Integrating Apple Bloom

Chapters

A Push in the Right Direction
A Hard Sell
A Plan, a Secret, and a Barn

A Push in the Right Direction

The soft crunching and crinkling of leaves underhoof reverberated through the otherwise eerily-quiet Everfree forest with each of Apple Bloom’s steps. She’d walked the familiar path home from Zecora’s hut countless times with her sister, but it felt different to do it alone.

It had taken more than six months of weekly treks into the forest, but she finally convinced her sister that she was capable of handling herself, though it was more like begging than convincing.

Now she got to relish the feeling of the soft dirt under her little hooves, the gentle, peaceful sounds of leaves rustling high above where the wind and shuffles in the trees around her where birds hopped from branch to branch.

The clinks and clatters of glass bottles reminded her of the weight in her saddlebags, full to the brim with various potions and multi-purpose salves. Some were more successful than others, with her zebra mentor sending home a few of her duds for her to learn what not to do when crafting her own potions.

She broke into a soft hum as she walked, keeping an ear out for any sign of trouble and a watchful eye on the path in front of her. The young filly would never have admitted it to herself out loud, but she was more than a little afraid of the walk and the lack of her sister’s presence by her side.

Applejack drilled a host of rules into Apple Bloom’s head for what felt like hours while they walked to Zecora’s.

“No matter what happens, never, ever leave this pathway, ya hear?” Applejack’s voice echoed in the filly’s mind as she trotted along.

She breathed a deep breath of the thick white fog around her, smelling the mustiness of the forest. The scent of freedom. Nothing was going to get in her way, not even the vines that grasped at the edges of her vision, snaring at her hooves as if beckoning her to stay and join the beasts that roamed the trees.

The green-brown walls of foliage somehow grew more chaotic. Branches spread like lightning against a dark sky, their leaves beginning to blot out the brightness of Celestia’s golden sun above her. A chill ran up Apple Bloom’s spine whenever she reached this section of the forest even when her sister stood beside her. She took a deep gulp and pushed through her fear, confidently stepping over the brambles that snaked across the barely-trodden path. Th-This isn’t so--

Snap.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of something cracking behind her. Without thinking, her hooves began to move, cantering down the path controlled by pure instinct. Her saddlebags rustled and clattered at her sides scaring hosts of birds from their perches overlooking the forest and further covering her vision in darkness.

Finally, she broke free of the gripping shadow and stepped back into the warm sunlight. A weight lifted off her shoulders as she mustered the courage to look over her shoulder to see not a manticore or hydra standing behind her, but a trail of snapped branches and smashed leaves. A wave of relief and embarrassment washed over her as she realized that she’d just been scaring herself the whole time!

She took a moment to calm herself down, steeling herself by staring down the rest of the road. She was on the home stretch.

Feeling the butterflies in her stomach settle, she returned her attention to the path. She glanced over her shoulder one more time at the shadowy towering trees that she left behind, for some reason she just couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched...

“Apple Bloom…” a whisper rung through the air, striking fear into her young heart as she felt her body seize up with fear.

She willed herself to move, to take off and leave the forest behind, but for some reason her hooves just wouldn’t let her.

Panic rose in her chest, as she looked back into the darkness behind her and saw two glowing green points of light staring back at her.

“H-Hello?” she asked the darkness, swallowing her fear.

“Come closer…” the voice returned, making her shudder

Despite her fear, however, something else seemed to grow inside her. A curiosity. What could the voice possibly want? It wouldn’t be hard to find out, all she’d have to do was take a few steps closer and—

Suddenly, Apple Bloom’s body was consumed by a tall, shifting, vaguely pony-shaped shadow. The pricks of light disappeared and she felt a hard, hoof-like sensation on her rear. She didn’t have long to think about how to react, her frozen body offering no resistance to the figure behind her, roughly shoving her forward towards the wall of creeping tentacle-like vines.

Time slowed down around the filly. She watched the foliage swallow her up and draw her deep into the waiting maw of the trees.

A scream ripped from her throat as she fell onto a steep slope of rocks and decaying plant life. She sputtered and coughed as hunks of dirt broke free of the floor and filled her mouth.

Twigs and thorns scratched her sides, tearing at her fur as she tumbled through a blur of brown and murky green. Her hooves flailed, searching desperately to find purchase to stop herself from falling further into the forest to no avail.

She felt her saddlebags tear from her body, spilling the glass bottles containing her potions onto the forest floor, leaving a trail of shattered glass behind her.

After a good minute of tumbling and rolling, the steep hill began to even out. Apple Bloom gripped the soft earth and skidded to a stop only a hoofstep away from a ledge that led deeper into the foreboding trees.

“Phew!” she sighed, panting for breath while she found her balance.

She stood up straight, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness for a moment.

The clinking and cracking of glass on rock reminded her of the river of glass that was soon to follow, and there was nothing to stop her precious concoctions from falling off the ledge and out of reach. She lept into action, grabbing one of her bags as they slid by her, and using a hind hoof to catch a few of the other still intact bottles that rolled past her.

She grunted as she kept up the delicate balancing act, slowly drawing her treasures close to her with all her free limbs.

But still the clinking didn’t stop as she focused on the hill before her, only to watch helplessly as the second saddlebag raced down after her, still latched and full of heavy glass.

The bag cracked against the dirt and stone of the forest floor, heading straight for an almost perfectly-placed particularly rock that formed a ramp that aimed straight at the filly’s head.

She gave up on her precious potions and started to move out of the way, but it was too late; the bag hit the ramp at full speed and flew into the air.

“Ah crud…” was the last thing she could utter before the bag sailed straight into her face.

A cackle of hysterical laughter followed her into unconsciousness as she fell backwards off the ledge, accompanied by the sight of two pinpricks of green light which lingered in her vision even as her eyes fluttered shut…

Apple Bloom’s vision was a blur.

She could just barely make out the shapes of the various trees and bushes that surrounded her. Her head pounded and her legs burned with the feeling of the various cuts and scrapes she’d received on her way down.

She stumbled to her hooves, rubbing her eyes to clear the shifting and warping shapes from her sight. Darkness rendered most of the world around her invisible, and the sounds of the fauna of the forest moving through the trees struck fear into her heart.

Gulping her fears down, a look of determination flashed across her face. She noticed that around her lay the remains of her potions. Most of them were broken, leaving puddles of colored liquid speckled with shattered glass on the brown dirt. Luckily, however, some vials made it down, padded by the saddlebag that knocked her over the ledge in the first place.

She stepped over the mess of glass and grabbed the bag in her mouth, sending another spear of pain through her head. Regardless, she managed to pull out a bottle full of a viscous dark green fluid: a handy healing salve. She uncorked the bottle and began to nurse into her wounds, causing her to wince in pain as the magic of the ointment worked on her body.

Okay, what’s next? She asked herself as she used her mouth to tie her remaining saddlebag back onto her, thinking back through what her older sister had taught her to do in the event of an emergency just like this one.

“If y’all’re ever in trouble, just find the brightest part of the forest and call for help, we’ll come runnin’!” her voice rung through her head.

She searched the darkness around her looking for anything as much as a pinprick of light to follow. Suddenly, she saw it, a slit of sunlight piercing through the foliage. She took a deep breath and stepped out, leaving the mess of glass behind and pushing into the unknown of the forest before her.

As soon as she broke through the barrier of trees, she saw her target: a clearing flooded with light far in the distance.

Her progress was slow, but steady. She gritted her teeth as she locked her eyes on the almost holy light that poured into the clearing before her. Branches dragged at her fur and mane, snagging on her bow as if the forest was trying to drag her deeper into its clutches and keep her there forever.

At last, she broke out into the open air. She took a deep breath and relished the scent of air not infected by musty, decayed plants. Finally, she could call for help and get out, she was sure that Applejack was already frantically searching for her.

Just as she was about to call out, she heard a new sound, different from the cawing of crows and buzzing of strange insects. This sound was more like a voice, that of another pony, though she couldn’t make out what it was saying. She paused, listening out to see if she could hear it again.

“H-Help me!” the voice came again. Her chest pounded, there was somepony else out there with her, somepony she could help!

She glanced at the direction of the voice, it sounded like it was coming from back in the deepest, darkest portion of the forest. She almost considered ignoring the voice and calling for help herself, but Apples never, ever gave up on a pony in need.

Spinning on her hooves, the filly quickly began to make her way towards the sound, pushing through the brambles and snagging plants once again. The voice kept calling, seemingly getting more and more desperate as the minutes passed by.

