Apples To Our Rotten Core
The kiss they share on their wedding night is simply magical, and it makes music and happiness and love swell to a crescendo in Sweetie Belle’s heart.
Scootaloo jumps for joy around them, Applejack and Rarity begin to clap, and Twilight pronounces then legally wed.
‘Why, this just might be the best day of my entire life.’ Sweetie Belle thinks, gazing deeply into Applebloom’s eyes. “I love you,” she whispers, nuzzling into her new Wife’s neck.
“Ah love you too, Sweetie. So much.” Apple Bloom whispers back, voice full of tender caring.
The rest of the party goes quickly for Sweetie Belle. She receives gifts, tells stories, and gives hugs. They cut the pie - because of course it would be an apple pie for their wedding, Sweetie never doubted that - and lay roses down for Apple Bloom’s parents, under their tree.
Rarity was the last guest to leave, refusing to give up her goodbye-hug for several long minutes. Sweetie was moving into the farm house - she was going to spend every night for the rest of her life cuddling her wife, and she couldn’t be happier. Rarity was certainly misty-eyed about her leaving home, though.
The stars shone brightly down upon them as they walked, shoulder to shoulder, back down the hill and towards the farm house. Sweetie yawns quietly as they go, up nearly an hour past when she’d usually go to bed. “Don’t you be yawnin’ yet Sweetie, ah got one more surprise for you still.” Apple Bloom says, a seductive purr hidden in her voice.
Sweetie Belle blushes. It is their wedding night, after all. It will hardly be the first time they’ve rolled in the proverbial - or literal - hay, but Sweetie is sure it will be special nonetheless.
They enter through the front door to the farmhouse, and Apple Bloom walks them into the kitchen. Applejack, Big Macintosh, and Sugar Belle are all waiting for them inside, sharing looks of pride.
“Ah’ve got a little speech,” Applejack begins, gesturing towards the chairs at the kitchen table. “If y’all wouldn’t mind sitting down.”
Apple Bloom grins and quickly sits, obviously knowing something Sweetie doesn’t. Sweetie sits next her wife, hardly concerned. Apple Bloom had warned her that there would be a speech, and some kind of family hazing - all Apples have to go through it, and if she wanted to join the family and live on the farm, she’ll have to participate, as well as take a vow of silence.
Given Apple Bloom’s excitement, Sweetie assumes it’s a good ritual - or a fun one, at least. Given the whole vow of silence part, she doesn’t know the first thing about it, though. She’s nervous, she can’t deny that, but certain that this will still be the best day of her life.
“Since Granny Smith did not make it to see you two wed, that makes me the Matron of the house. So ah’ll be running the proceedings we’re about to have.
“Sweetie Belle-Apple, we wish to welcome you into the Apple Family with open hearts. But our family has many traditions - some you know of, but some that are a family secret. Among these is a ritual of initiation, which will introduce you to all of our secrets. A test of faith, love, and honor. It should be an easy test - but it is a test none the less.
“It’s a test that Pear Butter went through, a test that Sugar Belle went through, and it’s a test that you will have to go through, Sweetie Belle-Apple. And Ah hope you pass it, cause you make my sister the happiest darn filly there is, and I would be honored to call you my sister, and my kin.
“We’ll meet in the barn Celler as soon as me an’ Big Mac get done checkin that the whole farm is empty. Apple Bloom, if you and Sugar Belle could show Sweetie her way down there, ah’d appreciate it.”
Apple Bloom nods, visibly excited. “C’mon, Sweetie, Ah can’t wait to show you!” She says, not quite yelling but voice raised from excitement. Sweetie laughs, allowing herself to be dragged from the door.
She’s much more nervous now - talks of passing tests always make her nervous, a holdover from her fillyhood - but tries to hold on to her good mood. Sugar Belle trots behind her, her relaxed smile giving away nothing.
Applejack sounded so serious. How does Applejack even keep secrets? She’s normally so honest…
Sweetie Belle is pulled from her thoughts by the loud creaking of the cellar doors being pulled open. Sugar Belle steps inside first, pulling strings on ancient lightbulbs as she goes down the stairs. They flicker awake, looking more like a Nightmare Night decoration than a proper light source.
