Foaldo

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Apple Bloom Doesn't Need These Adults
Okay She'd Rather Have Those Last Adults Than These
Somehow Apple Bloom's Day Gets Even Worse

Apple Bloom Doesn't Need These Adults

Though Big Macintosh and Braeburn had been boning since they were blank flanks, it’d never gotten out beyond rumors. Of course given how many rumors there were about incest in the Apple family, a rumor about cousins was the least of it, so their family assumed it was just as fake a rumor as any of the other false ones. Granted, Braeburn making a trip to Sweet Apple Acres on his birthday probably didn’t help the rumor, but Big Mac had a big surprise for him, and this time it wasn’t just his dick.

Braeburn had expressed to Mac some time ago that he’d love to feel something bigger than Mac inside him, which was no small feat. For some reason, Braeburn had latched onto the idea of Mac’s little sister Apple Bloom being the bigger thing he’d like forced into his behind. Despite being completely gay otherwise, he’d developed a specific hunger for the filly when watching her around the farm. After watching his poor cousin stare at her drooling for hours during the last visit, Mac had decided to do something about his lover’s need.

Of course normally this wouldn’t be possible as she was just a little too big compared to the largest things they’d managed to shove into Braeburn. But Mac had thought of a solution for that. Bloom regularly visited Zecora for potion training, but never got any better at it, leading to a rumor about them as well. If that were even a little true, Zecora would be plenty ‘familiar’ with Bloom’s body size, so Mac went to her. Though he had to pay quite a bit and promise not to reveal his source, she gave him a stretchy potion that would allow Bloom to compress and stretch enough to safely but snugly fit inside a pony’s posterior, at least one used to taking large objects.

He assured Zecora that it would be with Applebloom's permission. He lied. He shouldn't need her permission when asking her to help out a family member in need.

Mac did consider if he should ask Apple Bloom beforehoof at least, but had to admit surprising his own sister with a plan to ram her into his coltfriend’s tailhole was rather arousing by itself. Besides, she knew how important it was to help family, so he could be reasonably sure she’d never tell on him. And if anything, a rumor that he shoved his sister into his cousin’s ass would be so absurd that it’d cause people to put less credence in the other rumors about them. He wasn’t sure it was even rape since she’d be more of a toy than a participant; his rationalization was clearly flawless.

Braeburn had been overjoyed when he found out Mac’s plan, and as they rushed to Bloom’s room to nab her. Mac had trouble keeping up with the gleeful sprinting Braeburn, but both of their shafts were throbbing so hard that it’s a wonder they didn’t pass out from blood loss. She was easy enough to grab while sleeping, and she didn’t wake up atop her brother’s back until they were almost at the least-used barn where they usually did their lewd deeds.

“Wha?” Bloom said as she awoke with her brother rushing her to the barn. “Where we goin? Did somethin happen?”

“Oh something is gonna happen, cuz!” Braeburn carried the potion and the biggest grin Mac had ever seen on his face.

“Just need some help with something is all, sis,” Mac assured her, grinning almost as much.

“Uh, sure,” Bloom looked unsure as their creepy smiles were more often associated with free candy wagons than family, but nodded. She looked even less sure when they rushed into a dimly-lit barn and barred the door behind them. Even if she’d not believed them before, she’d definitely heard rumors involving this barn.

“W-wait… what kinda help you need exac-” Bloom started, only to squeak as her brother unceremoniously dropped her off his back. She then squealed when Braeburn grabbed her head and put a potion bottle to her muzzle, Mac forcing it open to forcefully dump it inside and make her swallow. Braeburn rammed the bottle tip directly into her throat to force her to guzzle it, and her panic quickly started to rise.

“Should we tie her up?” Mac asked, seeing no more reason to beat around the bush now that she couldn’t escape. Now they had to finish after all, to make sure she was too ashamed by the act to tell on them.

“Nah, I wanna feel her squirm!” Braeburn was shivering now with excitement, words breathy as his chest heaved. “I can’t believe we’re really doin’ this! It’s the best birthday gift ah could imagine! Um... just careful she doesn't touch me with 'er puss. I don't wanna do anything... straight."

“That’s disgustin’!” Bloom complained, being a drama queen about being drugged by her family, but had no idea how disgusting it would get. “Oh mah gah are yer dicks out? Lemme go! Ah don’t wanna be part of this!” She’d seen enough of their livestock with their dicks out to know where those went, and wanted no part of it.

She was dropped onto the floor again, and immediately darted for the door, as pointless as it was since Big Mac had moved the latch to make sure it was too high for a foal to reach. Big Mac easily grabbed her tail before she got too far and she spent some time running in place.

“Toys don’t have to wanna be part of it,” Braeburn licked his lips, still breathing heavily. “Maybe we should gag it until it quiets down… ah didn’t think to bring one though.”

“Oh I gotta gag right ‘ere between mah legs, eyup,” Mac yanked Bloom back between them. “Though first…”

Bloom shrieked as her big brother’s shaft smacked her face, laying across her muzzle, his musky scent invading her young nostrils. Despite the dangers of sticking it into an unwilling participants muzzle, he was confident that she wouldn’t hurt family, and even if she would, his thick shaft wouldn’t take too much damage from a foal’s teeth.

“First time ta lube up this foaldo!” Braeburn said. He talked about Bloom rather than at her now, because as far as both of them were concerned, she was a plaything rather than a pony during this.

Braeburn eagerly pulled out a large barrel, which Bloom recognized as an industrial-sized container of the lubrication they used for livestock breeding. It was very useful when a female they needed to breed or artificially inseminate was dry or not in the mood, and it was also the favorite choice for the gayest of stallions.

But of course Bloom wasn’t lubed up in that fashion. Instead, the two stallions picked her up in their hooves, working together to dunk her whole body in the open barrel. Her panicked shrieking was cut off as she sputtered and choked, her whole body and head held under a few long seconds to rub their hooves all over her, getting the slippery substance matted into her fur. Once it clung to her, it’d take quite a while to come off.

Bloom continued a more gurgly shrieking as she was allowed to surface, thrown roughly back to the barn floor like the object that she was. When Big Mac put his dick to her face again, she tried to push it away in a panic only for her hooves to glide off the sides. Her attempts did little more than stroke him and lube him up a bit as well.

Mac grabbed her midsection, squeezing her hard to keep the grip as she wheezed, then pushed his tip against her muzzle the next time she opened it to squeal. He wasn’t worried about her biting down, since she’d been raised to not hurt family. Mac had too, but clearly getting off was an acceptable exception, and they wouldn’t permanently damage her.

Braeburn giggled with enthusiasm, much like he did when Mac took him to Rarity’s underground sex shop for her selection of massive dildos. Bloom was slightly larger than those after all. He turned his eager ass around, spreading his hind legs and flagging his tail upwards.

Bloom continued to sputter and choke from her preparations only to have Mac’s now-lubricated cock shoved against her muzzle. Her jaw was forced open widely just from the tip, the blunt end pushing against her impossibly tight throat. Even though she didn’t try to outright bite him, his girth made it impossible not to feel her teeth, but somehow that only made it better. Trying to back away just resulted in her backing into one of Braeburn’s legs, eliciting a moan from her cousin at the touch of her drenched body against him.

Grasping Bloom in both hooves, he picked her up off the floor. He wedged his tip more securely in her gagging throat, holding her with one hoof as the other pulled one of her legs to Braeburn’s pucker, which flexed hungrily at the pressure.

When Bloom frantically tried to pull her leg away, Mac bent it back at the knee, eliciting a delightful squeal from the foal that shivered up through his shaft. The potion kept her leg from breaking, but it still hurt like crazy, so she ceased her resistance soon enough, the room filling with her titillating despair as she started to cry around the pole trying to invade her throat.

Braeburn couldn’t care less if she cried or hurt, because he couldn’t believe how turned on his was from this. He pressed his rear back more as Mac once again pressed her against him, this time pushing both of her hind hooves to his pucker at once. Two filly hooves weren’t even as girthy as Mac’s cock, so they pushed in easily enough. Bloom’s stomach heaved at the feel of the orifice slipping around her hooves, but the cork in her throat ensured she didn't vomit on the floor of the barn.

Though Bloom was fairly docile for fear of having her legs twisted again, she still writhed pleasantly, her hooves moving apart slightly as if to make it harder to push her in. That only served to allow the enticing aroma of Braeburn’s rectum upwards, fanned further by her twitching tail, allowing Mac to get a great big whiff of it.

Mac hadn’t been sold 100% on how fun involuntarily forcing one family member into another’s exit would be, until now at least. Bloom whimpered as Mac’s plug pulsed harder with arousal, her jaw creaking as it barely avoided popping out of joint. Mac went from somewhat reluctant to desperate to shove her deeper inside; he’d get her in there at all costs! He felt her throat convulsing against his spire, realizing that she was attempting to vomit, and her disgusted humiliation drove him further. If she was this sickened with just her hooves inside, think of what it’d be like for her when she was fully encased in ass flesh!

His intense desire to ram her into his cousin’s asshole overrode any concern for her safety, so it was a good thing that she had that potion in her and wasn’t able to throw it up. Though the effects of the potion weren’t largely visible until he rammed her with all his full strength, the same massive power that could have downed an average tree in a single buck.

Her throat gave to his prodding finally, her front legs flailing as her neck stretched out from the width, stuffing her sickness back into her belly. His strokes didn’t stop, moving back until he was still barely encased in her throat, then ramming back fully into her gut, body bloating all the way to her belly. If the other lewdness wasn’t enough, throat-raping his underage sister definitely sent it beyond arousing.