After a solid half hour of backtracking and searching, a flash blue in the murky green showed her what she was looking for. She rounded the corner of one of the many wide tree trunks blocking her way to see a sky blue pegasus colt about her age trapped in a web of twisting vines given life by the dark magic of the Everfree. The sentient plant tugged at his ashy mane and tail, trying to pull him deeper into its ‘mouth’ and use him as living fertilizer.

His eyes lit up as he saw Apple Bloom.

“H-Hey! You there! Lend a hoof?” he called.

“Amma comin!” Apple Bloom called back, shrugging off her saddlebag somewhere safe.

She rushed towards the colt, reaching out with a hoof. He reached back, both of them stretching for each other. Just as she felt him graze against her, one of the enchanted tentacles reached up and slammed into her chest, sending her flying backwards until she met the ground.

“Oof!” She cried out as she rolled along the forest floor and came to a sudden stop against the tree she’d just passed to get close to the colt.

Her head spun once again. I’m really getting sick of this darned forest! She thought. She looked up to the sky from her position on her back, catching sight of a host of long green strands leaking from the branches of the sprawling tree she was up against: more blasted vines, these ones unaffected by the chaotic magic of the forest. A light bulb lit in her head.

She took a moment to let her vision return to normal before clambering to her hooves. Her legs buckled as she crouched, wiggling her hindquarters a little before launching herself up into the air and locking onto one of the vines with her teeth. She swung for a few moments, suspended in the air by the sheer strength of the fibrous ropes. With a few firm bounces, the tree finally gave up, letting her fall back to the ground with the vine safely in her grasp.

Not wanting to waste any time, she immediately set to work, using her mouth to tie the ‘rope’ into a firm knot.

“Wh-What in celestia’s name are you doing?” the colt asked as his captor pulled him deeper towards the abyss.

“Hold… On…” she growled, pulling and twisting the unwieldy strand to get it to make what she needed.

With a last tug, the knot settled into a tight lock and her lasso was complete. She lifted her creation over her head, channeling all her farmhand training into spinning it until it had the most momentum she could get out of it.

She let out a loud grunt of effort as she sent the lasso flying towards the colt. She held her breath as she watched it sail, hoping it would hit her target.

A wave of relief washed over her as the loop fell over his body.

“Yes!” she cried through the vine that was still between her teeth, anchoring the lasso.

“Great! Now can you pull me out, please?” He begged as he squirmed into the hoop.

Apple Bloom blushed a little, “O-Oh, yeah,” she stammered, having forgot the serious situation at hoof.

She reeled back, tugging and pulling at the vine. The monster grasped at the colt, fighting back against her, but fighting to get him to stay in its clutches seemed to have tired it out, rendering it weak to their combined efforts to get him free.

With a last pull using all her strength, the colt finally broke out of his organic prison, clambering to place his hooves on solid ground as he shook the last vine still wrapped around his hind hoof free and let it slither back into the writhing mass behind him.

The pair flopped into a heap on the soft leafy floor, laying next to each other as they both panted for breath.

“Th-Thanks, I dunno what I would’ve done if you hadn’t come along… I was stuck there for hours, I guess that’s what I get for trusting my dumbass brother, huh?” the colt said between breaths.

“Always help a pony in need, that’s the Apple family way!” Apple Bloom stated proudly.

“Wait, no way. You’re Apple Bloom, from the Apple Family farm in Ponyville, right?” he asked.

Apple Bloom’s chest swelled, was her family really that well known? She stumbled up again, finally getting a proper look at the colt she’d just saved.

“Yep, that’s me!” she said, her red tail flicking happily behind her. “What’s your name?” she asked, looking him over. She noticed a few silver streaks in his hair, streaks she’d missed when she first caught sight of him.

His bright blue eyes seemed to light up at her words. “I’m Blueberry Jam, I work on a farm too, ours grows berries!”

“Ah’ve never heard of a farm like that around these parts!”

“Well, we’re just getting set up, we haven’t actually, ya know, sold any berries yet…” he said sheepishly as a slight blush colored his face. If Apple Bloom didn’t know any better, she might have said that he was… Cute?

“Ugh, no!” she said out loud, causing her to join Blueberry in blushing.

“Everything alright, Miss Bloom?” he asked with the slightest tinge of disappointment in his voice.

“Wh-What? Oh ah’m sorry, ah swear ah wann’t talkin’ to you, my mind likes to go wanderin’ sometimes…” she said, her blush thickening.

The pair fell quiet for a moment, Apple Bloom continuing to stare down at him lying prone on the ground. The silence was only broken by the sound of a distant bugbear roaring to establish its dominance.

“It’s getting kinda dark, maybe we should start trying to find a way out or something, we’ll probably have a better chance of getting out if we stick together!” Blueberry said.

Apple Bloom nodded, offering him a hoof to help him get up. He took it, only to wince in pain and collapse back down.

“Argh!” he cried out, his forehooves shooting to his hind leg and nursing it gently.

“Oh gosh, are y’all okay?” Apple Bloom asked, inspecting his leg.

“I-I think I sprained my leg when I fell…”

“Can ya fly?” she asked.

“Ouch…” he said as he tried to stretch his wing out, only to stop as a wince of pain crossed his face. “I don’t think so…”

“Ah’ve got just the thing!” she exclaimed, rushing over to where she dumped her saddlebags and dragging them back to the colt’s side.

The glass clinked as the bottles shifted while she dug through the bag. The dim light of the forest made it hard to see the colors of the fluids, so she resorted to sniffing the corks until she found the concoction she was looking for. She pulled the vial out, holding it up to what little light there was to make sure it was what she was looking for. It was blue and slippery against the glass, bubbling slowly and creating a layer of foam atop the fluid.

She nodded and turned to Blueberry, who was still wincing and groaning in pain.

The cork came out with a wet pop that resonated into the surrounding darkness, accompanied by a sickly-sweet smell that poured off the top of the glass with a barely-visible vapor.

She offered the colt the bottle, “Ah made it today! It’ll fix ya up right quick!” she said, trying to hide the excitement in her voice at finally getting to see her potions in action.

He looked at it skeptically for a moment, then up at her grinning face. With a resigned shrug, he brought the vial to his lips and drained the fluid into his muzzle. He held it in his mouth for a moment to adjust to the taste before letting it flow down his throat with an audible gulp.

“Now what?” he asked, looking at his wing to see if the potion was working.

“Now we just gotta wait,” Apple Bloom replied.

And wait they did.

Apple Bloom took the time to help heal his less serious wounds with the last of the poultice she hadn’t used on herself. His body was cut and grazed all over, indicating that he had struggled against the vine monster for a while.

“So uh…” the filly began, not wanting to sit in silence for the whole duration of the healing process, “What’s it like farmin’ blueberries?” she questioned.

“It’s lots of work, but it’s fun! We don’t just grow blueberries, even if my name might make you think that. It’s a cloud farm, we go where the wind wants us to go, and we farm what the wind wants us to farm. At the moment, it’s raspberries!” he gushed, he clearly loved his berry farm as much as she loved her apple farm. It did sound nice to be able to just pack up and move your farm wherever, Ponyville was nice, but it could get a little boring to look over the same old landscape day in and day out.

The pair talked about various topics, farm-related or otherwise, for the next hour. It was oddly intimate to nurse somepony else’s wounds, getting to touch them in places friends don’t usually touch, especially under the belly. It seemed he’d all but belly flopped into the vine trap, leading to a host of scratches on his undercarriage.

Luckily, most of his cuts were on his upper belly, meaning she could stay away from his more… Private areas.

Just as she finished putting the salve on the the last of his cuts, a loud pop from Blueberry’s hind leg signaled the end of the healing process. Apple Bloom stood and once again offered him a hoof.

She pulled him up, letting him find his balance and peering at him curiously. “Well, how’s it feel?” she asked.

“Like new! You’re really good at this stuff, Apple Bloom!” he praised, causing her face to flush slightly.

“It’s nothin’! Now, I say we stop layin’ about and get to finding a way outta here, I know just the place to go so we can call for help!” she said, heading back towards the path she’d made through the brambles on her way to find Blueberry.

“W-Wait, don’t you think it’s getting a little late?” he asked as he dashed up to her side and placed a hoof on her shoulder to stop her. He pointed to the small patches of sky which shone through the foliage above, revealing the deep blue of a twilight sky.

“Well, do y’all have a better idea?”

“I saw a cave earlier while I was searching for a way outta here. I was heading towards it when I ran into that… Thing,” he explained. “We could sleep there overnight and in the morning we can find somewhere clear enough for me to fly up and find us a way out?” he said, flaring his wings a little.

“Ah guess I am gettin’ a lil’ tired…” Apple Bloom muttered. “Okay then, lead the way!” she said.

