Pixie Panic in Ponyville!

On the outskirts of Ponyville, another group of pixies was fluttering through the trees of an apple orchard. Their bellies grumbled, not for the juicy fruits that were growing, but for the allure of magic pulsing with raw lustful energy, which was emanating from somewhere beyond the trees. They zipped past a wooden treehouse in the grove, paying no heed to the voices coming from within as they continued on their way.

Before long, the trees started to thin out, and the pixies were flying over a sprawling farmyard in the bright midday sunlight. A large rustic farmhouse and barn stood tall on the flat landscape, with several pens of livestock nearby.

Below them, a sole figure crossed the yard: a shirtless crimson stallion with a rust orange mane was hauling a barrel of slop toward a nearby pigpen, where a group of the beasts were congregating by their food trough. His strong, muscled back flexed as he held the barrel on his shoulder, and one of the pixies stopped to drool until her sisters yanked her back into formation..

There would be plenty of time for... other endeavors once they secured their main energy source, after all.

Back on track, the group of five flew towards the barn where this magic was radiating from, and used one of the upper windows to slip inside the structure. They alighted on the rafters far above the ground, and peered at their prey below…

***

“Whew! That’s the last of ‘em!” Applejack said with a grunt as she heaved the final bag of feed into place against the wall of the barn. “Got plenty extra squared away for the season now.”

Taking a moment to step back and admire her work, the orange mare used a forearm to wipe her brow, and leaned down to grab her water bottle for a quick swig. The water was cool and refreshing as it slid down her throat, although it sadly did little to stifle the other itch burning through her body.

Heat season had never been a particular problem for Applejack. Ever since Granny Smith had given her ‘The Talk’ years ago, she’d understood well enough that it was just part of nature, and her own body’s drives and urges. Most of the time, she would clear her calendar for the week and ride out the worst of it in her room, where she could tend to her needs.

Unfortunately, a mixup in their trade ledger had left the farmhands without enough livestock feed packaged away, and the delivery for Cherry Blossom at their family’s farm over yonder could be safely delivered on time. But with Big Mac already busy covering both his and her weekly chores, she’d had to step in and fix the mistake in time for the pickup later today, as well as to drop off their new dairy cow as part of the trade.

The manual labor had been a good distraction from her burning loins for a time, but now that the work was behind her, that familiar urge started to build up once more. Applejack scoffed, unbuttoning the top button of her work shorts and taking her stetson off to fan her crotch for a moment.

“Consarnit… could sure use a ride on Ol’ Reliable right about now…” she murmured to herself, thinking of the red beast lurking in her underwear drawer back at the farmhouse. Glancing at the large barn door, Applejack bit her lap. Mac would be out working the fields for a good long while now…

A flare of heat from her nethers practically made the choice for her. Placing the water bottle on a nearby stable wall, she slinked off behind one of the hay piles littered around the barn, and leaned against it, hidden from view if anyone happened to walk into the barn as she peeled her shorts and panties from her hips.

Her skin glistened with the sweat of her recent lifting, and a quick dip of her finger between her legs confirmed what she already knew - her slit was moist and aching for attention. A hot breath rolled from her mouth, a mixture of a sigh and a pant while her face flushed. Her fingers went back in - two pressed into her folds as her thumb rolled over her clit, making her shiver in anticipation. Just a quick rub would do the trick, then she’d hightail it back to the farmhouse and take a long bath to cool off.

But of course, fate never let any plan go off without a hitch.

“Mmmmoooo?”

Applejack jumped so fiercely that she was half scared her heart would bolt right out of her chest. She quickly turned to the sound as a large black bovine head poked over the stable wall to her right, hanging above her as it observed her secret act.

“Sweet Celestia, Samson, ya just about terrified the fur off my back!” she said aloud, trying to get her breathing under control. Despite the admonishment, AJ couldn’t bring herself to be mad at the big guy. He was just curious about the sounds she was making after all. She reached a hand up to pat the bull’s cheek, leaving her other one knuckle deep inside herself. The sooner she could finish up and get gone, the better.