At the same time, her legs pushed in easily up to her hips, which compressed visibly when his widening behind slowly slid further up her body like a snake swallowing its prey. Mac never realized how incredibly hot she was until he saw the degraded twitching of those hips as she sank deeper.

Braeburn got even more of a royal treatment though, because Bloom couldn’t help but buck her tiny legs within him. The slimy fluid that covered her kept her from getting any leverage, not to mention that her limbs bent more than usual due to the spell. Braeburn’s keister had only ever given passage to his shit and Mac’s wang, but the more of the foal slid into him, the more he knew that Bloom belonged there just as much, maybe more.

Though the potion somehow managed to get enough air to Bloom to keep her conscious, the filly felt like she was suffocating, and started to think that she might not survive the experience. Her panic swelled up further, front legs lashing out but only managing to pleasantly juggle her brother’s hefty ball sack. Her flexible body was pushed outward by the thick dick even as it was compressed by Braeburn’s ass on the other side, finally meeting in the middle. Mac was effectively fucking Braeburn with Bloom as his condom now as her body was compressed more thinly.

She stung all over, more and more as her meat and organs were condensed. Her lungs could only take tiny breaths, lending to the feeling of asphyxiation as her face started to turn blue. However all that physical discomfort was drowned out further by the pure disgrace. Two of the ponies she trusted most were defiling her in equally grotesque manners, leaving her nothing but a sobbing well-stretched mess between them. To them she was just a long slab of meat with holes in it, the only purpose of her being alive at all was so she could squirm to make her distress more arousing for them.

Usually Big Mac couldn’t have gotten any deeper without fatally stirring up Bloom’s guts, but the potion did its job well enough that he pushed into her throat past the ridge and almost to his sack, close enough that each powerful shove smacking her distended neck with his heavy balls, each almost the same size as her head. He clenched his teeth as he felt her body compress more, Braeburn’s ass moving up around her waist and moving over her chest. The combination of Mac and Bloom’s body were more than Braeburn intended to take, but he didn’t seem to mind at all.

Braeburn was so into it though that he barely even registered that Mac’s dick was part of the stretch. All he knew is that his own bowels felt heavenly as her distorted body pushed deeper inside. He couldn’t believe how much, even more than he imagined it would. It was like destiny, like his rear was created to perfectly fit Bloom. Not just any foal, only Bloom would do from now on.

Mac looked down at Applebloom, who looked back up at him with pleading eyes. The nausea on her pleading face was delightful, mixed with an abject terror that showed she really expected to die from this, but Mac would trust Zecora’s assurance that she had well over a 40% chance of surviving it.

It was so very wrong to see his favorite asshole stretched all the way up to her neck as Braeburn’s body bloated from the penetration, her form twisted inside him uncomfortably to fit within his curving digestive track. She continued to struggle, nothing but her head and front hooves outside now as she gagged violently on the dick.

As he went deeper though, he didn’t seem to get quite as far into her body with his cock, getting squeezed out by the intense pressure within. Seeing the ass flex made him think more about what butts were for, and the more he thought about it the more sinful and arousing this act felt. He couldn’t imagine why it took him this long to start raping his little sister, but she could be sure he’d never stop now. In fact when she got big enough that Braeburn couldn’t fit her anymore, maybe he’d consider borrowing one of Trixie’s manticores to fit her into one of their asses instead.

But as for Braeburn, he was now certain that the filly belonged in his ass more than anywhere else. It never even occurred to him that she might ever be too big, because he’d use any dark magic or potion he could to make sure she always did. It wasn’t just that it was a foal, but that it was Bloom herself. He couldn’t himself explain his obsession with her, but he knew that even if he thought she was too big and he might die from it, he’d still do it just to feel her inside him one more time.

Finally Bloom’s chin pushed against Braeburn’s pucker as only head head remained outside. Mac only needed the impact of his own hips to force her deeper, but even with that it was slow going as tightly packed as she was. She could feel her tremble against him still, looking down at her pleading wet eyes. The abject horror of what was happening was clear, it was so very wrong, but every second of looking at it just made Mac want to drive his hips harder.

Without the potion, he might very well have broken her neck with how hard he slammed into her now. As the rest of her head popped inside, fully immersing her in the stinking flesh within, Braeburn’s eyes rolled back in a seizure of pleasure. Feeling the perfect ass-object snap into place within him, he couldn’t hold himself a second longer, and exploded a thick stream of seed onto the barn floor beneath him.

Mac had to hold Braeburn more tightly as the floor became slippery beneath them, but groaned as the intense ripples within him translated right through Applebloom and into his cock. Bloom was still going deeper, sucked in by the eager hole, and Mac exploded himself just as her muzzle was about to be pulled completely off his shaft. He felt her desperate breathing before her muzzle was flooded with her own brother’s seed, gagging violently as she was asphyxiated by his thick spunk.

He’d exploded in his cousin and lover hundreds of time, but this was the most intense ever. Mac began to realize as Braeburn had what a perfect little foaldo his sister had. It was a pity that he hadn’t realized this earlier, because he could have helped her get her cutie mark in it.

Bloom struggled until her suffocation caused her to weaken. Though she had accepted her own demise at that point, Braeburn relaxed as well when both males were done getting off with their new toy. When Big Mac withdrew from Braeburn’s gaping ass and a waterfall of fresh seed splattered down his hind legs onto the floor, Bloom found herself sliding free.

She gasped for fresher air as her muzzle poked back out. The thick lubrication still stuck to her body, even if it’d adopted a browner shade at this point, and her body began to squeeze out much faster than it’d squeezed in. The sobbing foal plopped into the floor like the turd she was, laying limp and seeming to just hope that it was all over.

“That was incredible!” Braeburn panted. “Time for yer ass too?”

“Better believe it!” Mac grinned. “Push ‘er in head-first this time. I ate enough gassy food earlier she can probably still breathe.”

“What, no!” Bloom gagged desperately. “Why would you think ah’d be okay breathin’-”

Mac turned around, stepping on their toy’s muzzle to silence her when she rudely interrupted their conversation. Clearly the school had poisoned her mind with accurate biology lessons.

“Well okay,” panted Braeburn. “Just don’t expect me to touch its… filly hole.” He said as if afraid to say the actual forbidden word. “Ya know as perfect as it is for my ass, it’s too bad this toy isn’t colt-shaped instead of filly-shaped.”

“It’s just a toy,” Mac shrugged. “Just stay in the hole you like either way, but get ‘er in mah exit!”

“Wait, wait!” Bloom said again as Breaburn picked up her weakened body and dunked her into the lubrication again. “Ah feel different, ah think maybe the potion is wearing of-” Her words were stopped again, this time by gurgling sounds as her head went under the fluid again.

Mac grinned, bracing himself and spreading his legs wide as Braeburn pulled their toy back out of the fluid, freshly lubricated over the layer of brown sticky lubrication beneath. She sobbed anew as Braeburn sat up on his haunches and nestled his still solid shaft against her tailhole, very careful not to slip and touch the more grotesque and unnatural hole beneath it.

“Ah dun wanna die in mah brother’s asshole!” Bloom complained like a little brat as Braeburn carefully lined her up to stare Mac in the pucker. Mac was already shivering just at the sound of her crying behind him, both surprised and delighted at how arousing her despair was as she pleasured them through her torment.

Bloom gave up the begging as her muzzle was pushed firmly against him, but didn’t stop her struggling limbs as her hooves slipped about on Mac’s behind to try to push herself away from him. She tried kicking at his sack too, but her puny foal hooves just served to arouse him further, his ass tensing and relaxing like a throat swallowing at her.

Her crying was muffled when Braeburn mounted up his lover and shoved her face-first inside. Luckily for her, the potions effects didn’t wear off completely, so her face compressed enough that she was still able to get a bit of air to stay conscious. Or maybe that was unlucky?

Mac’s asshole was larger than Braeburn’s, and might could have forced in Bloom even without the potion, but that didn’t stop him from immediately understanding Braeburn’s strange obsession as his ring began to stretch around her face. He pushed backwards against Braeburn, wanting nothing more than to both feel what he’d felt and to shame his precious sister more. She’d never forget this, and his mere presence would remind her of the demeaning experience, making her a delight to be around.

Since she went in head-first, Mac got a series of shivers from her sobbing that Braeburn hadn’t, feeling more like a vibrating toy. His anus snapped tightly around her throat, then once again forced open slowly as it stretched for her shoulders.

Bloom’s tailhole was far harder to pry open than her muzzle had been of course, and to this point Braeburn still hadn’t properly penetrated the delicious cake of her underage ass. When he finally broke that threshold, he nearly passed out himself with bliss from the impossible clamp of her behind around him. Who could have imagined that she’d feel as perfect inside as she did inside him?

She was less enthused about penis piercing her posterior. Her somewhat organized kicking became spasms, all four legs thrashing about, her whole body convulsing visibly. She somehow managed to get enough air in her lungs to scream, the muffled shriek causing Big Mac to moan intensely as well, his whole body shaking as his legs almost gave out from bliss.

There was no mercy though; she was only a plaything after all. Braeburn only pounded harder, grasping her body to help shove her deeper as the warmth spread down over her shoulders and her front legs started to be pinned to her sides. Now that she’d passed over a wider part of her body, she slid in much more easily, her squalling head pushed around the bend as her body went deeper.