The pair set off in the opposite direction, leaving behind the path she’d made. Blueberry flew just above the ground, gliding almost effortlessly beside Apple Bloom as he led the way to his cave.

“So how come y’all’re even in the Everfree? Didn’t your mom and pop ever tell ya to never ever go into the forest?” she asked.

“Well, yeah. But my brother dared me to go in and find this thing called a ‘dropper bear’; he’s older than me and he’s always treated me like a little foal, so I thought I could be brave and show them all just how grown up I am, but…” he trailed off.

Apple Bloom felt a resounding pang of sympathy, she was no stranger to being reminded how much younger she was than her own siblings. They locked eyes for a moment, Apple Bloom studying his deep blue eyes intently. They broke eye contact and looked away suddenly when they realized they were staring at each other. Blueberry flapped his wings a couple times to lift himself higher above her

“Y-Yeah, I know how you feel…” she muttered.

The pair made their way towards the cave in an awkward silence for a time, before Apple Bloom started to notice something… Different. Her vision started to become slightly foggier and the trees around her took on a pink tinge. She breathed in the fog, feeling a strange new sensation rushing through her body, from her muzzle right down to her dock, where it left a lasting tingle for a few seconds.

“Hey, do you notice something kinda weird?” she asked, looking around the area for the source of the fog.

“Whaddya mean?” Blueberry asked, looking down at her from above the low-lying fog.

Apple Bloom took another lungful of the air around her, sending another wave of feeling through her body. This time the tingles were followed by a dull heat, like being wrapped in a warm quilt. She instinctively opened her mouth and yawned, feeling her eyelid starting to droop and her steps starting to wobble.

“Are you okay?” Blueberry asked, looking down at her with concern.

“Y-Yeah, ah’m fine” she stammered, mentally slapping herself awake.

“I see it, over there!” Blueberry called, pointing past yet another layer of shrubbery what Apple Bloom could barely make out as a cave through the thickening pinkness in her eyes.

Her hooves started to feel as if they were made of lead, making them harder and harder to lift. She stumbled on the uneven floor as she dragged her hooves; but she was determined to make it to safety, and summoned the last of her strength to march to the mouth of the cave and collapse.

Blueberry raced to her side, “Are you okay?” he asked, looking down at her with a concerned look.

“A-Ah’m fine…” she muttered, the pink fog seeped into the mouth of the cave, tiring her out even further. She looked around the cave in the dull twilight, seeing the fog starting to seep into the mouth around the pair. “Y-Y’all probably shouldn’t breath in that smoke, though…” she slurred, struggling to stay awake.

“There’s no smoke, Apple Bloom,” Blueberry said, looking around the room confusedly. ”Maybe you just need to rest,” he said, picking her up in his hooves with what looked like very little effort and laying her against one of the walls of the cave.

“N-No, I’m fine, ah swear…” she groaned. Her eyelids felt heavy, like they were being closed by some invisible force. The pink fog completely obscured her vision, turning everything pink. It didn’t take long for the pretty color to fade to pitch black as the draw of sleep became too much and her eyes fluttered shut.

Her sleep was almost dreamless, she watched herself float in pitch darkness for what felt like eternity. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a flash of blue, somehow, she knew it was Blueberry. She followed the figure through the void, which twisted and wound like corridors in Princess Celestia’s castle.

Finally, she rounded a corner to come face to face with the colt.

The pair stared into each others eyes for a few moments, His scent filled her lungs, rife with testosterone and sweat. Suddenly, Blueberry placed a hoof under her chin and pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue wormed its way into her mouth, exploring her, she could feel the texture of it against the inside of her cheeks, it felt real, too real.

Apple Bloom gasped as she awoke, her eyes shooting open as the feeling of Blueberry’s muzzle against hers. She could see his closed eyes illuminated by a fire that glowed in the middle of the cave; and felt his firm hoof against her chest holding her in place. She tried to sit up, but he simply grunted lightly and pushed her back down against the rough rock.

She panicked, flailing her fog-weakened hooves about in a desperate attempt to push him off her. “S-Stahp!” she managed to squeak out past his maw.

He pulled away from the kiss, shifting his hooves to hold her forelegs down as he looked down at her. “Why, my sweet filly, I know how you feel about me; I can smell it all over you” he cooed.

His scent was even stronger now she was awake. Each strained breath she took made her whole body hotter and her thoughts more and more cloudy, like the pink fog which still hung in the air around her had seeped into her mind.

“I-It aint r-right…” she stammered weakly.

He tutted, sliding down towards her nether regions and sniffing at her exposed cunny. She tried to summon the strength to move, to get away from him and his tantalizing musk, but the magic mist left her with no strength to move her forelegs more than a few inches. The scents hanging in the air left her helpless to the feeling of dampness that was making its way across her crotch, leaving her with a need which intensified more and more by the second.

“Are you sure? It smells right to me!~” he chimed before running a tongue up her slick vigin folds. “Mmm, it tastes right too~” he moaned.

The feeling of his tongue against her cunny sent a spear of pleasure through her body, making her back arch slightly and a moan escape her lips. “N-No…” she groaned, it felt so wrong, so dirty to have her innocence soiled by some colt she’d only just met. What would her sister have thought if she knew? Tears started to well up in her eyes as he dragged his tongue up her belly and forced his lips to hers once more.

Something fleshy and hard flopped against her lower belly, causing her to squirm and blush as she realized what it was. She’d seen her brother’s plenty of times on the farm, but she never imagined it would feel so… right.

No! D-Don’t give up! She scolded herself. Apples never give up!

“St-Stop i—” she almost managed to get out before he pulled away and slammed his hoof into her open mouth.

“Ugh, I just can’t take it anymore. Shut up! I’ve been waiting far, far too long for this to hear you whine like a petulant newborn!” he growled, making her ears fold back in fear as she started to choke on his hoof. “Now, I don’t want to hear a single word out of your disgusting mouth, do you understand?”

She simply nodded, her fear-stricken eyes looking into his. There was something different about them now, but she couldn’t quite put her hoof on it through the rush of fear racing through her mind.

He tore his hoof from her muzzle, letting her gasp for breath for a few moments before using his unnatural strength to lift her up, sit on his haunches and force her back to the ground on her belly right in front of his twitching member.

As she gazed up at him in complete terror, it finally dawned on her what was so different: his eyes were green and pulsating with light in a way only one kind of pony’s eyes do.

He didn’t give her much of a chance to finish her thought, roughly grabbing her by the bow and shoving her muzzle against his length. His musk flooded her system, eroding away her willpower like waves crashing against stone.

“Open your mouth!” he demanded, grabbing either side of her head and lifting it so that her muzzle rested. Apple Bloom barely even let out so much as a whimper as she succumbed to his demands, shakily opening her maw and breathing in even more of his intoxicating aura.

He unceremoniously jerked his hips forward while he pushed her head down. His colthood filled her little mouth almost immediately, the flared head scraping along her cheeks and drawing a satisfied sigh from the sadistic ‘colt’ above her.,

“See, isn’t it so much easier when you don’t speak?” he asked, humping at her maw as she sobbed around his shaft.

Tears rolled down her face, she felt her control of her own body quickly start to slip away with each lungful of his natural pheromones and the taste of his salty precum dribbling onto her tongue despite her every attempt to avoid it.

Her lung burned as he ground his hips forward, cutting off her air as his cock pressed against her windpipe. Her thoughts began to become hazier and hazier as the barrage of sensation set her most primal side into overdrive. A craving began to grow between her legs, her natural lubricant starting to drip and pool beneath her.

M-Must… Resist… She thought, screwing her eyes shut and trying to ignore the base craving for a stallion to breed and use her that only grew stronger with each stroke of his hips.

“Damn it, do I have to do everything around here? Get to work!” he ordered, shoving her head down firmly to make her gag and sputter around his shaft.

It was all too much for the filly to bear.

Like a hoofball hitting a pane of glass, her willpower shattered into a million pieces, leaving behind only her basest of instincts to please and be bred by stallions. Once full of life, her eyes took on a cloudy, unfocused gaze.

Her conscious mind took a back seat, unable to do any more than watch as she instinctively began to bob her head up and down the shaft. She knew what to do as if she’d done it all her life, running her tongue up his member to flick at the tip and draw a grunt of lust from her stallion.

Where she once felt disgusted by her actions, a deep satisfaction welled up inside her with each throb and twitch of him in her little maw.