Apple Bloom gestures with her forehoof for Sweetie to head inside. Sweetie looks behind herself, seeing the road off to town, and Applejack disappearing into the orchard. Her flight response is screaming at her to leave, but she steels herself - anything for Apple Bloom. Anything for her wife.
Sweetie pulls her smile back on, shakily, and makes her way down the stairs.
The dirt-crusted, flickering bulbs provide just enough light for her to see where her hooves land. Apple Bloom is right at her side, walking with her down the stairway. She still jitters with excitement.
At the bottom of the staircase, they step into a dimly lit, circular room. Well…really, it’s more a cave than a cellar, with stone walls, ancient rotting wood boards holding up an equally decrepit wooden ceiling, and a soft dirt floor. Sweetie’s hooves sink in to the loamy soil, and the smell of wet earth fills her nose. It’s damp and warm in here, much warmer than it was outside.
Apple Bloom moves toward the far side of the room, sitting down in the dirt. She pats the spot next to her with a wide grin, but Sweetie barely computes it as she takes in her surroundings. There’s a single bookshelf against the wall, with only one book on it - bound in something thick and brown. Its title reads “Earth Pony Ritual Spells”. The letters of the title appear cut into the material, and a soft orange glow comes from inside the book, spilling out of the deep-cut characters.
To the left of that is an old-style medical stretcher, visibly stained with pale yellow-brown and dark red-brown. The thick hoof straps are intact, as well. There are also wall-mounted torches, which Sugar Belle is lighting with a small candle held in her magic.
Sweetie comes back to herself with a start as she hears the cellar doors slam closed above her. Heavy hooffalls hit the wooden stairs, and Sweetie moves over to Apple Bloom and sits down, shoulder to shoulder. Her nerves are lighting up like claws against her ribcage, but she does her best to keep from shaking. She looks over at Sugar Belle, trying to reason with herself. Sugar Belle has no scars, is missing no limbs, and does not appear scared at all. Sweetie takes a deep breath, and looks back at the stairs.
Applejack appears first, smiling away. Sweat has streaked visible lines through her fur, but she doesn’t seem out of breath at all. She turns and moves over to the bookshelf, just as Big Mac enters the room behind her. His hooves sink into the soft earth, but he plows through it effortlessly, moving to sit next to Sugar Belle. He leans down and nuzzles her belly, heavy with foal, and they grin at each other.
Turning her view back to Applejack, Sweetie can’t help but smile at the adorable antics of her siblings-in-law. In front of her, Applejack lays the ancient tome down on the soft earth, opened about a quarter of the way through.
It’s filled with Runes that Sweetie can’t read, which is odd. She’s not particularly proficient in magic, but she can usually recognize spell runes when she sees them, even if she has no idea what they mean when pressed together.
Applejack reads through them like she knows them by heart, like she doesn’t even need the dusty old pages to recite this spell. Her voice reading old ponish words is strange to Sweetie Belle - it seems utterly out of character for her.
As soon as she stops reading, she stomps all four hooves, one at a time, into the dirt. The walls shimmer with a dim orange light, and Sweetie feels her fur prickle with the sensation of magic. It feels like when Twilight used to pick her up and move her with magic - Minus the lifting up, of course.
“Our first of three spells, for the initiation ritual. A secret keeping spell. Only inside a room where this spell has been cast, will you be capable of speaking of, or in any way indicating of these events.” Applejack says, flipping three pages further into the book.
Well, that certainly explains how somepony as honest as Applejack is able to avoid mentioning this entirely.
She begins to read again, voice growing gravely from overuse around halfway through this second incantation. Again, as she finishes, she stomps - one, two, three and four hooves meet the dirt - and that orange light prickles Sweetie’s fur.
“A spell of harm reduction. Should any harm come to you in this room between the casting and dispelling of this magic, you will find it gone when the spell dissipates.”
Sweetie feels the muscles in her legs tense, and forces herself to take a measured, calm breath. Her ability to convince herself that the Apple Family would never hurt her is dwindling.
She glances over at Big Mac and Sugar Belle as Applejack drones on with the third spell. Sugar Belle smiles away, watching Applejack read while leaning on Big Mac’s well-muscled shoulder.
Surely, this ritual can’t be too bad, if Sugar Belle still seems fine without the Secret Keeping Spell keeping her from mentioning it.