“It complains a lot,” Braeburn commented. “It should be thankful it still has its virginity, or at least one of them.”

“Well not gonna take care of that mahself,” panted Mac. “Though maybe ah’ll find a straight stallion willing to fuck it into a mare’s ass later.” If only to make sure to keep piling on the humiliation.

Somehow Braeburn got most of his cock inside the foal’s hole, enough stretchiness remaining to sheath him. Once he ran out of dick, hips hips bounded harder as his balls slapped her dry unwilling puss. She was shoved in more with each movement, all the way to her hips.

One would have thought that once they got to her hips, it’d be even easier to go over the final stretch, but it seemed the potion was wearing off faster now. Braeburn had to renew his efforts, with Mac pressing back hard in return, sweaty bodies forcing their way closer with every ounce of their strength. Both the intense pressure within and the dampened effect began to slowly push Braeburn from her asshole as well.

But they were determined not to stop. His little doll belonged inside a well-stretched digestive tract, and they’d waste no energy forcing her into another. They’d definitely have to buy those potions by the 12-pack next time, maybe even pass her around ass to ass at the next Apple family reunion.

Bloom renewed her begging, though too muffled to hear, as she felt the potion wearing off more. All that was sticking out of her brother now was her flailing hind legs as Braeburn simultaneously pumped her and her brother’s ass.

Somehow she was still moving and didn’t seem to be suffocating entirely, so maybe what Mac said about being a bit gassy was working. Though having to breathe in the stench from within didn’t help the indignity of it all, the foal’s mortification at what she was being forced to do more intense than the pain in her well-fucked tailhole could ever be.

Much as Braeburn’s had done, Big Mac’s asshole began to slurp her in, but it was no easy task as the potion had almost worn off completely. Braeburn couldn’t fail in this though, he wanted every bit of her from nose to hoof inside Mac; he just couldn’t get over how cute it’d be to have her fully submerged into her own brother’s asshole.

Braeburn’s own cognitive dissonance drove him forward too, the contradiction of him being completely gay yet wanting to ram an adorable filly almost angering him. It was an anger that could only be solved by completing this holy task.

Big Mac came every bit as hard as Braeburn had, expelling a load into the cooling layer of Braeburn’s seed on the floor and sending a second wave of fluid spreading outward. His ass sucked the last bit of Bloom’s body, her thrashing hoofs slurped inside as the anal ring clamped around Braeburn’s shaft.

Once again, just before the cock left the filly’s hole, it came hard as well. Bloom’s struggles renewed as she felt the flesh cave grow tighter from her own belly expanding from the seed filling her interior. She kept waiting for it to stop, but it just wouldn’t, eventually going so far that she vomited out part of the load as Braeburn was finally tapering off his orgasmic bliss at her expense.

“How is this so hot?” Braeburn screamed, having never felt such bliss before, both from having her inside him and forcing her into another. He knew for certain that they would do this every time he visited now, he’d insist on it! The idea of Applebloom dreading his visits for the distress that came with them made it even more arousing to him.

Braeburn tugged his shaft back finally, popping free from the child inside and then slowly slurping out of Mac’s posterior as well. However, unlike last time, Applebloom didn’t follow. Mac’s body remained bloated as it had been previously. After a few seconds of waiting, the two stallions exchanged a slightly awkward glanced.

“Ah thank it wore off completely,” Mac admitted.

“Ya think?!” Bloom shouted from inside. “Get me outta here! Ah can’t survive on your stinkin’ methane fer long!”

Big Mac squeezed as hard as he could, trying to force her out, but the constipation of having a unmagicked foal lodged inside his intestinal tract was too much; she obviously wasn’t going anywhere without more magic.

“Uh, well,” Braeburn suggested. “We could have you drink a potion; would it get to her eventually?”

“Can’t wait that long,” Mac said. “Granny and AJ can’t see me like this.”

“Twilight kin teleport me out!” Applebloom shouted from within.

“Nah, she’ll just scold me,” Mac rolled his eyes, knowing how unreasonable Twilight would be just because he and Braeburn raped Bloom and shoved her into their assholes for pleasure. “Maybe Starlight, she’s pretty bucked up so prolly wouldn’t much care.”

“Oh right,” Braeburn nodded as he dismounted. “And if ah ‘member right, her marefriend does this trick during her show where she’s shot out of a canon into a manticore’s ass, so they probably get into all sorts of posterior play. “Let’s wobble over to the school and go get ‘er.”

In hindsight, it probably wasn’t the best idea to hobble through town all the way to the school with Mac’s gut swollen like that. Braeburn probably should have just gone and got Starlight, but it was too late now. At least they’d made it to Starlight’s office, though so far all that had happened was Starlight and Trixie were rolling around on the floor laughing at them.

“Stop laughin’ and get me out!” Applebloom shrieked from within. “Ah’m gettin’ dizzy and about ta pass out!”

“Fine, fine,” Starlight snorted, her horn lighting up and effortlessly yanking the well-lubricated filly out of Big Mac.

As the pressure disappeared, Mac’s body imploded back into a more sane position, and the intense change of pressure sent him into another sudden climax. Starlight’s floor was hosed down much as the barn had been, with both the mares suddenly rolling away to avoid getting any of the stallion juice on their bodies. They were just as ultra-mega-gay as Mac and Braeburn after all.

“Ah that was good,” Mac shivered, looking over at Bloom, who was curled up on the floor sobbing again.

“Ah dun wanna go home!” Applebloom shook her head frantically.

“I think she’s right,” Trixie stood up, almost purring as she stood. “We should keep her here for the night… to um… protect her.”

“Yes, I think you’re right,” said Starlight, casually teleporting Mac’s cum from the floor and into Twilight’s office next door.

“Oh thank you!” Applebloom cried. “Thanks fer savin’ me from…” She paused as she looked at Starlight and Trixie, who were both licking their lips at her. “Uh… ya’ll are keeping me here to protect me… right?... RIGHT?!”

Okay She'd Rather Have Those Last Adults Than These

Applebloom was thankful the stallions left, but sitting in a corner with both mares licking their lips at her was unnerving. They didn’t answer if they were protecting her.

“So, are you going to turn your family in?” Trixie asked curiously.

“Prolly not,” Applebloom sighed, too ashamed of what had happened to let it become public.

“Good,” Trixie licked her lips again, which caught Applebloom off guard. She’d thought Trixie was about to try and convince her to do so.

“There’s no reason to worry about that,” Starlight scoffed. “She knows we’ll melt her brain if she tells on us.”

“Tell… on you?” Applebloom whimpered.

“This is an opportunity,” Starlight ignored Applebloom. “It’s own family is okay with this, so there shouldn’t be repercussions.”

“Indeed,” nodded Trixie, “Besides, it has a tiny mud brain. We shouldn’t feel guilty for traumatizing it when it doesn’t have real emotions.”

“Hay!” Applebloom protested, horrified that they were serious. “A-ah do have feelin’s, and I’m really scared, so please… lemme go, okay?”

“Of course you can watch, Phyllis!” Starlight smiled brightly, dragging her potted plant Philodendron over from beside her desk. She winked at Trixie. “This slut loves to watch foal rape.”

“Too bad my cannon Mareblaster is on a date with Pinkie’s party cannon, or I’d invite her over too,” Trixie noted, picking up a bowl from Starlight’s desk with telekinesis and munching on the hard cereal-like bits inside.

“No, Phyllis, we can’t snuff every pony we rape,” Starlight chuckled at the plant. “Twilight will only forgive so much even if I sing songs at her. Besides, Bloom’s loser mom was eaten by timberwolves so can’t pop out replacements.”

Applebloom’s eyes widened as she wondered how often this happened. She was too afraid to respond to the comment about her mother, as much as it stung, so eyed the door. They were clearly crazier than the average unicorn maniac, but she’d never get to the door with two unicorns watching her.

“Want some grinded pony hooves?” Trixie offered Applebloom some of what she was eating. “I know muddies don’t have souls, but I feel bad looking at your dumb face.”

“W-what? No!” Applebloom backed herself against a wall.

“Rude!” Starlight creased her eyebrows at Applebloom. “Didn’t your parents teach you to accept hospitality before they died meaningless deaths?” She looked at Trixie. “Let’s get to molesting before it dies of its own stupidity.” She felt no need to pretend to like hornless freaks in private.

“You’re such a filly fooler,” chuckled Trixie affectionately.

“Of course I am,” Starlight rolled her eyes. “Why else would I pretend to reform and accept a lame-ass job as school counselor?”

Starlight grasped Applebloom in her magic, cleaning her fur of stallion cum and feces, lest she feel slightly straight by touching stallion juice. Applebloom squirmed, then squealed when the magic stung intensely all over. She cried as she felt her fur and flesh grow soggy.

“Ah dun wanna melt!” Applebloom begged.

“Her crying is hot,” observed Trixie.

“Calm down,” Starlight scoffed. “I’m just lubricating you more efficiently. No compression spell for you, though. I’ll cast one on us but I don’t want to risk you being comfortable.”

“Y-yer gonna shove me in yer butts?” Applebloom sobbed, the spell leaving a dull toothache-like pain all over her. She finally screamed towards the door. “Somepony help me!”

“Don’t be stupid,” Trixie grunted, idly masturbating at Applebloom’s crying. “Nopony cares if they hear you scream, and Trixie wants you in her dyke cunt.” There was a silence bubble around the room thanks to their tendency towards loud sex, but it was fun to let Applebloom think it was because no one loved her.