But something was agitating Samson. She could hear him pawing the ground with his hooves inside the stall, and he was lightly tossing his head back and forth, his large nostrils flaring as he snorted the air. And there was another smell wafting through the air, one that she knew all too well from her many years working on the farm. Bull pheromones.

The mare lifted her hand to his horn, trying to steady his thrashing, having to divert her attention from her own need for a moment.. “I know Samson, I know. You’re in the same bind as I am right now, I reckon,” Applejack said with a slight edge to her voice, looking down at her needy, slightly leaking pussy as if it were all its fault. “We’ll find you a nice Bessie, and y’all can sire all the cute little calves you like, don’t ya worry!”

The bull calmed down a bit, looking at her soulfully. She wondered just how much of that he understood, if any. She let go of his horn, turning back to her own problem with a huff of irritation. “Land sakes, this is unbearable… wish my problem were half as easy as yours, big guy.”

Far above her in the rafters, Applejack was blissfully unaware of the group of pixies lurking, nor could she anticipate the bolt of magic flying from their hiding place, careening toward her like lightning as it arced down her spine, brushing the skin before finally zapping her at the base of her tail. The mare arched her back at the sensation, letting out a cry of ecstasy as if she’d bumped her g-spot, despite her fingers only still hovering at her lower lips. Her eyes temporarily rolled into her skull as the pleasure buzzed in her mind.

“Hah… wha-... what was that?” Applejack panted, looking down at herself. Her skin was tingling as if she’d just cum, but there was barely any fluid between her legs. Worse still, her cunt now burned with almost agonizing heat. She whined, “Nnnh, why in tarnation do I need it so badly?!”

With the distracting heat now too much to bear, Applejack knew she’d have to finish up before she could leave, or else she ran the risk of Mac or Granny noticing her plight. She drove her fingers back into her pussy, sliding easily into the already lubricated tunnel. Her other hand slid up under her shirt to grope one of her breasts, popping a button from her top with the strain.

Her whole body felt like it was on fire, every touch of her skin on the floor, the hay, her toes curling as she fingered herself, all of it felt like it was multiplied tenfold over her senses. Applejack was panting now, her tongue hung from her mouth as she kept up the pace, every thrust of her wrist punctuated with “Hah!”, “Mmmf,” and “F-Fuck…!”

She was so absorbed in the ecstasy, she failed to notice the pixie magic spreading from her lower back. Her tail began to grow, longer and thinner as it extended from her spine behind her. Its long blonde hairs fell away in clumps, mixing with the yellow hay beneath her as only a tuft of hair was left on the very tip.

“Mmm, f-feels so gooooood,” Applejack droned on, moaning as her fingers pinched her nipple for a jolt of pleasure. She threw her head back against the hay pile, closing her eyes as she basked in the glow.

Meanwhile, her fingers were growing thicker and darker, the fingers bloating as they too began to change. She moaned, the penetrating fingers in her pussy growing as well. A pair of small horns began poking through her hair, adding to the pounding feeling running through her head.

It wasn’t until she began to have trouble squeezing her breasts that Applejack paused for a moment, her panting breaths stifled in this corner of the barn. Her fingers were feeling weird, abnormally numb as she pleasured herself. She cracked an eye to look at her hand when--

“W-What the fuck?!”

Applejack sat bolt upright as she looked down on her hand in horror, seeing the fingers of her hand - both of her hands! - swelling and fusing together into hard black hooves. Her palms were pressing outward, forming the base of the hoof as she began breathing faster, her mind racing. All the while, she found it hard to concentrate as she was achingly horny, her nethers practically begging for her fingers to come back and finish the job.

“This… this ain’t real. I done passed out or… or something…!” Applejack rationalized to herself, raising her hands to her cheeks as if to pinch herself awake, but only felt the smooth hard surface of the hooves pressing into her skin. One thing was for certain - she wasn’t dreaming. “T-Twilight! She oughta know what’s going on here, just gotta hustle over and sort this out!”

