Barnyard Buddies

Barnyard Buddies

By: Nicole Sunstone

Chapter 1

“Wow, that was a great movie!” Apple Bloom exclaimed as she and her friends left the movie theater.

“Yeah, can you believe those stunts that Daring Do did?” Scootaloo asked, jumping in the air with a karate chop.

“You know that’s not real, right?” Sweetie Belle added, watching at more of Scootaloo’s karate moves.

“Who cares? It was so awesome!” Scootaloo squealed in delight, “I can’t wait for the next one!”

“I think they might have cut out a few things from the book, but it was fun to watch!” Sweetie Belle replied, swaying her arms behind her.

“You know it! But hey, the next time we watch a new Daring Do movie together, we’ll be in college!” Apple Bloom mentioned, making the girls stop in their tracks.

“Oh yeah, I didn’t think about that.” Scootaloo thought, crossing her arms.

“Does that mean this is the end of the Canterlot Movie Club?” Sweetie Belle asked with big, sad eyes.

“Shucks no! We can still get together when we’re in college! Maybe we can even start a new club over there!” Apple Bloom beamed, thinking of the future with her and her best friends.

“Yeah, you’re right!” Scootaloo wrapped her arm around her friends with a big smile. “And besides, we have the whole summer to go on adventures too!”

“Besides, college won’t be that different, right?” Sweetie Belle asked nervously.

“Not as long as us Crusaders are by each other sides!” Apple Bloom answered triumphantly as they marched on into the night at the beginning of their summer vacation.

Three months later…

“What do you mean you got accepted to Mythica University?!”

Sweetie Belle sheepishly hid behind her acceptance letter in front of Apple Bloom and Scootaloo in the middle of the Apple Family’s living room. Scootaloo crossed her arms as Sweetie Belle pleaded her case.

“Rarity designed their sports uniforms and had connections with the Dean! She said it would be good for me to get a strong start towards my career!” Sweetie Belle explained, folding the letter and putting it away in her pocket.

“And what career is that exactly, Sweetie Belle?” Apple Bloom asked, pointing her finger at her friend.

“I don’t know! I’m undeclared!” Sweetie Belle squeaked.

“But we were supposed to go to Canterlot Community College! Applejack said it’s the most cost effective way to finish our general education!” Apple Bloom shouted, making a cutting gesture with her hands to illustrate the order of the plan.

“Maybe for you, Apple Bloom.” Scootaloo interrupted, brushing off her jacket.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that school isn’t for everyone. I mean, Sweetie Belle’s going to uni and me, I’m in the Training Cadets.” Scootaloo dropped, making Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom turn their attention towards her.

“What? You’re not going to Canter-College either?” Apple Bloom asked, not believing her ears.

“I’m following in the steps of Rainbow Dash! I’m gonna be an Officer in the Air Force! They have these college programs to get you into training, with less of that dusty book stuff.”

“You do realize there’s a lot of math that goes into flying don’t you, Scoots?” Sweetie Belle added, giving Scootaloo a cautious look.

“Not as much as your fancy high-level courses are gonna have, Sweetie,” Scootaloo smirked before Apple Bloom sunk to the floor in front of the couch. Sweetie Belle squeaked as she hid behind her acceptance letter.

“Wait, you really think it’s gonna be hard?” she asked nervously.

“University is so much harder than just a normal college! You’re gonna be up to your ears in homework and assignments, and pop quizzes!” Scootaloo replied, smiling at the terror in her eyes.

“But the Cadets aren’t anything to laugh at either, Scoots,” Apple Bloom interjected, “Applejack told me how much work Rainbow Dash had to do to make it in there. You have to work as a team!”

“I’m a team player. You can’t spell team without awesome! Awesome being me, of course.” Scootaloo jabbed at her chest proudly as Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom raised an eyebrow at her comment.

“But you’re not exactly the most disciplined when it comes to routines and deadlines and even bedtimes!” Sweetie Belle brought up, making Scootaloo’s face turn red.

“What I do at night is no one’s business but my own, Sweetie,” Scootaloo coughed, “Besides, it’s not like I’m going to another year of CHS.”

“Excuse me?” Apple Bloom asked, hearing the insult.

“Canter-College is just where all the CHS grads go when they aren’t ready for more. It’s just more of the same. Easy street.” Scootaloo explained, hearing Sweetie Belle gasp beside her.