“You don’t be stupid, cunt,” Starlight said to Trixie. “I use the foaldo first.”

Starlight dragged Applebloom to Trixie with her magic as the foal ran in place. She purred as she lay on her back next to Phyllis, spreading out her hooves, which twitched in anticipation as Applebloom’s sobbing washed over her. Her pussy churned with the thought of betraying somepony that trusted her to save them.

Trixie telekinetically grasped Applebloom, which was all she needed, but came close to wrap her hooves around her as well, feeling the warm slimy surface against her as she forced the struggling foal towards the waiting orifice. She tried to pull Bloom’s legs together to push her in hind-hooves first, but Applebloom continued to thrash, the lubrication making it harder, if more pleasurable, to hold her writhing body.

Kissing the foal, Trixie used her magic to blast magic into Applebloom through her muzzle. The foal tensed at the shock running through her, convulsing and unable to move. While she was disabled, Trixie grasped Bloom’s hind legs in her magic, twisting them around like a bread tie. The foal squealed as one of her knees cracked under the intense pressure.

Applebloom shrieked, eyes wide in the realization that these two were even more sadistic than her brother and cousin. Realizing they wouldn’t hesitate to maim her, she held as still as possible, sobbing, “Ah’m cooperatin’ please!”

“Was that so hard?” Trixie said smugly, but didn’t untwist the legs while pushing Bloom’s hooves against Starlight’s pulsating passage. The moist lips popped over her hooves easily, stretching before clamping down, keeping the legs in the agonizing position before slowly sucking her in.

Starlight sat up to get a better look at Applebloom’s face, savoring the humiliation and fear as much as the stretch of her passage as her vulva worked its way up Bloom’s hind legs. She flexed her hips and rolled them against the foal being pushed into her, sliding a hoof down to rub against the filly’s slit.

Trixie zapped Applebloom again to intensify her sobbing, then bit her nose, leaving scratches with her tack-like teeth before pulling back. The small relief was short lived as Trixie sat up on her haunches, pushing her pussy against Applebloom’s face. Trixie growled at her. “Lick, muddy, before I play twist-her some more.”

Applebloom wretched, almost vomiting as the soggy hole was shoved into her face, but did as commanded, shivering as she lapped her tongue awkwardly against Trixie’s pussy. She felt Starlight’s tunnel pulse over her legs as she wrapped around Applebloom’s hips, expanding slowly before finally popping over the hump and more quickly slithering over her waist.

Her lower body felt like it was immersed in warm pudding, except that said pudding undulated around her as she was dragged further. While it didn’t smell as bad as somepony’s rear, it definitely felt grosser, and the way her enchanted soggy skin slurped against the inner tissue made it even worse.

Bloom’s face was slathered in pussy juice, slime coating her face as she looked up with cloudy, stinging eyes. Trixie grinned at her sadistically, savoring her shame, her pussy throbbing with the friction against the young face. Just when Applebloom thought it couldn’t get worse, Trixie panted. “Gotta pee…”

“You’re rubbing off on a toilet, just go there,” Starlight groaned as her thighs slurped Applebloom up to the chest, slowly expanding her vulva over her shoulders. Her tunnel convulsed more as her voice went higher, pushing herself towards orgasmic bliss around the foaldo. It strained even the unbroken bones as Starlight’s insides compressed.

Applebloom sobbed louder, certain someone could hear her through the door as that hall was always busy, but no one came. Maybe she really was worthless and unloved by the students here. When Trixie forced her muzzle open and let out a stream of urine, Applebloom just swallowed it down like a good toilet, the abasement slowly breaking her, sending her into a spiral of self-hatred.

“Look at her guzzle, dirt ponies really are filthy,” Starlight moaned, then leaned over to bite a leaf off Phyllis, tearing it free then grinning at the plant. “You like watching, don’t you Phyllis, you cucked slut.”

“Why do dirt ponies even exist? We do everything better than them,” Trixie said, still grinning wickedly. “This thing is even more worthless than its moronic parents. They’d be so ashamed, if they weren’t rotten timberwolf shit already. It was a fate more dignified than deserved. Mmmph…”

Trixie’s pussy convulsed against her, splattering it with pussy juice in addition to the streaming urine. As Starlight’s still-climaxing pussy lips slipped around Bloom’s neck and tightened, Applebloom could no longer swallow, so her muzzle filled before Trixie urinated in her eyes instead. Applebloom just stared as the stinging fluid poured over her open eyes, too broken to react properly.

Applebloom was somewhat thankful when Starlight encompassed her head. It felt gross on her piss-stained face, but at least their lewd moans were muffled for her now. Her broken legs popped through Starlight’s cervix and pushed into her womb, which stretched out to accommodate the foal fucked deeply into her. As the pressure released, she was sucked in faster, and actively tried to back into it, gagging on the flood of pussy juice in Starlight’s fuck tunnel.

“This is so hot!” Starlight’s muffled voice from outside said. “Trixie, finish pissing on Phyllis then grind on her pot!”

“Why?” snorted Trixie.

“Because otherwise I’ll kick you out,” Starlight growled. “And you’ll commit suicide by manticore like the disgrace you are. Now hurry up and make out with the plant I love more than you.”

“S-sorry,” Trixie was easily cowed. She finished relieving herself into the pot and then lapped at the leaves as she grinded her hips against the cold, hard pot’s surface.

“That’s right, sluts,” Starlight groaned at Trixie and Phyllis. “I’m gonna cum all over you so you dare not defy my power again.”

Wait. Starlight hadn’t fully orgasmed yet? That meant the near bone-crushing pressure Bloom felt up until then wasn’t as far as things could go. In a panic, she struggled to get her head out of the tunnel and into the womb, attempting to pull it apart with her forelegs also stuck there. She almost passed out from oxygen deprivation, but finally popped her head out where there was a little bit of air, even if it smelled like rancid fish.

Her front legs however were still inside the tunnel when Starlight suddenly went off, and Applebloom wailed as they were crushed with intense pressure. The scream of the foal inside her made Starlight cum harder, the clenched tunnel like a steel vice. Applebloom heard, and felt, her bones crack several times before the convulsions of agony finally stopped and the filly could pull her mangled limbs into the womb with the rest of her, curling up and sobbing anew.

“You know what?” Starlight said, resting a hoof on her squirming belly and watching Trixie kissing her plant. “I bet those faggots didn’t devirginize her… time for a cock spell.”

“What? No!” Applebloom shrieked. Were they really going to take the last bit of dignity she had?

The two laughed at her muffled response, as Starlight’s body convulsed to push her back out. Despite the discomfort of the repulsive flesh prison, Applebloom tried her best to stay there. She clung weakly with her broken hooves to the edge, but only hurt them more as she was sucked back through the cervix

Applebloom could only gag for air again as the cervix snatched her by the head and squeezed until she feared her skull might crack. As she struggled, Starlight gave a telekinetic yank, shuddering in pleasure as the foal was ejected head first onto the floor. The crying filly slammed into the hard surface before curling up to weep, their amused laughter echoing in her head.

It was one horror and humiliation after another as Starlight’s horn glowed brighter and her clit swelled grotesquely, forming a pulsating member, as big as Bloom’s brother but looking much different. It was ridged, barbed, and knotted. Being a farm filly, Bloom had seen plenty of animals do it, so knew all the weird features animal dicks could have. The one that flopped out and smacked her moist behind had all of them.

“Ya gotta be kiddin me…” gasped Applebloom. “T-that won’t fit! At least do another stretchy spell on me!”

“I want to feel its pelvis crack,” grinned Starlight, stroking herself off. “Then it can be even more of a cripple like that featherbrain it hangs out with.”

“If it can’t work, its family may kick its useless plot out,” pondered Trixie. “That would be hot. Seriously, that’s one of Trixie’s fetishes.”

“Shut up, simp,” Starlight told Trixie. “I know you prefer to be the one inside, but I’m fucking it into you. Don’t worry, I’ll cast less stretch magic on you so it’ll still hurt.”

“Trixie looks forward to suffering for you,” Trixie giggled, turning her bottom around towards Starlight. “And more to the suffering of the inferior inside her.”

Applebloom tried to crawl away in a panic, but all four of her knees had been shattered from the treatment. She tried to use the shattered limbs as the pain coursed through her, but Starlight was all over her like covid on an anti-vax parade.

Starlight grasped her in both front hooves, not needing magic to hold the squirming filly. She moaned as she held Applebloom closer to her to feel her writhing, pushing her wicked tip against her virgin entrance.

“Nothing like ravaging an unwilling hole a third my age,” moaned Starlight as she pressed her tip more firmly.

It would have taken longer, but Starlight used telekinesis to pry open the foal’s snatch, stretching it over her tip, then shoved as hard as she could. Applebloom shrieked, eyes wide as her hymen was torn through without regard. Starlight didn’t care if she hurt the foal, in fact she relished the chance to torture an inferior species for her own pleasure. It fondly reminded her of the mud pony toys she had as a foal.

Applebloom’s shriek was muffled as her head was pressed against Trixie’s pussy again, bubbles forming in her fluids as Bloom’s muzzle slid into her greasy twat. Trixie rolled her eyes back, pressing her rump against the pussy massage as she stretched over the sobbing eyes of the desperate foal. Once her muzzle and nose were inside, Applebloom realized it had been a bad idea to scream, as she’d expelled all her air, and now she was gargling fresh pussy juice without a bit of oxygen.