She figured she could slip by Mac and give him some excuse while she was gone. With a nod to herself, AJ pushed herself to her feet with the strength of an able farmgirl. But she didn’t expect the feeling of imbalance to wash over her, making her flail her arms as she shouted out and fell forward. She threw her hands out quickly to catch herself, landing hard on all fours as her new hooves broke her fall.

Groaning, she looked back at her legs, instantly wishing she hadn’t as her face drained of color. Her legs looked… wrong, somehow. The ankles were too far up, and she swore she could hear the pops of bones and joints reforming. Worse still, her ass looked downright thick from this perspective. She’d prided herself on a sizable caboose of course, but it was like her lower body had packed on dozens of pounds extra.

“Aw c’mon, not the tail too!” she cried out, seeing her once beautiful blonde tail reduced to a thin wisp of hair on the end of a long orange-furred ropey tail. She tried giving it a tentative flick, finding it was much more prehensile than her old one.

And it looked strangely familiar, too... though she tried not to focus on the feeling of it coming to rest on her bare ass, which hung higher than she’d have liked in her all-fours stance. Her shorts and underwear lay discarded on the floor; no way she’d be able to pull them back up with these cumbersome hooves for hands!

Applejack shifted awkwardly on all fours, feeling way too exposed. What would Big Mac say if he saw her like this? She couldn’t just walk past, no, she’d have to sneak out now… on top of that, her button down shirt was starting to feel uncomfortably tight as she tried taking a few tentative steps forward with her arms - though they were more of front legs by now.

Ping!

Another of her buttons shot off her shirt, bouncing off the floor as it rolled behind a bucket. “What’s… hah… happening to mmmme?” Applejack mumbled, her lips starting to feel oddly numb and swollen as she talked. Her top strained at the seams, the stitches tearing more and more by the second. Stumbling uneasily on her hooves, she took a few steps and started heading for the barn’s back door. Maybe she’d be able to slip out unnoticed, take a detour through the orchard…?

SHHHHRRRRRIIIP!

At last, the strands of her top gave way, leaving her breasts to burst free of their confines and swing below her chest like ripe juicy apples ready for harvest. Applejack’s mind was hazy, both from the stuffy heat and the sensations pulsing through her body every few seconds. She couldn’t deny that it felt incredibly good to let the girls free. She raised her forearm to her chest, hoping to release some of the tension she felt with a quick rub to her tit.

Her wrist bumped into an object she wasn’t expecting, equally as sensitive and almost as large, and a gasping moan fell from her lips as she brushed against it. But what was…?

She craned her neck down to see, her eyes widening as the object - or rather, objects - became quite clear. There was a second pair of breasts hanging below her torso, just under the first pair.

“Wuh…?” Applejack said, at a loss for words She almost wouldn’t believe her eyes if she hadn’t just felt them with her own hooves. This was wrong, so bizarre, so terrifying!

...So… hot…?

The mare was having a hard time keeping her thoughts straight. The distracting heat in her loins was so pervasive, overwhelming her limbs. She trembled on all fours, her mind beginning to wander of its own accord. She couldn’t stop the mental image of a stallion running his big, strong hands over her body, of him leaning his weight on her as she was pinned down, of having her cunt downright stuffed full by his--

A wet splatter fell onto her cleavage, and Applejack realized she was drooling just thinking about it. And not just from her mouth… she shifted her back legs, uncomfortably trying to dispel the feeling. “Too mmmuh… much thinking about it,” she said to herself, shaking her head back and forth trying to focus. “Need to… get out of here… ‘n go to…”

Go where? She had a plan, she remembered thinking about it. But her thoughts were so disjointed, broken up. She barely even felt it as her toes started curling inwards, growing thick and dark the same as her fingers had. She didn’t notice as the last remains of her feet melted away into rear hooves similar to her front ones.