“That’s it. Good, little slut,” he teased, guiding her up and down him with her mane. “No matter how much you think otherwise, all you fillies are the same, you just want to be showed your place, serving colt cock like the little cumdumps you are~”

Blueberry’s degradation served only to impassion her further, pushing her to bob deeper and deeper down on his cock. She gagged as his thick member forced its way into her throat, but held back the urge to vomit as her nose met his crotch. Nothing was going to get in the way of her serving her purpose.

Suddenly, he grabbed her mane firmly and wretched her from his shaft, leaving a strand of spit and precum which dribbled from her chin. She had no urge to clean it off, simply licking her lips to savour his taste.

“Bend over,” he growled.

Apple Bloom didn’t hesitate. She scrambled to her hooves, leaving a small puddle of her fluids as she spun around in front of him, pushing her front down and her flank high. She felt beads of sweat and her natural fluids roll down her hind legs, causing even more electrifying tingles to roll through her body. Her primal mind knew exactly what he wanted, making her flick her tail up over her flank to expose her dripping slit and winking clit to him.

She looked back over her shoulder at him, watching him take his time to stand up.

“Look at you, presenting yourself to me like the desperate whorse you are,” he cooed, trotting up to her rear.

With a soft grunt, Blueberry reared up on his hind legs and braced his front on her back. His hot breath brushed against her neck, as he shuffled to adjust himself on her. With a quick buck of his hips, his tip began to press firmly against her virgin slit, parting it slightly.

“Ready?” he asked, pushing the head against her tight fillyhood

The shock of a real cock against her cunt made her tense as a bolt of lightning flowed through her, jolting her mind so she could just take control of her body for a moment.

“W-Wait d—”

“Shut up!”

The words were ripped from her mouth by the feeling of the colt above her reeling back and slamming his member as deep as possible into her virgin snatch. Pain seared through her body accompanied by an intense lust that emanated from between her legs, sending her straight back into the pool of arousal that was her primal subconscious mind.

Blueberry’s cock tore through her delicate cherry with no effort whatsoever, his thick rod stretching her tight insides to accommodate with no regard for the spears of ache that shot through her. He let out a satisfied sigh as he bottomed out inside her, his balls pressed against her taint as he humped at the entrance to her womb.

Blood joined the rivers of liquids that cascaded down her hind legs, leaking out around his cock as he started to draw it out of her. He left just the flared tip inside her for a moment before jerking his hips and sending even more pleasure through her body as he let out a dominant grunt.

The pain began to fade as she adjusted to his shaft, leaving only the immense pleasure and the feeling of being filled up by her new stallion’s colthood, which throbbed and twitched inside her to further increase her ecstasy as he humped and thrusted at her honeypot.

“Grah! Slut!” he screamed as his thrusts became more and more irregular and forceful. His hot breath grazing her neck with each pound at her rear, the tensing of his member growing more and more frequent.

Suddenly, he drew himself almost all the way out and growled an erotic, pleasured groan of pure domination as he reamed himself into her with all the force he could manage causing her to lurch in place as he began to pump ropes of sticky fluid into her. The head of his shaft penetrated her cervix, causing the gift of his cum to fill her up completely.

That was it, what she’d been missing all this time, she’d never felt more whole than in that moment, being totally used as Blueberry’s cumdumpster.

“D-Don’t. You. Dare. Cum!” he ordered. Apple Bloom obeyed, desperately holding back the tide of pleasure that was building up between her legs, threatening to explode at a moment’s notice.

Blueberry humped at her to ride out his orgasm, his cock seemed to pump something new into her womb, a series of round spheres which latched onto her insides the moment they breached her fertile foal-oven.

The colt collapsed, his cock falling limply from Apple Bloom’s snatch and letting a torrent of sticky fluid to join the pool beneath her. She stayed as motionless as possible, not willing to move lest he not be finished with her.

“Now to feed them…” he muttered, eyeing up the filly who stared at him over her shoulder with an intense desperation for release. Her clit winked at him, giving him the opportunity to lift a hoof and lightly flick it.

Apple Bloom immediately collapsed onto her side, writhing in a mess of orgasmic bliss as a girlish scream tore from her throat. Her fluids squirted from her cunny as her love button winked wildly, she gasped for air as her climax tore the wind from her lungs, making her body twitch as spasm pathetically while Blueberry watched on.

After what felt like an age, the waves of pleasure washing over Apple Bloom slowly died down, leaving her with barely the energy to fight the mist which still surrounded her and filled her lungs.

Blueberry trotted to her side and wiped his limp cock on her cheek, leaving a trail of fluid across it. Apple Bloom didn’t protest.

“Great, time for phase two!” Blueberry cooed stepping back from Apple Bloom.

The last thing she could make out before falling into the embrace of orgasm and drug-induced unconsciousness was a blurry column of bright green flame that consumed Blueberry followed by the black, vaguely-like shape that stepped forth from within it.

Author's Note

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A Hard Sell

Apple Bloom’s eyes fluttered awake to the sight of a blurry sea of green. Her sleep had been dreamless and peaceful, almost allowing her to forget what she’d done just hours earlier.

Almost.

The stench of sex and dampness that permeated through the cave finally registered to the filly as she willed herself awake. She wrinkled her muzzle at the smell until she adjusted to it. A sharp pain ricocheted through her brain and her parched throat screamed for water. Her vision was still blurry, but she could make out crystalline shapes jutting from the walls, emanating the green light that flooded the room.

She groaned as she tried to sit up only to find her hooves locked in place by more of the crystals that grew from the walls. Panic rose in her chest as she started to struggle against the rock shackles. She could see almost completely clearly now and noticed that she was laying on an altar of sorts, spread wide and facing the roof of the cavern.

“H-Help!” she rasped, her throat burning as air passed through it. The sound bounced off the walls and echoed through the room, but no response came.

She tried to bring herself to shout more, but her migraine got worse and worse with each passing moment, sapping her strength. Suddenly, the sound of hoofsteps behind her renewed her desperation, maybe whoever was there would help her!

“H-Hey! I’m in here!” she called, craning her neck to try desperately to see the source of the sound.

“Yes, yes, we know,” came a bored voice, it wasn’t long before its owner came into her vision.

Queen Chrysalis looked down at the filly with a disgusted look written onto her face. “Yes, yes, it was me, I tricked you, all that,” she sighed exasperatedly, “You didn’t really think pony colts wanted your pudgy little pony body for anything other than being a workhorse, did you?” she asked. Apple Bloom gritted her teeth, pulling once again at the shackles.

“Just you wait! Mah sister’ll notice me gone in a jiffy! I’m sure she’s on her way here right now to kick your flank from here to Apploosa!”

“Ohoho, pony optimism is so cute it disgusts me,” the queen stated. “We’re days from the Everfree forest now, and I’ll be done with you well before she gets here, if she even works out where in Equestria we are!” she cooed, causing the filly to tense with a mix of fear and anger.

Chrysalis’ horn glowed and she brought a clear jug full of water into view. Apple Bloom’s eyes tracked it, the sight of the fluid further reminding her of her throat’s dryness. The changeling queen shoved it against the filly’s mouth.

“Hurry up and drink, pony,” she spat with a mean scowl. “I need you healthy for my plan to work.”

Apple Bloom wasted no time sitting up as much as she could while tied to the bench and gulped down mouthful after mouthful of the cool liquid, instantly soothing her throat. The water splashed over her face, making her sputter as some of it managed to get up her nose.

Deciding that she’d had enough, Chrysalis pulled the jug away and set it down beside her.

“P-Plan? What are y’all planning, Chrysalis?” Apple Bloom demanded with a righteous importance to her voice.

“Come now, don’t you pony scum ever shut up?” Chrysalis asked. She paused for a moment to eye the filly up like a manticore playing with its prey moments before taking its life.

“I’m usually not one to give up the ghost so easily, but you’re so cute when you’re mad that I just can’t help it!” she teased, running a hoof under the filly’s chin. Apple Bloom tried to pull her head away to no avail, instead just glaring up at the Queen.

“You see,” she began. “We might have long lifespans, but us changelings are far from immortal. If I really want to make our hive the most glorious and dominant in the land, we’ll need more than just one queen to help supplement the ranks. But, a queen is only born once every 400 years or so, and I just can’t wait that long. That’s where you come in, you might be a disgusting pony whorse, but once we finish fixing that up, I’m sure your work ethic will make you a perfect little apprentice queen for the Ponyville hive-to-be!”

Rage seethed inside Apple Bloom, welling up in her chest and giving her a surge of new energy. “Y’all’ll never get away with this! Y’all’ve never dealt with a farm filly like me before, just wait til I break out of these here ‘cuffs!” she shouted.

Chrysalis simply grinned.