That orange light pulses through Sweetie again, and with it, a slew of new sensations. Suddenly, she feels like she’s in heat - her skin runs warm, she can feel every individual movement of her body, her heart pounds. Suddenly, merely by sitting on the dirt, her clit begins winking out of her pussy in search of sensation.
Sweetie stiffens. Her eyes wander from Sugar Belle’s blushing face, down to Big Mac’s throbbing erection, and then quickly dart back to Applejack’s panting form.
“And, hah, our last spell…Mah favourite o’course…the spell of Hedonistic Glee. Makes us all sensitive, hah, and tingly. Makes everything feel good, everything…hah…taste good. Smell good. Hungry, horny, Hedonistic.
“This, hah, Ritual of Initiation is about secrets and, hah…family bonding. We believe that family should fuck. A herd is a herd - related or not. We…hah, We all love each other. Keeping our bodies to only one pony is a sin unto ourselves.
“We celebrate tonight, hah, the Unity…of Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom. We drink an’ dance an’ fuck, hah, an’ make merry in y’all’s name. Halleluja!”
Applejack pants as she makes her speech, her hind legs quivering and moisture visibly dripping from her muff and into the dirt below. She rears up as she finishes with a cheer, and Sweetie can see the mounds of her breasts have swollen with her need.
This is very far from the vicinity of things Sweetie expected. Applebloom is leaned back beside her, rubbing her hoof in circles around her swollen mound, her clit winking out repeatedly in rhythm with her heartbeat.
Sweetie Belle stares intensely at her wife as she masturbates. She feels high - she’s gently humping the dirt beneath herself, she can see Big Mac mounting Sugar Belle out of the corner of her eye, and Applejack is approaching her with hooded eyes, still panting heavily.
“Ah had to miss our last family gatherin’, so pardon my intensity…but Ah am so pent up…”
Sweetie shrinks back into the dirt wall, halfway conscious and half on instinct. Applejack looks simply predatory, stalking towards Sweetie with her mouth hanging open.
“Applebloom, quit bein’ selfish and, hah, give yer wife some relief. But ah’m gonna claim her mouth.” Applejack says, with what she likely intended as a smile.
She pauses for a moment, brows knitting together. “Sweetie…” She says, obviously concentrating very hard on her words. “If ya wanna back outta this, now’s yer chance.”
“We won’ force yah.” The words come out strained, carried on heavy breaths. But Sweetie believes every word - and she relaxes a little, nodding.
“I love Applebloom. I…I want this.” Sweetie says. She’s unsure how much she means the second half - having an orgy with her wife’s siblings isn’t something she’s really thought about before - but the cloud of horny in her brain is making just about everything seem pleasant. No, not pleasant - downright erotic. Even the smell of the damp soil seems like the most delicious, decadent thing she’s ever smelled.
Apple Jack nods, licking her lips, and reaches out for Sweetie’s face. She feels Apple Bloom grabbing her hind legs as well, and allows herself to be positioned.
Sweetie ends up face down ass up, with Apple Bloom sitting behind her and Applejack lying on her back in front of Sweetie. The farmpony is pulling Sweetie down by her horn, pressing her muzzle into the moist muff she had been staring down.
Having her horn handled at the same time that her pussy gets licked by her wife, Sweetie cums on the spot. She’s far from a virgin - her and Apple Bloom certainly didn’t wait until marriage, and she’d even fooled around with Scootaloo several times before her and Apple Bloom started going steady - but this felt like her first time. Nothing had ever felt this good before.
Apple Bloom greedily laps up every drop that sprays from Sweetie Belle’s pussy, digging in as if she was starving. Applejack keeps a hoof pressed firmly to the base of her horn, keeping Sweetie’s face pressed hard against her muff. The smell of her sweat is strong, every gasp of air that Sweetie manages is hot and thick with musk. Drunkenly, she licks and sucks as best she can, chasing Applejack’s clit every time it winks back in to its sheath.
She breathes deep of the salty-apple musk, thick and heady. The part of her brain that cares about living yells at her to get more oxygen, but the rest of it says more, more, yes, tastes good smells good absolutely divine, feels so good my wife between my thighs, tastes so good smells so good hurts so good
The startle of liquid squirting into her mouth does nothing to pull her out of this reverie - it drives her further into her hedonistic mindset, greedily gulping up all of Applejacks cum. It’s sweet, salty, delicious - she cums again herself, spraying her wife’s face. The spray keeps coming, and Sweetie becomes distantly aware that her bladder has given up among the spasms of her abdomen, and a strong stream of piss is drenching Apple Bloom behind her.