Not that she could hold her breath anyway as the pressure built within her own passage. Starlight groaned as Bloom’s pussy compressed around her dick, but forced it deeper into the foal-light, then groaning at the sharp crack of the foal’s pelvic bone splitting in two from the pressure, starting as a painful crack and then expanding slowly with each thrust into an agonizing split until it outright snapped into two, sending her hind legs into a fit of shivers as she lost all control.

As the ridges snapped against her bleeding cunt lips, Applebloom went from resisting the entrance to desperately trying to get inside Trixie. She shoved her front hooves inside the best she could, letting them get sucked into the convulsions, and squirmed like a snake slithering through thick mud as she desperately pushed harder. Fortunately it wasn’t too hard as Starlight’s thrusting bottomed out against her cervix and shoved her forward with the excess force.

Applebloom felt dizzy with pain and lack of air, her whole body still burning with humiliation and stabbing pain as her underage hole grotesquely stretched over the magical cock. If the torment didn’t feel so real, she’d be sure she was dreaming. She pushed herself forward, feeling Trixie’s tight lips stretch over her shoulders and down over her chest as it quickly slid to her belly. She felt like she’d soon get away, but the progress stopped when the lips got to her hips, which were expanded unnaturally by the counselor's rape-stick.

The foal’s muzzle pushed through Trixie’s cervix and breathed the rancid air, but still got more fluid in her lungs than not, gagging violently as she strained to pry it open more with her shattered limbs. She felt her own cervix give, Starlight’s shaft forcing its way into her immature womb and slamming at the back wall, slamming as hard as she could, taking long deep strokes to make sure every ridge popped against Bloom’s torn lips.

Thanks to Trixie’s snatch not being able to get around Applebloom’s unnaturally expanded hips, Starlight was able to force her full knot inside, groaning as she was locked inside and her cock exploded in jets of thick sperm inside Bloom. It felt to both of them like Applebloom’s womb might burst from the influx of fluid.

“Such despair and degradation,” moaned Starlight as she came, pushing as tightly as she could against Applebloom, who was now convulsing within Trixie and around Starlight. “Fuck, there’s nothing sexier than putting a foal through this kind of trauma… to know her fragile little mind will be ruined irreparably… how she’ll never be able to enjoy normal sex.”

“Fucking hoooot!” Trixie agreed as she came as well from the masochistic pleasure of having a foal forced into her, feeling like giving birth in reverse to a triple-sized fetus. She couldn’t stop cumming as her mistress put her and their victim through so much delicious agony. “In a perfect world, this is what all muddies would be used for!”

Applebloom was convinced that it couldn’t ever get worse than this. The only thing that saved her from being completely torn apart by Starlight’s shaft was as the cum expanded her gut, it stretched Trixie’s pussy lips as well, and finally they popped over her hips and allowed her deeper.

Now not even Starlight’s thick knot could keep her attached as she blasted forward into Trixie’s womb, rocketed into the new flesh prison as she was yanked free of the shaft. Her shattered pelvis hurt even worse as it was compressed within the tight passage further, torn bond grinding together, but soon was expelled into the womb with the rest of her thrashing body.

Applebloom’s desperate gasps for disgusting air were short-lived as Starlight’s cum rapidly filled Trixie’s womb. Magical spunk rose in the passage, Applebloom weakly trying to keep her muzzle above the surface, but her whole body rebelled in agony at every movement she tried to make, and soon she found herself breathing a thick lungful of Starlight’s hot sperm. She could hear them laughing outside at the gurgling pleas that the filly made from within.

She probably shouldn’t have feared death at that point, but still found terror welling up inside of her at the prospect. Applejack had always told her she’d go to the deepest pit of Tartarus if she had premarital sex, and hadn’t said anything about it having to be consensual, so Applebloom was sure when she died, she’d end up there.

The filly saw a light at the end of a slimy tunnel, and she thought she’d died for sure, but it was actually Starlight using telekinesis to yank her head-first back through the passage to the outside. When she neared the exit, Starlight shoved her own head into Trixie to grab Bloom’s face in her tack-teeth by the face, yanking her back violently. Applebloom squeaked at the feel of the teeth, like rusty nails sinking into her face, and desperately hoped they were done with her broken body.

As Applebloom vomited cum all over the floor so she could take a breath, their laughter rang out above her. How could two ponies she thought would never hurt her do this? Were all the kindest adults actually torturing foals in private?

“There you are, you worthless sack of rotten sardine-smelling apples,” Starlight laughed as only Applebloom’s head had emerged. “Celestia… the humiliation on your face is delicious, it’s making me horny all over again.”

“Mmm,” Trixie moaned, arching her back and shivering as she looked under herself at Applebloom. “Just look at that broken stare… I haven’t seen that beautiful glazed expression since we made use of that lost filly guide. We won’t get in trouble for this one though will we?”

“It’ll be fine,” Starlight stroked Applebloom’s sagging face with mocking gentleness. “No one will believe a poor sack of dirt over Twilight’s faithful student. At worst this thing will do the world and its family a favor by killing itself.”

“Twilight, help!” Applebloom shrieked when her lungs were finally emptied, reminded that Twilight’s office was next door. Her only hope now was for Twilight to hear and come for her; that was the one pony Applebloom could trust completely to rescue her!

“Let’s put that bawling muzzle to good use, mud dildo,” Starlight smirked.

Before Applebloom slid out any further, Starlight turned and pressed her own waiting pussy against Applebloom’s head. The foal tried to turn away, but it was useless as it just slurped over the side of her head as she wailed for help and soon muffled her cries once again with the tight stretch of wet flesh.

“Consider yourself lucky,” Trixie shivered as she pressed back against Starlight. “You’re going to be a double dildo for the two hottest dykes in Equestria.”

“The second and third hottest,” Starlight corrected her. “Don’t even pretend we’re hotter than Phyllis.”

“Hmmph,” said Trixie. “Second and fourth then, because you’re nowhere near as hot as my manticore. Your small-ass pussy won’t even fit me inside without magic.”

The two growled at each other, but that didn’t stop their play. They lay on their sides, scissoring together as they undulated their hips. Applebloom felt her battered body pushed from Trixie into Starlight, the grotesque slurp filling the room before only her shattered hips were inside Trixie, only to be forced back in the other direction. She was sloshed back and forth, feeling her air cut off again as she couldn’t get deep enough into Starlight to take in the putrid air she’d put in her womb. She couldn’t stop herself from trying to breathe though and ended up getting another lung-full, this time of thick stinging pussy juice.

“Better satisfy us or we’ll go for your little friends next!” Trixie warned. “Trixie wouldn’t normally torture the unicorn one, but she deserves it for being such close friends with dirt and feathers.”

Even as she suffocated, Applebloom did her best to follow the order, terrified of her best friends suffering the same humiliation and agony. There was little she could do though, her limbs wrenched and swollen beyond use as jagged bone poked through her flesh. She writhed harder though, weakly reaching out her tongue to lap at the sticky walls within Starlight’s passage in an effort to get her off faster. Maybe then at least it’d be over.

“Perfect,” Starlight groaned as they undulated their hips together, both bellies swollen with the bulge of Applebloom shifting back and forth between them.

The two mares orgasmed intensely together, Applebloom’s disgrace driving them harder over the edge than before. Suddenly the filly’s body was trapped inside twin vices with nowhere to let out the pressure. She had thought it couldn’t hurt worse, but as her rib cage collapsed and her shattered ribs tore through her organs, she was proven woefully wrong. She tried to unleash one final scream, but there was no air to do so as her dizzy head was crushed beneath the pressure.

The crush of her body sounded like a pile of brittle branches being snapped in two beneath all the soggy wetness of the lewd act. She felt as if every bone in her body had been destroyed at once as the mares’ orgasmic bliss flowed over her. Finally even her head gave, the loud crack of her skull the last thing the foal heard before her brain was crushed, oozing out from the shattered brain casing as her life was violently ended.

“Fuck that was hot…” Trixie moaned as their bodies slowly stopped. “I think it might have stopped moving though…”

“Good, that’s even hotter…” Starlight groaned, slowly pulling away to allow the soggy corpse to squeeze out onto the floor between them. “I haven’t gotten to murder-rape a filly in too long.”

Her body was completely crushed, the rib cage compressed to half its normal size. Applebloom’s dead eyes stared in horror, popped out of the sockets due to the intense pressure within her skull and hanging there over her crushed muzzle. She was barely recognizable as something that had once been a foal.

“Well at least it didn’t die a virgin,” Trixie chuckled, relaxing and letting a stream of piss flow out over Applebloom’s still corpse. “Though there is now the problem of there being a murdered foal on your office floor. Should we preserve it into a permanent dildo so her brother and cousin won’t be mad?”

“Nah, I’ll just incinerate the corpse,” Starlight decided, doing the same and releasing herself over the body, always enjoying a post-coitus urination on her victim. “It’ll be more fun to melt her family’s brains so they just forget she ever existed at all.”

Starlight pulled Phyllis over lest she be left out, pulling out a plug at the base of the plant’s pot so that water trickled out onto the foal as well, the threesome all sullying the body of their victim one last time.

“Actually, I’m going to have to stop you there,” Twilight appeared in a flash in the office. “Not from pissing on that dirt, but from incinerating it.”

“Oh horse apples,” sighed Starlight. “I thought I put a bubble of silence on the room!”

“Oh, I have a camera in your office,” Twilight nodded. “I have cameras all over Ponyville, royal privilege and all, I actually saw what happened in the Apple barn too.”

