Delicious Apple Dream

by GuiltyGrimoire

Rating: mature
Tags: Non-consensual, Big Macintosh, Sweetie Belle, Applejack, Apple Bloom, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Granny Smith, Porn, Fetish
Length: 3384

The Apples invite Scootaloo for a sleepover at Sweet Apple Acres. During the night, a dreaming Apple Bloom causes problems for her guest...

Apple Bloom, along with her family, invite Sweetie Belle over for a sleepover at Sweet Apple Acres. With two days of fun planned, the two enjoy their time together before heading to bed, ready for the second day to begin. While sleeping, Apple Bloom dreams of delicious treats. Unfortunately for Sweetie Belle, the Apples have an unfortunate problem that plagues them, to which the filly becomes privy too...

Warning! Contains: Vore (Foal on Foal, Mare on Foal), Foalcon, Digestion

Requested by a friend. Enjoy!

Published 2022-02-01 12:40:00 UTC
Last updated 2022-02-01 12:40:00 UTC

Midnight Snacking

Two young fillies trotted along a long dirt path. One, a unicorn, with a pristine white coat and a mane of purple shades, and the other, an earth pony, a coat of yellow and a red mane adorned with a large bow.

They chatted to each other as they walked, about their day, games they could play, and the like.

“This is going to be so fun tonight!” The unicorn exclaimed, a high pitched voice accompanying her words. “I love sleepovers!”

The earth pony beamed at her friend. “Yeah! Applejack finally let me after I got good grades!” She spoke with a southern accent.

“Finally! I've been waiting for forever!”

Before they knew it, the two ponies had approached a farm. Passing by massive orchards filled with apple trees, they reached the front gates.

The sign read 'Sweet Apple Acres'.

Turning into the farm grounds, the two young foals pushed through the gates and trotted up to the main farmhouse. The bow wearing filly knocked on the door and stood back.

The door opened to reveal a grown mare – orange coat, wearing a Stetson that hid a majority of her blonde mane. Tied in a ponytail behind her, her tail mimicked this fashion style. She grinned upon seeing the two fillies.

“Howdy girls!” She exclaimed, a rather heavy southern accent adorning her voice.

“Hi Applejack!” The two foals responded.

“Glad you could make it, Sweetie Belle! It's about time Apple Bloom's grades improved!”

Apple Bloom, the yellow foal gave a huff of annoyance, while the unicorn, Sweetie Belle giggled.

“Sis...!”

“Just jostlin' ya. Come on in!”

Applejack, known as AJ to her friends, retreated into her home. The two fillies follow her in, shutting the door behind them.

The three enter into a kitchen, a large table in the middle of the room surrounded by a multitude of chairs. The opposing wall was covered in cooking devices and utensils; ovens, pots, pans, cups etc etc.

“We've got a few things planned for you two! A few games, treats, a good meal, and then an ol' apple story before bed!”

“Wow, that's a lot! Thank you!” Sweetie smiled.

“Ain't nuthin! Just wanna make sure our guest and sis have a good time, is all! Now let's get the rest of the family out here!” AJ stomped her hooves. “They're here, everypony!”

Hooves could be heard rushing ever closer. It wasn't long at all before two more ponies appeared – a red earth pony stallion, large and strong, then a more frail green mare, old but still full of life.

“Howdy, Big Mac, Granny!” Apple Bloom greeted her brother and grandmother.

“Hello, Mr Big Mac, Granny Smith.” Sweetie Belle respectfully greeted.

“Howdy!” The two newcomers responded.

“We got a whole host'a good fun for you two fillies, yes-sir-ee!” Granny Smith, chipper as ever, gave a good yell.

“Eeyup!” Big Mac added.

The group all beamed. It was gonna be a great sleepover!

A good few hours had passed. After all the games, the food, and the story, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle had nestled up in the former's bed, ready to sleep the night away. The weekend was fast approaching, and they could have a whole lot more fun over the two days off from school!

“Now that – was a fun day!” Sweetie Belle commented. “I really appreciate your family doing all this!”

“Yeah, they're the best family an apple could ask for!” Apple Bloom responded.

Both of them wriggled in the sheets, finding the warmest and most comfortable position they could. Letting out a simultaneous sigh amongst themselves – in comfortable bliss.

“I wonder what the family has in plans... for tomorrow.” The Apple filly yawned, already nodding off. “Probably something fun... and with more delicious food...”

“Y-yeah...” The unicorn mimicked her friend's yawning, not far from dreamland herself. “I bet it will be...”

Before they knew it, both of them were asleep.

Applejack was nestled within her own bed, snuggling into the covers. After fluffing her pillow, and placing the coldest side up, she was prepared for a lovely rest.