“We made a plan to stick together! What does it matter if I take a few easy classes?” Apple Bloom fired back, looking at her friends standing defensively.

“You’re a lazy student who can’t handle real challenges!” Scootaloo pointed at Apple Bloom.

“Well, you’re a reckless player who will be begging to come home after being forced into a tight schedule!” Apple Bloom pointed at Scootaloo before pointing at Sweetie Belle. “And you’re gonna crack at the first time you fail a quiz because you were too busy studying!”

Sweetie Belle gulped at the idea, not wanting to know what would happen to her if Rarity found out she failed a quiz. Apple Bloom breathed heavily, glaring at her friends before realizing what she had just said. Crumbling down on to the floor, she sniffed and held her head in her hands.

“So that’s it, all my friends are leaving,” Apple Bloom said with a heavy sigh. Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo sat down next to her, resting their hands on her shoulders.

“Hey, it’s not all that bad. I mean, we can still keep in touch on MyStable.” Scootaloo suggested with Sweetie nodding.

“Oh yeah, that’s just what I wanted. To have my friends send me a cow on a virtual farm and never talk to me again,” Apple Bloom sighed, burying her face in her knees.

“What do you mean it’s not looking good for the harvest season, Granny?” Applejack asked on the phone in the kitchen, away from where her sister could hear. Twirling her finger around the cord to the phone, she sighed as she paced around the kitchen.

“I know the co-op has been slow, but it’s hard to compete with that superstore made by Mr. Rich! They even boast organic foods at affordable prices!” Applejack looked over at the table where a flyer for “Filthy Rich’s Super Emporium” was in clear view. Tons of items were listed in the advertisement for low prices. Turning it over, the latest grocery deals were also listed along with the words “fresh” and “organic.”

“No, I will not have the farm turn into a wellness center. We can’t afford to live off of nothing, Granny. We need something to bring in the business!” Applejack sighed, looking at the cracked open door from the kitchen to the next room. “I’ll call you back when I got a plan. Don’t sign nothing!”

Applejack hung up the phone as she heard her sister and her friends start to yell at each other. She couldn’t quite make out what the argument was as she looked out the window. The fields of the co-op seemed barren with only a handful of farm animals grazing about. Old Betsy, the cow, chewing away at the grass. A couple of hens clucking and strutting around the henhouse, with a charming rooster looking over them. Of course, the messy dirty pig splashed in the perpetual mud puddle, wallowing in his own filth.

“I don’t know what I should do with all of ya,” Applejack said aloud, watching the animals as she stared deep in thought. The obvious solution would have been to get more livestock, but that would cost more than what they would sell in six month’s time. Meanwhile, Mr. Rich’s store keeps taking what they can of their business, which puts them further into the hole. The sad faces of the animals looked back at the farm girl as they laid down in the fields under the scorching sun.

Applejack’s eyes trailed over to the barn, which had also seen better days with the peeling paint and rusted door hinges. It looked like it was one strong breeze from collapsing down on itself, matching the rest of the run-down farm. She turned away from the window and sat down at the table, tossing the flyer into the garbage.

“If only there was a way to get more animals… but for free.” Applejack asked aloud, looking up at the calendar on the wall. Bills were fast approaching their due dates and it was up to her and Granny Smith to keep this farm afloat for their family’s sake.

As the city slept, a wisp of magic flew through the night sky. Originating from the Canterlot High School statue, the source of Equestrian magic had affected everything from a handheld mirror to a watering can. Reaching as far from the school grounds to the nearby surrounding island, this burst of Equestrian energy continued to bring the magic from another dimension into the hands of those where it did not belong.

The bolt of magic whizzed over the Apple Family co-op farm before splitting into four. As Applejack and Apple Bloom lay sleeping in their beds, the magic swooped down and washed over them, not having any signs of effect on them initially. Applejack turned in her bed while Apple Bloom curled up under the covers, snoring lightly into her undisturbed sleep.

The other two paths of magic found their way to Apple Bloom’s friends, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle. In a similar manner, the magic seeped into their minds and bodies, only for a second as they were soon brought back to the deep sleep that they desired.

Equestrian magic is known to affect people in strange ways, bringing out their most monstrous or predatory forms. With this night, who’s to say what is going through the minds of these newly admitted college freshmen, not to mention how it will affect Applejack as she worries about losing the farm for good.