She knew she had to avoid her family but… why? The answer was on the tip of her tongue, but she just couldn’t recall. Thinking was hard now.

It didn’t help that Samson was starting to get agitated again over in his stall. She could hear him lowing loudly, as if trying to get her attention. His large head was rattling the door of the pen, jangling the bar that was locking it in place. But the thing about him that was really distracting her the most?

It was his smell.

Something about it was captivating her mind completely. It wafted through the humid barn, and Applejack instinctively raised her head a bit, giving a few big sniffs to the air. The intoxicating aroma invaded her brain, lighting up a primal part of her psyche, banishing her panic, and overriding her confusion. It was a smell that all cows knew, and it sent shivers down her spine.

Bull pheromones.

Her own nose became wider, flatter, as her nostrils tried to greedily inhale the scent. Why did it… smell so good…? Her eyes became half-lidded, drooping as she swam in endorphins, dulling the sensation of her mouth and nose readjusting into a new type of muzzle.

Her tail was rising, flicking back and forth as her mind started racing again, picturing herself being rutted by a strapping stallion as he pressed her into the floor… only, this time, it wasn’t a stallion she imagined on her back, pounding her pussy. It was Samson, the bull bellowing as he railed her from behind, his immense weight crashing onto her back with each thrust, his large bull cock dumping spurt after spurt of--

...No, no! This was wrong, she was a mare! Not some…! Applejack shook her head fiercely, dispelling the thoughts and realizing that she had started drooling again, a strand of saliva now falling to the floor below her to mix in with the hay-strewn walkway. She looked back at her rump, expecting to see her tail flagging but not expecting the long, thin rope of a tail hovering over her ass.

“W-What happened to mmmooooooooy tail?!” she cried out, before clasping a hoofed foot to her mouth at the utterance. Her eyes widened, there was no mistaking a sound like that falling from her lips unconsciously.

She was turning into a cow…!

Her legs trembled, and Applejack half felt like she could collapse on the spot. The cloven hooves, the all fours, the spindly tail, the extra breasts… now even her voice was betraying her. Even as she stood here in horror, she could feel her hindquarters shifting and changing, her thighs and ass growing thicker to carry a heavier weight.

Feeling the panic rising, she took a breath to steady herself. There was no more time to worry about avoiding embarrassment from her family. She needed to get Big Mac’s help as soon as possible, before this got any worse!

With her nerves steeled, Applejack began hobbling to the back door to the barn on all fours as quickly as she could. It was awkward due to her hooved stance and the hefty breasts swinging below her chest, but she slowly made her way to the door, shakily reaching up to the handle to find…

“L-Locked?” she breathed, cursing her luck. They never locked this door until the end of the day, why was it locked now? She threw her shoulder against the door for a few seconds, hoping it was just jammed, but no good. Darn it! She glanced back over her haunches at the main door, letting out a frustrated sigh.

It was heavier, but at least she knew she hadn’t locked it behind her on the way in. She turned around, failing to notice the duo of tiny flying creatures through the nearby window as they headed around the side of the barn.

She lumbered forward, trying to ignore the cumbersome stance she was forced into. Her back legs were wide and bow-legged, and she swore she could feel bones reforming in her hips and knees. There was no time to lose!

Applejack kept focused on the door as she headed forward, trying to suppress the itchy feeling of hairs all over her body changing, as bright white spots of fur were appearing over her soft orange coat, and the hairs on her body were coming shorter, more coarse.

Her head was buzzing with a dizzy feeling as her chest tingled, but she couldn’t spare a moment to look down at her plight, even as her nipples were poking out longer and thicker, and a soft pink skin was fusing her four breasts together.

So… hot… the mare panted, her tongue flopping out between her lips as she tried to cool herself off. Gotta get… to Mac…!

It was getting so hard to move, so hard to think straight… her breasts were moving, she could tell, not only swinging but drifting lower on her torso. She gritted her teeth, pushing through the weird, distracting sensations. Just a bit… farther!