Apple Bloom hardly seems to mind. She opens her mouth and begins gulping, swallowing all she can of the golden shower. The rest spills from her mouth, running down her chest and seeping into the damp ground beneath her. She speaks, a wet gargling noise coming from her mouth - but Sweetie can’t understand what she’s saying. She’s busy at the moment, trying to chase a second orgasm out of Applejack.
Applejack has other ideas, however.
“What a good idea, Sweetie Belle.” Applejack huffs out, rolling over onto her tummy and then standing up. Sweetie realizes what’s about this happen just in time to move so that the stream hits the center of her muzzle, rather than her eye.
The piss is hot, fever burning hot - it smells of strong apple cider, and Sweetie lets her body take the lead - she opens up wide, and begins to drink. And how delicious it is! Salty and tinged with the tastes of sweat and sex, Sweetie thinks this might be the best flavor yet. Her tail flags as she gasps and gulps, and Apple Bloom moves up her dock to follow it.
Soon, she’s drinking Applajack’s piss while Apple Bloom is burying her muzzle in her tailhole. She’s never done anything anal before, so the feeling of the surprise rimming is as new as it is exciting. She moans, bubbly gurgles coming up through the yellow pool in her mouth.
Applejack’s tail lowers as the stream of piss tapers off. She turns around, and quickly presses her muzzle into Sweetie’s, snowballing the piss between their mouths. They both moan, sticky piss-saliva dribbling down between them into the soft dirt.
Pulling back to breathe, Sweetie gasps air in as quickly as she can. Quickly, all three of the messy mares are distracted, however - as Sugar Belle screams in delight.
Sweetie Belle watches with a deep, previously unknown hunger as Big Mac steps down off of Sugar Belle, a thick pool of white spilling fourth between them. She collapses, eyes vacant, a huge grin on her face. His cock - huge, head swollen to a full flare, wet and dark and utterly entrancing - hangs beneath him for just a moment before it twitches back to full hardness. He snorts, his eyes wide and filled with primal fire.
“Who’s next?” He asks, voice deep and gravely, a slight growl following his words.
“Ah think Sweetie should get a turn, she’s never been fucked by the Big Macintosh before!” Applebloom pipes up, and Sweetie turns to look at her Wife. Her face is a mess, covered in slick and piss and smeared with dirt. Her eyes are lidded, cheeks flushed - Sweetie is overwhelmed by the urge to kiss her, and does so.
She’s pulled out of her utter devotion to the sweet piss-covered taste of her wife when a large muzzle slides between her legs, lifting her up until she’s standing. Big Mac stands behind her, cock twitching up towards his stomach, wet streaks shining in the low firelight.
Each new thought in her brain immediately throws out any others she may have had, her brain reduced to a song of hormones and lust. Forgetting immediately what she had been doing, Sweetie hikes her tail the rest of the way up and braces her legs, preparing to be mounted. Suddenly it’s the only thing she wants.
Big Mac’s weight hits her all at once, the subtlety and gentleness in his normal demeanor completely gone tonight. It knocks the wind out of her, and it’s only through sheer breeding instinct that she manages to hold herself up. She wheezes with effort, and Big Mac hardly seems to notice. He’s thrusting against her, brain to fogged up to focus on aiming - his cock rubs between her teats, brushing against her clit every backswing, and the feeling drives her wild. Though not a virgin, Sweetie does consider herself a lesbian, and has never been penetrated before - besides from the small toy she stole from Rarity as a filly.
Now though, it’s all she wants. Preferences and sexuality be damned to Tartarus, all she can think of is her Need - something, anything, to make her cum. Half-consciously, her horn lights up, pressuring upwards on his cock until the head is level with her winking core.
He snorts, his forehooves tightening around her ribs, and thrusts forward with all his might. Sweetie dissipates her magic just a hair too late, and the upward pressure continues just long enough to aim him directly into her plush, wet tailhole.