“Gotta get up early...” She reminded herself. “Prepare the breakfast and activities...” Laying her head down, she almost immediately slipped into dreamland. Her snores ringing throughout the room.

Apple Bloom galloped through the orchards of Sweet Apple Acres. She could smell it – her granny's cooking, just over that hill! It was magnificent! Her stomach rumbled, demanding she hunt down this delectable treat.

“I'm goin'! I'm goin'!” She chastised her belly. Up the hill she ran, feeling as if she was being slowed by a sticky substance coating the ground – wait, was that... toffee?

“Huh!? No time for this, gotta get that prize!” The foal forced her way up, climbing higher, the hill seemingly increasing in height, and the toffee getting harder to pull through.

“Grrrgh! Come ON!” With some intense struggling, she tore through the sticky path and arrived at the top of the hill, a lonely cloud passing by. She did not take notice to it, or the orange pegasus filly laying on it as it floated past.

Looking over the next orchard, the whole land was made of delectable sweets! Trees of chocolate bark, grass of apple-flavour pencils, and-wait! Something was moving!

Squinting her eyes, the apple filly saw what looked sort of like a pony – only, edible. It galloped around the field, letting out high pitched giggles. Upon closer inspection, this was not just a pony, but a pony made entirely out of apple-based goods! A apple fritter body, and apple slices for legs, albeit lacking a head...

“That.. smells soooo good...!” Another frowl from her tummy. “Alright, I'll get em...”

Sliding down the hill, not ten seconds later she was in the orchard of delicacies. The apple pony hadn't noticed her yet. Good!

Hiding behind the chocolate trees, and sliding through the pencil grass, Apple Bloom quickly made her way to her target, attempting to be quiet the whole time. Tip-toe, tip-toe... just a little closer, the delicious pony was too busy prancing around to notice her...

*Snap*

Oh no! The hunter had stepped on a rock candy, unnoticed until know, and broke it in half! The pony turned around and spotted her.

There was no movement for a moment, the too staring at each other...

Then the fritter pony reared up, whinnying in fright, and galloped away.

“Oh no you DON'T!” Apple Bloom immediately gave chase.

Sweetie Belle squinted, her eyes adjusting to the low light. Turning about to attempt to regain the comfort of sleep, she was unable to retreat into her fantasies. Instead, her attention was gained by a hoof poking her in the side, and then another.

“Ughh.. what?” She asked. The recipient, her apple friend, did not respond. It did not take long to realise that she was moving in her sleep. “Oh, come on...!”

Apple Bloom grimaced. “I.. just wanna... talk to ya... yummy pony...” She licked her lips.

“Weird dream...” Sweetie commented. Attempting to roll over and regain her lost sleep, two hooves wrapped around her. “What now...?” She turned to look over at her sleeping friend...

“Got ya, ya slippery little thing!” Apple Bloom exclaimed, leaping and grabbing the apple flavoured pony. It kicked and squealed, attempting to break free. Unfortunately for it, Apple Bloom had inherited the strength of the Apple family, despite only being a filly, and had enough strength to hold her in place.

She salivated, staring at the pony. Leaning over it, the prey turned stared up at her captor. Apple Bloom opened wide, letting the food get a good look at the inside of her mouth – her soon to be new home.

“Don't worry, it'll be nice, comfy and warm for you...” The filly comforted the mare, licking her lips. She leant down, wrapping her mouth around the 'head' of the fritter...

“Apple Bloom, stop!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed, her head slowly being engulfed within the apple foal's open muzzle. “I'm not food – ew, you're getting me all wet!”

Apple Bloom failed to respond, her mouth full, tongue in bliss at the taste of her prey – apple flavour, of course. Her friend's entire head slid into her mouth, and began to enter her throat.

“Apple Bloom!” She squealed, kicking against her captor's grip, to no avail. “Help! Anypony help!”
Her cries muffled, Sweetie's cries seemed to fall on deaf ears.

Apple Bloom took her time to taste the amazing delicacy wiggling in her mouth, her tongue sliding and wrapping itself around her. Using her hooves to force her further into her mouth, she swallowed, pushing more of Sweetie into her throat.

Sweetie continued to squeal, although less audibly than before. Attempting to wriggle free, she only succeeded in moving herself further down her friend's throat.

Applejack rolled over in her sleep. She grimaced, her ears twitching and turning to catch the subject of her annoyance – a noise. Specifically, the high pitched squeals of a certain white filly. Now – the Apples were heavy, very heavy sleepers, so it was not uncommon for noises to fail to wake up the sleeping ponies, especially when they were muffled.

This stays true for Applejack, although with one key difference.

When disturbed during her rest, she had a habit of sleepwalking.

