’t give to...

“Hi!” said the new one. “I’m Suckmint and we’re selling cookies!”

“Is that so?” panted Applejack. Well maybe it wouldn’t hurt to indulge a little, but not in the cookies.