Big Mac pressed in all at once, then begins thrusting at a brutal pace, ignoring the scream that rips out of her. The electric sensation of tearing pain courses through her, sparks flying from her horn as her whole body tenses. Its like nothing she’s felt before - and it makes her orgasm instantly. His balls slap heavily into her clit, and every ridge and vein of his rock-hard stallionhood stretches and moves her insides. The pain, the pleasure, the sheer sensation of it all - Sweetie never wants it to end. Her mind is vaguely aware that she should be worried, that a tear back there is bad news, but she can’t bring herself to care.
The only thing that matters is that this never, ever stops.
Sweetie glances around the room, seeing the utter debauchery taking place around her. Sugar Belle is still laying face down ass up, her hind legs locked into standing and her snout buried in the cum-soaked dirt. Apple Bloom is loudly slurping up her brothers cum out of her sister in law, and Applejack lies beneath her and eats her out.
Sweetie Belle feels nothing but joy and delirious, wanton pleasure as she watches the incestuous threesome. Her thoughts quickly turn back to her own body, however, when she feels teeth scrape up her horn. She cums again, spraying over Big Mac’s balls, and moans in utter delight. She can feel him swelling, his head flaring inside of her, and then he slams in as deep as he can, and Sweetie learns a whole new meaning to the word Full.
She wakes up from her momentarily black out to the feeling of his flared crown audibly popping out of her abused asshole. She feels thick rivers of cum flowing from her, dribbling wetly onto the soil. She collapses onto the ground, gasping in air as quickly as she can. Big Mac stands above her, his breathing also heavy, his cock still half hard and hanging down onto her flank.
Sweetie looks back at it, at the wet patch it leaves on her cutie mark. The thick, red-pink cum. The thought that her ass must be bleeding pretty badly crosses her brain, but doesn’t register as a problem.
She feels Big Mac’s hot breath on her ear, then hears him growl to her, barely above a whisper - “You’re the tightest grown mare I’ve fucked since Mamma.”
Sweetie pictures a young Big Macintosh, his cock already too large for his skinny frame, mounting his mother. Her eyes glossing over as she shouts and cums for him…
She moans and rocks her hips down into the dirt, and watches Big Mac’s toned ass as he walks over towards the three distracted mares. He leans his head down and pushes Applejack out of the way, rolling her over onto her back. Then he grabs Apple Bloom’s tail in his teeth, yanks her up to a full standing position, and mounts her. Applejack reaches up and positions him, and he thrusts inside of her pussy in one smooth motion.
Apple Bloom whinnies, grinning, and rests her head on Sugar Belle’s flank. Big Mac leans his head down and bites onto the nape of Apple Bloom’s neck, hard enough the draw an instant stream of blood. He thrusts into her hard and fast, jostling her around beneath himself like a toy.
Sweetie Belle watches her wife get fucked by her own brother with an intense gaze, until suddenly she’s rolled onto her back. Applejack stands above her, panting, and quickly turns around, lying down so that her swollen muff is pressed onto Sweetie’s muzzle. It tastes of piss and salt and hunger, and Sweetie begins licking immediately. She feels Applejack’s tongue in her pussy, and moans against the older mare.
What a day.
Sweetie comes to her senses lying on her back, the air around her hot and moist. She pulls herself up onto a sitting position, looking around the dark room. She can vaguely make out the forms of several ponies, but without the firelight, it’s nearly impossible to see. She can only see at all due to the faint orange glow from the bookshelf.
Orange glow…
The memories rush back all at once, and Sweetie feels herself blush. The pain she expected is gone completely - she feels more fit and well rested than she has in years, besides the slight headache. She knows she won’t be able to talk about last night, but finds herself unable to regret it. It was strange, and crazy, and abnormal, and illegal…but Sweetie cannot wait for the next one.
A shape store next to her.
“Apple Bloom?”
“Yea, Sweetie?”
“When’s your next family reunion? Down here? “
Sweetie can hear the grin in Apple Bloom’s voice. “Ah’m sure Applejack can be convinced to send out some invites to the family members that missed the weddin’.”
Sweetie smiles, lighting up her horn just enough to find her wife’s face and kiss it.
Author's Note
I, as the author who has a vagina, experienced massive revulsion at the idea of a dick going from an ass to a pussy so quickly. Don’t do that IRL that’s how you get infections.