Suddenly, a spike of immense pain shot through her body from her crotch. She cried out and writhed in agony as something in her belly shifted and moved inside her, each motion sending another shockwave through her system. Tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks, making it harder to see the sadistic smile that stretched across Chrysalis’ face.

“Careful now, those eggs I put inside you turn your emotions into sensations as they feed on you! I’d try to avoid getting too angry if I were you, it’s not good for the foals,” Chrysalis teased.

The aching began to subside as the eggs drained her anger and her energy, leaving behind a dull pleasure in her nethers which served only to remind her of what ‘Blueberry’ had done to her. The memories came flooding back, the anger she felt, the pain of being violated by somepony she trusted, the raw fullness of having a cock buried in her throat and pussy.

N-No! That wasn’t you, you know that! It was all that Chrysalis’ doing, putting thoughts in your head! Her conscious mind told her, but she knew deep inside that it was as much her lust as the queen’s manipulation.

The memories came flooding back, causing the eggs to respond by amplifying the feeling of pleasure flowing through her body, almost instantly bringing her to the edge of climax, where she stewed. She struggled to break free yet again, this time in order to touch herself and achieve even a fraction of the release she craved.

Chrysalis smiled, tutting to herself as she stepped out of view and left the cavern, leaving Apple Bloom to stew in her eggs’ edging.

“P-Please… Somepony h-help me!” she cried out.

The eggs edged her for hours, pushing her closer and closer to orgasm only to pull back as she reached her peak. At some point, though she hated herself for it, Apple Bloom couldn’t help but start to love the pulses of pleasure that emanated from her womb.

By the third hour, she fell silent, her throat once again growing too dry to scream any more. By the fourth, she couldn’t help but moan and groan in raw desire. By the fifth, she wasn’t thinking about what she was doing anymore, lost to the glorious sensations between her hind legs.

“I have to say, I commend how long you managed to last, I knew I picked the right disgusting little rat to be my newest queen,” Chrysalis’ voice came as she re-entered the room. “Now, I’m sure you’re ready, but I’m nothing if not thorough. Do you like hosting my eggs?” she asked.

Apple Bloom nodded without hesitation, trying to form the word ‘yes’ but only being able to draw forth a slutty moan.

“Do you want to feel this way forever?”

“G-Gah! Yes, yes, yes! Ah-Ah’ll do anything!” she begged, giving her captor a pleading, desperate look.

Chrysalis chuckled and wordlessly lit her horn, causing fire to sprout from the edges of the alter and make their way inwards towards the immobilized filly. She shut her eyes, winced and prepared for the pain of being burned, but no such feeling came. Instead, the fire was warm and comforting, like sitting in front of a hearth.

A wet ‘shlock’ sound met her ears and a dampness surrounded her body. She opened her eyes to see that she had been totally incased in a green goo that blurred the crystals of the cave around her.

Her shackles broke away effortlessly, allowing the goop to pick her up and force its way into her mouth, it tasted sweet and addictive, like an orgasm made into a dessert. She gagged on it for a bit as it slipped into her windpipe, but she quickly found herself breathing normally, like it was nothing but air around her.

Through the murkiness of the goo, Apple Bloom watched the changeling queen beside her hop up onto the table with a flick of her wings. She watched her green, curved, spined, yet smooth ovipositor swing below her as she approached the filly. She placed her hooves on either side of her and wasted no time shoving her appendage deep into Apple Bloom’s cunny.

Apple Bloom groaned into the goo around her as each tantilzing inch of the Queen’s shaft plunged deep into her. Despite the fluid around her ears, she could still hear Chrysalis degrading and teasing her.

“Dumb little filly, no pony can resist the draw of her new Queen’s eggs, you all think you’re better than us, but deep down inside you know you only exist to be our slutty changeling converts, don’t you?” she spat. “Cutie mark my chitinous flank, you all know that your only purpose is to take cock of a superior changeling!”

She rutted Apple Bloom again and again, sending torrents of stimulation through her quivering body. She nodded at Chrysalis’ statement, she really was just a useless pony slut, if she wasn’t, what would she be doing impaled by the Queen of a hive and begging to take her eggs? She tried her best to hump against the changeling in time with her thrusts, desperate to get herself off on her ovipositor.

As they fucked, the goo got to work, feeding on the lust in the room as it started to work on the filly’s insides. It filled her body, changing her DNA to remove any hunger for pony food and disable her stomach entirely, replacing it with an intense need to feed on emotions. It changed her mouth, too, turning her once herbivorous blunt teeth to sharp spikes and her tongue into a long, forked appendage which bunched up in her mouth, ready to stretch out and draw pleasure from any prey she came across.

Starting from her rear, her fur began to flatten against her body and harden into a firm, glossy black shell that protected her flesh. As the changes reached her back, she felt a pair of thin, but strong wings spring forth from her shoulder blades. But the changes didn’t stop there, making their way up her neck and over her muzzle before finally a nub of chitin formed on her forehead. The nub quickly began to extrude out, forming a smooth horn which sparked with magic conducted from the air

Her mane and tail turned an iridescent green as holes formed in her legs which steadily widened until you could see right through her.

The mass began to worm its way deep into her pussy, spreading it further and sending more rushes of tension through her body as it worked away on her womb, changing it to better suit the needs of growing changeling eggs.

Finally, a new sensation began to tingle in her crotch, gone were her teats, instead formed a sheath not unlike that of a pony stallion, but it was what sprung from the sheath that was decidedly changeling, a long, tapered, ridged ovipositor that twitched against the damp goop which wrapped around it, driving her even closer to orgasm as Chrysalis fucked the last of Apple Bloom’s regrets and doubts away. She felt the goo in her lower belly start to grow outwards, giving her a cavity in which to store eggs ready to be pumped into a host.

With a final grunt and a lurch of the Queen above her, Chrysalis drove her tool deep into the new incubator between Apple Bloom’s legs and filled it with throb after throb of glorious eggs which joined the others in latching to the walls of her insides. Despite the amazing sensations flooding her body, she couldn’t bring herself to climax, something was within her waiting to escape, and wouldn’t let her be satisfied until it had.

Her transformation complete and having served her purpose, Chrysalis pulled herself from Apple Bloom’s snatch and flashed her horn, causing the goo to gently set her back down on the table.

The filly looked over her new body with a mix of nervousness and anticipation, stretching her limbs and feeling the air rush through the holes in her body causing a ticklish sensation in her legs.

“Mmm, you did very well, my sweet child~” Chrysalis panted as her own length softened into her sheath. She pulled the weak filly into an embrace against her side, letting her rest.

“Th-Thank you… Mah Queen…” Apple Bloom panted, the title coming as naturally to her as her accent.

She gazed down at her ovipositor, which spasmed with arousal as whatever it was that was stuck inside her fought to push its way out of her. Her eyes turned to Chrysalis, who looked down at her with the fondness only a parent could give.

“I-It feels so… Weird…” Apple Bloom muttered.

“Oh, how could I be so forgetful, I bet you’re just itching to plant your first seed in something aren’t you, sweet one,” she cooed, brushing her hoof against Apple Bloom’s firm cheek. She expected not to feel it against the chitin, but every sensation felt amplified in this new and improved body of hers. “I would be honoured if you would give me your first egg, sweetie~,” she said with a kind smile.

Apple Bloom nodded, prompting her Queen to pick her up and place her on her haunches, leaving her to stabilize herself with a wobble as she spread the ex-pony’s legs offering free access to her twitching length.

Chrysalis kissed the tip periodically, before reeling back and deepthroating every inch of the thick ovipositor. Apple Bloom was quickly overwhelmed by the new feelings that rushed forth from her new cock.

She shuddered and moaned, instinctively humping at her queen’s throat. Desperation took over as she teetered on the edge of orgasm, instinctively grabbling Chrysalis’ head and using it to push her as firmly down her shaft as she could manage.

Apple Bloom wanted to savour her first orgasm as a changeling, but the hours and hours of teasing and fucking had left her willpower weak. She tensed uncontrollably as the egg in her began to make its way from the egg sac just above her womb up her ovipositor, which effortlessly stretched to adjust to the smooth sphere’s passage.

She tried to tense to hold back her orgasm, but a simple flick of Chrysalis’ nimble tongue against her tip accompanied by the tightness of her throat put her firmly over the edge. She threw her head back and squealed with a raw finality as ropes of sticky cum shot from her tip, followed by a satisfying slipping feeling as her egg spurted from the tip and force its way into her queen’s throat.

The filly gasped and huffed and as her cunt squirted changeling fillycum across the altar and against Chysalis’ body.

Chrysalis tore herself from Apple Bloom’s still pulsing girth, letting a few final ropes of cum settle across her muzzle, which she promptly used her tongue to lick up.