Her still snoring form slowly climbed out of bed, removing the covers and landing upon the hard wooden floor, and swayed in place momentarily. After a moment, she gained some stability, and began to seek out the source of the noise. Taking a step forward, she moved towards the door. Reaching a hoof out, she opened the door and entered the hallway.

Turning in the direction of the sounds, she made her way to the young fillies' room.

Apple Bloom continued to force Sweetie down her throat, swallowing to move her along. The unicorn's head was now entering her belly, a large protrusion appearing from her stomach, a horn and a muzzle most prominently on display.

Sweetie continued her calls, but they were now heavily muffled, the majority of the sounds projection out of her captor's mouth, barely loud enough to hear in the room itself.

Her predator continued her pushing and swallowing. It wouldn't be long now, as the toughest part of her food to swallow had passed into her belly already. Push-swallow, push-swallow. Repeating this motion was quickly pushing her prey further and further.

Sweetie Belle continued to struggle, her head pushing into the acids of her devourer's stomach. She knew she had lost this fight.

With one last, swift motion, Apple Bloom pushed once more, and gave one last swallow.

GULP!

Sweetie Belle landed in her friend's stomach, her entire body inside the small foal, creating an obscenely large, squirming, bulging belly as big as Apple Bloom herself.

“Apple pony... you were... sooo delicious....” The no longer hungry filly murmured, still fast asleep.

Her prey kicked and struggled, causing multiple bulges on the outside of her prison, only serving to slightly shake her captor.

The door to the room slowly opened. An orange hoof pushed it out of the way, as Applejack slowly entered the room. Eyes shut, and the occasional snore escaping her muzzle, she slowly stepped over to the bed, in which her sleeping sister, and struggling guest within, lay.

AJ reached over and moved the covers, lifting them up over the sleeping filly, having to raise it rather high to clear the enormous stomach. Leaning over, she grabbed the side of her younger sibling, pulling her towards the edge of the bed.

When the foal's hooves were facing her, AJ looked – well, her head faced the filly, eyes stilled closed in slumber.

A moment passed, the night still bare for the breathing of the ponies, and the gurgling, churning and squirming of Apple Bloom's stomach.

Then AJ crouched down, her mouth opening as wide as possible, and then she engulfed Apple Bloom's rear hooves.

The hungry mare was surely dreaming similarly to what her younger sister had been earlier – the apple surely doesn't fall far from the tree.

Grabbing the sleeping filly, she pulled her further into her mouth. It was easier than the sister's own meal, however, that was about to change.

The rear legs of her sibling slid into her throat easily enough. Her throat was strong enough to take them in a few strong swallows.

Then she reached the enormous, churning stomach, and then the progress slowed to a crawl. Grasping the large obstruction, AJ continued her struggle, performing similarly to the young filly, pulling and swallowing.

Apple Bloom's stomach began to squeeze at the bottom half, slowly sliding into the waiting maw of her older sister. Both still snoring away, the only subject who seemed to be aware was the already swallowed meal of a unicorn.

Sweetie Belle felt the space around her head become constricted, the stomach flattening, forcing her to change from a curled up into a lying position. Her head at the bottom, and rear hooves towards the top.

“H-hey!” She called out. “What's going on!? I'm – grrgh – getting squished!” She was only met with the gurgling, sloshing noises of her predator.

The older apple mare had not given up, her sleeping form still doing it's best to force the distended form of her younger sister into her throat. By now, the hooves of her sibling were now dangling into her stomach, a small bulge appearing on the pony.

With her stomach stretched lengthways, Apple Bloom was not far from becoming food herself.

Applejack's belly was increasing in size, to the point where it looked like she was carrying a small foal. Well, it wasn't exactly untrue.

The mare was getting more successful with each attempt, pulling and swallowing the oversized foal into her throat. At this point, her prey was now mostly in her throat, pushing her away from the bed due to the enormous meal stretching her neck.

Apple Bloom struggled, her mind waking up to the wet and tight sensations pulling and tugging at her body. Eyes fluttering, she peered out.

She was met with a small sliver of light entering her sister's maw.

“H-hey...!” She called out. “What do ya think you're doing?!”

Despite her attempts to gain the attention of her predator, they fell on deaf ears. At this point she could feel her lower half being engulfed in the acids of her sister's stomach, and even now she understood she was stuck.

Feeling her own stomach move, she flexed the muscles in her belly.

“What the hay!?” She questioned.

“Apple Bloom!” Came a response, that excited from her own throat. “You ate me! You ate me while you slept!”

“Sweetie Belle! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!”

“Well I know that! What's going on!?”

“I'm being eaten, too!”

There was a pause, only mitigated by the sounds of two large, squirming stomachs.

Then Sweetie Belle roared with laughter.

“That is what you deserve!” She struggled to poke her captor's stomach.