Finally she reached the large double doors to the outside, rearing up on her hind legs and preparing to throw her entire weight against the door. It was time to bust out of here! She let out a low, unnatural bellow as she leaned forward to collide with the door, and…!

KER-THUNK!

The large double doors wobbled from the impact, but did not budge.

Locked.

Applejack was trapped.

“N-No! No, consarn it, open up!!” she hollered, slamming her front hooves against the door again and again. She tried yelling out for her brother, he might be able to hear her! “Mac! MAC!! Ya gotta come quick, something’s -- ahn!”

Her body tensed up, and Applejack leaned heavily against the barn door as a bolt of pleasure lit up her senses. Her tongue fell from her mouth again, as hot and heavy puffs of air released with each breath that she heaved. Stars were dancing in her vision as she felt her breasts - no… her udder… - settle into place between her hind legs, the nipples nearly brushing the floor as they hung low.

“Nnnh…! Oh, fuck mmmooooooooo~” Her moan turning into a long moo, she could not suppress the instinct to raise her hindquarters higher, her exposed pussy winking in the humid, stuffy air of the barn. She would have fingered herself had her arms not been too short to reach back to her needy cunt, and her fingers not been hard edged hooves.

Celestia, what she wouldn’t give for a hard fucking right about now…

Click!

From somewhere behind her, Applejack heard the sound of a latch being opened, and she turned her eyes to see a group of four small winged creatures hovering around the stable door, having unlatched it and trying to push it open, though their tiny arms were struggling with the heavy wooden door.

Pixies! She recognized the tiny forms flitting about, though they looked different from the ones that would occasionally plague the apple orchard. She snorted, pawing the ground aggressively as she turned to face them, her urges forgotten for the moment.

“Hey, you varmints! Git away from there! Go on, shoo!” she shouted at them, lowering her head which felt more natural in the moment. What were pixies even doing in the barn? Usually these critters kept to the trees and edges of the orchard, pigging out on handfuls of apples.

But something was different about these pixies… she saw them look up at her, unperturbed by her shouting, and one of them said something in a chittering sort of language. Two of them nodded and broke off from the group, their wings buzzing to life as they zipped over to her. She snorted and tossed her head at them, but they deftly avoided her swipe as they approached.

Something was wrong, she realized as an uneasy feeling settled in her stomach. These pixies seemed unafraid of her, unlike the pests she’d dealt with before, which would scatter when she or Big Mac approached them.

But these ones flitted about her, giggling in apparent excitement even as she scolded them. One of them flew down her body, its tiny hands running along her side and sending an involuntary shiver down her spine.

And then, a horrible realization ran through her mind. Strange pixies coming out of nowhere to cause mischief, and these sudden, extreme changes to her body? There was no way the two weren’t related...

They were doing this to her…!

“You-- you little varmints did this to mmmmooooooe, huh?!” Applejack snarled, stamping her hoof on the floor. Her anger helped power through the involuntary moo that came forth. “‘T ain’t funny! Y’all better fix this right quick before I open a can of country whoop-ass!”

The words sounded a lot braver than she felt, with this overlarge and bulging body weighing her down. And if the pixies understood her, they paid her threat no heed as their tiny giggles kept coming. It was like they were getting drunk off her predicament or something. Just knowing these little pests were responsible for her embarrassing situation was enough to tick her right off.

But even that paled in comparison to what came next.

“Think that’s funny do ya?” Applejack spat, pawing the ground in warning of an impending charge. “Y’all are gonna be sorry for making a fool outta -- mmmoooooo?!”

Gasping out loud and letting out an involuntary moo, Applejack felt her body tense up as a pair of tiny hands ran down the length of her pussy from top to bottom, teasing the sensitive flesh. She felt her legs tremble, her skin tingling as she was rubbed.

“Nnh! Don’t…! D-Don’t touch that you little--!” she stammered, trying to drive them off, but neither her hooves nor her tail could reach the pernicious pixie. In fact, her tail turned traitor and started to flag at the attention to her nethers, no matter how her mind urged it otherwise.