Apple Bloom could barely keep herself up, she wobbled in place as she felt black spots tug at the edges of her vision, reading to pull her back into dreamland once more.

“Th-Thank… You…” she said, falling backwards into the pool of leftover goo from her transformation. She spasmed as the last aftershocks of her orgasm calmed down, ensuring her complete and utter satisfaction.

“Consider that your warm welcome to your new family, young one~,” the queen cooed, petting along her belly to sooth her to sleep.

A euphoric smile formed on her face as she felt her last reserves of energy fade and she let herself retreat into the safety of sleep, basking in the love Chrysalis felt for her new daughter of the hive.

Chrysalis flashed her horn and the slime from earlier came alive once again, she carefully wrapped the sleeping filly into a cocoon of goop and floating it over to the cave wall. It latched on, worming its way into her new changeling ears to finish re-wiring her brain.

In her sleep, Apple Bloom saw the countless souls that filled the hive, tuning into the hivemind and listening into whatever thoughts she could find floating in the ether, these were her new brothers and sisters, all who shared the same love for her Queen! She couldn’t wait to meet them all.

She wondered what their cum would taste like, too.

A Plan, a Secret, and a Barn

Apple Bloom let out a grunt as yet another drone forced its cock into her cunt. She felt its hot breath against her neck as it squirted sticky fluids into her, preparing her to get fertilized for what must be the tenth time that day.

She’d lost track of time after her transformation since she barely had time to think about such things as she served what felt like the entire hive’s worth of drones, all eager to experience what their queen’s golden goose could do to sate their infinite lust.

It wasn’t all fun and games, however. Her horn was awkward and not nearly as powerful as Chrysalis’ despite being biologically coded for it during her transformation. She found it difficult to sort her own thoughts out from the constant stream of information the hivemind had to course through its telepathic veins.

Even harder was stopping her own private thoughts from slipping out into the open for all to experience. Not everyone was happy with an ‘outsider’ integrating into the hive, and they didn’t try to hide their displeasure with regards to her integration.

She’d watched the other changelings transform into her old shape and hatefuck each other for hours on end, and though it frustrated her to know that she wasn’t ‘one of them’, she couldn’t help but feel aroused by the images.

Even now, the drone buried in her well-used cunt made it clear that he was taking out all his frustrations on her, slamming himself into her again and again as he spanked her chitinous flank and sent spikes of erotic pain through her little body.

She felt his shaft throb deep within her, the sensations making her own ovipositor twitch and throb beneath her, leaking strings of lubricant as yet another unfertilized egg formed in her egg sac.

She shuddered as it forced its way up her shaft, itching to escape into a waiting incubator.

Just as she felt her climax’s approach, a loud, commanding voice rung through her head.

“Apple Bloom, sweetie,” her queen’s telepathic presence sounded in her mind. “Why don’t you come to see me for a bit.”

Apple Bloom immediately shoved the drone above her off her back, feeling a rush of warm fluids dribble from her as she did so. Her ‘comrade’ hissed at her, his cock still throbbing at attention and dripping with his gooey fluorescent jizz.

“Yeah yeah, go fuck something else,” she spat back, trotting past him and out into the corridors of the hive.

Her bloated, egg-filled form made it harder to get around, where once she would have run as fast as she could to her queen’s side, she was slowed to a brisk waddle by the hungry potential drones-to-be in her womb and belly.

As she paced through the halls, she decided to take a look at what some of the surveillance drones were up to. She focused on the hivemind’s network of connections until vivid images began to form in her head.

As usual, the Canterlot spies were taking advantage of the city’s seedy, immoral underbelly to collect information. It seemed that the current trend was fucking the aged-down version of her sister and her friends. The Manehatttan and Los Pegasus spies were busy running their casino tables and hypnotizing indebted ponies into servitude. Ugh…Boring! Apple Bloom thought, moving on to the next team.

What presented itself to her this time sent a shock of longing through her hardened body. A team of spy drones had been sent to her old family’s farm! It felt like eons since she was last there, she watched as the drones observed her sister pacing frantically in front of the main cottage. She looked tired and tears streamed down her face, serving only to increase Apple Bloom’s pangs of guilt. She wished she could just hug her sister and tell her all about how much better her life is now that she’s been transformed!

It wasn’t long before she arrived at the large entrance to the throne cavern. She shook her head and cleared the stream of images from her mind. Stepping through the doorway, she was greeted with a familiar sight.

Queen Chrysalis sat on her regal, crystalline throne, looking over her loyal incubator subjects, who all demonstrated their love for her and the hive by taking as many of their queen’s eggs as possible, keeping them well fed with lust and arousal by mutually pleasing each other in a sea of eroticism.

The queen smiled as she saw her young protégé in the doorway, before speaking to the horny breeders telepathically and gesturing to the door, prompting them to immediately stop what they were doing and scamper towards the corridors. They tumbled over each other and brushed past Apple Bloom like she wasn’t even there, so high on sex and obedience that all they could see were what their queen told them to see.

“Apple Bloom!” Chrysalis said, beckoning her in with a hoof. The room was mostly empty at that point, short of the staunch guards on either side of the throne and the queen herself.

She rushed to the foot of the throne as quickly as she could, bowing her head respectfully, “Y-Y’all wanted to see me, mah queen?” she stammered.

“Oh, don’t be so formal, little one,” she cooed, fluttering her wings and setting herself in front of the filly. She placed a hoof on her chin and lifted it so that she could look into her eyes.

Apple Bloom felt a rush of love course through her body the moment she caught her queen’s gaze. She couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp at the immense high she felt, lust may have filled her up, but love was more intoxicating than the strongest of Granny Smith’s secret cider.

“I don’t think I got the chance to properly congratulate you, not everyone can take on the great hivemind’s power like you have,” Chrysalis complimented, making Apple Bloom beam with pride. She pet the filly’s deep green mane and adjusted her bow as they feasted on the flow of love between them. “I see you’ve been introduced to the more virile drones,” she cooed, motioning to her belly. Apple Bloom looked down at her stomach, watching the eggs inside her pulsate with dull green light, suddenly, a small lump formed, moving and squirming around just below the surface. “Ah! Your first larvae are hatching, and so soon! I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised given the sheer stamina you displayed during your orgies with the soldier drones.”

“Y-You saw that?” Apple Bloom squeaked. she knew it was encouraged, but she couldn’t help but feel a little bit of shame at her queen seeing just how much of a little nympho she was.

“Of course, I see everything my little ones get up to,” she explained. “Now, why don’t we get down to the matter at hoof, hm?”

Apple Bloom tilted her head.

“I understand you have been missing your old life?” she said.

The filly tensed in panic, “N-No! Ah’m dedicated to the hive! Ah swear!”

Chrysalis chuckled, “There’s no need to be ashamed, you’re allowed to feel whatever it is you feel here, especially when it comes to family,” she cooed. “Even if they are dirty non-changelings…”

Apple Bloom let out a sigh of relief at her queen’s understanding. She didn’t know why she even thought she was going to be punished. Her queen was far too kindhearted for that!

“But, don’t you think your sister would feel much happier if they were part of our family? Maybe they could even be drones in your army once you have one,” she mused. Apple Bloom’s wings fluttered. Was her queen really suggesting what she thought she was?

“Yes, little one. It’s time to move on with the next stage of my plan to integrate Equestria, starting with your sister. How would you like to go on your first mission?”

Apple Bloom bounced on the spot, her excitement racing to her wings as she fluttered them to stay afloat for a few moments with each hop, “Please please pleeeeease can I go? Ah promise I’ll turn her nice and quick!”

“Yes, yes, of course you can, little larva.”

The filly squeed as a wide grin spread across her face until she felt a rush of jealousy across the hive and her smile dropped. “B-But uh… It seems like a pretty big job, maybe ah’m not ready yet… I’ve only been a changeling for a few days after all,” she muttered.

“Aw, don’t you worry, I’ll be with you every step of the way!” Chrysalis encouraged.

“H-How?”

Chrysalis grinned as green flames burst from the floor around her, consuming her and leaving behind the proud figure of a familiar colt: Blueberry Jam.

“Now, here’s the plan…”

Chrysalis and Apple Bloom stepped out from the treeline, both cloaked in their disguises. Apple Bloom didn’t look too much different from her usual self, though she lacked her new wings, horn or the holes in her legs. Chrysalis was completely changed, taking the form of her favorite colt disguise.

The filly couldn’t help but lust after her in that form that so thoroughly filled her for the first time. She already felt a longing building between her legs, but she did her best to dismiss the feelings to focus on the task at hoof.