That would explain why both of Twilight’s front hooves were drenched and there was fluid drooling down her thighs. At least she enjoyed the shows.

“Trixie didn’t kill this one!” Trixie quickly claimed. “If anypony has to sing a song to get forgiveness, it’s Starlight!”

“Oh don’t worry, I’m not mad,” Twilight smiled gently at her friends. “I can resurrect it and forget about this… if I get to borrow it.”

Somehow Apple Bloom's Day Gets Even Worse

“Can we leave this one dead?” Trixie asked. “You made me stop with that orphan and now my manticore doesn’t have any treats.”

“I have to agree,” Starlight said. “Letting us murder our rape victims would be easier than making sure they don’t talk.”

“While I agree,” said Twilight. “I’ll get in trouble with the Board of Education if foals die in my school. Besides… I need this one for Science™.”

“Didn’t you have foal-making planned with your brother?” asked Starlight. “You don’t have time.”

“There is ALWAYS time for Science™!” Twilight proclaimed. “Besides, I’d feel bad missing this opportunity to make a mud pony suffer. I’ll multitask.”

“Well I can’t argue with that,” nodded Trixie.

Applebloom was sure she died, but woke up in a soft bed. Relief washed over her when she looked up to see Twilight and Shining sitting with her. Not only that, but they’d cleaned her and healed her injuries, definitely because they were nice and not so Applebloom could suffer more.

“Oh thank Apple,” Applebloom sighed. “You heard and rescued me… so ah guess they’re in prison and you want me to report the crime, right?”

“Oh, Applebloom,” Twilight smiled and slowly reached a hoof out.

“R-right?” asked Applebloom again.

“Shut up!” Twilight said, smacking Applebloom across the face. “I don’t have time for some pea-brained mud pony to pretend to be sapient, it’s time for Science™!”

The impact sent Applebloom out of the comfortable bed, slamming her head against the stone floor. She shrieked and moved her hooves to defend herself, only to have Shining stomp one of her front legs. The impact by the powerful stallion shattered her knee, sending fresh pain through her.

“Fuck, I’m hard,” panted Shining. “Giving a foal hope and then immediately shattering it is my fetish.” He wasn’t lying. His shaft was fully erect and throbbing.

“Oh apples, not again,” Applebloom cried. She’d thought it couldn’t get worse than last time, but she now feared that might not be the case.

“Spike, explain what’s going on,” Twilight said. “You’re just stupid enough for her to understand.”

Applebloom looked around for Spike as tears rolled down her face, Shining keeping her pinned by her shattered kneecap, but she couldn’t find him. At least until Twilight turned to face Bloom with her plot, hiking her tail as her sphincter relaxed and Spike’s head popped free. He was covered in gooey white and brown smudges, but seemed pretty okay with it.

“You were murdered and resurrected by a princess,” explained Spike, his head easing out and sucking back in as her tightly packed ass shifted him. “That means you’re legally dead and have no rights, just like me! That’s why I’m Twilight’s slave; the second part of her magic test was to rape me to death.”

“W-what?” sobbed Applebloom. “Please ah just wanna go home to mah family!” She much preferred their abuse.

“Objects don’t have families,” Twilight shook her head, frustrated at Applebloom’s refusal to understand. “You are literally my dildo. Not even a foaldo since you’re dead, just a dilido.”

“Be reasonable,” Spike gave her a thumbs up, then was sucked in far enough that only the claw protruded. He continued, muffled. “You weren’t gonna make a difference in society with that useless cutie mark and a family that agrees with what we’re doing. Seriously, we asked them, even Applejack said it was fine.”

“She agreed in exchange for roofies,” Twilight nodded matter-of-factually. “Now she can finally fuck her ultra-mega-gay brother.”

“There’s no way she-” Applebloom started, but her words turned into a wail as Shining bent back her knee, twisting it slowly. She stared in abject horror at her bones splintering through flesh as he worked it free, then tossed it in the trash. She waggled the stump frantically as blood sprayed from the end, feeling ill at the sight of so much of her own blood. A beam from Twilight’s horn cauterized the stump so she wouldn’t bleed out, sending a new jolt of burning pain through her.

How was her day getting worse?!

“I’m not sure what’s going on, honestly,” Shining said. “But it involves the raping of an unwilling foal’s pussy, so I’m totally in!”

“This thing will be in too,” Twilight nodded, then looked down at Bloom, creasing her eyebrows. “And if you even try to escape, you rotten-sardine-smelling muddy, I’ll eat your soul and banish you to the shadow realm, or something. With Science™!”

“Ah only smell like that cause ah was inside…” Applebloom sobbed, holding her good hoof over the severed stump of the other. “You kin do that?”

“I dunno,” shrugged Twilight, as she sucked Spike deeper into her ass until even his ‘thumbs up’ disappeared behind her sphincter.

Was this a nightmare? Applebloom couldn’t believe such a positive role model descended into such depraved impulses. Her confused mind sank further into despair, because now she was afraid to even try to tell on them. For all she knew, telling the other princesses would result in something even worse!

“Science™ time!” Twilight proclaimed, her horn lighting up intensely as a wave of magic covered herself and Shining. Since Twilight’s rump was facing her, Applebloom got a good view of her clit swelling out into a plump shaft and weighty balls behind, slightly larger than Shining’s natural equipment, leaving her pussy nestled behind the sack.

The way Shining twitched and waggled his behind, she assumed he just got anatomy added too. Applebloom stared in confusion and horror. She assumed where this was going, but had a sick feeling it would somehow be worse than that.

“At least dun kill me this time,” begged Applebloom.

“We definitely will,” Twilight said. “Multiple times, but I’ll bring you back so your well-deserved suffering won’t end. And I’ll keep doing that for the rest of my life!” She paused, tapped her chin, then continued. “You’re too retarded to connect the dots, so I’ll just tell you that that’s practically forever.”

“No, ah wanna die and stay dead!” Applebloom shrieked, realizing just how much worse it had gotten, but then backtracked again when she further remembered she was going to Tartarus for having pre-marital sex. “No, uh…”

“Dumb slut can’t decide,” Spike’s muffled voice said. “It’s not that bad; I’ve died three times today.”

“I’m waitin’ sis,” Shining got impatient, waggling his rear towards Twilight, magical pussy packed behind his balls and drooling with desire.

Applebloom trembled as Twilight’s magic lifted her, the energy by itself sending shivers through her. Her body tingled with painful pricks as she watched Shining’s slit grow closer, and soon her face smudged against the sopping wet cunny. Shining moaned appreciatively.

Twilight smiled gently at Applebloom, but pressed her pulsating member against the foal’s rear, pressing the unlubricated tip against her dried up tailhole. Applebloom clenched her teeth, already knowing that this would hurt. Twilight’s kind look just made it all the more frightening.

“Ain’t Shining married?” Applebloom asked, desperately trying to talk sense into them. “And yer siblings!”

“Says the slut that fucked its brother and cousin before it died,” Twilight rolled her eyes, then licked her lips. “I can practically taste its fear, brother, isn’t that hot?”

“Don’t put air inside me,” Shining instructed as he pressed his behind back. “I want to feel it suffocate and die inside me…” They were even more blatant in their intent than the psycho-dykes were.

“But what if ya get him preggers?” Applebloom asked, terror welling up further. “Wait… what if ah already got preggers?”

“I intend to impregnate him,” Twilight chuckled. “We planned that before we knew you’d be available. As for you… I wouldn’t worry. Any foal you give birth to will also be legally dead… and even tighter when I use it as a condom.”

“We’re getting back at my whore wife,” Shining explained. “I found her list of 100 creatures she’s cheated on me with… and it was only last month’s list!”

“She’s going for the Equestrian infidelity record,” advised Twilight. “The current record-holder is your thot mother. Her record will be hard to beat, even if they don’t count all the timberwolves that violated her corpse.”

“What?!” Applebloom shrieked. She wanted to say that was impossible, but it seemed everypony she trusted was secretly evil.

Twilight shivered at the foal’s dismay; it was convenient when a foal’s parents were dead because it made verbal abuse easier. Before Applebloom could speak again, Twilight pressed against her behind as Shining’s pussy slid tightly over Applebloom’s gagging face. The hole was virgin tight again since the healing, so Twilight had to lance it with telekinetic energy to pry it open.

Applebloom squealed into Shining’s pussy, followed by a more intense scream when she realized Twilight hadn’t properly penetrated her yet. The throbbing organ sank in, Twilight having to shove with all her might due to the complete lack of lubricant. It wasn’t the most comfortable way to penetrate someone, but Twilight knew it’d hurt much more. Applebloom’s despair and agony would get her off more than a slick hole.

Shining’s lips stretched over Applebloom’s shoulders as he rolled his eyes back and pushed against Twilight’s violent thrusts. Without lubrication, Twilight mostly stayed fully lodged inside Applebloom’s rectum, while Applebloom’s body moved. The foal slid in to her hips and back out to her neck several times, gasping for air when she was close enough to the surface.

Applebloom felt another stab of telekinetic magic, and Twilight’s cock sank deeper, pushing right through the back of her rectum and into her guts directly. It shifted more inside her as blood oozed over the shaft, then pushed Applebloom to the hips again as Twilight mounted up onto her brother.

Bloom could only spasm with each ram into her gut, hind legs flailing as her head was pushed towards the womb. She tried to breathe when she was forced through the cervix, but they hadn’t teleported any air into the sack and she only inhaled thick stringy fluid. Her brain burned with a lack of oxygen, but each thrust from Twilight sent a shock of mana through her that kept her conscious.