Can’t let it… guh… get to me! All these sensations… this feeling…! Gotta focus!

But it was easier said than done, she realized with despair. Her legs wouldn’t obey, her head was a fuzzy mess from her unwanted pleasure. And through it all, the pixie still hovering in front of her head seemed to be enjoying it all. It sneered down at her with a grin as it poked her nose, as if to say, What exactly are you going to do about it?

She panted, her body heating up to an unbearable point. What could she do about it? The doors were locked shut, no doubt by these little monsters… who knows where her brother was, if he could even help at this point. And all the while her body was fighting her every command, as if it wanted to be played with!

... Maybe that’s exactly what it wanted.

As Applejack stood there, squirming in unbidden pleasure, something seemed to be happening to the pixie before her. The tiny creature basked in some kind of warm glow that was enveloping it, arching its back and running its hands sensually up its own body. It looked radiant, as energy swirled around it and gathered in its miniature palms.

And then suddenly,its eyes shot open, flashing a brilliant gold before returning to their normal green color. Before Applejack had a chance to wonder what exactly had happened to the creature, it flew up to her nose so close that she had to cross her eyes to look at it.

The pixie smirked at her like a predator observing its prey, and with a delicate touch, it reached a hand out and laid it on her large flat nose.

My, aren’t you a pretty one~?

The voice came from nowhere, and yet Applejack heard it echoing inside her mind. She gave a start at the surprising intrusion, though quickly realized what was happening. Telepathy was a rare occurrence for her but not unseen as an element bearer. The pixie was talking to her.

How is my sister doing back there? She did always enjoy playing with her food, and your energy is simply delectable...

Her energy? What? The words made no sense to her, least of all with the distraction still prodding at her folds. “Muh… make her s-stop…” she hissed out, trying to keep her composure and failing miserably.

Stop? Why would she stop? Doesn’t it feel good, being teased and played with?

That was the problem, Applejack thought as a moan fell from her lips. It did feel good. It felt so darned good that her entire body was aching for it. A part of her wanted nothing more than to give in and enjoy it.

And that part downright terrified the rest of her.

The pixie leaned closer, its chest rubbing on the bridge of her nose, its shining eyes gazing up into hers.

That’s right. I can see it in your eyes. You love the feeling of having your needs met. You want more, don’t you?

Those eyes… she glanced down at the pixie’s eyes, an inviting pool of green that seemed to blur parts of her vision. She wanted… more? Well, it did feel really good…

Wait, no! Applejack closed her eyes and shook her head, trying to dismiss the intrusive thoughts. This wasn’t her! None of this was right! She had to get out of here, find some help, and...

No need to fret. You’re safe now.

the pixie’s voice echoed in her head, soothing and benign. Like a doting caretaker. Its tiny hands rubbed her nose gently, and she reopened her eyes. The tiny winged creature was staring at her, a shining golden light dancing in her irises. It was suddenly a lot harder to think straight, and her body felt like it was relaxing. Why was she worrying again?

A happy, healthy cow like you should be taken care of. We’ll take care of those silly worries.

A… cow? No, that was wrong… wasn’t it? She thought as hard as she could. She wasn’t a cow, she was… what was she again? The word drifted somewhere in her memory, though she could not pin it down. “Not… a… c-cow…” she mumbled, her eyes transfixed on the golden orbs before her. Even the words sounded unconvincing now, uttered through lips more suited to chewing on grass than for speaking.

Are you sure? The pixie smiled up at her disarmingly. No, she wasn’t sure at all, to be honest. A big, stocky body… a heavy, milky udder… you look like a cow to me. Isn’t that right?

...Was that right? It… had a point, she realized, her eyelids drooping as her mind dulled. There was no doubt that she looked like a big, thick cow right now, but… something tickled at the back of her head, telling her that wasn’t the entire story. But what was the truth?

“Can’t… think…” she droned, her lips feeling sluggish and bloated.