Apple Bloom begins to stir in her sleep as the images of her dreams began to play. She felt herself in the middle of a field with a warm summer breeze. Looking out at the field, she started to walk forward, feeling the grass under her hooves. She looked down at them, seeing the white and black legs attached to her heavy body. Her mouth chewed instinctively as she became more aware of the bovine form, flicking her tail behind her.

Shaking her head back and forth caused the bell around her neck to ring, giving a most pleasant sound. Apple Bloom let out a moo as she leaned down, chewing on the grass underneath her. The taste filled her mouth as she chewed softly, looking around at the empty field. Grazing about, she could feel her milk-filled udders sway underneath her as she walked. She sighed contently as the breeze ran through her once again.

Suddenly, she turned her head to hear a deep moo from behind her. A brown, muscular bull stood, planting his hooves in the dirt. Apple Bloom chewed the grass in her mouth and swallowed, captivated by the bull’s presence. She hadn’t seen him before, but now she couldn’t seem to take her eyes off of him. Everything about him seemed to drive her wild, especially the peek at his long, thick bovine shaft between his legs.

Apple Bloom walked over, snorting as she felt her nether regions starting to warm up. Flicking her tail in excitement, she gave him a seductive moo as she strolled over to his dirt patch. She could feel her arousal growing by the second at the sight of the bull. He nodded at Apple Bloom’s presence, feeling a similar sense of affection for the dairy cow standing in front of him.

Outside of the dream, Apple Bloom tossed in bed as she felt her body warm up, getting excited in the same manner as her bovine self. Her face flushed as the dream continued, staying deep under the spell of the Equestrian magic.

Scootaloo snored loudly as she fell into her dream, finding herself covered in thick and dirty mud. Noticing the dirt and mud covering herself, she cried out to only hear a loud squeal of surprise. Her eyes widened as she rolled over, standing up on her stubby legs. Wobbling out of the mud, she snorted and went over to the trough filled with clear water. She observed her reflection of a pink pig staring back at her, making her squeal again.

She backed up and fell over on her back, squealing and wriggling around with her plump body. Her snout snorted as she got back on her feet, breathing heavily from her open mouth. Using her forelegs, she leaned down on the ground and closed her eyes, rubbing her feet on her muzzle. Despite the new porcine form, she felt confused and afraid at the sensations around her.

Looking around desperately, a large, black pig came from the mud pile and made his way over to Scootaloo. She stood back up and blinked as the black pig squealed right in her face. Scootaloo somehow managed a moan, feeling a sense of attraction to the male pig that had appeared, much to her surprise.

While she was trying to collect her thoughts, the black pig went behind her and started sniffing her twisty tail. Scootaloo tried to turn around and see what he was doing before he had somehow managed to mount her. Squealing in delight, she felt his hot pork pushing into her as her slick slit accepted the male’s shaft.

Back in bed, Scootaloo had pulled up her pajama shirt, rubbing gently at her bare, flat chest. Feeling the heat of the porcine mating, her panties grew soaked with her arousal as she stayed within the pleasure of the dream. She bit down on her pillow as she imagined the black pig’s shaft pumping in and out of her.

Sweetie Belle slept soundly in her bed as she found herself in a square of fences closed off in front of a bright red barn. She meant to cry out as a loud bawk came from her beak, making her eyes grow wise. Turning her head around to look for the exit, she strutted on her small, yellow feet and rustling her feathers. Her tail flicked as she looked around the enclosed space, noticing some chicken feed on the ground.

She pecked at the pieces she could, letting out a bawk every now and then as she ate. Chewing and swallowing the food, she seemed happy with the new poultry form. And as Apple Bloom always said, happy chickens make great eggs. She flapped her wings as she strutted around, feeling deep inside that she would make a great chicken.

From the side of the enclosure, Sweetie Belle heard a loud call of a rooster, standing on the fence. His bright colors and toned chest drove her wild as her hen instincts took over. The roost floated down as he walked over to her, strutting like the cock of the walk that he was on the farm. Sweetie Belle could feel the warm eggs building in her already as she watched the rooster, flapping her wings to illustrate her arousal.

In her room, Sweetie Belle’s hand slid inside of her pajama bottoms, rubbing gently at her panties in the night. Tussling with her covers, Sweetie Belle moaned softly into her pillow as she soaked her panties with her warm, sticky juices. The thought of being a kept hen for a handsome rooster made her feelings go wild as she pushed deeper and deeper into the dream.