The Apple Family farmhouse quickly came into sight. Apple Bloom felt her heart race as she spied an orange mare with her sister’s tell-tale Stetson hat pacing in the distance. Waves of excitement and anticipation washed through the hivemind, hungry to taste what an element of harmony could have to offer. The rest of the hive was counting on her, and she wasn’t going to let them down!

“A-Applejack!” she cried in her most needy, desperate voice as she roughed up her mane to ensure she wouldn’t look suspicious.

Her sister’s ears perked, and she immediately started to gallop towards her, tears of joy in her eyes. She tackled the filly, seemingly ignoring the strange colt she was with as she pulled her into a tight hug. Apple Bloom felt the eggs inside her respond to the wave of love that hit her with Applejack’s touch.

The hug lasted a good minute, neither of them saying a thing as Applejack squeezed her sister as tight as she possibly could.

Finally, the older mare let her down. “Now, where in Equestria have you been, young filly!”

“Ah-Ah’m sorry ah worried y’all…” she began. “Ah was sticking to the path, Ah swear! Then Ah heard Blueberry hootin’ and hollerin’ for help, and you always said an Apple always helps a pony in need! So I left the path and helped him, turned out he’d got’ stuck in some vines.”

“Then y’all got lost?”

“Y-Yeah… We slept in a cave at night and looked for a way out in the day, Blueberry’s a farmer too, his family grows berries, so he knew what plants were dangerous to eat and stuff!”

“Well, y’all’re lucky ya found a way outta there, and good girl for helping when it mattered most,” Applejack said, motioning to the other colt. “But next time, y’all just come and find me, got it?” she said, wrapping her hooves around Apple Bloom once again, nuzzling her affectionately.

The rush of love that coursed through the young changeling’s body was unlike anything she’d felt. She let out a shaky breath as her eggs feasted on her sister’s emotions, she’d never felt such an intense rush of emotion from one being before, it was almost enough to make her drop her disguise and subjugate her sister then and there.

“Remember, little one, she must want it, we don’t want your sister turning into a useless vegetable. There’ll be plenty to feast on soon, I promise,” Chrysalis’ voice rung through her mind, strengthening her resolve as she quietly strengthened her magic.

“…think y’all should get to bed and rest, you look like you’ve been through Tartarus and back!” Apple Bloom refocused just in time to catch the end of her sister’s sentence. “Your friend can use the guest room until we can get him back to his family, I’m sure they’re worried sick!”

“O-Okay!” the filly chimed. “C-Cummon, Blue! Ah’ll show you to your bed!” she said, beckoning to the disguised queen and starting a brisk trot towards the farmhouse. Despite not needing to sleep, she figured she should just go with it to keep up appearances.

Applejack rose to her hooves and began to trot behind them. A familiar lust washed over her mind, mixed in with the waves of love from her sister. She looked over her shoulder at the mare behind her, only for her to quickly flick her eyes away. Apple Bloom felt a rush of anticipation as she realized the source of the lust: her sister was a foalfiddler! She couldn’t imagine just how much her sister has been wanting to act out all her dark, taboo fantasies, all the more reason to introduce her to the hivemind!

She pushed the door to the house open, her lungs taking in the familiar scent of fresh apple pie as a genuine smile spread across her face.

“Y’all get some rest now! I’ll see y’all when you wake up!”

Apple Bloom just nodded and headed up the stairs with a spring in her step and Chrysalis in tow. She used the hivemind to direct her queen to her room to ‘rest’ before pushing the door to her own old bedroom open and stepping inside.

All was as she remembered it, the bedspread was immaculately made, everything had been dusted down and cleaned, no doubt by a worried Applejack with nothing left to do but prepare in hopes Apple Bloom returned.

She didn’t hang around to admire it long, though, she locked the door and dropped her disguise before hopping up on to her bed, she looked down at her stretched belly, and watched as the eggs and larvae inside her pulsed and squirmed while they feasted on the emotions that filled the house. As if that wasn’t enough, seemingly the whole hive was busy rutting each other in anticipation of finally integrating one of the legendary Elements of Harmony.

It didn’t take long before the constant stimulation manifested in her cunt as wet, lubricant and an irresistible drive for release. With a flash of her horn, she put out a weak soundproofing spell, she’d still have to be quiet, biting her lip while she placed one hoof on her ovipositor and pushed another against her cunt before screwing her eyes shut and tapping into the hivemind to watch her fellow changelings act out their most depraved fantasies…

Apple Bloom let out a shaky breath as she rose to her hooves. She stretched her wings before relaxing, her eggs still hungered, but after a few hours of touching herself, she felt satisfied enough to ignore the constant knots in her belly.

She closed her eyes and felt warm fire consume her as she transformed back into her old form. Taking a moment to admire herself in her mirror, she straightened out her mane and bow before turning the lock on her door and stepping out into the hallway.

The slightly-squeaky voice of a pre-pubescent colt rung up the steps, which she followed to see her queen and her sister engaged in conversation. She grasped in her hoof a cup of hot cocoa, which she pretended to sip on as Applejack rambled.

The mare caught sight of her as she stepped into the kitchen, rushing over and pulling her back into a firm hug. Apple Bloom breathed deep, smelling her prey’s intense feelings for her and shuddering in excitement.

Chrysalis made eye contact with her from behind Applejack’s back. “Soon, little larva,” her soothing voice rung through her head.

“Sleep well, sleepyhead?” Applejack asked.

“Y-Yeah!” Apple Bloom said. “H-Hey, ah was thinking, why don’t we show Bluey here how us Apples get work done ‘round ‘ere?” she asked, prompting a nod of approval from the ‘colt’.

“Ah dunno, maybe we should just try to get him off home as quick as we can, I’m sure y’all’s parents are worried sick about ya…” Applejack said uncertainly, if she wasn’t so in tune with her emotions, Apple Bloom might have missed the tinge of regret in her tone.

She persisted, “Pleeease!” she said in her cutest, most annoying-little-sister tone possible.

“Well, does Blueberry even want a tour? We don’t wanna force him to do something he doesn’t want to do…”

Chrysalis bit her lip for a moment, hesitating for just a second before cheerfully replying, “I’d love to see how you farm your apples, they’re so ripe and fresh” she said, lacing her tone with enticing, compelling magic.

“Well… I suppose an extra hour or so can’t hurt,” Applejack muttered. “Okay! Just a quick tour and then we’ll get you off back home!” she stated, turning to Blueberry, and then the door. “Come on now, we don’t got all day!” she said, proudly strutting out into the mid-afternoon sunlight.

The two foals followed close behind as Applejack ranted about the history of the farm while they headed for their first (and only) stop: the barns. Apple Bloom drowned out her words shifted her focus to her sister’s swaying hips, watching as her tail flicked from side to side, showing off her plump cuntlips every now and again.

It didn’t take long before the trio reached the barn. The doors creaked open to reveal bushels and bushels of apples, interspersed with a host of hay-bales, chicken feed, and various tools.

“Here we are, the famous Apple Family barn!” Applejack announced, stepping into the spacious room. “There’s all sorts ‘a fun stuff in here, but the best is this,” she said, pointing to a pair of thick, hanging ropes attached to a complicated system of pulleys and gears.

She grabbed the ropes and began tugging and pulling on them, showing Chrysalis the intricacies of her elaborate system. The queen feigned interest, watching in mock-awe as Applejack used the ropes to pick up various items from deep in the barn and pull them to the front.

“I don’t think I can keep this up for long, little one,” Chrysalis urged through the hivemind.

Apple Bloom got the hint. It was time.

She had to wait until Applejack turned her back before casting any spells, she wasn’t quite good enough to use her magic without at least revealing her horn. She watched intensely, waiting for her sister to stop rambling and return to the ropes. The moment she did, Apple Bloom launched into action, she shuffled back to the barn entrance and pushed a few buckets of apples in front of the door, effectively sealing it. She revealed her horn and focused on channeling her arousal into her magic, before long, a familiar pink mist began to fill the room.

The effect was immediately noticeable.

All three of them felt their needs spike in intensity, but none quite like Applejack, who paused her explanation to ‘stealthily’ swat her rear with her tail and let out a hot breath.

“D-Do y’all smell somethin’ fun—”

“Can I try it?” Chrysalis interrupted

Applejack shook her head to clear her thoughts, “S-Sure!” she said. Apple Bloom watched as she stepped back and allowed Chrysalis to stand in front of her and reach for the ropes. Beads of liquid arousal dripped down her sister’s hind legs, each new lungful of the smoke only increasing her need for release.

Chrysalis flashed Applebloom a coy smile, before looking over his shoulder at the mare and flicking her tail over her flank, showing off her large, yet still colt-sized sheath and hanging orbs.