Oh, you silly girl! You don’t need to think anymore, that’s for smarty pants ponies! But you’re not like them, its words echoed in her head, and she found herself hanging on every word. You’re a big, dumb cow. No thinking… no talking… just a simple life, right?

Yes… that sounded right... in her addled mind, the logic made perfect sense to her waning senses. Looking like this, feeling how she did… there was no way she was one of those ponies who took care of cows like her. Those golden eyes had it right all along, how silly she was for thinking otherwise!

You know, Bessie… you’re such a good girl, that we have a surprise ready for you.

Bessie? That was… was that her name? She had a hard time recalling, remembering that dumb cows like her weren’t meant to think hard anyway. Bessie would do. “Mmmooooo?” she lowed, wondering what the pretty little flying thing meant.

Mhm! For being such a good, obedient heifer, you’re going to get a treat. And I think you’re going to like this one.

As the words bounced around her mind, the pixie pointed to a spot behind her, and the cow looked up, her eyes widening with interest as Samson the bull came into view, standing firm and snorting as another little pixie tried in vain to tug him over to the stable door by one of his horns.

As soon as her eyes fell on him, a new, invasive feeling swept over Bessie’s entire body. It was a feeling she knew all too well, coming with the season and sticking around to make her anxious and needy. Her body liked what it saw, and it sent a tingle to her nethers, exciting her. She… she wanted it. She wanted him.

Marvelous, isn’t he? A virile young bull looking to sire some calves of his own, the pixie’s voice teased enticingly, though it sounded somehow far away now that she had her eyes on the prize. In a corner of her eye, she saw the flash of gold once again. Why don’t you show him what awaits outside the stable, Bessie?

Show him…? Yes, she could do that! She had to entice the bull, beckon him over with a prize worth taking. She had to attract her mate…!

Bessie gave a loud moo to catch his attention, turning around on all fours until her plump pussy faced the stable, already wet from the earlier ministrations. The pixie dragged her reluctant sister away from the cow, just as Samson turned to face the heifer.

His eyes were locked on her as soon as he caught sight. Bessie looked over her shoulder to see him smelling the air heavily, blowing hot puffs of air through his nose as he picked up her scent.

She could feel it wafting from her folds, her tail flagging above her hindquarters, beckoning him eagerly. Yes, come claim me, stamp out this awful heat! Her thoughts became singularly focused on one thing.

The bull started trotting over to the stable door, and this time when he nudged it with his stocky head, it swung open easily. She spotted the remaining pixies flitting back up into the air, high into the rafters of the barn as they giggled. But that didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was her rump rising higher, giving the bull a juicy view of herself.

Samson hesitated for a moment, intrigued by the cow before him but confused about where it had come from. There were no other cows in here earlier, he knew. And her coat was a bright, familiar shade…

But in the end, his primal urges won over as the sweet scent wafting through the air only drew him closer to this. He instinctively knew what that smell meant. A mate. He wasted no time in moving closer to her rear, sticking his face full on into her waiting snatch and allowing himself a few hungry licks as he let out a snort of approval.

Bessie could only squirm and mooooo in appreciation as his tongue teased the supple flesh of her folds, tasting her aching need. She knew what came next, her whole body cried out for it! A moment later, her desires were answered as the bull reared onto his hind legs, mounting her greedily as he shifted into position.

The weight on her back was immense, though her stocky body was more than able to support them both. Just had to shift a bit… she widened her stance, spreading her back legs a bit to support the weight and make herself an easier target. Find that hole already, I neeeeed it! Her mind was already begging, mooing needily for him to claim her.

She gasped as she finally felt his long cock come to life. He thrusted, forcing it to poke into her udder and jiggle the pink flesh in a miss. Another attempt - he pushed forward and slid his tool along her flank. She knew Samson was an inexperienced bull, and this was his first breeding season. The thought of being his first heifer conquered brought an incredible bubbly feeling over her mind.