“I said I was sorry!”

Before she could continue, she noticed that her head had reached her predator's throat.

“Uh oh...”

Applejack lifted her head up high, giving her sister a view of the ceiling.

“No! Don't! Stop please!”

GULP

Apple Bloom flew down her sibling's throat, landing in the stomach of her devourer. It was incredibly cramped, her own enormous, squirming stomach sitting within and stretching the gurgling, sloshing, gigantic belly of her sister.

Applejack sighed, slowly moving back towards the bed. She attempted to climb on, her stomach refusing to budge, forcing her back with each attempt.

“H-hey, stop squishing me!” Apple Bloom cried.

“Squishing you!? Stop squeezing me!” Sweetie retorted.

AJ gave up, choosing simply to turn around and press her back against the bed. Leaning backwards, she lifted her lower half as her back laid onto the bed. Shimmying backwards, she pulled herself on the bed fully, wiggling until she was entirely on top of the mattress.

Lifting her head up, she pulled herself on top of the pillows, reached for the covers, and pulled them over. Not hearing or noticing the protests and squirming of her food within her, she slept soundly, snuggling within her sister's sheets.

Applejack yawned, the rays of sunlight peering through the windows of the room. Squinting, allowing her eyes to adjust, she lifted herself up. Turning to the dresser, she expected to see her clock, hoping to gather the time. Instead, she saw a different clock altogether.

Staring for the moment at the apple shaped alarm clock, a darker shade of red adorning it, she blinked a few times. Rubbing her eyes, AJ lifted herself up, finally noticing that she was no longer in her own room.

“What in tarnation...?” She mumbled to herself. Now sitting upright, she let her hooves fall to her sides.

Feeling her own flanks, she looked down at herself, and was in shock at what she saw – a large, pudgy belly, juicy thighs, and a thick plot!

Quickly leaving the bed, she examined herself, pressing her hooves into her rear end. Now, AJ was finely toned beforehand, and while she did have a little meat to grab, this was ridiculous!

“Wha- why am I so... ya know...” She wondered aloud. “And where are those two fillies!?”

As if to answer her question, she let out a long, loud burp.

*UUUURRRRPPPPPP!*

Feeling something exit her mouth, she looked at the floor in front of her.

There lay many strands of fur, a mix of yellow and white, a few red and purple here and there.

“Uh oh...” Applejack muttered to herself. How was she going to explain this!?

“Rise and shine, ponies!” Came a yell. Granny was expecting everypony downstairs!

AJ knew that she had little choice – stay and be caught, or go down and bluff. She chose the latter, she exited the room. Walking down the hallway, and stepping down the staircase, she arrived in the kitchen, where Granny waited. Big Mac wasn't here – more than likely getting more activities ready.

Quickly slipping into a chair, struggling a little due to the added mass, she gave a weak grin as Granny Smith turned around.

Her grandmother raised an eyebrow. Turning to see the rest of the chairs empty, with no sounds to indicate the fillies' arrival, she looked back at AJ.

“And where are the girls?” She questioned.

AJ shrugged. “Still getting ready.”

“Hmm...” Granny always knew when something was off, and AJ was a horrible liar on top of that.

Turning around, she continued to cook, until-

URP!

Granny froze, then turned to give a mean stink eye at her granddaughter. AJ held a hoof over her mouth.

“Uh, beg your pardon.” She coughed in nervousness.

“Pardon.” Granny Smith continued to eye AJ for a few moments, before turning around again.

AJ then felt it – a growing pressure in her chest. She coughed once. Then again. And again.

“You need a glass of water?” Granny had turned to her again.

AJ nodded. Her grandmother poured her a drink from the sink, and began to bring it over to the coughing mare.

“Here, drink-”

UUUURRRPPPP!

AJ let loose an enormous belch, causing the old mare's mane to fly back as if caught in a wind tunnel.

A wet slap! could be heard at the end of the long gassy outburst.

“Well I never! Little Miss gassy guts thinks she can just pollute my air!” Granny yelled. “Why I oughta-”

She noticed that AJ was staring at something on the table. She quickly looked up at her grandmother, attempting to grab her attention.

“Sorry, Granny!” She yelled, speaking quickly. “Let's get that yummy breakfast of yours ready for them foals!”

It was too late – the elderly pony had seen what was so important to hide.

A large, partially digested red bow.

A moment of staring passed – Granny at the bow, AJ at the older mare.

“Consarn it, AJ! I thought we taught you better than this!” Granny Smith yelled. “It took us so long to train this behaviour outta ya! What are we gonna tell Ms. Rarity now!?”

The stuffed pony chuckled nervously. “That she tasted good...?”

Granny's glare darkened. Well, at least she was honest...?