Applejack gasped, screwing her eyes shut as her lust spiked. “U-Uh, Blueberry, is everythin’ alright? A-Ah think you should pro'lly lower that tail of yours there,” she stammered.

“No Applejack, I don’t think I will,” she said, her voice laced with irresistible seductive malice. Applejack opened one eye, unable to resist her urge to take another peek at his swinging jewels. “We know you’re a disgusting little foalfiddler, don’t we?”

Apple Bloom grinned, licking her lips as she watched Applejack stumble a little, confronted with her darkest secrets and deepest fantasies in combination with the mist-induced sensitivity all over her body.

“N-No! Ah’d never do a-anythin’ like that!” she protested, stepping back and bumping into the filly positioned behind her. Apple Bloom could feel her sister’s lust wearing away at her mind already as she began to sway from side to side.

“Come now, just admit it, we can all see how badly you want to suck my colt cock,” Chrysalis teased.

“I-I…” she began, but the warm, relaxing feeling of the mist meant she couldn’t muster the strength to resist her base urges. “F-Fine… M-Maybe I do th-think about y’all that way sometimes…”

“Disgusting. Now, do as we say, and it’ll never leave this barn, hm?”

“O-Okay…”

Chrysalis pointed at one of the hay bales off to the side of the barn. “On your back, now,” she ordered. The sweet, powerful scent of Applejack’s lust flooded the room as she did as she was told, laying herself over the bale with little protest.

Apple Bloom watched as her glistening juices dripped to the floor, leaving a trail around her dock and over her flank as well as dark spots on the dirt below as her clit winked at the pair. She felt her strength surge as she feasted on the outpouring of feelings that rushed from her sister’s quivering body. It was quite the rush, watching her usually strong-willed sister reduced to submissive prey by nothing more than her magic and her queen’s words.

They circled her, Applejack’s eyes watching them with a mix of fear and attraction.

“M-My queen, m-may ah give our prey her first eggs?” Apple Bloom asked, unable to hide the excitement in her voice.

“Of course you can, sweet one,” Chrysalis responded while she used a nearby rope to gather Applejack’s legs and tie them together tightly.

“E-Eggs?” Applejack stammered.

“Shutup, foalfiddler.”

The young changeling stepped in front of her sister’s face, she shut her eyes for a moment, before feeling her large horsecock-shaped ovipositor flop out from a sheath that manifested itself on her disguise, the tip flared as her eggs already began to take shape.

Applejack gasped, her eyes fixated on the swinging length before her. “W-Wait… Y’all ain't…” she paused as she finally came to realize what was happening.

The pair ignored her, Apple Bloom leaving the front side to her queen as she eyed up her prey’s dripping slit. She grunted softly as she reared up and placed her hooves on either side of Applejack, her cock poking at her entrance and drawing a muffled whimper from the farm-mare.

“A-Apple Bloom, y’all can st-still stop this! Ah know Twilight can find a way to turn you--” the mare pleaded until Chrysalis shoved her own rod deep into Applejack’s open mouth, making her choke and gag as it bulged out her throat. She squirmed and struggled against the rope around her legs, grunting and whining around Chrysalis’ throbbing member.

The anger in the room quickly began to fade as Apple Bloom’s spell worked away at her mind, making the taste of Chrysalis’ sticky precum intoxicating to the mare as she instinctively started to use her tongue to pleasure the colt.

Apple Bloom had wanted to savor the feeling of fucking her big sister senseless for the first time, but the sight of her queen buried in her throat was too much for her to bear. She reeled back and let out a cute squeak as she plunged her disguised ovipositor as deep into her sister’s cunt as she could.

The sisters moaned out in unison as her prey’s lower lips parted to accept her girth. Whatever was left of Applejack’s willpower was slain by the feeling of finally fucking her sister. Love poured from every ounce of her being with an intensity that only furthered Apple Bloom’s sensitive member’s drive to fill her womb with eggs.

“G-Gah! Nnf~,” Apple Bloom moaned, trying to form words but finding them ripped from her mouth by a new rush of pleasure each time. Chrysalis held Applejack’s shuddering form in place with one hoof and used the other to pull the young changeling into a passionate kiss, her long tongue exploring her mouth with a magical, drug-fuelled vigor. They pistoned in and out of the squealing mare beneath them in time with one and another, huffing and panting into each other's mouths as they edged themselves closer and closer to climax.

“Haah~ What a fucking whore, you’re actually enjoying getting raped by a couple of little foals!” Chrysalis teased, punctuating her words with a few especially rough thrusts that made Applejack lurch as she fought her gag reflex. Her words seemed to only increase the waterfall of fluids and tidal waves of lust pouring from the mare, who milked Apple Bloom’s ovipositor like a virgin broodmare desperate to have her first foals.

The filly felt her control slipping away with each wet slap of either foal’s cocks into Applejack’s orifices. Her motions became more and more unhinged, jerking in and out of her prey with no regard for her wellbeing.

She felt the egg sac inside her shift as a stream of eggs began to force their way up her shaft, bulging her cock out and drawing a slutty, erotic moan from her sister as they forced her folds wide open, eager to escape and latch themselves into a fresh host.

Apple Bloom reeled back one final time, leaving just her flaring tip inside her sister’s love tunnel before she let out a loud, primal groan of pleasure and rammed her girth as deep into Applejack’s cunt as she possibly could, effortlessly breaking through her cervix as ropes of thick, sticky cum shot from her tip, creating the perfect environment for the rush of pulsing green orbs that followed to latch onto her insides and begin to feed on her emotions.

It was too much for Chrysalis to bear, too. She threw her head back and moaned as she squirted a load of her own eggs into the mare’s belly, choking her to the point where Apple Bloom could feel her prey’s consciousness starting to fade with a lack of air. Regardless, her sister obediently gulped down egg after egg. Each throb of the filly’s dick drew forth a new sound of immense pleasure from the mind-broken mare below them, who milked her cock as hard as she could, desperate to feel more and more of her cum filling her fertile womb.

Her belly began to bulge slightly with the sheer volume of the pair’s ejaculate and offspring until they both dismounted her at the same time, letting a cascade of fluids burst forth from her stretched holes.

Applejack lay almost motionless except for the heaving of her chest and the twitching of her limbs. Apple Bloom basked in the afterglow of her orgasm, but there was one last step to ensure her prey became hers. She reached up with a hoof and gave a nonchalant flick to her winking clit, making her squeal with pleasure as her back arched away from the hay bale her swollen tunnel squirted a torrent of her fluids across the floor.

“M-More~,” Applejack moaned out, her mind long since obliterated by her abuse.

Chrysalis grabbed Applejack’s limp form and stared deep into her hazy, unfocused eyes. Her eyes shifted back to their hypnotic green tone. “Now now, we have to get the formalities out of the way first…” She cooed. “Do you like feeling this way?” she asked. Apple Bloom decided to contribute by rubbing in circles over her defeated prey’s cum-drenched labia.

Applejack just nodded, unable to form more than a few unintelligible whimpers with the filly touching her sensitive sex.

“Do you want to feel this way forever?”

Another nod.

“Good, why don’t you go ahead and do the honors, little one?” she said, stepping back to watch Apple Bloom take her hoof away, prompting a whine of protest from the tied up mare.

The filly tugged on the rope binding Applejack’s legs and let her fall limp on her side. She trotted around to her sister’s front, letting her watch as she dropped her disguise and revealed her true form. She could feel the panic in Applejack’s rational mind, but her brutal fucking had left her unable to do anything but watch as she lit her horn and screwed her eyes shut in concentration.

It took a few false starts, but eventually, a stream of familiar green goop manifested from the floor around the hay bale. It effortlessly picked the mare up and spun itself into a cocoon, seeping into every part of her body and pulling her to sleep to begin transforming her into an obedient drone.

Chrysalis also dropped her disguise, there was no need to stay in an inferior form with their mission complete. She pulled Apple Bloom into a tight hug, “You did so well, little one, I am very proud of you~,” she praised, petting the smaller changeling’s mane.

“Th-Thank ya kindly, mah queen~”

They sat in silence for a few moments before the hivemind suddenly began to light up with activity. The pair turned into the various surveillance teams positioned around the country, only to see one Big Macintosh trekking out of the Everfree forest, home from another search.

Chrysalis and Apple Bloom looked at each other, without so much as a telepathic word, they both let themselves be consumed by flame, discarding their true forms and leaving a pair of mischievous foals standing in their place.

The queen unblocked the barn door and swung it open, allowing them both to step back out into the sunlight.

Their mission just got bigger.