On the third attempt, she finally felt the head of his dick line up with her waiting cunt, and a hard thrust shoved it deep inside her, filling her completely and forcing every other thought out of her mind.

“MMMOOOO!” she cried out in ecstasy, her mind flooding with desires to be pinned, to be bred, to be knocked up like the fat dairy cow she was. Her flanks jiggled as the bull adjusted his stance atop her back. Samson would make a mother out of her, and that thought was all-consuming to her tiny mind.

As he finally settled into place, the bull snorted a puff of hot air into the back of her neck, a silent order to stay put while he did his business. His hips started to move, dragging that beefy pole through her pussy and driving it deep inside, slapping her haunches with a wet plap on each thrust.

Fine with Bessie, she reasoned. Bessie was a good girl, obedient to her mate. She would take it all, grateful to be chosen by such a virile young bull. Their calves would be strong like their father.

Mate, moo, seed, calves, breeding, moo, panting, cock, thick, moo, her jumbled mind could only pick out scattered thoughts, all pointing back to her sole task. She kept her stance spread for easy access, like a good cow would.

Bessie was so caught up in the rough fucking she was getting, that she tuned out the giggles and tiny, high pitched moans of the pixies far above her in the rafters. The mischievous sprites celebrated their flawless victory over the pony, who was now exuding lustful energy in quantities they hadn’t seen in many moons.

They basked in the raw power pulsing outward, hands wandering to their privates, tongues dancing as they writhed in pleasure together. They would feast well and only grow in strength as they basked in the glow.

The pixie who had spoken to Bessie ground her hips into the mouth of the pixie below her, asserting her role as leader of the pack over her old commander. The submissive pixie accepted her new role easily, not that she had a choice. There would be no challenge to her might, and any pixie foolish enough to do so would face her new powers.

Her moans matched the mooing heifer far below them, their victim giving in to her new role with gusto. Ponies were so easy to manipulate, so willing to give themselves up to the pleasure of a new form. It was almost comically easy.

If her sisters were half as successful with their targets, this town would be a marvelous new hunting grounds for the swarm.

Her reverie was cut short by a thud at the large barn doors, shocking her out of her bliss as she turned to the group, hushing them quickly. The rattling continued for a moment before something large hit the ground outside, and the door swung open slowly.

“AJ? You still in here? Granny said you ain’t come back in,” the deep voice of a stallion rung through the air, as the large red male they’d seen on their flight came into view. He glanced at the door, scratching his head as if perplexed how the door had been locked tight if she were still in here.

“Hmm?” Big Macintosh said as he noticed the hulking form of Samson further inside, still bent over and thrusting into the cow beneath him as she mooed needily. “Samson?”

He frowned, starting to walk over to the bull. What was Samson doing out of his stable unsupervised? Applejack knew better than to leave the animals out; was she still around here somewhere?

“What’re ya…” Mac started to say before he rounded the corner, spotting the other beast currently pinned beneath the bull. A cow? Well, that explained why Samson was out of his pen… but, something didn’t sit right here. Cherry Blossom wasn’t supposed to be around with the heifer until later this afternoon. And he didn’t see her arrive on the farm…

Not to mention that this cow looked downright… abnormal. Its body was shorter than normal, its udder swung low and full like it hadn’t been milked in weeks, bouncing with each thrust from the stud. Its fur was a bright orange, much unlike any cow he’d seen before, and somehow… familiar…

He moved to the cow’s head, which was hanging low and submissive as she was bred. He placed his hands under her chin, lifting it slightly as her eyes fluttered open, gazing at him dully until a spark flashed across her face.

A spark of recognition shone across very familiar verdant green eyes.

His stomach dropped as the pieces fell into place.

“Apple... jack…?” Mac breathed, frozen in shock, his hands shaking as the cow that was unmistakably his sister let out a low moo in response.

And that’s when a crackle of magic rent the air, bolting from high in the rafters as it arced down and struck the stallion, who let out a single painful yell as he fell to the ground.

The chittering giggles of the pixies rang throughout the barn.