“It squirms good,” Shining arched his back and drooled onto the floor from both ends. “Die again, you overstretched condom.”

“Yees!” Twilight groaned. “Suffer my brother’s cunt, for Science™!” Applebloom wanted to ask what in Tartarus that meant, but trying resulted in another lung-full of gooey womb slop.

Twilight’s balls smacked against Shining as she was fully engorged in both of them at once. Her shaft surged, a feeling that Applebloom unfortunately recognized, as a blast of fertile spunk rocketed into the foal. Her body bloated as it hosed directly into her gut sack, stinging and pressing against her insides.

Applebloom rocketed into Shining’s womb and it flooded with Twilight’s seed. It glowed dimly from the alicorn’s magic, letting Bloom see the red swirling mess as her guts poured out of the hole where Twilight had impaled her. She vomited blood as she literally shit out her guts, weakly thrashing with the last of her energy. As she bathed in an ocean of torment like never before, she wondered if Tartarus might not be quite as bad as this.

“She’s actually defecating her own innards!” Twilight purred as she used an x-ray spell to see.

“Super hot,” Shining groaned, looking at his bloated belly, savoring the thrashing of the defiled and dying filly inside.

Twilight popped free of his pussy, pushing her bloody cock into his tailhole as she clenched his vaginal passage shut with magic. She took slow strokes as they watched Applebloom. Since Twilight kept her from suffocating with magic, she was slowly bleeding out. The magic that kept her from dying of oxygen deprivation enhanced her senses, making the pain even more intense. It was the most beautiful thing the lover-siblings had ever seen, continuing their slow love-making as they waited an hour for the foal to pass on in agony.

“Mmm, finally dead,” Twilight said. “But since I kept her conscious, this will create some amazing trauma!”

“I love it when you say fucked up shit,” panted Shining. “How’s Spike?”

“He died half-an-hour ago,” Twilight said, squeezing her behind and shivering as the dragon’s corpse slid out and plopped onto the floor. He was still grinning, quite masochistic after a lifetime of delicious abuse.

“He looks more content every time,” Shining chuckled, shivering as Twilight withdrew her shaft from his ass. “Reckon she’ll get that happy after some breaking?”

“That’s what this experiment is for,” nodded Twilight. “I want to see the effects of short-term but intense abuse after an otherwise normal foalhood. Anyway, push out that dead cunt, I’ll cast a fertility spell to make sure I impregnate you, then resurrect the dildos. I want the foal meat up my ass next.”

Shining compressed his belly, pushing Applebloom out slowly. He enjoyed every inch of her somewhat-deflated corpse evacuating until she oozed out onto the floor as well. Her intestinal tract and organs that she had shit out flopped atop her in a small pile as she lay still.

“That’s a work of art,” Shining examined the foal. Her ass was a gaping hole, but he stretched her tiny pussy out with his telekinesis, shivering as he popped her cunt-lips over his tip and pushed inside.

“Hold your horses, brother,” Twilight giggled. “She can’t feel it.”

Shining didn’t stop thrusting into the corpse pussy as Twilight’s magic encompassed Applebloom and Spike. Spike was an easy raise, but Applebloom took longer, guts slowly easing back inside to slide into place. The foal awoke before the process finished, shrieking at the feel of both her organs slopping back inside and the penetration of Shining’s shaft. Even her severed leg grew back.

As Applebloom looked up at them, they licked their lips, and she knew it wasn’t near over.

“Phew,” Spike stretched as he sat up. “What’s the plan? Do I get to rape it too or not?”

“Hm,” Twilight pondered. “That’s a decent idea. Rape her up the ass while Shining fucks both of you into mine.”

“You sure?” Shining tilted his head. “Without a stretchy spell like you cast on me?”

“Alicorn bodies are durable,” winked Twilight. “And even if it hurt, it’d be worth it if it made something so worthless suffer more.”

Applebloom just sprawled on the floor, wide-eyed, feeling Shining’s shaft push deeper into her immature tunnel. Her dry, unaroused pussy wasn’t much better lubricated than her ass, friction stinging at her inner flesh, and it wasn’t even half-way.

There was nothing to do. She knew every avenue her life could take would result in more torture. After so much abuse though, she understood how deserving she was of this. It was only fair after her undeserved easy life up until today.

“She smells like rotten sardines,” Spike complained as he eased up behind her. “Hurry and push us inside, it smells way better than this.”

Bloom lay limp as she felt his claws grasp around her gut, digging into flesh like nails before his shaft pushed against her re-healed pucker. She sobbed quietly as he pushed inside her, eliciting a moan from the dragon. Would this ever end?

“I-I thought you liked me…” Applebloom whimpered as she was picked up with magic and watched Twilight turn her bottom back towards her.

“Please, Applebloom’s corpse,” Twilight said sweetly again. “I’m required to be nice to peasants in public, but you can’t possibly believe an alicorn had any affection for dirt horses. It’s degrading enough that I have to resort to unicorns to get some natural dick.”

Applebloom felt her body swell as Shining held her tightly and forced more of his shaft inside, ripping through her cervix once again and not stopping until the blunt tip impacted the back of her womb. Spike’s shaft was much smaller, but being a dragon was scalding hot, like a hot fire poker being repeatedly rammed up her ass. He took long deep strokes, slowly tearing apart her cooking rectum.

The foal stared at Twilight’s behind as her rectum flexed and pushed itself slowly over her nose, tears streaming down her face but otherwise quiet. She realized now that any action on her part at all would only make things worse. All she could do now is hope that everyone that wanted to torture her would eventually get bored and leave her laying in a corner somewhere so she could limp off or just die forever.

“This will never end,” Spike whispered into her ear as if he knew what she was hoping. Had he had the same hope? He didn’t seem to now, as he busily impaled her behind with his hot shaft, twitching in delight as the tight hole was slowly torn up around him. As one claw dug into her gut, his teeth bit down on her shoulder. It stung like his maw was full of needles, and she could feel him lap at her bloody flesh as he slowly suckled at the wound. His free claw reached up to push into Twilight’s behind, which pulsated in bliss as he stretched her out more.

Twilight meanwhile was having the time of her life. She’d never tortured a foal she knew well before, and was surprised at how arousing it was to betray somepony that trusted her so much. This would certainly be more successful than previous experiments on foalhood trauma, and Celestia would be so proud when Twilight finally finished her book on the subject.

She felt her rectum stretch more as she forced it down over Spike’s head too, feeling the movement of him nursing blood from their victim, as well as the pounding of his hips into her ass that shivered all the way up through Twilight as well. Applebloom was in such shock that she didn’t even close her wide eyes as they were encompassed, just letting the flesh slide over them as her vision was taken away.

Applebloom made no effort to hold her breath, having reached the point where literally any action on her part seemed pointless. She was nothing but a corpse now, after all, this was her existence now, and at least it was probably barely less agonizing than the fate that awaited her in Tartarus if her soul was freed.

“You’re such a psychotic ass-slut,” moaned Shining at Twilight, rolling his eyes back. He began to pump Applebloom’s pussy with more fever, and even with the added width of Spike’s body, the two were steadily forced inside the dark hole. The tight anal ring latched around their necks, squeezing their breath out momentarily before forcing its way slowly down over their shoulders, pinning their upper limbs to their sides in the process. Applebloom just let her own legs stay limp; they’d just get ripped off again if she tried to resist them.

But apparently she didn’t have to resist, as Shining decided that her hind legs were in the way. He grasped her hips in his magic, twisting them and wrenching them apart until her pelvis gave once again, splitting down the middle and spending another burst of all-too-familiar agony up through her. He didn’t stop at it being split, moving down to her legs and twisting them around like corkscrews.

Shining wanted to feel like he was really fucking a living fleshlight, but was mostly just looking for ways to make the experience worse for Applebloom, anything that would help in his hot sister’s Science™ project. He didn’t just twist the legs back, but also bent back at the knees and ankles, making sure to shatter the joints so that she felt each bone crack before he finally worked the useless limbs off of her.

It seemed not resisting was as likely to make it worse as resisting; Applebloom realized how truly doomed she was. She’d be lucky if she even remembered who she was after a week or two of this, but maybe that’d be better.

Twilight cauterized the leg stumps moments after her hind legs came free, not wanting any of Applebloom’s deaths to be too quick. At first Applebloom felt it was a small mercy that Twilight wasn’t helping her breathe inside, welcoming the burning of her lungs that signified she’d suffocate soon.

As Shining fucked her deeper and the anal ring spread over her and Spike’s hips, she felt herself finally fading again… only to jolt back to life with another resurrection, still encompassed in the terrifying depths of Twilight’s ass and immediately beginning to suffocate again. Spike, being much more sturdy and probably used to this, lasted long enough to keep pounding her ass through the whole thing.

Twilight drooled on the floor as she felt Spike’s undulating hips impale Applebloom as her own hole slid over their hindquarters. As much as she hated giving Spike any pleasure, she considered letting Spike do this with more of her butt-toys.

Shining pulled himself over Twilight as he continued to wail his hips as well. He shook violently as his shaft pulsated on the edge of climax, moving his hips faster and pushing Twilight’s head against the floor.

“I’ll never understand how you’re better at this than my whore wife,” Shining panted. It probably had something to do with Friendship™ and Science™.

Twilight was on the edge of her own orgasm, but still wanted more than the feel of children getting shoved into her with her brother’s fat cock. She threw her head back, impaling her horn up through Shining’s throat, ramming it right up into his brain. The sudden trauma made his orgasm even harder as he went over the edge, blasting so hard that she had to brace herself from being rocketed across the room.

Within her, Applebloom’s instincts took over and she began to thrash wildly once again, covered in hot cum as she was shot forward into Twilight’s intestinal tract. She was deep enough that it’d even begun to hurt the stretchy alicorn body, but she didn’t care.

As Shining’s corpse collapsed atop her from the head trauma, Twilight extracted her horn from his head casing and kicked him off of her to thump on the floor. After casting a resurrection spell on him, she grasped one of Bloom’s severed legs in her telekinesis, shoving it into her own ass with the rest. Before the torrent of fluid could leave Applebloom’s grotesquely bloated body, Twilight rammed the leg hoof-first into Applebloom’s over-stretched pussy, plugging the hole.

At the same time, Spike’s body twitched as he came into their victim’s asshole. While it wasn’t the flood that the stallion’s orgasm had been, it was many times hotter, like lava shooting up through her. Even Shining’s cum in her immature womb began to boil from the heat, the foal’s body bloating up further and giving Twilight even more of a stretch. Twilight creamed herself hard, a mist of her bliss and Applebloom’s blood spraying out behind her and filling the room.

Once again, Applebloom twitched to a stop as life left her. Spike kept pounding his orgasm into her corpse for several minutes before he began to slow as well, succumbing to suffocation within her as well. Twilight took time to enjoy their death throws before casting resurrection spells on them both. This was definitely her favorite spell.

“Wow, Twilly, that was intense,” Shining groaned as he picked himself back up, cracking his jaw back into place. “I can never tell when you’re gonna suddenly murder me. I love it! Are you really okay though?”

“I told you,” Twilight groaned, sliding her hooves over her bulging belly as the two forms inside began to writhe slowly once again. She teleported some air into her this time so that she could feel their agonized struggles a bit longer this time. “My body can take anything. I bet Spike could breathe fire inside me and I’d be fine.”

“Yeah, I doubt that,” chuckled Shining, idly picking up Applebloom’s first severed leg from the trash and pushing the hoof into his temporary pussy as he watched his incestuous lover squirming about in bliss. “I bet you five bits that you can’t survive that.”

Applebloom wanted to beg them not to do that, but knew it was pointless. She’d already died twice since getting shoved in her, and this time Twilight hadn’t bothered to completely heal her. Her legs were still cauterized stumps, one of them rammed as deep into her pussy as Shining’s dick had been, plugging up the intense pressure within her. She could feel her insides boil as Spike’s shaft felt like a hot fire poker, once again slowly thrusting into her agonized ass.

“You’re on… Spike?” Twilight patted her belly, teleporting more air into her in hopes that Applebloom would be able to get a good scream out.

“On it!” Spike called back out to her. Applebloom felt his claws extracted from her gut so he could give a ‘thumbs up’ against Twilight’s intestinal lining, and braced herself.

“You know, Applebloom,” Twilight added, wanting to add to the foal’s fear and anticipation. “Getting burned alive is the most painful way you can go, at least it was when Celestia burned me alive during our last Science™ session. I can’t wait to hear your screams.”

“Why’d she do that?” Shining tilted his head.

“Her and Luna had a bet over who could get me to scream the loudest,” Twilight advised.

“That makes sense,” Shining nodded, moving to slide a hoof over Twilight’s belly as he continued to fuck his sloppy pregnant pussy with Applebloom’s severed leg.

Applebloom was determined not to give them the pleasure of hearing her scream again, bracing herself and clamping her muzzle shut as she felt Spike draw in a breath behind her while still casually thrusting into her behind.

As soon as the flames washed over her, that went out the window though, and she wailed louder than she ever had. It was like every pain nerve inside and out went off at once, bathing her in an ocean of agony like she’d never felt. Twilight clamped her own rear shut, not allowing any of the heat to escape, and it only took moments for Applebloom’s blood to literally boil.

Wanting to make sure she got the most out of the experience, Twilight pumped energy into Applebloom’s body at the same time, keeping her alive for as long as possible. The foal’s skin blistered and swelled, superheated blood bursting out of the skin as she wailed delightfully. The wail began a gurgle as her tongue burst from the heat, eyes popping and oozing down her face like rotten pustules bursting.

Spike, unaffected by his own heat, took advantage of the undying cooking foal in the passage with him. Finally pulling himself free of her behind, writhing to turn himself around in the incredibly tight passage. He sank his teeth into her gut, which exploded in a burst of gore as the pressure was released. He began to slurp up her intestinal tract, flavored with his own hot cum, and feeling her squirm against him.

As she reached the point where she couldn’t even scream from the agony, Spike rammed his super-hot rod down her throat, not wanting to leave any hole unviolated in this experience. Bone weakened from the intense heat, her jaw cracked free as he rammed himself directly into her convulsing throat. He almost immediately came more hot fluid down into her esophagus as he continued to devour her.

Twilight squealed in delight at the squirming within her, horn glowing brightly and refusing to give the foal the peace of another death even temporarily as her gutted body was charred to a crisp within her. Seeing how hotly his sister squirmed, Shining eased up to her again, rolling her over onto her back and pressing his own shaft into her throbbing pussy, feeling the constant orgasm roll over his shaft.

“This is amazing!” moaned Twilight as she kissed her brother. “Such a pure little innocent burning alive inside me, feeling more torment than should even be possible, oh Shining this is the hottest thing I’ve ever felt!... like figuratively and literally.”

It was a small blessing that Twilight’s bliss made her lose control over her magic, but it wasn’t going fast enough for Applebloom. Even if her other senses had charred away, she could feel everything that was happening to her, even the clench of Spike’s teeth as he bit down on her cream-filled ovaries and began to gnaw them out of her body. She was beyond screaming, and could only float in the impossible pain for what seemed like forever.

Twilight managed to keep her alive for another half-hour in that state, getting pummeled by Shining the entire time. Shining didn’t even care when he felt his own shaft char from the heat as it made its way through the alicorn’s body, seeing his sister be this cruel was just too arousing to stop.

“That’s it, impregnate me too,” Twilight encouraged her brother. “Let’s give that bitch wife of yours two little ones to replace her own brat we’re going to murder in front of her.”

“I think she’ll be more angry that she missed this fun,” Shining rolled his eyes back until they were white, creaming one more time in Twilight’s snatch, insulated just enough that the sperm would survive jetting into her waiting womb.

Applebloom’s body was finally still, so Twilight pushed her free once again. As Shining backed away to give her room, Applebloom’s corpse flopped out onto the floor, blackened beyond recognition as a pile of her own charred guts flopped out wetly atop it. Twilight licked her lips as she pushed Spike out as well, smacking the floor next to the foal’s mangled corpse.

A wicked act like this didn’t feel complete if she didn’t defile her victim in one final way, so Twilight kicked Shining off of her once again. She relaxed her body and released a stream of urine out of her freshly impregnated hole, mixed with Shining’s seed that he’d just deposited there, licking her lips as she watched the urine puddle in Applebloom’s open chest cavity.

“Guess I owe you five bits,” Shining admitted, moving up to release a stream of his own urine from his shaft, splattering into the gutted rib cage with her own fluid. “And this little thing… her dreams are going to be so delightful from here on out; I envy Luna getting to see them.”

“That was fucked up,” Spike added, sitting up and stretching. He saw what was going on, padding up and letting his own stream of urine out onto Applebloom’s face, her throat and eyeless sockets filling with his filth. “But a good fucked up. I haven’t even seen Celestia on a cake binge make a pony suffer that much.”

“Thanks you Spike,” Twilight giggled and patted his head.

Applebloom woke again, screaming as soon as she was conscious. She’d died hoping that the damage would be too much to ever be brought back from, but there was no such luck. She was completely healed, but the pain was still intense, as if the intense death had locked the agony into every nerve.

She looked around to see what terrible fate awaited her now, only to be surprised that everyone was there. Not just Twilight, Shining, and Spike, but Starlight, Trixie, Mac, Braeburn, and even Applejack was there.

“A-applejack,” Applebloom knew she shouldn't trust anyone anymore, but couldn’t stop herself from reaching out to the one pony here that hadn’t tortured her.

“Oh don’t be like that,” Twilight giggled good-naturedly. There wasn’t a hint of malice in her voice, but somehow that made it more frightening. “Surprise! It was all a prank!”

“A-a prank…” Applebloom said, dumbfounded.

“Yeah, you weren’t legally dead,” Shining explained. “We were just torturing you for fun. You’re free to go now.”

“You are pregnant though, we checked,” Starlight added.

“Good luck raising it,” snorted Trixie. “Because we sure as Tartarus aren’t paying foal support to some muddy that couldn’t keep her legs closed.”

“W-what?” Applebloom stared at them, then looked at her family in desperation. “D-did ya really… tell em they could do this AJ?”

“Course I did!” Applejack glared at Applebloom like it was the most obvious thing ever. “Ya deserved it fer being a slut and havin’ pre-marital underage sex!”

“Oh, and don’t expect us to help with the brat either,” Braeburn said. “We decided to disown you… too bad too. Won’t be near as much fun to shove you into holes when yer not related to us.”

Trixie moaned. Being disowned was one of her fetishes.

“Eyup,” confirmed Big Mac.

“B-but what will ah do?” Applebloom stared at her ex-family with wide eyes.

“Probably die again, you little shit,” Twilight said.

Everypony laughed.